The Illusion

Another BigCloset TopShelf poem.

As he zipped up the corset and adjusted his stockings
He looked in the mirror
Was he truly the princess upon whom he gazed
Or a boy trying to be what he was not

As he applied the makeup
His looks began to change
No longer did he have a boyish face
But that of young girl revealing herself
Was this an image of reality
Or just a wish for it to be

As he fixed and styled his long fine hair
Combing out his wispy bangs
No longer looking like a girl but a beautiful women
Without so much as a doubt

To put the final touch on the masterpiece
She slips on a long slinky dress
With shoes to match and jewelry too
Can we doubt she is a woman true
And quite a turn on too.