This is a little poem I wrote a number of years ago when I use to dress to feel a little girly. I have since figured out that my needs go way beyond cloths. In fact to me the cloths I wear make no difference to my feelings any more. I know plenty of cis girls who don't get dolled up and yet are very feminine. To me now it's all about how I feel on the inside, not how I look on the outside. Yes I need my body to match my feelings. I just don't have the need to wear the most feminine of things anymore, except for the essentials.
It can also be seen at fiction mania under my author's name BDT and the title "Surprise" I have edited the final line since it was posted there. But I assure you that I am indeed the original author. With that I give you, "Daddy's little girl."
Starting off with,
Panties of satin and lace.
Just Putting them on,
Brings a smile to my face.
Next comes,
Tights and a bra.
I can't believe,
I've gone this far.
Slipping on,
A blouse and a skirt.
Look out world,
I'm a flirt.
Strapping on,
A pair of heels.
Oh man,
So this is how it feels.
Putting my hair,
Up in a bun.
I never thought,
Getting all dolled up could be so fun.
Finishing off,
with lipstick and blush.
My mind explodes,
What a rush.
Now that I'm Dressed,
My minds in a whirl.
Dad's only boy,
Is now his little girl.
