Every so often I write a caption or story that tries to delve into the nitty-gritty of the psychology (or psyche) of the cross-dresser; what makes those of us who feel the allure of feminine garb (but who aren’t female) tick—just what it is that might be going on inside our heads (a tough task, I know). I can’t claim to have penned the ultimate depiction of what it means to be a cross-dresser, but I keep trying. The most recent examples I can think of are: “On the Road to Womanhood“, “Lingerie Guilt” and “The Woman Inside“.
About this particular vignette (click on the above icon to download) I’ll just say that I really like the picture on the second page (you’ll see what I mean). In fact, of all the face-swap pics I’ve generated over the past year this one might be the best. If things had gone differently for me in the womb and I turned out looking like that I’d have been one happy girl. (Seriously, she actually does look like the sister I never had.) Anyway, enjoy the tale!