So, who shall I be today?

The house to myself for the day. My trusty hold-all of femme clothes. That glorious feeling
of anticipation, knowing that soon Robin will transform into Jemma.
But which Jemma?
Sometimes I already know, I might have seen a woman in town in opaque black tights, ankle
boots and dress and think Yes, that's my look for today. Other times I don't have a clue as I empty my bag of goodies onto the bed:
underwear, shoes and boots, wigs, skirts, dresses, stockings and
tights.
If I'm feeling particularly wicked I'll go for the vampish look: tight red basque
with suspenders, black stockings, killer heels, black wig and lots of
heavy make-up.... and nothing else. When I'm in that kind of mood I
also reach for my favourite dildo and lube. Well, if I'm being
naughty, let's go the whole hog!
Occasionally (and it is only occasionally) I'll go for the schoolgirl look: black tights or
white ankle socks, navy skirt, white blouse and ****** tie and add a
couple of pigtails to the wig. It's fun but it always makes me a feel
a bit uneasy!
On warm summer days it's nice to be barely bare! A short wig, a pair of very sheer
hold-ups and nice sandals... and nothing else. It's glorious to
stroll around the house and garden (I live in the country, miles from
any neighbours) feeling the breeze with everything hanging loose and
free.
On the rare occasions I go out dressed it tends to be winter so I can hide behind a thick
coat, scarf, boots and a hat. I'd love to breeze along the street in
a cotton dress but I just don't have the courage.
But my go-to look is classy/secretary/boss. That's the one that really floats my boat. So
I reach for my expensive bra and panties set, nude hold-ups, beige
heels, ash blonde wig and either one of my smart understated dresses
or a blouse and pencil skirt (with a sexy split!). The only thing
that spoils the outfit is the inevitable crotch bulge it creates!
But whatever outfit I choose, I adore looking at Jemma wearing it.
The anticipation, the feel, the thrill, only other crossdressers – like yourselves, dear
readers, would ever understand.