Devils Advocate, opening a can of worms?

To be dressed in feminine attire, that is my desire.
The power to entice or attract through personal charm,
when cross dressed therein lies no harm.
Time out from mundane male nature,
to slip on the nylon and silk, ah such rapture.
Painted nails, seams straight and eyes aglow,
slip on a frock it is time for me to show.
Out into the world reborn as a female,
heels clicking hair swishing, a show-off gal.
Ambling to a bar stool, posing, heels dangling.
To be admired, even chatted up,
my heart swelling in it's small A cup.
The thrill I get in my Walter Mitty brain,
whilst being dressed, sex I can refrain.
To be with the gurls, in their finery and pearls,
No men required, just dresses, heels and curls.
To look into a face, ruby red lips, deep eyeshadow,
the sparkling eyes, this is heaven, my Eldorado.
We are no longer manly, certainly not gay,
stubble shaved and powdered away,
Free from inhibitions, to have our newfound say.
I thought, perchance this might be my site,
to dress and impress night after night.
Sadly it not proving to my, perceived delight.
Alas, on this site some people cannot read,
simple things most of us plead.
No males, No photo's, so no contact,
still they try, they simply have no tact,
constantly texting, it is a fact.
Faces hidden, erect wet clit,
they think that's all there is to it.
No charm, no glamour, no grace
most of the pictures cut off their face.
Encased head to foot in rubber, never to be seen,
Alas dear reader not my kinda scene.
Hairy legs in nylon, blurred and tattooed,
these pics' should be summarily removed.
Cross dressers? Perhaps, Transvestites? Not!
Transvestic's sum up this motley lot.

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