"Forced" Femme

I'm a "gender rebel" and I enjoy that. While I understand the need some males have to be "forced" to wear women's clothing as a salve for a confused ego, I don't approach it from that viewpoint. I enjoy dressing and I'm open about that fact, so it's hard to "force" me to do it.

"What? Put on a skirt and heels while I do the dishes and you enjoy a cup of coffee? Absolutely. Thank you so much for sharing the experience with me!"

The only real hangup I have with dressing is that I really am mostly masculine, physically. I'm physically active, athletic, even, and I have the bone structure and musculature to prove it. It's not a bulky musculature, but my shoulders don't fit well into a dress made for a woman. I have a face that leans to the angular and lost my hair years ago. I cannot grow a mustache or beard, but I do have to shave every day... the worst of all worlds.

But while I don't fight against feminization, I cannot be feminine all the time. My work is terribly conservative in a relationship-based capacity. A whif of something wierd could disolve my livelihood almost instantly, and I have absolutely not intention of allowing that to happen.

The fact that I don't have to be "forced" into feminization does not mean that I don't enjoy being asked, appreciated, ogled even. One of my greatest fantasies is to find a woman -- and yes, I'm particular on the gender of my companion... fodder for future posts -- who understands where I'm going with gender play and feminization, possibly even accepting; dare I wish, participating and encouraging.

There are obviously limits to my feminization, and these may need a little help to nudge and explore. I have time, though, since I'll never again be a pretty lithe little thing that looks good in a babydoll and heels. I tend towards "respectful" feminization, knee-length skirt and sweater top over big-busted bimbo caracatures or the craven slut look. Not sure where I want to go with the whole thing, but I do want to learn, share, and dive as deeply as possible into the deep psychological corners of my mind, trying to find out why I enjoy the thought of de-maling every once in a while.

I am submissive in general, especially so when I release myself from my male ego. Some roles are especially fun to play with. I enjoy housekeeping in a cotton working maid's uniform, functional and not really fantasy material; the sense of being a useful, submissive, feminine servant making the work go faster. (Yes, I do own a formal satin uniform, but that's for very special occasions and rarely comes out of the closet.) I have worked as a secretary for an on-line mistress, mostly occasional cleanup and monitoring of a forum. The sense of working under the direction of a woman and doing some actual good while dressed (always dressed nicely by her order) was wonderful.

So that's a quick overview of me and my non-forced feminization. Please, ask questions. I'll be reaching out to sympathetic folks over the coming months and hoping to learn and (maybe) teach. I've been around the block a few times and look forward to exploring further.

Very Sincerely,
The Galchemist