I mentioned in my last post that I’d had a blinding moment of self-revelation after reading three superb articles by Dr Vernon Colman about crossdressing.

And it is this . . . that even though I know I’m unlikely to fool anyone really, when I’m dressed up as I am at this very moment (typing with false nails is very strange) I feel utterly BEAUTIFUL.

There are three things that boys and men rarely if ever get told – “You look beautiful, you look stunning, you look gorgeous”. Those are adjectives saved almost exclusively for girls and women.

My transvestism is a way for me to tap into those amazing sensations.

At the moment I’m wearing a lacy red and black basque with black lace top stockings, ankle boots with four-inch stilettos, little black sequinned party dress, a lovely, flowery necklace, long crimson nails and a long black wig which feels just amazing cascading over my shoulders and back. I’ve been wearing my black real leather opera gloves (an amazing £5 bargain at Primark) but I can’t type in those.

I’ve also managed my best make-up session yet – helped, I’m convinced, by the fact I’m only using top of the range cosmetics now, mostly Max Factor and L’Oreal.

And although I look in the mirror and still see the rather foolish-looking ‘Bob’ me looking back, I AM JULIA and there’s no other feeling on earth like it.

And Julia is beautiful.

Julia is stunning,

Julia is gorgeous.

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