Really Being Me

by Andrea

My story of my magical transformation started with my call to Lynda, with no few qualms. Who was this person, and what could she do for me? Was I throwing money down the drain? Her not too gentle telephone manner was worrisome. Would she be sympathetic to my desires, or just do a slap-dash makeup job and say bye-bye? Since my interview with her was by telephone, I had none of the non-verbal signals that help answer these concerns.

Well, I decided to go ahead since my spouse, who knows of my cross-dressing but does not approve, was out of town for a couple of weeks. I made my appointment, and before leaving home for the drive to Philadelphia, I put on my make-up, wig, and clothing to show Lynda what she was starting with. I got past the door man, who was not fooled by Andrea, and went to Lynda's studio.

After she made her first view, she asked me what I had on my head and when it died. I had brought up a couple of other wigs, all of which got similar responses. OK, now we are on a good start. I came with no preconceptions, or even notions of looking anymore than a man in women's clothes. We started with make-up lessons, and I learned to dab and powder. I learned what all of those brushes were meant to do, and we used my make-up as far as possible, although that was not far enough. After learning the basics and I still have a lot more to learn, I cleaned my face thoroughly and the real transformation began with my new nails applied and then Lynda performed her magic with her airbrush. Did I mention that not only is she an artist, but also a true magician? Then we looked at her collection of wigs. I tried them on and on. I kept picking the long haired dark wigs that I was used to, but Lynda showed me lighter colored short haired wigs. Wow, was she right. Now I got dressed into my skirt, blouse, shoes, and jacket and had her take my "after" pictures. I couldn't believe that it was me. I still don't.

Lynda suggested some places in town in which I might feel comfortable. After 6 hours, I ventured out as new woman and drove into center city. I parked and walked Broad Street with nary a second glance, lewd comment, or stare. I was Andrea for the first time of my life. What a thrill! What a delight! I went to the bar, Sisters, which Lynda suggested, and felt so comfortable and accepted. One guy even kissed my hand and told me how beautiful I was. Not bad for a 60-something girl. After a few hours, and a few drinks, I drove home, but stopped in town for another drink, and to delay the time that I had to remove Lynda's artistry. I am anxiously awaiting the time when I can have my next visit, and perhaps do some shopping and dining after my transformation.

Andrea
andreamd@tgforum.com