Becoming (C)Her

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I remember when I first felt it – silk. It was the most luxurious fabric my hands had ever touched. My fingers handled it with care in the department store. I was a teenager shopping when I noticed the silk nightgowns donned by the mannequins, draped so elegantly over their bodies. My body responded immediately and I had to buy some. That day, I bought a long nightgown and three pairs of panties – my first purchases in ladies’ apparel.In the privacy of my bedroom, I slipped the panties on and modeled them in the mirror. I am not sure which affected me more, the cool feel of the silk on my skin, or the way it hugged my ass. Next, I pulled the nightgown over my head. The one I chose could almost pass for a gown it was so elegant. I saw myself with new eyes; I was beautiful.My cock grew and stretched the flimsy fabric. Fuck, I was turned on. I reached for another pair of silk panties and moved to the bed. I slid my nightgown up over my hips, slid my panties down, and began rubbing the other silk panties up and down my hard dick. Fuck, it felt good. A few minutes later and I was squirting cum all over my stomach, lifting my nightgown higher just in time to avoid staining it. I lay there panting on the bed. This was the beginning of my love affair with ladies’ lingerie. I bought many more silky items and mom never questioned why I suddenly volunteered to start doing my own laundry.As far as life outside my bedroom, I was very introverted – kind of a loner at school but drawn to musical theatre. I loved to sing but was too shy to be on stage, so I worked behind the scenes in makeup and costumes, just to be a part of it all. I would learn the female role and dress up in my room, singing to my mirror. My mother would hear me singing and tell me I had the voice of an angel. I wasn’t sure about my voice though. Mothers always say that stuff, don’t they?When I wasn’t singing songs from our productions, I was singing Cher. God, I loved her. Her beautiful dark hair and outlandish, glittery costumes. Add in she was a total badass. I practiced emulating her voice and thought I sounded pretty good. Her distinctive contralto voice matched my own natural range. I was proud kumköy escort bayan of the day I perfected that tongue thing she did. So sexy! This was how I spent my Saturdays – alone in my room pretending to be someone I wasn’t. As you might imagine, I didn’t have a lot of friends at school. Kids weren’t mean to me, just kind of ignored me. Except for one girl. She wanted to work makeup and costumes with me in theatre. Surprisingly, she took as much pride in these aspects of the productions as I did. One day she invited me over to practice some makeup applications for an upcoming play. We got along so well and had fun learning new techniques and practicing on each other. She didn’t seem to find it weird that I enjoyed her making me up. I looked forward to spending my Saturdays with her. She was pretty popular though and always left in the late afternoon, getting ready for a date that night. But, I was grateful for the time she spent with me. We felt comfortable with each other and talked about our future dreams, etc. It was nice. Although we attended separate colleges, we kept in touch – until she met him. I had seen her infatuated with many boys, but this one was different. She was in love. Feelings of jealousy rose up inside me and it hurt, so I lost touch with her. After college, I started working for larger productions in New York City, interning as a makeup artist. Some of the performers spent hours in my makeup chair. I loved starting with a blank canvas and transforming them. My pride soared when I finished and spun them around to look in the mirror – each one would gasp, exclaiming how beautiful she felt. My confidence and comfort-level grew and I started singing to pass the time while I transformed the different ladies. Cher’s songs were my usual choice. I quickly became known as the singing makeup artist among the performers. Then, it happened. I guess you could say I was in the right place at the right time and the right person heard me and the process of “Becoming Cher” began. Being a drag queen satisfied my two great loves – feeling feminine and singing.~~~I love this process – of becoming her. My Cher kumköy escort persona gives me the confidence to perform on stage. The artistry, crowds, all of it bring me so much joy. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being Jason too. That part of me is just different. I am an attractive man, but certainly not one of the attention-grabbing beautiful people, like Cher. I enjoy both sides of my life. One side doesn’t want attention – more of a watcher. Another side craves it – but needs the costume and makeup to feel comfortable. Both are me. You might not understand, but becoming Cher exhilarates me in a way Jason can’t.I have another show tonight at the Diva Royale and begin the transformation. Fortunately, I am naturally built long and lean, perfect for her elaborate slinky costumes. God gave me the high cheekbones and chiseled face that women pay big bucks to get. It definitely helps that Cher and I share some physical attributes. Still, it takes me a couple of hours to get into makeup, hair, and costume, but I love every aspect of the process. Well, almost every aspect. Tucking is not my favorite thing. I can’t have my cock bulging in my dress, so I pull my penis down between my legs and tape it to my perineum. Oh, and I have to shave from face to feet … every day … every damn day.As I meticulously apply each layer of makeup and Cher comes into focus, my excitement builds. I love giving myself her iconic purple smokey eye, topped off with thick fake lashes. It is interesting how my personality transforms with my physical appearance. But the time I am finished, Jason has become Cher inside and out. The last part is my favorite – slipping into my costume. Watching myself in the mirror, I slowly pull up my stockings, marveling at how they show off my lean legs. Next the silk panties – my great love. I twist and turn in the mirror, posing, twirling, admiring. I don’t need a bra, but love the femininity of it so I wear one. Lastly, I slip the sparkling dress over my head, careful not to touch my made-up face. I reach for the wig, securing it firmly in place to finish my look. I enjoy quite a bit or mirror-time when my ensemble escort kumköy is complete. Seeing myself. Feeling the elegance adorning my body. All of it fuels my energy for my performance. Right before I make my way to the stage, my high heels go on … and they fucking hurt my feet. I’m ready for another performance and adrenaline rushes through my veins. Each night is different, never knowing what kind of audience awaits me. What a rush! The announcer calls my name and the applause quickens my steps.I notice her in the middle of “Love is a Lonely Place Without You”. It can’t be? Can it? Jess? I have to know for certain and descend the steps to sing to her table. As I approach, my suspicions are confirmed. I would know those big blue eyes anywhere. Fueled with “Cher” confidence, I take her hand and sing into those eyes I never expected to see again. As I sing words of love and missing her, she blushes, giggling, looking back at her friends. I kiss her cheek and whisper, “Hi, Jess,” in her ear. Then, I see it – the moment she recognizes me. Her mouth drops open and I wink before releasing her hand and resuming my position on the stage.I purposely look at everyone in the audience, except her – too nervous about her reaction seeing me like this. After I finish my set, I send a stagehand out into the audience to invite her to my dressing room. My feet are firmly planted on the other side of the door, just praying I hear a knock. When I do, I try not to rip the door off the hinges opening it.”Hi, Jess,” I say, trying to control my beating heart. “Jason! Sweet Jesus! I can’t believe this!” She reaches out to rake her fingers through my long hair. “What? How? I mean you look and sound just like her. You are Cher!” Then, she throws her arms around my body, pulling me into a warm hug. I am excited by her hug and her compliment. “Thank you, Jess. I worked hard to become her.” “How did you think to do this?” she says, pulling back, wide eyes roaming up and down from my made-up face down to my 5-inch heels.I know she is shocked by all of this. I can only think to explain it by saying, “I love this quote by Cher – ‘All of us invent ourselves. Some of us just have more imagination than others.’ I guess I have a pretty big imagination, Jess.””You are amazing. I mean it. I can’t tell you how happy I am to have found you again,” she says, hugging me once again. She hasn’t changed. Her scent. Her smile. Her eyes. Everything part of her is just as I remembered. 

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