Over the course of the last few days, I found myself out with family and friends in an upmarket shopping centre.
Having taken advantage of the on-site car park, the exit led us straight onto part of the centre from which directly opposite was a branch of a well known international lingerie chain.
Instantly, I was drawn to the window display in which stood two mannequins, dressed in a black bra, stockings and suspenders . Hanging behind that was a very large shop window poster of a model wearing the very same garments. As has happened before, this lit a proverbial spark in my dormant crossdresser mindset but our footfall naturally took us away leaving nothing more than a fairly fleeting chance to soak up the imagery, but soak it up I did.
Parts of the group were fractured in various locations, some already in a shop of choice, another couple needing a call of nature but I feigned the opportunity to go and have a wander myself and set off back down the walkway but making a clear b-line for that shop nearby.
Having identified a conveniently placed seating area more or less immediately outside that very shop window that first grabbed my attention, I took the opportunity to drink in every inch of the imagery in front of me, but the focus was most definitely on the suspenders, the suspender belt, the panties and the stockings – how the suspender ran down the top of the mannequin’s (I’ll use an apostrophe even though it wasn’t a real living thing!) leg.
The mannequin was not wearing a skimpy looking suspender belt – no this was of a nice full, waist covering suspender belt of which I’ve never worn before, the panties were most definitely panties rather than a thong or g-string whilst I can’t really tell you much about the bra, other than it matched and was black! No, no. My focus was defintely lower down that that – stockings and suspenders were and have always been a passion.
The moments of drinking in the images emanating from the shop front window were the magnet. Not once did I cast an eye inside the shop, to the other shop window or anywhere else – I was somewhat mesmerised it seems.
However, despite making the most of the viewing time available, the time was in fact, fleeting. The other members of the shopping party were soon back and with it being impossible nor un-necessary to dwell any longer, we moved on.
It being a sizeable shopping centre, I was constantly, much as I ever am, on the scan for some lingerie eye-candy but there wasn’t any, nor did our path return to the exact entrance/exit from the car park. I had however, relished the moment when it had been presented.
I’ll be honest. The last week or so has seen more serious consideration given to crossdressing. The art, the items, the feeling, the wanting but also the very evident reminder that I had in fact donned nothing of the sort since November of last year.
I have very much contemplated whether now would be a good time to start again – the closest I think I have come to starting again since last year, yet also so far away from actually doing so.
My blogs offer a timeline for others to follow and in studying what blog entry people have been read, I take a look myself. These occasional dabbles offer what are, I guess, useful reminders of the progress made in NOT crossdressing.
To continue with my honesty here, it has not been plain sailing personally over the last few weeks. I have commented on how the stresses and strains of every day life and the daily grind have sent me in search of escape once more – a psychological downward cycle playing on my mind – all too frequent occasions of sending myself off to bed thinking about crossdressing per se.
My sole method of escaping before was by crossdressing – everything from the thought and planning of doing so, to the art of dressing and the actual experience of wearing – for however short or long a period.
Wobbles offer moves towards relapse but also away back on to what has been the path for the best part of a year now. A weekend to myself is coming up and I contemplated how, before, I had utilised such opportunities to dress immediately on returning home and stay as such for as long as possible until I really had to return to what I used to call ‘civvies’.
I have, this week, rationalised that there have been many things I have been doing, how beneficial they have been to do and how many more things there are still to be done and could be done. Those more rational thoughts have helped me veer away from somewhere it is unlikely I would value that much quite soon after going there.
I would so like to, yet for all the relevant (I won’t call them ‘right’ necessarily) reasons, I know that I cannot, must not and right now, will not.
And of course, the other motivator? Hair. It’s back with a vengeance in places I find most irritating but less so and less so irritating elsewhere (don’t get me started on ingrowing hairs!) – but it has a short shelf life as it really ought to be realising after so many sessions of wax removal and it’ll be off once more soon enough.
That battle continues, as does the other. I continue to watch out for and enjoy another opportunity to open another box of lacy clad eye candy…
Halloween would be a perfect time & the perfect excuse, though I’m sure you’re well aware already… Followed your blog for a while now, maybe you should allow yourself this treat in moderation? ( If it can be moderated of course ) I also use it as an escape & have down for years. I gave up fighting against it & purging is a waste of time, I’d only go out & buy the same kind of stuff all over again, which costs even more money, time & effort + you can never get your old stuff back.
If it’s part of who you are & does no-one else any harm, then it’s hardly a crime, is it? I can only say I’ve never been more at peace with myself since I just accepted that I cross dress, have done for a long time & if I was going to quit I’d be totally kidding myself. The urge would always be there to take a walk on the wild side, so why not let it out from time to time? It works that way for me, at least. Good luck with finding a balance & a way forward. If you decide to make a return, maybe just stay off the webcam… I enjoy your writing btw. 😉
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Hi Jenna.
Thanks for your comments. You make a very interesting point to stay off line. That was usually what I did when I was crossdressed – in fact, that was what I always did. I did get a kick out of exhibitionism and seeing myself on cam so it was a huge motivation.
At present, I am one of millions affected by Windows 10 upgrades which have stopped webcams from working so it is karma in a way that I now can’t get on line even if I wanted to.
I would lean towards saying it is who I am but as you might have seen on my blog, I could not moderate my crossdressing and was doing it, albeit online at virtually every opportunity morning and evening, weekends but nothing else mattered and as I have said many times before, lots of things and lots of people got neglected whilst I indulged albeit on-line.
Whilst I continue to worry about being unable to moderate, you have planted a seed over remaining off line but returning to dressing.
I just need to work out whether such a strategy is worth shattering a year off and whether I can continue to attend to other things. Your suggestion has become something of a Eureka moment I must admit.
And the inability to go on-line offers a route back too. We’ll see.
Thanks for letting me know that you enjoy my blog too – that’s good to know and nice of you to say.
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No problem, hope you find the balance & good luck 😉
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Thank you so much for your support Jenna.
After a day of mulling it over, I am elated to say that tonight, for the first time since November 2016, I have crossdressed once more. I have slipped back into not one but two and soon a third outfit having bought some new stockings on the way home.
I am though covered up with socks, jeans and a T-shirt. I was soon back in the proverbial saddle and feels like I’ve never been away. I needed it, I need it and I have missed it. I need to be me and I think it will do me good. That is down to you.
I really don’t know why I didn’t think about dressing but remaining off-line before. Perhaps the fact that I can’t go on cam now is karma. Now I can apply more control and enjoy my love of lingerie. Much love and thanks.
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You’re welcome, glad to have helped. I know the feeling, I neeeeeeeeeeeeedddddd it too 😉
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