The Surrender to Femininity

That feeling was back again, I could feel it sweeping across me, engulfing and flooding all of my mind body and soul. It wasn't like last time, that was curiosity, this was something more, something deeper, more profound and tantalizing. My heart thundered, body quaked, for a moment I resisted the urges, but I could never do it for long, I needed this, like a junkie needs their drugs.

Every part of my body was now aching, my mind softening, teasing me, my whole perception changing, I could think of only one thing, and that was to embrace the wishes and slip into something feminine. I strode across the bedroom, drew open the top drawer, my eyes immediately falling upon the silkiness of the tan stockings, the flecks of silver within them was as alluring as diamonds. I breathed deeply, composing myself, i hadn't even managed twenty four hours this time, but I knew it just felt so right, on every single level, my character, my persona everything about me, internally and externally cried out for this, to sample, feel the embracement of femininity.

My hands touched the surface of the stockings, it was like liquid gold, my head swooned with delight, I wanted to become female, to live that way instead of this stupid, rough and unattractive gender of masculinity. That had been a mantra throughout my life, no matter how hard i had tried to escape it, I found the male form crude, unattractive, even depressing, but to have that body embalmed in soft feminine delights, made me feel, fuzzy, relaxed and vibrant, it was one of the reasons my marriage/relationships hadn't worked out. I'd discovered that genuine females disliked those males that sought femininity, even when they always reckoned they could handle it, when it came to push, they couldn't, which was a problem; because I wasn't gay and circumstance didn't allow me to change, live my female live 24/7.

For a moment I just stood there, my naked, slender, smooth body, glistening from the lavish use of moisturiser , my hands holding the tan shimmering stockings, fingers lightly caressing the tops. It was strange how my nature had grown, how my feminine side appeared to drive all aspects of my life, the hopes that in time I would grow out it, had long since gone, now I was indulging, living the role and accepting of my nature, even if those around me, wouldn't or couldn't.