Ah, emotion! In marketing we categorise consumers as either emotional or rational.
Now, I’m a very rational person. But I’ll try and convey the underlying emotion of my behaviour in my search for the perfect crossdressing service Europe.
So let’s skip back in time to when Lauren (who was then David) started college. Far from feminine, quite muscular, shaved head, David was in charge of the martial arts society in his college. Several thousand Euros in the bank and in great health. But no crossdressing service Europe for him yet. He seemed everything society would want a guy his age to be, with every pore oozing his macho persona. Yet the torture he felt when he lay down at night. Deep in his heart he needed his own crossdressing service Europe.
For here was a girl living under the surface trying to break free without the help of a crossdressing service Europe. Because he was spending a lot of time alone to study David had the opportunity to sit crossing his legs, which felt right, so feminine and sexy. And when the temptation became too much, some sexy black lingerie was ordered along with a trip to a local crossdressing service that wasn’t the best. Not the best of experiences, dressed in a slutty outfit: nowhere near the perfect crossdressing service Europe that I needed.
Always unhappy with his body hair David had begun to shave his body hair until he noticed an offer for laser hair removal. He was slightly embarrassed at first, lying in his underwear as the beautician painstakingly moved the laser over every inch of his hairy legs. However the euphoric feeling of smooth legs was worth the temporary discomfort. Gradually he would have laser treatment on most of his body and face to satisfy the underlying urge to be feminine and pretty! So his search for the perfect crossdressing service Europe could begin in earnest.
He found at first a crossdressing service where he mingled with other transvestites. The beautiful luxurious crossdressing service Europe house seemed at first the right setting for Lauren to emerge from her cocoon. Lauren would stand in front of the gilt edged mirror admiring herself, long smooth sexy legs, pretty face, tapered waist, sexy ass, slutty clothing. Lauren had been born. She continued to attend the crossdressing service Europe. But she was not the only one admiring herself.
The person David had become accustomed to the environment he lived in, sometimes violent and full of people who loved to see others fall from grace, what the Germans call Schadenfreude. David was successful because he constantly trained his mind and body so he was always one step ahead of anyone who would be foolish enough to choose him as an enemy. Now distracted with college by these crossdressing service Europe experiences, David no longer pretended to be what the world wanted him to be, so others began picking on him.
He moved thinking this would help; but others still picked on him, bullying him, taunting him to fight with them to appease their own psychological shortcomings: calling him names and picking on old wounds left from his abusive parents. Not being as smart as I am now I let it get to me. At no point then did it dawn on that I had chosen the wrong crossdressing service to help me gain confidence in my female persona. I was responding to the aggressive behaviour of others with a strange mixture of personal retreat and petulant aggression.
In danger of losing all sense of feminine direction. The euphoric dopamine-filled thoughts I had when crossdressing as a woman became an outlet for this stress when visiting the UK crossdressing service Europe. And still I found no crossdressing service to help me find the way to the true feminine me until I found JJ and her crossdressing service Europe.
Then things became worse as the stresses and strains within me grew. The absence of a genuine crossdressing service Europe was depressingly obvious. A new flat mate came along: he gambled and wanting me to share his addictive behaviour. He encouraged me to gamble too, first on TV sports and then online gambling. Naturally being a complete amateur I soon lost everything I possessed. I had to sell all my valuables to keep funding myself in college. I attended addiction counselling and still avoided what I really needed: a perfect crossdressing service Europe.
To say I felt humiliated and emasculated and somewhat suicidal is an understatement. I wonder what life would have been like had I found the perfect crossdressing service Europe at that time? Given that I felt that I had lost any trace of my male ego, I saw it as the opportune time to see a gender specialist. He explained the medical view of my condition and the treatment available; and he recommended that I consider a name change. Yes adopting a femme name was good advice, but telling me to look for a true crossdressing service Europe would have been better.
I finished my final exams, overcame my gambling problem and graduated this time last year. I got my first job, my own place and read enough self-help books that I could probably pass any average psychology exam: Lol. But it was not so much self-help I needed but a crossdressing service Europe that would really help me understand and express my femininity. That brings us to present day Lauren, on the point of finding her perfect crossdressing service Europe. In love with the idea of being a woman, dressing sexily every day, having long beautiful hair and nails, a beautiful sexy body and a rich husband to pay for it all!
But still torn between doing that and being pragmatic, rational, a successful businessman and martial artist. Between what I really wanted and what the world seemed to expect of me. What no perfect crossdressing service Europe would ever ask of me. There have been times in life when I felt this pragmatic way without a crossdressing service Europe was the right path: I believed that someday I would meet someone that I would love so much: perhaps a conventional male-female relationship. So that putting my real feelings aside would be easy. Self-deception, of course.
There is just no way that I can cast my essential femininity aside. What JJ’s crossdressing service Europe has helped me see is that I am a woman and that with her I can express that femininity without judgement. And, with the insight of her crossdressing service Europe, I have come to realise that sometimes I have made the mistake of judging myself as the world has tried to judge me. I know that I have for so long been in emotional turmoil but that is now all changing for the better with JJ and her crossdressing service Europe. JJ sort of grounds you and makes you look deep within yourself, she makes me feel calm and more confident. Happy to know that I am taking the right road and I feel so much better for it. It’s like a veil of fog has been has lifted and now I see clearly my future ahead.
With help from the perfect crossdressing service Europe I have now seen my folly. Fighting when I should be yielding. Resisting when I should be accepting my true nature. Pretending to be rational when deep within I am really at heart emotional. Or rather both rational and emotional. The two attributes of a real woman. Thank you JJ and your perfect crossdressing service Europe for showing me how to be the woman I really am.
My emotional response to my long-awaited discovery of the perfect crossdressing service Europe.
Lauren a new convert to the crossdressing service Europe xx