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Name: Sarah Marsh Born: England Age: 35 Sex: TG A Brief History I
started wearing tights when I was about eleven or twelve years old. The feeling
of them use to make me feel all warm and secure inside. Sometimes I would sneak
off at bedtime and sleep in a pair. This sort of thing, carried on until the age
of sixteen, I then discovered by chance that when I wore my Mum's stiletto shoes
I had very feminine shaped legs (being fair skinned, and not having very dark
hairs on my legs helped emphasize the feminine shape of my legs). This
led me to embark on my first experience of shopping for female items (at the
time I did not fully understand the pleasure of being a TV, and the buzz of
excitement you get from shopping for the likes of hosiery, underwear, shoes,
dresses etc.). So there I was wanting to purchase my first pair of ladies shoes.
How do I get away with this, at the time most shops only stocked up to size 7 (I
knew this after years of going shopping with my Mum)? So I knew the shoes would
be a tight fit, because I took a size 8 at the time. I
decided to go to a large shoe outlet, where I had previously chosen the style
and colour a few days before. They where a plain black court shoes with a 3-inch
heel. I entered the shop and asked a female assistant for a size 7 (I now find
most shoe outlets do up to a size 8, and some places I can even get a size 10),
and said the shoes where for my girlfriend that had previously picked them. The
girl did not seem bothered that a man was asking for ladies shoes, so I paid for
them put in my sports bag and excited rushed home to try them on. The
first thing I did when I got home was to slip on my new tights that I also
purchased at the same shop. It was the first time I tried a new pair of tights
from the packet, they felt smooth and clung like a second skin to my legs. Next
came the big moment, the shoes, I shut my eyes picked up the left shoe it was a
tight fit as my foot slid in and then the heel of my foot slid down inside the
shoe and it was in. I then repeated this again with the right shoe. Next the
challenge, would I be able to stand let alone walk in shoes with a stiletto
heel. To my surprise it was quite easy and comfortable to walk in heels, "I
must be a natural" I thought (nowadays I can walk quite naturally in thigh
length boots with 5 inch spike heels, and not look like my knickers are too
tight). I
then entered my sister's bedroom where there was a knee height mirror on the
floor. I placed the mirror against the wall and stepped back until the
reflection of my legs was at the top of my thighs, I looked at the reflection in
the mirror and saw a pair of female legs in front of me. It was a bit of a
surprise to see legs looking so feminine belonging to me, but Mum had always
said that I and not my sister had inherited her legs. This was the moment when I
realised that my life would never be the same. Fifteen
years have past since then, and I have progressed to transvestism, taking
pleasure from dressing in clothes of the opposite sex and feeling good about
myself. I have mastered to a degree the art of how to apply make-up well and
look convincing (I can even hide my old friend without it being noticed). The
best part of my transformation is putting the wig on, before that it is just a
man with women’s clothes on and a bit make-up. After it’s a woman’s
reflection looking at me. The
full enjoyment of dressing as a woman came in 1988 after reading an article
about a specialist shop that had opened in Manchester. The shop was
Transformation (Now I know better hehe), and catered for all the needs of a
transvestite such as; corsets, knickers, tights, wigs, dresses, shoes, jewellery,
books and special make up all designed to make men look totally convincing when
dress as a women. The
first time I visited I was very nervous, because before going to this place I
thought that I was one of only a few, but I was very wrong. When I arrived
outside the shop I walk past it a few times trying to pluck up the courage to
enter, I even bought stamps at the post office next door so that I would not
look suspicious. The moment came I opened door and nervously stepped in inside,
and was greeted by an Aladdin's cave of items all designed for transvestites.
One of the lady assistants noticed my nervousness and asked if she could help, I
just said I was looking around. After about ten minutes I decided just to buy
their catalogue, so that I could choose something at home and come back again. When
I read the catalogue I noticed they did a thing called a changeaway, which meant
that for four hours they would dress you as a woman, do your make up and treat
you totally like any other woman. So here was my big chance to come out, and
show someone else what I liked doing, and be professionally made up as a woman
and be safe that no one else knew my secret. I did the changeaway at
Transformation a couple of times. I
then found a place in Oldham, which was a large house, and more friendly and had
an amazing chose of clothes, shoes, wigs, etc. A very attractive transvestite
called Kelly, who made me feel very comfortable straight away, owned the house.
Visiting Kelly's house gave me the opportunity to go out in public dressed as a
woman for the first time. This was because the makeovers that Kelly did where so
good and convincing, plus the confidence I gained from the other guests saying
how feminine I looked, so that did it for me. So I picked up my car keys put on
a jacket, grabbed my handbag I stepped out into the daylight outside. The car
was only parked at the bottom of the path but it looked like it was miles away,
I stood on the step thinking what would do if anybody saw me, then I realised
that nobody knew me and walked to the car got in a drove off. The sensation of
driving in a skirt, tights and women's shoes for the first time, was I feeling I
will never forget, as after all these years I still love the freedom a skirt and
tights give you full when driving. After
a few times of having makeovers in Oldham, I decided I to go Transformation
dressed as a woman. I had not planned to do it; it just came over me after going
for my normal drive. This time I decided to go a bit further around Oldham, and
just carried on to the M62. Before I knew it I was turning off the junction for
Transformation. I was only going to drive past and head back to Oldham. It
was dark when I parked up around the corner from Transformation; I got out of
the car put on my coat, locked the car door and walked towards the shop. The
point of no return came when I reached the corner of the road and saw a woman
coming the other way. We past each other and she did not give me a second look.
I then entered the shop as Sarah, and was treated like a normal woman. Before I
even started to look around I was drinking coffee and telling the assistants
this was the first time I had properly be seen out in public dressed as a woman,
and how good it was. I stayed for a while, and then I had to go. A man even held
open the shop door as I left, and said I had guts to do what I had done by
coming out in public. By this time it was raining outside, so I quickly returned
to the car remembering to walk like woman so that the illusion was kept up. After
those experience the need to be seen in public wore off and I stopped going for
makeovers, and confined dressing up to home and sitting in the garden. The main
reason for all this calming down was that I met my girlfriend and I did not want
her getting suspicious when I made daft excuses of where I had been. Recently
I have started going out in the car again fully made up as a woman. In a corset,
tights (I even shave my legs from time to time, but most of the time its a
couple of pairs of support tights, finished off with ultra sheer tights). Long
cardigan (so that I can carry my house and car keys without having to carry a
handbag), blouse, skirt, and low heel shoes, so that driving is easier. This may
not seem very adventurous, but when you live on a well-lit main road and people
are walking past all the time (this includes large amounts of women) going to
work around the corner. The challenge is to look a convincing enough woman as
not to arouse suspicion as you come out of the house and enter the car,
especially when woman are standing, and cars parked only feet away. Nobody seems
to take any notice of a tall woman getting into the car and going out. The
best has been fooling my neighbour over the road, who was looking out of the
window and thought it was a woman coming to buy the car (I looked the part that
night because the weather was a bit foul, and so I was wearing a full length
raincoat). He asked me a few days later had I sold the car yet, because he had
seen a woman getting in and driving away and thought she was test driving it.
Little did he know it was I fully dressed as a woman? Once
out driving in the car, the hardest part is to avoid looking at my reflection.
In the rear view mirror, there’s a woman's face looking back at me. It's also
hard to imagine that I look convincing enough to wait at traffic lights and road
junctions, and not feel as if people are staring at me. 1997 I
have started going for makeovers again at Kelly's flat since the move to
Manchester City Centre; this is after a four-year break. Returning to do this
again I have discovered another side to my transvestism, that I have a liking
for PVC. In the form of dresses, skirts and tops, so much so that I had photos
taken in outfits of different styles and colours, matched off with either thigh
length boots or stiletto shoes. The feel of the PVC was such a turn on, that a
four-hour stay turned into an overnight stay, thus giving me the chance of
trying on the different outfits. I've
also discovered that the flat is only minutes away from the TV club scene, of
which Wednesday night is the best, because it's TV night. I can see myself
trying it by the end of the year. The question being now, should I go out in
conventional women's clothing or go for the sexy PVC look (not), who knows what
will happen. Since then I have gone out dressed in Manchester City Centre, but
only around the corner to see the clubs. To my surprise nobody took any notice
of me, especially a group of lads who walked towards me let me through and did
not say a word. Maybe next time will be a night out dressed as a woman, who
knows? 1998 Well
I did it and have finally gone out dressed as Sarah. The 25th July 1998 will be
a day to remember stepping out into daylight as Sarah. I met up with some girls
that I had met though chatting on the Internet. What a feeling to walk around
Blackpool as Sarah. The first thing we did was to go for a meal, then off to
Flamingos club for a good night out. From
then on I went started going out to the gay village in Manchester a lot dressed.
The feeling is of relief that now I can feel comfortable going out to a place
where nobody bothers you and you ca be yourself. My
girlfriend and I have split up, we just grew apart, nothing to do with dressing,
we still keep in touch. We
decided to spend New Years Eve down in Brighton, it was a great night bring the
new year in as Sarah. 1999 There’s
no stopping Sarah getting out more and more now, we went over to Manchester most
weekends and people are getting to know us more and are really friendly. The
biggest turning point this year was the Easter Bank Holiday; I spent 3 nights
out as Sarah and felt great about myself. So much so that at the end of that
week I came out to my Mum, she was really great about it. She said that she had
known for years and was waiting for me to say something (what are Mums like). I
made an agreement with her not to dress at home, which I can respect, so I dress
at friends, which is not a problem. The
year since then has been fine meeting new friends online, especially my best
Jane who is totally cool. 2000 Well
the year has been great up to now going out in the daytime too not far, but
hopefully soon going to go shopping etc… as Sarah. I keep you posted, 2001 4th Jan.. Finally decided to go shopping as Sarah, out of the blue i decided i wanted some new shoes and why not go as Sarah. It was fine no problems, they did not have any shoes i liked. typical woman I've spent most of
the year doing little trips out as Sarah, I've finally got my ears pierced which
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