Goin’ to the chapel

Every crossdresser fantasizes about wearing a wedding dress (and if that’s not a sweeping generalization based purely on speculation, I don’t know what is… but it is based on anecdotal evidence from my conversations with other crossdressers, blogs, etc.)  I never thought I could afford one; money is too tight for me to be throwing away hundreds of dollars on something I’ll wear privately in my own house.  But I was “window-shopping” online the other day and found this Victorian lace dress which could certainly be used as a wedding gown, not only for under forty bucks but more important in my size.  It fits quite snugly from the high neck to the waist, then opens up into a sweep much wider than I can spread my legs and drops all the way to the floor.  I don’t care much for lace — it’s a bit scratchy for my taste — but the satin lining makes up for it.  It looks and feels fantastic.


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2 Responses to Goin’ to the chapel

  1. Ralph says:

    That sure is an interesting observation! I’m sure there are as many theories as there are dresses. Of course, not every crossdresser is like that. The ones who take themselves seriously as “real” women dress more conventionally, trying as much as possible to blend in with contemporary society; the sex fetishists favor the lacy lingerie and leather micro-skirts; then there are the baby/sissy fetishists who only wear poofy short gowns and schoolgirl uniforms (diapers optional). Perhaps we romanticists have fictional, exaggerated expectations of femininity and we’re trying to create the ideal woman because we don’t see people like that in real life. Which leads one to wonder, if real women (still) dressed like they did in Little House on the Prairie* would we feel the need to dress ourselves that way?

    * I mention that TV show (TV, get it? Ha!) in particular because one of the main reasons I watched it, apart from a huge preteen crush on Melissa Gilbert, was because I loved seeing the girls in their long, billowy homespun dresses. That’s the same reason I like going to the local farmer’s market gatherings on weekends in the fall, because a lot of the stalls are operated by Mennonite families and I can admire those same ankle-length, long-sleeved calico dresses on the women.

  2. Ralph says:

    Following up on my previous thoughts, I just re-read your last paragraph about recreating the clothing that attracted us when we were coming into puberty. That could very well be a part of it — as I said, I really liked Melissa Gilbert so perhaps knowing that I could never have her in real life I was trying in some way to be her through my choice of clothing.

    That said, the desire to wear dresses predates my interest — and my sexual awareness — by several years. I think I mentioned elsewhere that when I was in elementary school (in Texas in the 1970s, that would be grades 1 to 5, that is to say roughly ages 6-10) my lack of athletic or fighting ability made me more comfortable playing with the girls, and back then most of them still wore long dresses. In some of my fantasies I expressed (and still do, to some extent) a desire to live the life of a pre-liberated woman — no pressure to achieve great works, no pressure to make difficult decisions, no pressure to be physically strong and capable… no expectations on me at all except to look pretty and be charming. Of course that, too, is a fictional idealized life. Women have always been held to impossible standards and I would have been just as pressured (and unable) to meet those standards as I was to meet the requirements for being a man. And being a man but experiencing only the fun parts (and none of the responsibilities) of being a woman? Dream on.

    I’ve speculated elseblog that perhaps my later interest in Little House on the Prairie type clothing and other outdated styles could very well be part of a desire to make myself into that group of girls I liked being with when I was little and felt safe and happy among them. So not so much a sexual longing, but addressing another primary emotional need.

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