I am not too sure where to put this as it is not really a confession as such but I would like to hear any response from those with a similar experience.

Whilst on uni vacation in Ireland and staying with relatives, by the way it's great there, my cousin arranged for us to go to what they called a Tarts & Vicars party. I need to explain that what they call Tarts are what we would call a whore or hooker, a vicar is a priest, and the idea is that everybody goes along dressed as either. My girl cousin who is slightly older than I am arranged the costumes and all was fine until she brought them home and said that we should try them on for size to make sure that they would fit. With the costumes laid out on the bed I saw a black suit & shoes complete with black socks and a vicars white dog collar, along with a black lacy see through top with sleeves, a red satin tight skirt with a huge silt at the side, and an array of black underwear which included black thigh high's and garter belt. My first impression was that my cousin would look great in her outfit but I then commented that the suit looked far too small for me and that the shoes were way too small. Well that's because "I am the vicar and you are the tart" she retorted; I was dumbstruck!
She explained that it was not at all unusual to swap roles and that probably half of those going would be dressed the same. Straight away I said that I could not possibly dress in those clothes not even as a joke because I would feel too embarrassed, but did succumb to her wishes after a few days.
She helped me to a point with our practice run by helping me to get into the clothes and followed it up by doing my makeup and wig.

To cut down a long story it would be fair to say that the party was a great success and was attended by something like 40-50 people and no doubt everyone had a good time, except me. I had one of the greatest times of my life.

I enjoyed so much dressing in those clothes and repeatedly walked into the hallway during the party to look at myself in the full length mirror, I looked gorgeous and stunned by how girly my figure and legs were. I enjoyed immensely the feel of those clothes on my body and what is more important the comments from the other folk there saying that unless they heard me speak I would be taken for a girl.

Now back home I just cant get it out of my mind and want to buy my own girly clothes to have that feeling again and again. I have my own copies of the many photographs taken at the time and sometimes can't believe that it is me I am looking at.

Don't misunderstand me though as I have no desire to be with guy as a girl, I simply enjoyed the experience so much that I just have to make it happen.

Am I now in touch with my feminine side?