Out the other night chatting to a group of other TV’s it was interesting to hear how much of the time they wanted to dress. It did vary from ‘whenever I can’ to ‘just occasionally’ and more importantly ‘as the mood takes me’. We all agreed the latter comment was the most significant. We all said that at times the urge to dress overcomes us and it is a very powerful driver for our lives. If it is not sated it can make us tetchy and irritable. Then again given my advancing age there is a grumpy old git emerging away from Tara! Its not necessarily a drug but it is an all consuming habit that is very hard to shift.Girls Night Out

This drive can be harnessed in numerous ways from wearing a pair of panties to work to a full blown dress-up and night out with the girls. As many of the girls I was out with are already going out dressed this was easy for them. But I was also discussing with TV’s who cannot get out that much and the drive within them is just as strong but dressing much of the time is just not an option. Result…frustration.
One thing that did emerge from my discussions is that for most of the girls the whole transvestism thing is not a permanent one in the same way that being a transsexual drives them. Because being a TS is about gender. The dressing is incidental. For a TV its much more about sexuality. Dressing and the look/style/fashion is vital. We love it but a lot of the time we can leave it. I for example love the whole mindset of moving from male to Tara but this takes time and if I dont get that freedom to change my mindset I always say I feel like a cock in a frock not Tara! However when I do get the time and space to ‘become’ Tara that sense of elation when you put on the dress and wig and look at yourself in the mirror is very hard to beat on an emotional level. But | personally do not want to do it all the time. I prefer this to be my special time, my very selfish hobby. I do go for weeks at a time without dressing the urge does not seem to be so dominant in my thoughts. Its always at the back of my mind but not dominating my actions. Other priorities supplant it or just get in the way. My rational brain can handle these competing interests.
Then something triggers it and the butterfly has to emerge from her cocoon. A picture of a particular type of dress or some gorgeous high heels that I have just got to replicate. A discussion with my partner Susie  from Chateau Femme about what happened in a recent dressing.  A Facebook posting about one of my Tranny friends having a great night out. All these things set the beast, or is that the best, in motion. But once you have gorged on the animal it can very easily be put back into the cupboard and the male re-emerge de-stressed and with a knowing smile on our face.
This is the nub of what I see as the core of being a Transvestite. Someone who indulges on a regular basis in the whole experience of dressing and playing with their femme side but it can also be put away for another day. But woe betide anyone who gets in the way when that side is reawakened. I do however see so many girls that start as a TV but fairly quickly realise they want to live their life as a woman. These to me are really repressed TS’s. In fact that is wrong they are really women (just with some male trappings).
tumblr_lnjhr5jeu01qk88bco1_500As an aside on the ‘tetchy’ front both Susie and I find that I get quite easily irritated when I have just dressed and there are things to be done. She even said I was hateful at times and generally to be avoided for about the the first hour after I dress, whilst I calm down and adjust to reality! I put this down to the enjoyment of the fantasy suddenly being interrupted by being thrown back into reality. By this I mean I am in the fun mindset of Tara who lives for the moment and is enjoying flouncing around searching for the important things like the best lipstick shade and where the nearest long mirror is. The day-to-day reality of the boy is left behind in this escapist world. Then suddenly we have to make food, plan a dinner party or decide how to get to a destination, find parking etc. This is what the boy does this is all about planning, organising, getting things done, solving problems not enjoyiong yourself. Being thrown back into this is intensely frustrating and just as you think you can relax into being Tara you have to ‘do’ things.
As an example the other day we were staying at a hotel and I of course was taking far too long to get ready. So Susie went to the bar. I turned up half an hour later and I was looking forward to a quick sit down in the bar for a drink, as I felt I had been rushed to get ready, before embarking on our fun nights activities. Not a bit of it!
‘Wow I feel great darling lets just have a quick one so I can indulge Tara’
‘we have to be at a restaurant in 30 minutes’
‘well its only 10 minutes walk away as I understand, lets have a drink’
‘no I am not sure where it is can you text them to find out its address’
‘yes and lets have a drink whilst we wait for the reply’
Do I need a coat’
‘No it seems like a nice evening’ anything take your fancy’
‘Have you got the room key’
‘Yes what would you like’
‘Have you got some cash’
‘Yes I fancy wine’
‘Is the car parked OK’
‘Yes and they texted back, place is only 2 streets away so we have some time’
‘But the others have gone on ahead they were ready hours ago’
‘They arrived before us and we had problems with the booking and I have been rushing’
etc etc etc
You just want to live the moment but its now about doing something and the selfish part of you says ‘I don’t get that much opportunity to be Tara can I please have that time I so can relish the moment!’ Yes of course I get irritable its taking it away from Tara time. I dont want to sort out other peoples problems in this frame of mind! OK rant over!
But it is clear that we do adore our femme time and enjoy the whole relaxation of being the girl. But we all to often realise that the dress will be hung up, the waist will return to a boyish shape, the face consigned to the bathroom waste bin and the hair reverts to grey. That horrible coming down time at the end of an evening when the man returns. However the next day you have some great memories and know that at sometime in the future Tara will return when the girl comes calling. XXX
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