My Cinderella Story (Page
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As I exited the theater with the crowds, I continued to smile as I saw
all of the little girls dressed in their princess outfits, and I smiled
for the beautiful women that they can become. I felt good as I walked
back down the city streets towards my car, and it seemed as if I stopped
to take a selfie in every store window. After turning the corner towards
the parking area, I walked past a salon that I didn't notice prior to
the musical because I was in such a big hurry, and there were lots of
girls in the salon getting their hair done or getting their nails
styled, and I could see my reflection in a mirror right there in the
middle of the salon. I just had to take a picture of it despite what the
people in the salon were thinking.
As I continued to walk along the city streets, I remembered the words of
the fairy godmother as she transformed Cinderella's dress into a
beautiful gown and as she produced a beautiful carriage and white horses
from a pumpkin and four white mice. Cinderella and her fairy godmother
were singing the song, Impossible, where Cinderella simply can't believe
everything that has just happened to her, but in the midst of the song,
the fairy godmother proclaims to Cinderella, "You can change it all; you
can make it all happen!"
By the end of the musical, Cinderella sings a reprise to the song
Impossible, and now the words change from Impossible to It's Possible.
Yes, it's possible, and that's why I felt so uplifted in the end.
I can change things, and I can make them happen.
So many years ago it wasn't possible for me to even imagine attending
the theater in a large city dressed completely as a girl, but I made it
happen. I made it possible. You can change it all, and you can make it
happen, and all it takes is a little bit of magic...the kind of magic
that I witnessed in the eyes of those little angels surrounding me
What an incredible way to bring my extended summer girl time to a close!
I felt complete as I found my car and began driving home with the catchy
tune still playing in my head between Cinderella and her fairy godmother
singing back and forth to each other, "It's possible...it's possible!" I
looked down at the pretty flowers on the hem of my skirt and the sun
catching my nylons just so creating the most magical look, and I just
had to smile again and echo the closing words of the song, "Impossible
things are happening every day!!"
My Crossdressing Relections
My Cinderella Story
Autumn Photo Shoot
Mommy memoirs from the ballpark
Psychological need for bras
Crazy night at the ballpark
In the mood for pink
Long overdue photo shoot
A girl and a flower garden
Signs of a Girl
Challenges of being a girl 24/7
Quiet Picnic as a Girl
Why My Bra and Panties Rarely Match
Dimensions of being a girl
Pantyhose here and there
Connecting with my cross dressing roots
My slip is showing
Crossdressing and Halloween
Sunday Morning Walks in a Dress
My Biggest "What If?"
Mornings as a Girl
My Mother and My Crossdressing
Motherly Feelings While Crossdressed