The blue waves dance, they dance and tremble,
The sun’s bright rays caress the seas.
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel,
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!..

~ M. Lermontov. “The Sail”

After trying on some of my mother’s clothes for not much clicking effect, I found her thin, sleeveless black dress — knee-long for me, presumably longer for her.

Even though it was meant for a different build, I went really excited upon seeing how much it clicked. This was the first time I looked into a mirror and actually thought I was seeing a woman, as opposed to a “special exception gender-combined entity”. Of course, in a dimly-lit mirror, my standards got lowered. Pictures look worse, so I’m not posting them.

Still, compared to my earlier crossdressing attempts, it’s a major step forward. I need to try it again sometime with chest and hip padding, and makeup to hide facial hair trails.