Vive la difference and thank you all.
Davita

To “dress up like a woman”; yes; sure. Because “girls get to wear all those fantasy things that boys would LOVE to wear”—an incredibly strong fantasy, for those males who are sensitive to it.

BUT, do we want to “dress up like a woman” or do we really represent something else, neither conforming with male nor female? As I reviewed your pictures and writings, I noticed that a price was being paid—quite a big price, I would say—in dressing up LIKE any recognized style of male OR female. The skirts, everything, are all very nice, and I’ve mentioned your advice is very good. But the suggested pictures and styles are quite conservative Pretty, yes; but at the very best, these styles will lead your followers to be “simply invisible” within the set societal fashion styles of—being a “normal” girl, in “normal” fashion style. Wonderful, sexy, beautiful—and yet, and yet, apart from a very few avant-garde street ladies we might see out on a Friday or Saturday night, these “normal girls, in their normal fashions” may be not really what drives the passion of lifelong desire felt to the very cores of males who wear girls’ (or more accurately, girlie) nylon panties.

What IS that sizzling passion? I don’t think we really want to be oh-so-similar to girls in their “normally sexy office attire” at all. I honestly feel we are “even more different” from that. At least, some of us, or a number of us, are. It is not a Hallowe’en gig, nor a joke: it is way, way deep inside our souls. And when we see some young lady who is truly more gorgeous than any Hollywood monied princess of the screen; when such a creature burns her way along the sidewalk and we see her bum-cheeks so bare above her perfect-perfect legs; when we feel that instant the fire and the sizzling heat of what SHE is feeling—why, that is worlds apart from anything average, and it is quite a long way away from most anything conventionally “acceptable” in fashion norms.

Do you know what I’m saying?

I’m suggesting that there are three reasons to go out in the disguise of something we are not:
(1) It is fun to dress up like a carrot on Hallowe’en.
(2) It is super-fun, a real thrill, to dress up like the opposite sex, on Hallowe’en or for any costume party.
(3) It is a fiery THRILL, that runs as deep as our blood-source, to dress up as THE LIFE-FORMS WE TRULY ARE, not mimicking nor imitating anything or anyone, but rather expressing ourselves as a THIRD SEX (or maybe as a zillionth-millionth-and-third sex) that is as genuine and ancient and true as our very life-breath. We are not mimicking anyone or anything, in that case. We are breathing the sex we truly ARE; and if this is the case, it explains why sheer nylon panties are today as much a breathtaking thrill to slip up my legs as they were more than seventy years ago, in this lifetimeThese pictures and all the advice on your site seem very correct and well thought-out. But there does seem to me to be one silent problem; a kind of “elephant in the room”. I’m not sure, and so this is not meant as criticism, and it certainly is not meant in any negative way. But I do wonder about it—as indeed I have wondered about it, all my life. (And in my 70s, “all my life” is quite awhile now!)

I could say much much more, having been thrilled by the feel of nylon panties for more than seventy years. If you wish, you can email me. I do appreciate your wonderful suggestions to be girlie, to look like a girl. That is superb. I think there is more, however. Thank you.