Compression

One of the more interesting aspects of this Transgender lark is that it surprises you.  So last night I did a little bit of dressing.  The 6 suspender belt, black stockings, black bra, heels.  Well even with no makeup it was a success. Felt better and strangely happy for several hours later.
Gave the corset to Seamstress.  Got nice email back.  Like the thought of it being used by someone properly.  It was bought at Waterloo Honour a shop diffficult to find and surprisingly small.  Had a late breakfast at Barberella's.  Dutch girl did not want to lace the corset too tightly.  Also got he latex body which was a bit ofa flop.  LSE of course.
Was accepted to join a group in Facebook. So far so what?  Well the point is one of the administrators is a person whose opinion I judge important.  Its as if you have been given a seal of approval.  looked at my pics and said "OK let them in." OK more realistic than that but even so.
Did a bit of brief dressing today.  Not seriously, no makeup, contact lenses or pics to speak of. Heard a car drive up and park.  Sounds right I thought and, not in the fevered way that have and will again do, started to take the kit off. Couple of minutes later back to boy mode, went downstairs.  Car in drive people not in yet. Gherkin juice leaked in boot so probably sorting that one out. Opened door was back to me.  The pool was closed as a gala was on.  Whtas the odds?  No stress or anything.  Of course the problem is not enough time to dress or take pics.  Lots of stuff there but ultimatly the problem is not me but everyone else.