Tara's Transvestite Blog

Many of you who read my blog will know of my love of the transformation from the boy to Tara. This may sound obvious for all TV’s but as I get older I am more and more infatutaed with the change in my persona and mindset that comes with dressing. I love the fact that clothes and make up allow me to act differently but I also feel very different.

Yes there is definitely a sexiness about the whole thing that I adore but over time this has moved from the more external ‘being turned on’ to an internal rush that creates an intense form of euphoria when the girl emerges. From there its a bit like a drug where you feel more confident more exppressive and more playful than when in those bloody jeans and T-Shirt! But I believe that this clearly defines a Transvestite. A Transsexual is interested in being able to show her true gender, dressing is incidental,  a crossdresser is primarily interested in the clothes they wear that gives them that sexual kick. A Transvestite is interested in the person that a complete transformation creates. We are a bit schizophrenic in our nature but we chose when we want to adopt our alter-ego(s) and control the situation. I personally just love this completely separate person emerging.

This change or ‘flip’ means that at as many levels as possible I try to separate the two completely. I have different social media accounts, different emails, separate mobile phones, websites and business cards. In the past this may have been a necessity because I was not telling my partner (by the way that is wrong wrong wrong), but nowadays even though I am living with a person who accepts Tara it I still want to keep them very very separate. Its so much more fun keeping a gulf between them because of how I feel when I am in either ‘mode’.  I like both sides and would hate that they came together, although my TV firends say that at times in male mode I can tend to exhibit more femme gestures than I did a couple of years ago! To me the major part of this change is in the physical act of dressing itself.

The other night I had the chance to be able to get ready for far longer than the normal hour I am normally given, without interruption! I suddenly realised that having plenty of time to change was as exciting as the actual change occurring. To really be able to get that make-up right to try lots of outfits and pose in front of the mirror was a wonderful part of the girl arriving. When you are in a rush you just do not have the mirror time to indulge in the pure activity of transformation and at times I just feel like a cock in a frock. However with the time I could actually feel it overcoming me as I put on my make-up and clothes. The Americans call it a ‘Mind Fuck’ and that is a perfect though vulgar definition. A friend also said that it was when the wig went on that the change occurred in her. And she was right, of all the things you do putting on the wig makes things complete and brings it all together This defines you.

If you think that you want to at least put in quite a passable effort you must put a bit of time and effort into finding your right wig and, if you have the guts, getting someone to style it for you. We have a local Trans group who frowns when I and a few friends go out dressed in wigs and oh dear! short skirts. They look at us and wonder where we have the brass wahoos to dress in such a brazen manner. Its just not becoming for people of our age. They prefer to let their hair grow long and wear longer crinoline dresses implying they are more acceptable to the general population. They are probably right. But as the male gets older the hair thins and so many of these girls have male pattern baldness and thin straggly hair. Its just not the image I want to convey and its certainly not what gets me going! For me its about making the make the best of your appearance and for so many of us the need for the appreciation of what we have become is a vital part of the activity of being a Tranny. I mean how many of you have to at least do 2 or 3 parades of the bar/nightclub/event to see who is there and more importantly show off and get some admiring glances? But without  the all encompassing wig not a chance! To some Transvestites the concept that thye might be able to pass as a girl is their ultimate goal. For me I long ago accepted that I would not pass and instead focused on creating Tara a transvestite that would get approving comments purely due to people recognising the effort and style that is you. Ah yes we are back to the me, Me, ME, MEEE of being a Tranny as I alluded in previous posts.

I dress in a style that I adore that allows the transformation to Tara to be complete in my mindset and the wig is an essential, no, the vital part of this change. But you must look at yourself very hard. Think what style/look you want to convey.You must decide what shape of face you have then look at the type of wig that suits this face shape. Finally decide which one is right for the occasion. If like me you love long hair as it hides so many of the male traits its fine, but go out for a meal or dancing and this gets in the way so you have to look for a shorter alternative that still shows you off as you would like to be seen. Yes I know you can change your wig as many times as you want but in reality you will have a favourite that you know you look your best in.

My partner Susie at Chateau Femme wrote a good Blog on the Subject of How To Find The Best Wig, but I am sure there are lots of other sites such as UK Hairdressers and Hairstylers as well as a good value wig store Mistresses who can help. There are also lots of sites on the web where you type in ‘what hairstyle suits my face’ but its crucial you define your shape correctly. Then you can move onto length, colour, synthetic, real hair and cut. This will improve both your look and your confidence as you get those comments we all crave. But also remember the Trabsvestite motto it is your distinctive and selfish style that works (I made that one up!). My style is the one I like to see in the mirror not necessarily the style others would like to see me dress in. Yes I am a selfish bitch that can embarrass others with too short a skirt too low a cleavage and too much shoulder showing for a person of my size and especially age. But this is the self indulgent part of me that is quasi-addicted to this wonderful pastime. And for me it exactly that something I indulge in from time to time not 24/7 or even 3 days a week. Too much bloody effort!