The Birth of Kitten

Hello!

My name is Kitten Kraske, I am here because I feel like I have a story that is worth sharing. I have not always been Kitten, nor am I always Kitten still. I started this life journey under a different name, one that is much more masculine. Around ten days ago Kitten made her first appearance. My fiancee and I had spent a late night swimming the aether together and while we were there she looked at me and saw Kitten. Pink ribbons, spiral curls, soft makeup, ethereal beauty, she could not stop the vision and so she asked if I would allow her to try to bring Kitten to the surface. I was happy to oblige and so a few days later while we were sharing an evening of hedonism she decided to run to the store and get some supplies to do just that. She picked out some soft pink lipstick, bubblegum nailpolish, blue mascara, a pair of pink ribbons, and a ringlet making curling iron.

The Super Curling Iron

She even bought me a box of heart shaped Lindt Chocolates! : ) Using these supplies along with a selection of her clothing she set to work bringing Kitten out in me. I shaved my face as close as possible and sat down for her to begin the transformation. We had a great time together figuring out how the iron worked and chatting while she painted my nails. It felt very comfortable being done up, having my hair curled reminded me of when I was a younger man and my mom and my sister did my hair with the curling iron, or better yet the crimper! I am sure that a few cans of hairspray ended up on my head over the years. It took awhile to get the ribbons in and the curls right but in the end she was generally satisfied with the outcome ; except maybe the clothing I know we can and have since done better.

The Finished Look

I wore the outfit the next day and the following evening we worked on Kitten again and did some refining. I plucked, not alot but enough to clean up my brows; more importantly I shaved, every part of me, arms, legs, chest, back, crotch, butt, hands, feet, EVERYWHERE! It took a couple of hours, I used clippers on my arms and chest, because I had experienced what can happen when I shave my chest, I want to try using wax. I used a razor everywhere else, I had never shaved my legs or feet or hands before, though I had done my croth so I knew what to expect. I got an intense rash on my thighs but did alright everywhere else. After we were done shaving me I looked like a much younger man and very much softer and feminine, I also felt so very smooth and silky! Mylove had also picked up some tights for me to wear which were black thigh highs which required me to have bare shaved legs to look good.

I have since maintained a routine of shaving daily, I have done my legs a few times, and I use the clippers on my arms and chest when I have time. I have done my nails consistantly and worn makeup at least 8 out of 10 days so far. This blog is about me trying to figure out what I am gaining from this experience, to understand why it feels so good to have shaved legs, and why it is so exciting to go out on the town in fully dressed. Why I have already bought more clothes for Kitten than I had before she came to town and I have a case of makeup and nearly a dozen scarves. I hope to understand what is motivating my exploration in regard to my clothing, and my personal sexuality. I have many questions and I hope that by writing I may be able to answer some of them, and perhaps if there are others out thee who recognize that my experience is kindred to their own that will gain insights into themselves.

Kitten