Kayla asks... From Domino Masque's Esoterica -- Transgendering & the Art of Change.
Let's face it, cross dressing is a kind of "performance art" -- one that's much more interesting than these idiots standing around curb-side pretending to be statues -- and Art requires a little suffering.
It's rare that I'm all that enthusiastic about tackling esthetics. I don't dress as much as I'd like to, largely because of the dread I feel at having to put it all together. The work of creating the look is incredibly daunting. Trying to find the confidence to put my natural maleness aside in favor of a feminine guise is difficult. Before I start in upon the transfemmation I'm always racked with doubts; uncertain as to my ability to bring it off and make it real.
Still, whenever I find myself standing in front of the mirror watching as "Kayla" reveals herself beneath the glossy glow of eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick, I feel a wonderful feminine nature -- a lightness of being -- overwhelming me. It's not that make-up and dress make the woman, but it does go a long way towards bringing a sexy glow, that feminine mystique, -- the wonderful feeling "of being all of that," -- to the surface.