Force my feet into your size fours
Squeeze shoulders down to perfect ten
Walk a mile in stiletto heels
Flash hairy legs below short hem
I’m not talking of cross-dressing
No frock fetish or frill edged thrill
But vain attempts to view your world
To feel the underlying chill
And I don’t mean the dental floss
That doubles for a draughty thong
I seek but to experience
The feminine, yet get it wrong
For clothes do not a woman make
Which is only my first mistake
