Felling Feminine

JoAnnDallas · Post by **JoAnnDallas** » Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:00 am

What makes you feel feminine? For me one of the things is at the end of the day of being JoAnn, wearing my forms under my PJ's or Night Gown to bed. Then waking up the next morning feeling my girls under my bed clothing. The double-sided tape I use really holds my forms to my chest. On two occasions this last summer I even went out wearing caprices and a T-shirt and with only my forms taped to my chest. Going braless was a thrill. The feel of my forms bouncing and shifting as I walked and moved and knowing occasionally seeing the imprint of a nipple show thru a little when the T-shirt would get pressed up against my forms.

Anthony Simon · Post by **Anthony Simon** » Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:49 pm

I have a thing about slips. The first time I ever dressed up voluntarily I wore one of my mother's slips as a joke (or was it?) and pranced around in front of her (aged ca 4). I always associate them with my mum's sensuality and through that femininity in general. So for me they are the most feminine garment - and I've often noticed that the kind of moment of most exquisite femininity is when I'm in bed and feel the straps of a slip on my shoulder (I prefer slips to nightdresses for this reason).

Carol Ann · Post by **Carol Ann** » Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:34 pm

What makes me feel feminine,

Every morning after I shower and shave I start getting dressed from the inside out. I love putting on my bra, panties, and oh my gosh the feeling of stockings slipping up my legs, but the point of no return is when I apply my makeup and put a wig on now I am a women I look like it and feel like it.

I am Carol Ann and proud of it

Joan · Post by **Joan** » Sun Dec 11, 2011 4:48 pm

Like Anthony Simon I have a thing about nylon lacy slips. They were not amongst the first lingerie item I wore, I only discovered slips when I dated gfs and then had to try one on.

I also much prefer slips to nightdresses.

Joan

Kyra · Post by **Kyra** » Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:56 pm

My fem feelings go a little deeper than the clothes I put on. Sure, they make me feel wonderful, but my femininity lies more in how I think, act, and relate to others.

I'm not all girl, but I'm also not all boy. I live somewhere in the middle. I always have been.

When I'm getting dressed, first and foremost is my state of mind. There's not really a specific point at which Kyra emerges. She's always there. It just depends on how much I want others to see.

Absaroka · Post by **Absaroka** » Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:10 am

watering the plants early in the morning just after I get up makes me feel feminine, especially if I am wearing a womans sweater and undies.

Zari

Paula G · Post by **Paula G** » Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:11 am

It's the little things, nail varnish, jewelry, but maybe the most stricking for me a nice lady's watch. Without these things I fell like a bloke in a dress.

Post by **KimberlyS** » Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:36 pm

Kyra wrote:My fem feelings go a little deeper than the clothes I put on. Sure, they make me feel wonderful, but my femininity lies more in how I think, act, and relate to others......I'm not all girl, but I'm also not all boy. I live somewhere in the middle. I always have been.

Kyra I am similar to you. As far back as I can remember I have always been a guy with mix of masculine an feminine traits and feelings. CDing just allows me to add clothing to the mix.

Sometimes I clothe my masculine and feminine feelings to match. Sometimes my feelings follow my clothing.

What was the wild was the first time I had this oh so feminine feeling. At the time I was stilling on a roof taking a break from roofing wearing only a tank top for feminine clothing, otherwise I was in jeans, tee, tighty whities, work boots, gloves and tool belt.

Or the time I was in a very feminine skirt, top and all of the trimmings and pleased with my feminine look for maybe the first time, and I just felt like my guy self.

i have gotten use to my masculine and feminine feelings just having a mind of their own and just come to the realization that this is me.