How does one start to tell the world about yourself? Well, like many of you reading these words, I adore all things feminine, whether it be the females around me, the clothes they wear, the clothes I wear...

It's difficult to remember exactly how I began to dress. I have vague memories of sneaking into mummy's room and rifling through her amazing collection of pantyhose, selecting a pair before quietly making my way back to my own room and luxuriate in the delights of pulling them up my then-smooth, hairless legs. I guess I'd have been about 7 years old and from then till now, I remain as confused as ever, perhaps more so in my adult life.

How can we adore the girls that walk past us every day, desiring them, and yet simultaneously wanting to be them? How do I want nothing more than to slip off a sexy pair of panties from a gorgeous girl, only to yearn to them pull them up my own legs? It's a world of dichotomies.

Happy to chat to other gurls.

Annalise x