Now came a blond wig on my head. Long blonde hair fell into my face untilMom tamed it with a hairband that matched the dress. On the top of my headshe...tied a bow."Please, stand up so I can look at you."I followed her wishes. It felt really odd as the petticoat grazed my legs.Quite different than my long skirts.Mom looked as though she was making an effort to hold back tears. "Almostperfect. Just the make-up isn't right."I had to seat myself again, and Mom busied herself for a while with myface.. ." she replied then had a change of mind. "I am! Yes, I'm gay. I'm so done with boys. Never again shall I want a dick in me. Ugh. The thought now disgusts me."My eyes enlarged and I became instantly nervous. Here she was shouting her sexual preferences, and I was laying next to her. I wanted to excuse myself, but I didn't want her to think I was homophobic. I wasn't, but I wasn't really comfortable. But deep inside of me, an unusual feeling was surfacing. My legs started to tremble and my mind. With politics as usual there would be the important arrival media orgy and after meeting news conference. Then there was the state dinner and more politics.We were finished by 1300 and had a few hours before we needed to be back for the dinner. With a guide from the ministry of tourism, we went to see the Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp that had been designated a National Memorial.As part of history classes and then as part of Marine training, (why we fight for freedom) I had said if I ever. I undressed and started to put on my lingerie of black bra, suspender bely, black fishnet stockings and a black thong. I put on their dressing gown and went back in to the room and sat down ready for the make over.A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mascara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me.