How Victoria Came To Be

Victoria came to be when I was at and early age, even though at the time I did not know what kind of impact that she would have on my life. life with Victoria started with the fascination with my mother’s clothes, the way everything fitted, and the way her skirts would swish when she walked.


My mother was a rather trendy person. She always had lovely clothes and would always be dressed in the latest fashions. To be growing up at such an early age, in a world where everything was so fascinating, was a wonderful life.


So, my very first experience of dressing was trying on some of my Mothers tights, knee boots (luckily at that age they fitted nicely), and a denim miniskirt. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was so amazed on how I looked and how the clothes felt on me. Even though at the time I did not have a clue what it all meant to be dressing in women’s clothing. I just had an excitement that I had never felt wearing my everyday normal clothes.


This first experience was to be on hold for a few more years, until Victoria said hello again when I was in my later years. This time it was my sister’s clothes that grabbed my attention, with her uniform (you all know what I mean there I am sure), with the short skirts and white knee socks. Once again, I was hooked on dressing up. Rushing home to have some Victoria time, prancing around the bedroom in my sister’s uniform. Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.


But these heady days was not too last, has Victoria was put into the closet for some years. Victoria surfaced sporadic in the following years, but she never really went away, being always in the background.

It was not until I got my own place that Victoria returned with some gusto. My wardrobe slowly growing with dresses, underwear and makeup. Buying my first wig added to my experience to look more feminine. There was just one thing missing, and that was sharing Victoria with the world. Never having the courage to go out in public and telling anyone about my passion.


This was to all change after working with a woman, who told me about her friend dressing her husband in a French Maids uniform and having him serve them both drinks. This was the opening that I had always wanted. My heart was pounding as I told her everything about Victoria, I was expecting her to be shocked, but she wanted to know more and wanted to see Victoria in the flesh.


So, we arranged for Anne to come to my place the following Friday. On the Friday that we had arranged, I had to rush to a bridal shop to buy a garter belt to finish the uniform off. Has the time came closer to Anne’s arrival, I was such a bag of nerves, that I had problems getting dressed, putting my fingernails through one of my fishnet stockings and smudging my makeup.


Once fully dressed and my makeup sorted, I had to have a drink to calm myself down. Then the hour came, I was not expecting Anne to turn up really, but when she did, I was overjoyed. She was so excited about seeing me dressed, and absolutely amazed on how I looked, that she made me calm down and relax. Then I started to really enjoy myself with the whole experience, calling her Mistress (which Anne really loved) and serving her drinks.


The following Monday I told Anne that I had ordered some thigh high boots, when I told her she said that thought of me in them was making her horny. So, we just had to meet up again and arranged for the following Saturday. Once again, I dressed in my French Maids uniform with thigh boots included this time.


Saturday arrived and I got myself all ready, feeling extremely excited and sexy in my thigh boots. Anne arrived like she said she would, and once again see was really thrilled and excited to see me all dressed. Anne then wanted to see me in my other dresses, so I did a bit of a fashion show for her. Which was such a thrill, to be able to show someone else, instead of just parading in front of the mirror.


More to follow soon…

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