Transgender World Confessions

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Also I just like to step out into the world as a girl, be it just having a smoke in front of my house or just taking a short drive as a girl. I love to wear really sexy underwear, garters, thigh high leggings, corsets, t-backs, etc. But I am still just a regular "girl" and I wear regular girl clothes on top. Most of us are just like normal girls, we don't expose our body unless it is someone special!! We are just normal girls but in the wrong body!

Calbee

Dear Donna and all my brothers and sisters out there: Honestly I just dress up to feel good with myself~ :) I hate wearing jeans and t-shirts... it just makes me feel so similar with the rest of the world and so unattractive... I just want to feel sexy and good~ Even tho I admit I want to become a girl, but the main reason isn't sexual desire or anything... I am not gay, I just want to be loved, be it a girl, a man, another TV/CD. whatever~ Also, I think us TV/CD are the MOST understanding people on Earth. Maybe because we're different than "normal" people. I accept anyone with a good heart, I don't care if you're gay/lesbian/tomboy/whatever, if you're a good person then it's fine with me :)

Calbee

I love my man sooooooooooooooo much. He knows who he is. Hugggggs to all here...

Ramona

Robert is such a dream! I told you before how he took me to the opera...he in his tuxedo and me in my formal gown with my Vstring underneath. I felt so feminine and sexy. We went home that night and had the most romantic evening. He gets so excited just thinking about putting his penis inside my "vagina." I, of course, get all excited, too, feeling his warm hardness moving in and out of me...next to me...and then, when he reaches his orgasm...well, it takes me over the edge most of the time. Being able to satisfy my man in the most feminine way after a romantic evening is just the best.

Marcia R

Dear Calbee with out even trying you said it all in your last sentence. That's what drives us all. It just feels good to be in the RIGHT cloths. Notice I didn't say the cloths of another gender, I said the right cloths. I feel so much more at ease and comfortable in a nice pair of sheer hose and a good skirt and slip on, with a nice blouce. Even when I know that know one is going to see me. I take every step to make sure my hair and make-up are done just right, and that my outfit all goes together well. Most the time if I;m wearing heels at home I will just leave them on while I fix myself dinner and the sit and watch a little TV. It just seems right to stay totally dressed as a woman when ever I can. That's the most comfortable for me. Having to keep my make-up nice and my hair brushed out and fixed nice is a privledge of being female. I can't think of anything more satisfying then to look in the mirror and see a nice lady looking back at me. All you girls enjoy every second of your girl time. It's the best. With love: Donna

Donna

I have been dressing since I was ten-ish. Now I am 23... I am stuck between full-time and part-time... I really think about being full-time a lot... but the unknown is quite scarry... Anyway, I enjoy wearing woman's clothings. Lingerie, clothes, dresses, high heels... Anything feminine really~ It doesn't make me high or anything, I just feel really good to be in the right clothings.

Calbee

I have been crossdressing all my life...have just begun to go out en femme and it is a whole different feeling....usually at night and do some food shopping or go to the mall....I recommend it..what a rush.

"Janet" Harrington

I am a genetic female and am in love with a crossdresser. I have learned to accept his alter ego and enjoy spending time with her. My husband does not pass in any way, but I enjoy the fact that he relaxes when he is dressed like he would if he could go out on the town. At first I was scared of the unknown...the typical questions...is he gay?...does he want to be a girl full-time...is he going to have SRS. Now that I am sure of the answers to the many questions, I can relax and enjoy the experience. I have even kissed her.

Linda

Hello ladies This is my first posting here. I love all things feminine and female. Being dressed always is my goal. being as much of a woman as I can be. As a child I always played with my sister's toys and as soon as I could I started dressing in her and my mother's things. I baby sat to make money and loved wearing their clothes too. Wishing I was a girl. I was caught by my cousin in a baby doll set of her's and instead of scolding me she alowed me to indulge my life whenever I was at her home. She taught me how to be a younge lady, to do my hair,make up, sit, walk in heels even to pee like a girl when she caught me standing at the toilet with a dress on. When I was 13 I stumbled in on her while she was changing her feminine napkin and after explaining to me about periods I really wanted my own. With no hesitation she had me in a belt and napkin. When I told her how like a real girl I felt with the napkin on she then explained about all the bad things a woman had to put up with on her period. I said I didn't care and would be happy to if I could. With that she said we were going out to the drug store and that I should get a pair of slacks and come to the bathroom. When I got there she told me to change my napkin as it was best for a girl to have a fresh one on before going out. I was a little worried about someone seeing my pad in my slacks but she said all women had to worry about that. Then she removed her napkin and told me to put it on.It was very heavily soaked and I hesitated but she said she just wanted me to know what it felt like and that it was Ok. I loved the warm wet feeling and it made me feel so womanly. We finished dressing and went off. At the drug store she had me go to the feminine hygiene asile and pick up what was on the list she gave me. 2 boxes of Kotex (blue box) and 2 Modess Empress belts. At the counter the lady asked my cousin if this was my first period. She said it was and the lady replied that she thought so and pointed to my slacks. The saturated napkin had leaked down the inside of my leg and was very noticable. When we got to the house I was upset and she told me that if I was going to have my period I would have to put up with certain things. I did not complain any more. I started my period on weekends and special days back then and now have it every month no matter what. She will call me no matter where I am and tell me I have started so I must be prepared. She has me on a 5 to 6 day period. I now have a method for simulating period flow and now use both napkins and tampons. The sticky type usually or belt and napkin preferably, if I can find them and Tampax Pearls tampons. My simulation method alows me to determine what my flow is like. I flow very heavy on days 1,2 and 3 napkin and tampon, and then a napkin only for the rest. I am a napkin girl even though I like the idea of tampons. mMy cousin will call on the fith day and tell me if I am finished or not. After my period is finished I have a nice douche and can't wait for my next period. By the way as any good girl should I wear panty liners the rest of the month. Love victoria kotex

victoria

i came out to a girlfriend one time and she blessed me by helping out with my transformation whenever we had a chance. she would help me with the clothes the make up and mannerisms, it was wonderful. has anyone else experienced similar joys?

felicia

Hi to all my darling sisters, this posting is to warn you to be careful of taking the hormones.I love my new tities to say the least, however I've had my fair share of depression and emotions. Is the pain worth it, my warning is be well prepared for for the road you will travel, have others you can talk to for support, I've had no one and I can promise you its hard, and talking about hard it looses its hardness to which is something else. I would suggest joining a support group,with sisters who are going thru' the motions.I'll tell you this much,one thing I have learnt thru this that when we hear of our biological sisters having a headache when the hormones are playing havoc I know the feeling. Walk your road with caution, feel free to write to me if I can assist you in anyway. Love Joanx.

Joan Black

Hello Candi and all of you wonderful girls. I had trouble with my computer and lost your address Candi. I know that the other girls would love to hear about our lovemaking Candi. I know that Dwight would also. I am not sure what you want me to reveal so I will let you tell about our sexcapades. I will say that Candi and I love having sex with each other as often as we can.

Robin

Ladies Don't forget to post your email so that we can be in touch with one another. I have met such great friends through this site. Thanks Ladyone!!

Candi

My wife caught me jacking off with my Masturbator V-String last night. She thought it was wonderful...so, she came in and we had wonderful sex. I am extremely happy with my new pussy.

Bobbi

Karen you Have to get Breastforms. That and a nice wig make me feel so sexy. I love feeling My boobs, just lifting them as a woman loves and watching and feeling them bounce as I walk up stairs or Bounce up and down on my toys. Bouncing is fun. So I have a confession to make. My girlfriends daughter is 19 turning 20, beautiful and a virgin. She is in college now but living home. I never thought of her in a sexual way, but one day she left her room door open was sitting on her bed with back to the wall and knees up to chest, I got the perfect view of her clean white panties/beaver and could not help but stare. She did not move and knew I was looking. I know she did it on purpose to get my attention. Her mother yelled at her to close the door and it ended but it made me think about her differently since then. Now I love to go into her room and find used panties and sniff them..And It makes me so so hard or wet depending on what I am doing. They smell so nice, like virgin pussy , and always the same sweet smell and little stain just between where her lips would rest. Recently I wore them while dressed as Julie and drove around in my vehicle. I swear when I fuck my big dildo and sniff them I completely melt all over that cock..Whew I am hot just thinking about it..Panties make me hot

Julie

hello karen, What makes you think your wife doesn't know ? It sounds like a lot of us special girls, we're guys, when we have too be, but much rather enjoy the feeling of a woman, inside ourselfs. I'm sure she's noticed, some of her stechey items aren't as tight as they were before you tried them on.. Your at a very important point inyour life, She still need's that man she married, but also wonders why that man like girls clothes..She may question, is she still the woman you married..and of course there are questions about childern, relatives, etc.. Let her know your there for her, let her know how even now you need her love and support, when the woman comes out in you, ask for her leadership, ask her to be a "big Sister" and get her incoled in you nightly transistions. useing your male side to be the romantic Husband, when the time is right, but then let her be the one that open's your Karen side. Your are her's for the night, from doing household chores, cooking, and the dishes to washing, and cleaning the house. Don't be affraid to let her take you on the greatest time of your life, exporleing the woman within the man. Start to explore, and travel, ask her how you can be a better lover, a more sensual, touch, a more longer lasting high..caressing foundaling, massaging, sexual incounter, do not worry yourself and a quick getting off.. make the evening last. Allow here to help you enjoy penis toys, orally, and anally, without touching your maleness.learn how to focus your body sesnes to enjoying being a woman. The products sold hear on this site, can help, you'll find them to be excellect quality, and a major part of transistions. There is No shame in self expression, of your womanhood, anymore than your born body gender, both can live in peace within. Your so very lucky to a GG that understands, and slowly hopefully will allow Karen into your relationships.

Barbara

I am sitting her and for the first time in my life I am sharing my feminine feelings with the world. I am a crossdresser and have been in the closet all my life. My wife found my female clothes once and I purged but over the last 20 years I have slowly built a wardrobe again. Once while see was doing her nails on the sofa I was stretched out with my feet toward her. Oh How I wanted her to do my toes! Suddenly she did! ANd she complimented me on how pretty my feet were. (They are. I have slender feet B width in mens. Size 11 womens, but 12s if I can find them.)Then she said girl needs two coats of polish to be proper. I was in heaven and hard! Needeless to say that night we had great sex. Even today she will talk about painting my nails and putting me in hose and high heels, while we are have sex. Sometimes she will let me put on her panty hose during sex. What she doesn't know is that if I am home alone, I am trying on her clothes all the time, if ever so briefly. I love shopping and would like to do it in femme, but I don't see that ever happening. I have gotten pretty good with makeup but doubt that I could ever pass. I am 6'2 in stockings. I have learned to walk in high heels tho. My measurements are 44C 34 43. With the appropriate padding. I would love to buy breast forms but can't chance the delivery being intercepted since my wife and I work together. I love dresses and high heels, hose and lingerie. I have about 7 pair of heels and 4 wigs although only 2 are good. I have more women's shoes than mens! I have 7 different dresses and a couple of tops and skirts. I prefer the classy lady look and power lady business dress look. But underneath, I love my corset and garters and hose. This week my wife is away and my kids are out on their own so I have had the house to myself. I Have dressed every night, and wear panties and panty hose under my drab maale clothes everyday this week. And Lingerie to bed. I am in heaven. I even wear my heels in the car to work and then slip on my socks and shoes to go in. I love wearing my (wife's) Red Door. For the occasion of this week I bought a new skirt and top and new navy 4" heels with an open toe to show my pretty toe nails that are bright pink. The skirt is ther newest style with a navy back ground and print design with the flaired hem line and quite sheer. I also loaded up on panty hose. I also found the cutest sweater for only $6 at Penneys, it is mint green with a faux pinstrip shirt with mint strips sown into the collar and cuff. Best of all it fits, even the sleve length. I have fantasies about just wearing it to the movies under my jacket. I am sitting now dressed to the nines baring my soul. My wig is stawberry blond shoulder length. I fantisize about being out as a woman and dancing with a strong, tall, handsome guy. Feeling his manness next to me and taking him home and satisfying him as a woman. A girl can dream.

Karen

Goodness, where to start. I was dressed for the opera and, of course, my v-string beneath it all. Robert was taking me that evening, and it had been such a long time since I had been with him. He is a wonderful kisser. I was going to enjoy the evening at the opera with him and then go home with him to spend a wonderful night in his bed. My pocket v-string was prepared for his penis, with KY jelly already there preparing the way for him. I sat in my chair all evening listening to the fabulous music, feeling the moisture leaking into my panties, knowing the romantic night in store for us.

Marcia R

Hi girls, just wanted to tell you about what happened to me a couple of weeks ago, I'd just finished doing the apartment chores and it was time for me to get ready for Bill so I got into the shower and started the girls daily beauty ritual, shaving my legs, shampooing etc, when one of a sudden I heard to shower door open and there was my man (Bill) no clothes on all naked and ready to start the action, he got into the shower with me and without saying a word started kissing me, in a couple of minutes I was already on my knees with his beautiful cock in my mouth, I gave him head for like five minutes and soon I had the urge of having him inside of me, I asked him to sit and slowly got every inch of his manhood in my pussy I was really in heaven going up and down his shaft when he exploded inside of me and filled me wh his cum. This was just the begining of a wonderfull evening.

Aline

robin that is so wonderful; my wife and i ofter fantasize about such things, though we will probably never fulfill them. at least not with others.

felicia

I just wanted to share with all of you girls my wonderful experience with Dwight. I have been a transvestite ever since I can remember. I had discovered Castle several years ago. I wrote my confession and a man named Dwight responded. We E-mailed many times. He was very sexy and I just loved his letters. We instant messaged many times and agreed to phone. We phoned and we both had mutual orgasms. I just loved talking to him. After several weeks phoning and instant chatting we agreed to meet. We are only an hour apart. Dwight and I met at a motel that we both knew would be secure. It was wonderful as I drove into the motel parking lot. I was dressed as a woman. Full make-up and a wig. A pleated light blue skirt and a satin blue blouce. Nylons of course and heels. I had seen pictures of Dwight but I had not expected to see such a wonderful looking man that approached my car that evening. " Are you Robin " he asked. Yes I am ; I replied. "everything is arranged" We can enter our motel now he said. He took me by my hand and we entered the motel room. I must have looked soooooo awkward. I had never been with a man alone before let alone that I was dressed as a woman. "don't be afraid Robin" Dwight said. Everything will be fine. He took my face into his hands and he kissed me. I felt so very feminine. I felt so very vulnerable but I also felt secure and I wanted to please Dwight. I had never been kissed by another man and being kissed by Dwight was soooooooooo marvelous that I returned the kiss very passionately.All the E-Mails ; chatting ; and phone calls added to our desires. I immediatly went to my knees. I unzipped Dwight's trousers and took out his hard throbbing cock from his briefs. I kissed the head of his cock and proceded to lick all around his cock. I licked his balls and moaned as I did so. I licked all around his pubic hair as he moaned. I licked up and down his beautiful cock. I finally took his enormous cock into my mouth and I he let him fuck my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks as his cock fucked my mouth. I sensed when he was about to cum. Dwight stiffened and then he unloaded his sperm into my waiting mouth. Spasm after spasm Dwight came into my mouth. How very wonderful that night was. I was able to swallow all of Dwight's cum. I am soooooooo glad because I do love him so.

robin

i love it when she uses a strap-on and threatens to bring us a real man. she often requires me to prepare myself hours in advance; several delightful hours.

felicia

my wife is one of those wonderful women that i read about sometimes. i told her of my dressing desires before we were married (i could not imagine living my life with her without telling her). while she does not always fully embrace my other me; she has her moments. this is one of them, that is why i am in my favorite lingerie while i type this. she will be home soon and i must be ready for her.

felicia

Oh, goodness, where to start. I was dressed for the party, complete with long evening gown and, of course, my v-string on underneath. William picked me up at seven and drove us in his beautiful Mercedes. I loved it, with him in his tuxedo and me in my blue strapless evening gown. I could feel my own excitement building inside my v-string beneath the pretty pale blue lacy panties. I lay my hand on William's lap and could feel his excitement, too, and I wanted to taste that hardness before the evening was over. I wanted him to slip that wonderful manhood inside my v-string, too.

Marcia R

Just testing to make sure the site is working...hope you are all having a great 2008! Huggggggs...

Ladyone

I am finally going to get to try out my new v string this week. Wife is going out of town and Robert is cumming over. I'll write more later and tell you how it went. I can't wait.

shannon

First let me wish everyone a Happy & Prosperous New Year. I hope the new year will bring everyoneall that they deserve. As for me, I just found out my diabetes, which was controlled by diet, now requires I take a pill every morning. So now I must give up any plans to develope my breasts with hormones. Estrogin can have an negative interaction with my diabetes medications. At least I can still wear my panties and bras.

tvlove

Dwight and I had such a wonderful time over the weekend. I dressed the entire weekend as a woman. I have never been with a man for an entire weekend and I was appehensive but Dwight was just wonderful to be with. We stayed at his cabin most of the time and I was in heaven as I dressed in all kinds of female clothes. I had never kissed another man until Dwight kissed me that first night. I was 65 years old and Dwight was 63 years old. I was dressed as a woman my age would be dressed. I had always loved pleated skirts. I was wearing one that night with a white silk blouce . An auburn wig and nice make-up. Seamed nylons and red high heels. I knew that this would be the night that I would lose my virginity. I wore nice white panties and a nice lacy white bra. My full slip was of white satin. I felt very feminine as Dwight kissed me and put his hand on my knee. I returned his kiss and his hand went higher up my thigh. He felt my garters and felt my thighs. And I sighed" is this how a girl feels?" How wonderful. I thought. I love being a girl. Dwight put my hand on his crotch and I could feel how much he was aroused. I unzipped his trousers and took his hard cock from his briefs. Dwight has such a big cock. I bent down and kissed it and then took his entire cock into my mouth. It was soooooooooo wonderful. I had never had a cock in my mouth before and this was just awesome. It felt as though I had done this before. I just loved having his cock in my mouth. I just knew what to do. I went up and down his shaft and took his cock from my mouth and kissed his balls. Everything seemed so very natural to me. I took his cock back into my mouth and lovingly kissed it. I could sense that he was about to cum. OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh how wonderful it is to have another man cum in your mouth. I just love it and I love beng a transvestite. Robin

Robin

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Hope everyone gets all of their wishes come true. Thanks for your ongoing support. Huggggggs - Ladyone

Ladyone

Happy holidays to all you t-girls,love your stories. Love this time of year, I can shop for myself and everyone thinks I am shopping for my wife. Just came back from the mall and it was such a turn on to by my own things and try them on. I am sitting here with a pair of sexy black nylons with garters attached and matching nylon bra, satin leopard top and bottom pajama set with black mules. It is such a turn on, how I wish I had more privacy. I have been wearing a lot of my pantyhose and panties under my regular clothes for years. I want so bad to come out and do some everyday things, like shop and go for a walk. But my dream is to dress en femme and meet a man who would be interested in me, that is the present I could ever have!

Kris Hubbard

Hello Girls ; I just love reading your letters. I have loved wearing girl's clothes as long as I can remember. I remember wearing my older sister's clothes. I looked foreward to the times when my mother and sister would leave me alone in the house. I would wait until they were down the street and I would go directly into my sister's bedroom. She had a hamper in her room that I would first explore. There might be a nice pair of panties that I would love to put on. Or a bra or maybe a slip. Sometimes a girdle and nylons. I loved getting her clothes from the hamper because they smelled nice and I did not have to worry about putting them back as they were. I just loooooooooooved slipping on her panties. I learned to put on her bra and stuffed it with her boby socks. I loved her beige panty girdle with those nice garters. OOOOOOOOooohhhhhhhhhh it was so fantastic as I slipped on her seamed nylons and fastened them to my garters. I loved when she left her beige full slip. I just loved pulling that wonderful slip over my head and smoothing it over my body. Sometimes I would put on one of her dresses or I would wear a skirt and a blouce or sweater. I would put on a pair of her high heels and walk through the house. I really wanted to be a girl. I felt so very comfortable dressed as a girl. I do have to go now. There is a man I need to please

Robin

Hi Girls!---I am a married 53 year old bi lifelong crossdresser.My wife knows that I dress but doesn't approve or participate.This summer I answered an ad on a local internet "list" for a black male seeking a tv/cd.After a couple of e-mails;we exchanged phone numbers and I got directions and went to meet Marcus who was only a few towns away.Upon my arrival I was met by a gorgeous hunk who immediately smiled at me,pulled me close and kissed me passionately.I could feel his cock already getting hard as he embraced me and asked him where I could change since I arrived in my male clothes.Marcus showed me to a bedroom and excused himself while I got dressed.I was already wearing a pair of black thong panties and I put on a black lace bra,my 42-C breastforms,some black thigh high stockings,a blue,sparkly clingy jersey dress,a brunette shoulder length wig,black heels and bright red lipstick.I told Marcus I was ready for him as I laid across his bed awaiting him to come into the bedroom.When he did he came in with nothing on but a hard on! What a beautiful cock! Marcus had a porno going on the tv in the bedroom and asked me if I saw what the girl was doing on the porno.I said yes and he said to get on my knees than and do what the girl was doing on tv to him.I immediately complied and slowly licked the underside of his shaft and up and over the head flicking the slit of his big dick with the tip of my tongue.Marcus held the back of my head and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth calling me a slut,a bitch and a whore and telling me I was going to be his cum slut for now on and asked me if I liked that idea.I told him that I loved that idea that I was put on this earth to please dominant men and women like him.He said that's right bitch and picked up the tempo while fucking my face.I was loving this and kept at it until Marcus tensed up;said here it comes slut and blew load after pulsing warm,thick salty cum down my throat.After he came we laid there briefly for a short time before Marcus said he was going to fuck my pussy.He told me to get him hard and I suckled his balls and cock until he was hard again.Marcus told me to get on all fours and lubed my pussy and his dick,pushed the thin material of my thong aside and then entered me slowly at first and then picked up the pace,finally pounding away at my pussy.God,I hadn't been fucked like that in a long time and I loved every inch and minute of it.It is great being fucked like a girl! Needless to say Marcus and I get together when we can but if any sisters or admirers out there ever come to the central Massachusetts area;e-mail me and maybe we can have some fun also! Hugs and kisses----Jeninmass

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Just a note...the Confessions page wasn't working for a little while. Its back working now. So, feel free to add your comments. And Happy Holidays from Castle Supply.

Ladyone

I am a closet cd and I love the confessions. I am so far into the closet that no one knows. Not even my wife of 30 years has any idea. I like it that way and I am not about to change. Its a challenge to me.

Suzie

this is all new to me, my girlfried introduced me to crossdressing, and i love it.she broke me in easy, and now i have purchased a v string vagina, and laytex breasts. i am very passable ,as a atter of fact i,m very beautiful dressed, i am not gay , i love woman, but i do have a fantasy of sucking a beautiful shemales cock . but for now my girlfriend wears a strapon and makes me suck on it then she fucks me with it.she also love my vagina, she loves to eat me out. well thanks for letting me express my self , have lots of fun ladies

antonette

Hi there sisters, as usual I've been stuck on the confessions page and reading about some your journeys in to the wonderful world of being femme.I cannot explain enough in words on how much I love being Joan, every opportunity I get, I'm dressed, already developing the breasts and really hoping to win a v-string to complete my passion of being a woman.I reflect back on my own journey and if anything that I have realised that is don't supress the woman within you let her out to play, I went through the motions of thinking I was strange, gay, or even at times considered srs, but just could'nt do it due to my family and those that I love. I am the only boy in the family with three sisters, so when the cats were out this little mouse came out to play. I have however realised that by developing my breasts naturally they may never be huge, but big enough to wear a sexy bra, when I can and fill the part, and when I have to be a man, with shaved legs and torso I can do it and simply wear a t-shirt to cover my beautiful titties, otherwise I may have a few uneasy questions to answer, the same will apply to wearing my v-string (now how is that for being positive).Some things one never forgets, I was an early teenager visiting family friends, I was in the bathroom, have always sat when I am alone to do do my business when I needed more loo paper, I looked in the cupboard only to be confronted by boxes of tampons, my eager hand reached in to the open box pulled out the instructions and naturally a tampon, before you could count to ten I was on my back legs in the air and slipping this wonderfully shaped object in to my tight little "pussie" you know from that day on I was hooked, twenty odd years later I am still doing it, always wishing it was a true pussie.I have remained in the closet with my family but with a select few have come out in the open and live my life as Joan. I live by: Do what you heart desires, be caring at all times and don't purposefully hurt anybody especially those that you love. Love your sister Joanx.

Joan Black

I haven't posted here in a long time. I have been trying to find myself. My wife for her physical conditions cannot offer me Vaginal nor anal sex. Since her sexual drive is almost none nowshe doesn't evenoffer me head either. I love her so divorce is definetly out of the question. She not complained my passion for wearing panties 24/7. She has allowed me to wear nighties to bed. I can accumulate some bras, pantyhose and nylons so long as I don't let her see me in them. All this with out complaint. She even encourages me to find masturbation stimulation on the internet. I find myself searching the internet for TV/TS stories, pictures, videos, and contact sites. I am not passable and I don't really desire to pass occassionally or part time. I just love the feel of lingerie on my body. I love the feeling of receiving head when I'm in lingerie. I fantasize of receiving and giving head to a TV/TS, even anal sex giving and receiving. Lesbian sex fantasies of myself and a transexual stimulates me sexually. I am not sure about making my fantasies reality. My wife is around me if I'm not working. Free time to make my fantasies is rare or very limited. What to do is my question. Thank You for giving us this site to share with others who share the passion for lingerie and our feminine side.

Melissa

I have been a transvestite ever since I can remember. Everytime I put on a pair of panties I get that same wonderful feeling. Just dressing as a woman has not ben enough for me for a long time. I have wanted to act as a woman with a man for a very long time. Thanks to this wonderful column, I have .A very wonderful man seen one of my postings and wrote to me. We wrote to each other for weeks and decided to met one night. We met at a motel that was far enough away from either of our towns. I was so very excited and apprehensive when we did finaly meet. We did exchange photos but he was even more handsome in person. I was dressed as a woman. I stayed in the car and he signed me in as his wife. I probably would not have passed as a woman but it was late at night and the clerk was not even interested. He knew that men came there very ofen just to have sex with a woman. This was not the very first time I was with a man but It was the first time I was dressed as a woman. I felt soooo very wonderful as he kissed me. I had never been kissed by a man. I loved it and returned his kiss. As we embraced, He fondled my body. I could feel his hard manhood against my body. He unbuckeled his slacks and I went to my knees.

Robin

my name is Tori. I've been a cd for 38 years now. All you beautiful girls are an inspiration to me. Unfortunately for me, my life experiences have not been so good. I have been put down, beaten-up and hospitalized, and ridiculed just for wanting to be the real me. (a woman) I hurt so bad because i can't live my life the way I want to. You all do inspire me but I am just too scared to set foot out of my house for fear of being beaten again. I don't want anyones sympathy, I just wanted to tell you all that you all my hero's and life the good life for me.....thanks Tori

tori

First off I want to thank Lady one and Castle Supply for this wonderful site. There are so many of us that love to read the stories here. We wouldn't know what to do without it. Thank You again. Like The rest of you gurls I love everything that is feminine. I charish the times when I can get dressed and just relax and spend time as a woman. Everything about it just feels so natural. My bra fits so good and the forms finish giving me the feeling of the wieght that my breast should have. Of course we all know about the wonderful feeling of the panties and pnaty hose under a slip and dress. All this with my make up and wig. Now this is the way I am supposed to look and feel. Can't explane it, It just feels right. This is the way my body wants to feel and look. I don't need to walk down the side walk and hope to be spotted. That would be nice, but I am content to just fix supper and watch TV. Just to live as a woman. It all feels so right and so natural. There must be a reason? Donna

Donna

I'm fifty years old and finally got caught dressing. My desires to dress were getting so strong it was only a matter of time. My wife was at first shocked. But after explaining how this was something that had been in me since I was a child, stealing my mothers pantyhose and other things, she was very understanding. Now she buys me lingerie, takes me shopping, ( we both will fit the same dress size, to bad it's not the same for the shoes) and has taught me how to do makeup properly. She says I am her best girlfriend. We have special dressup nights were we get rid of the kids and have a ball. I am somewhat passable and would love to go out on the town, but even I am a bit leary of that, unless my wife encourges me than i would. But it sure feels good to have this out in the open with my wife. I wish I had told her many years ago, but always thought it was something she would never accept. I hope to do the snapshot contest soon. Have fun girls. Donna

donna

Just thought I'd let you all know I told my mother. Her response "Is that it ? I could care less, so long as your not hurting anyone and your happy I'm happy for you and hope you never hide who you are." Thanks for encouragement everyone. I was surprised at my mothers response, but then I wasn't. Make sense ? I never thought she would shun me. Just had the fear of tarnishing her image of me. This is a major weight off my shoulders. Thanks again Confused

Confused

I want to confess that I would love to suck a cock and get drilled by a girl with a strap on at the same time, as I ma dressed as Julie. Debbie you are are a lucky girl. You wife sounds great!!

Julie

Hello Girls All I can say is its been wonderful my wife really enjoys me when I get dressed she has even been going out and buying me sexy outfits to wear and sometimes I go with her and look to.She really likes it because we are both the same size so I can even wear her clothes.I have been getting dressed as much as possable and she enjoys us just sitting around and watching tv the she gets horny looking at me and takes me to the bedroom. She even bought a strapon and couldnt wait to try it out she was so excited she didnt go slow and after the initial pain it was wonderful and I know she just loved doing it, Well thats all for now I will keep in touch email me if you would like Love Debbie

Debbie

I cannot stop dressing either. I have tried but I like it way too much. I love getting all dolled up like a slutty Whore...My ass is so cute when I photograph it all dressed up it makes me rock hard. Yesterday I got dressed and played with some toys...My favorite pasttime..Love to all Julie

Julie

I love gurl time, dressing up with other gurls trying on new clothes and shoes and helping each other with makeup. Then of course there are the pajama parties where mmmmmmmmmmm things get steamy.

Kyra Harris

I have always loved to dress as a female and act as a female. I have been very fortunate to meet a man that accepts me as a woman. He knows that I am married and we are very discreet. He loves the fact that I am effeminate and I can be a female with him any time. I just love kissing his muscular chest. His hands are large and strong and I love how he feels my thighs. I just adore feeling his hard cock. He is married also but his wife will not suck his cock. He wants to fuck me also. I want that also. Robin

robin

How many times have I told myself I won't dress any more but here I am on a Sat night soaking in a tub so i can shave my legs and bikini put on hose and girls jeans and walk around the city. I just can't stop, I love it so much.

joey

Coming up on my favorite time of year, halloween. I used to dress as a woman just about every year. My mom was so good about it. The best was my mom's short mini leather skirt she let me wear. I had on garters, nylons and turned on every 12 year old boy. I had to eventually give way to the KISS costume, with all the makeup and wig, I was in heaven.

Patricia Neal

Patty, I would love to attend a social with you and show a good time!!!!!!!!!!

Debra Mosher

I am a closet cd and yearning for a time when I can attend a social for a weekend and just be who I always wanted to be! It is very frustrating to be in this position. I love wearing womens clothes, wearing womens underwear daily, is the only consistent act I can do. This summer was the first time I lived alone and because of my schedule dressed at bedtime only. It was exciting, I didnt want to fall asleep because when I awaken, it is back to my sheltered life. Love all you cd girls, your beautiful and sexy, look so forward to the day we meet.

Patty Caple

My wife found my stash of girl things,clothes and makeup and thinks Im crazy. She made me dress up for her and she redid my makeup for me,said I needed a better wig. Now she wants to know more. I told her I considered myself a Crossdresser and told her to look at this,Castle site. She is curious and finds all of this very interesting. She may have a new Girlfriend. I sure hope so. Kathy

Kathy

Darling Confused, I relate to your confusion as I've certainly been there. Since I was 13 I began dressing as a girl now as a woman, I'm a passive bi-sexual, I never seen myself as being gay but when I'm in my femm role I love being treated in everyway as such. During my teenage years I use to dream and also picture myself waking up in the morning and having these wonderful breasts and the cutest "pussy" but that dream never came true.I've remained in the closet all these years which at times is extreemely hard and sexually frustrating. I first went on to HRT when I was in my early thirties, I had to stop as I got majorly depressed, got my my breast size up though to 32B which is great and shrunk cock which I don't mind. I have started HRT again which is going much better, and my wife is now on top of things. I still fulfil the role of husband, man of the house, do a great deal of manly things, I get to wear panties and stockings at times during my business day, and have now bought long night shirts that feel as if I'm wearing a nightie to bed, I have many orgasims whem my breasts are sucked and stimulated which is great to say the least.My suggestion to you is that you try as often as you can being a woman, sit when you need to pee, get used to wiping after you've been to the loo, live the illusion, try the make-up bit, shave your body hair, get your wife to peg you every spare opportunity you have be femme, treat yourself to a v-string, try a course of HRT and see how you feel, if you like what you're going thru' go away together somewhere were nobody knows you and live as woman for the weekend. My cock is now totally limp, I however still cum, I get turned on now in different ways, I'm not gay but am a crossdresser who is managing her life in a way not to hurt or disappoint anyone, remember we are in the Aquarius age, get in touch with your femme side its something to be proud about. Drop me a line to my e-mail address if I can help in any way.Love your sister Joanx.

Joan Black

I was curious, What is it when you want to become a woman in every way growing breasts and everything. Just you still have desire to have you penis removed ? I'm married and my wife knows and supports me. But uhhh when talking we are confused about alot and figured best find a place :)... So could anyone help me out on what this would be called.. I have no desire also to be with any man.. So I can't say mom I'm gay or a crossdreser.. And form of understanding would be appreciated.. Kudos to all of you that have guts to come out.. I'm working on it...

Confused

Hello girls. I just looooooooove reading about your wonderful experiences with men.Unfortunately I have not been with a man as often as I would have loved to be. I am a mature transvestite. I still use the word "transvestite " . I do love that word. I grew up in the 1950's and this was the word that was used to describe a man that would dress as a woman. I use to try to get any literature about female impersonators. Christine Jorgensen was one of the few I could identify with. Now that I am older I still love to relate to other transvestites ( crossdressers ). I cannot ever find a web site that has older transvestites. Can any of you girls help me out? I love looking at pictures of crossdressers but I would love to see some my age . I am 65 years old and love dresing as a woman. Whenever possible I meet with a man my age and we have wonderful sex. I have worn girl's clothing for as long as I can remember. I gave a blow job to an older man when I was 25 years old. It was not until I was 65 that I gave another man a blow job. It was so very exciting seeing another man's hard cock. I just loved touching his hard cock and running my finger over the tip. Feeling his pre-cum and bending over to kiss it. Running my tongue down the length of his cock and kissing his balls. I love it more now than when I was 25 years old. I just wish that I could find a web site that includes older transvestites.

Robin

Thank you Lady One for such a wonderful product, and thank you for such a wonderful place to talk with other girls. Your the best. Just got home from a long road trip all in fem every day and every night. Almost two weeks on the road. It was heavenly. After the first day I learned just how to tie and adjust everything on my v-string so that it was sooooooo comfortable I couldn't even feel it. It was so great to stop at a rest area or truck stop and use the girls room. I could hear the other girls going and I sounded just like them when I went. It was so sexy to just raise up my skirt and slip and pull down my panties and sit and pee. I did wear a pad though. Just in case I would leak a little. I didn't want to have wet panties. I was wearing then all day and traveling so I wanted to keep dry. A couple of times I had spotted my pad a little but never more than a few drops. I also used the smith nephew med adhesive to attach my breast forms on this trip. It worked perfectly. I could attach them in the morning and leave then on for a couple of days before there was any sign of loosening edges. I showered with them on and slept with them. It is wonderful to have your breast stay with you know matter how much you moove around. They feel so nice under a silky smooth night gown as you moove around in the night. It makes you feel 100% feminine. All together I traveled over three thousand miles. All in fem. I loved it. Every time I stopped to get gas. I would just hop out in my skirt and top and start my fuel. Most the time if I looked around I could find a guy somewere checking me out. One day I purposly wore a very tight pair of shorts that I have. They show everything. If you know what I mean. I was wearing the tight shorts and washing my windshield at a truck stop in Texas. I stopped and looked back in the direction of the trucks. I bet there were five guys just staring at my ass and of course my camel toe. It looked so perfect I just had to show it of once. What a fun trip. I can't wait to do it again. Next time I hope I get the chance to try out my v-string completely! Miss, Tina

Miss Tina

I recall first dressing in my mothers clothes at about the age of 11 or 12. It began with her girdles and hose and shoes. It soon escalted into wearing her panties, pegnoirs and full makeup! I never got caught, or at least I didnt think I did. My dressing continued throughout my 20's and 30's during two marriages. Not one in my life did I regret what I was doing, it just seemed so natural.... I had never been with another man or a t-girl during all these years. A strange thing started happening to me during my mid forties, when my wife and I had sex I always felt like she had a cock and she was screwing my vagina, the thought really turned me on. We eventually got a divorce and like an ephinany I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life as a woman. I started HRT and almost immediately went full time, luckily I was a home consultant and it didnt interfere with my work. The first sex I had after I went full time was with another t girl. Having her in my mouth was the MOST sensual feeling I had ever had in my life, it was also the most natural. It took me awhile to go out with a man, and the first couple times didnt go that well, although looking at their cocks really turned me on and I liked sucking and swallowing, I was not into getting my pussy screwed, they wouldnt take no for an answer, and it soured me on the whole thing until I met a lovely t girl who took the time and trouble to teach me really how to love. Today, I almost always wear a butt plug and keep my pussy clean, I've come to love someone deep in my pussy and the wonderful feeling of them have a wet orgasm deep inside me.

RuthAnn

I can still vividly remember by sister's cries of uproar when she couldn't find her lovely yellow slip I'd worn under my jeans while fishing with my father. I can still remember the trees I hid behind while I lowered my jeans so I could look at the pretty yellow slip fall over my young thighs. Funny thing is, during a crisis she had many many years later, I told her of my addiction to lace and asked her if she remembered her loosing that slip. She had not. And my secret was revealed.........

Desiree

I remember one evening when my mother and sister were gone for some affair that would take several hours. I went into my sister's room and got all the lingerie that I would need to wear and I put them on the floor outside of the bathroom. I wanted to take a nice bubble bath, dryoff, and proceed to dress as a girl. I must have been 13 years old at the time. I just wanted to dress in girls clothes as a girl might do after taking a bath. I was in the tub and did not here them come in. I never knew why they came home early but by the time I realized that my sister and mother were in the house. My sister saw her clothes outside the bathroom and I was In the bathroom. My sister caleed me a queer and was very upset. My mother tried to calm her down. How could I explain something like that? I had worn her clothes so many times before and was careful about it. We transvestites surely know how to be secretive.I can't remember to this day how I got out of it. I think that they both just wanted to forget it. There were other close calls but none as drastic as that evening. There was a short time when I did not go into my sister's room and try on her female clothing but as we all know that would not last long. Having the availability of female clothing and the privacy to wear them is what a transvestite craves for. I began wearing my older sister's clothing again. I continued without incident until she got married and left our house. I began wearing my mother's clothes but they were not as sexy as my sister's were. I still love to dress as a woman whenever I get the opportunity. I also love the thought of being with a man. I do that occasionaly also thanks to this column. Bye now girls.

Robin

TIMES CAUGHT: Life began for me in the 1950’s. A time when women were ladies. A time for skirts and slips. Heels and hosiery. Pantyhose hadn’t been invented and you could still here that sexy swish swish of a ladies nylons as she walked. Heels were pointed, sex was in the air but so cleverly disguised as sofistication. At the tender age of 4, I stepped into my mother’s heels. I love the pointy toes and surprisingly never feel as I scooted along the hardwood floors in the spiked pumps. She kept them all hung inside a closet door. I played in there quite a bit as a young boy and always took notice of a beautiful flowered pink evening gown my sister had worn to a prom. I envied her. Time passed and baseball came and went. Between boyish times, I can remember swiping slips from the hamper and trying them on. The silk felt so good. More boyish years passed and adolescence was beyond me. Puberty was near and sex was a strong subject in our rural home. Never was I to engage in pre-marital sex. A sin of all sins according to my mother. Playboys stayed stashed under the bed. Fumed mother would scold me when she found them. Teenage years were difficult and some troubled time caused me to think, I might as well be a girl if I can’t be a boy. Sneaking times became bolder and I continued crossdressing, progressing in the transformation with each adventure. My first bold move was to ride the neighboorhood in my sisters nightgown. The eve my “clitty” rose to attention and emitted it’s sweet pearly love potion. More bike rides in super tight body sweaters with sheer bras filled with water balloon titties. Dressing soon became too tame. I needed people to see me dressed. Stopping by strangers homes while dressed and asking for directions became a game. Then came the adventures in a car. My first was to a Holiday Inn where I strolled into the ladies bathroom donned in one of my mother’s dresses. Surely non-passable as the hotel manager even came in and sat in the stall beside me and he was a man. I nervously left, without incident. However, it was the first time I was caught. My mother had come home and seen all the makeup out. I’d expected to beat them home but I failed. Scolded and threatened with exposure to my siblings, I let my desires subside for many years. Late teens brought more freedom and boldness and I ventured to other cities and strolled the streets decked to the nines. One Sunday afternoon I noticed a cop spying me in the cheapest part of town. I suppose I looked suspicious as I was dressed nicely and evidently very passable. For after the event took place, he said he was just going to ask me if everything was alright, he’d thought I was a lady. But no, I bolted and ran in flight. Five inch heels and doing the high step they radioed for other cops and I was captured in no time. They threw me against the patrol car bursting my water balloon titties and hauled my sissy butt to jail. Charge, failure to stop for a policeman. I’d been fine had I just answered his question and not run. Spent three days in jail and could have sucked a dirty black cock but fear overran my sexual desires. I was scared. Finally got in touch with my parents and I traded my clean jail pants with an inmate who’d come all over his in hopes I would not have to don my feminine attire and ride home with my parents. It luckily worked. Shame was all over my face and I’ll always regret the shame I forced upon my folks. Yet the desire continued and there have been at least 3 other cop encounters in my life but fortunately none led to jail. I’m wondering if my fellow trannies have also had any experiences such as mine. Do we all get caught?

Desiree

Oh Jill, Your letter brought back so many wonderful memories. I remember my young ten age years. Just really starting to figure out how to look good when I was dressed. Just what all to wear with a nice tight zip up skirt and a silky low cut blouce to go with it. All things that my freind and I would look for through his mothers and older sisters things when they were not home. Thankfully they were away most the time. My freind wasn't into the dressing part as much as I was, but he sure was a good helper and a great finder of silky sexy things, hideing in drawers and in chest's that had been put in the basement for storage. As we discovered more of these wonderful treasures. I begain to learn more about how to wear them and what looked best with what. Of course panties and nylons were the first thing a girl learns how to wear. It wasn't long after that till I would find myself nearly every afternoon, laying on my back with mt favorite tight skirt and slip pulled up to my waist as I enjoyed my freind laying on top of my while feeling my C cup bra stuffed with water balloons under my cami and silk blouse as he fucked me as hard as he could. He would lube my inner theighs and the bottom of my scrotum and then hop on me and fuck me for what seemed like forever. I remember that I would let him cum between my legs if he would get up and get me a nice new fresh Kotex pad when he was finished. Of course he always wanted to cum. We all know I would have let him even if he didn't get me a pad, but he didn't know that. I dodn't know if we were just young and stupid or what but it took us all summer to figure out that with some lube he could fuck he in another place. I also discovered how soft and sexy I could feel with one of his mothers long silky night gowns on, and how much more I could move around for both of us to enjoy. Oh my. My life was never the same. He would still get me a nice clean pad after he finished. After a while I remember his mother asked him one day if he had any idea what was happening to all the pads in the house. Even with two sisters and his mother using them it seemed like they were sure going through alot of them. I think she chewed out the girls for using to many. Never heard any more about it. Altough I would let him pay me off with a tampon from time to time, just to slow down the disapearing supply of pads. I still remember the first time he came in me. My god what a wonderful feeling that was. I felt so sexy and so feminine I wanted the feeling to last for ever. Today it's still the same for me. I feel so complete when a man is in me and using me for his pleasure. When he finally puts his wonderful load into me I am a woman. In every way. Sweet, soft, lovly with a sweet sent and a load from my man in me. How could it be any better. Love to all my sister out there. Donna

Donna

About ten years ago when I was in high school, I would dress about everyday. Our basement was a playroom and we always had friends over. A lot of times I would dress to the hilt, most of it was my older sisters things, and would be quite sexy. I loved it, what a turn - on, to be dressed as a woman. One day after school I had on a mini leather skirt with a side zipper, off black stockings with garters and black pumps. My top was white satin blouse and a black bra, you could see through it. My hair, makeup, jewelry, everything was great. I can remember looking at myself in the mirror, practicing sitting, crossing my legs, and lifting the zipper up a little. A friend came over and saw me and he was surprised how well I looked. You could see it in his face. I will never forget that look, he was turned on and I was excited about that. We went downstairs and were just listening to music, probably waiting for someone to make the first move. I sat down and on the side of my open skirt you could see my garter holding up my stocking. I caught him looking at it. I told him, I want to make you feel good, he didnt say a thing, as I reached for his zipper. It was hard and it felt so good in my hand, I wasn't nervous, I was more excited, I started to stroke him and he came with the first shots landing on my skirt and the rest was in my hand. My hand was full of cum and he was just gassed afterwards. It was awesome, but we have never talked about that day. I know I pleasured him and that excites me. I am a crossdresser and dress every opportunity that comes my way. I fantasized about doing that to someone again especially when I am dressed.

Jill Kenney

I just love reading about the experiences of all of these sexy trannies. I have been a transvestite ever since I can remember. As early as I can remember I wore my older sister's panties. As I grew older ;I would dress more often in her clothes . I am not sure at what age I desired being with a man but I do want to be with a man sexually. I have given a man a blow job and I just loved it. That same man fucked me and it was just sooooooooo wonderful. That was when I was younger and I have yearned for a man ever since. I wonder if a biological woman wants a man any more than I do. I really don't see how she could.

Robin

Those “Special” Dresses By Desiree, “The Hot To Trot Transvestite” Reminiscing on my younger years, I keep falling back to my memories of one special dress and the romantic evening that causes fond but regretful memories. For me, the culmination of spending hours searching for that perfect dress, the sexiest and sheerest hosiery, the most flattering wig, the sultriest of makeup is always heightened when it attracts what I have yearned for ever since my first and that is a man with needs. From my first which was tempted into my desires with a beautiful blue cowl necked silk dress framed by a perfect imitation of Farah’s blonde hair so popular back in the 70’s to my second encounter with pleasuring men when I strolled right up to a trucker in a skin tight tan two piece number, dresses have always played a major role when those evenings became “lucky nights”. There is one special dress that while definitely in the top five of favorites, brings somewhat regretful thoughts as I recall the times of Desiree. I’d just recently moved out on my own and as most closeted transvestites coming from a secretive home life, I couldn’t wait to fill my closets with the feminine ways of seduction. A trip to the largest mall I’d ever strolled for delights, one most feminine store found my gaze. It was Merle Norman’s, a cosmetic store mostly, yet it was there selection of evening attire that held my interest. As I searched through the ever most delicate fashions, my heart began to beat furiously as I came to the most feminine dress I’d ever laid eyes on and it was in my size. In a lovely shade of lavender, it’s hem line was just above the knees and flowed with a see through material over a silken base. With gathered neck line, I could just see my blonde locks framing my silicone bosoms. Without so much as one second of hesitation, I carried my selection to the counter and the saleslady said with a knowingly smile, “All purchases of evening wear are finally.” I nodded acceptance and she placed my dress in a see through hanging bag. With that I couldn’t wait to get to my car. I wasn’t really worried about who might see me, as I was new to the city and had only met a few girls at work. Little did I know just how small big cities can be, but I’ll let that entice you to read further. Next on the things needed were definitely heels to match. I went to another mall and as if I were Cinderella with a fairy Godmother looking over me, I found a pair of lavender heels in my size with no less than 5 inches of spikes that beckoned sex filled eye gazes. Stocking up on Evan Picone hosiery and makeup to compliment the dress, I could not wait until I would peer at the most sexiest transformation planned to date. Arriving at my apartment, I bathed in a nice relaxing lavender scented bath and contemplated shaving my entire body. For the fact, it was late spring and summer coming, I shamefully resorted to two pairs of pantyhose to cover my blonde leg hairs. With fantasies abound in my mind over what could have been, I wish now I’d shaved every single hair. Nevertheless, makeup followed and my eyes spoke volumes of sultriness with surely a little slut on the edges. Cheeks painted ever so lightly in the most feminine pink and lips framed in a darker shade of deep purple, the highlights wet them with lushness eager to slide up and down on manhood. Sliding in my hosiery, cinching in my waist corset and letting the feminine dress fall over my new found silicone breasts captured in the sheerest of lavender bras, I felt womanly beyond belief. Not until I framed my face with my long luscious locks which were fashioned after this decades blonde bombshell, Lonnie Anderson, did I fell so complete. One last girly perk though and that was two inch dragon lady nails painted a pearl like purple. With jewelry donned, my glance in the mirror caused an immediate wet spot, if you know what I mean. Tucked tight though, my hardened clit presented no means of full relief. A few drinks later and my boldness came forthright and I strolled to my car for an evening at the showgirl’s palace, “Illusions” in the heart of Midtown. My lifelong practice of dome lighting truckers proved fruitful but uneventful. I had special plans for tonight. Upon entering the club, I took a stool at the bar and ordered a drink. Showtime was just around the corner and the club was filling with admirers of some of the cities top female impersonators. As the club darkened and the first show started, I was happily watching the show with my femininity itself on show with my legs encased in sheer black hosier crossed sexily and bouncing eagerly with the beat, when I was asked if I’d like a drink by this ever so handsome man. Of course I said yes and we soon found our own table and he sat right beside me while we enjoyed the show. He was such a gentleman and so normal and GQ in looks. While I’d had my share of men by this time of my life, most you’d put in the horny bookstore category. You know, those with little chance at a real woman. That and horny truckers were the only men I’d known until this evening when this mystery hunk came into my world. Between sets, we danced and he treated me like the perfect lady. Pulling out my chair, complements, free drinks, lighting my cigarettes, and fondly caressing my silk clad legs as they dangled over his own. It was a night every girl must dream of. So you must ask, “Then why the regrets?” Well, as the night progressed the shows were ending and he looks into my eyes and says he guessed he must be going home with a longingly look of desire, I might add. My heart beat furiously, so hard I’m sure my silicone tits were quivering in realism. Keep in mind, I’d never known a man for more than it took to produce his sweet nectar and this knight of my night was definitely looking at me with begging eyes. I had an apartment with no one else. Thoughts ran through my mind of opening the door, turning and sucking his tongue deep in my mouth as we made our way to the awaiting silk sheets. Slipping into the bathroom and donning my silk nightgown. Ah but alas, what of my hairy legs? What would he think? In an instant, I excused myself to the bathroom and disappeared for ever, never to see my gentleman that could have led to something more than a one night’s stand. Thoughts of being called up for a date, meeting him at the door, kissing, cooking for him. Waking him up with the pleasure of my lips, all those girlish dreams floated right out with me as I fled the truth of my desires. I miss that dress and the young girl that fled into the night so frightened by the possibilities.

Desiree

I am a long time cd and was living on my own, first time, for a summer job(I am married). I couldnt wait to get to my place and shower(& shave), then put lotion all over and then dress. I had brought my things with me, but it was very limited. My nightgown was long sleeve, so I went out and bought a pink/black nylon sleeveless. It felt so good to put that on with my panties every night. I went during the day and bought 2 skirts and tops to match at a second hand shop. My heart was racing as I approached the owner of the shop, "I'm looking for a skirt, size 10 possibly" she didnt even flich. She helped me find a couple of things and I was on my way. I also bought some panties and bras at another store....it is so exciting. I have ventured out 4 times, but I am so nervous. I need help with my makeup, I don't know what I'm doing, but keep checking on these websites for help. I just marvel at how people like Lauren Thomas, look awesome and sexy. Well summer is coming to an end and so is my enjoyment in life, I wish it could be like this all the time...oh well, that's the way it goes.

Patricia Sterling

What a summer it has been! Lived alone and dressed every night. Completely shaved my body and went out twice a week. What a rush to be fully dressed and out walking and/or shopping. I loved shopping for clothes, trying items on and checking yourself out and then bringing them home. Quick little story, I would work during the day on outside field maintenance and got to talking to an older man(stone mason), dark complexion, well built for his age, who was working on a wall. He was really nice to me(always have no shirt on and sweaty) and I would sit and "shoot the breeze" daily. I can't tell you how many times this summer I would fantazize about being in this guys arms, dressed, fully made up. I saw him out one night on the weekend in the mall, as I was dressed in white capri's with a silk blue top and heeled sandals(just had a pedicure that day. I just happen to see him twice that night and he was looking right at me. On Monday, when I went to the job site, he called me over and ask if I was a "tranny". I dont know why I said, "do you want me to be one"? I told him I was a crossdresser and I thought he was the sexiest man that I have seen all summer. He told me it was ok and to calm down(I was crying). He brought me over to his truck, consoled me and all I could see was his gray nylon shorts with sweat on top of the waistband and that little patch of hair from the belly button down to his...the part I have been dreaming about. We talked and he said lets go out next weekend....stay tuned!!!!

Patty O'Neil

my wife is out for a few days and i have the house all to my self. i am sitting in a lovely matching set of lingerie and wearing a satin nightgown and robe. later on i am going to wear some drab clothes over my garter and nylons while i go to the local arcade. there i am shall change my clothes and enjoy the spoils of all those wonderful glory holes.

danni

I have always thought of dressing as a woman. I did dress when I was younger and my older sister was still living at home. I think of those times very often. I would wear her clothes as often as I could. I had to stop when she got married.Actually I did not stop but I did not have access to as many female clothes as I wanted. My mother's clothes were just not very attractive to wear. She did have a wonderful beige girdle that I just loved to put on. She also had a very nice nightgown that I thought was sexy but for the most part my dressing as a girl ended when my sister left home. The desire never left and actually grew more intense. I was drafted into the Army and spent some time In and around New York City. This is where I first found a book about transvestism. It was called "Transvestia" I think that the founder's name is Virginia Prince. What a wonderful piece of literature for me to read. It was just what I had always wanted to read about. I just loved reading this book whenever I got the chance to get hold of it. Does anyone know about this publication? Many years ago I did see Virginia Prince on a talk show. She claimed to be heterosexual but since reading " Transvestia " I have sucked several cocks and have been fucked several times by men.

Robin

Candi and I are both crossdressers, We met through this wonderful " Confession Page ". We both love to dress very sexily and act as femnine as possible. We both go to Dwight's cabin and enjoy the company of a man. Dwight just loves the idea of having TWO sexy trannies pleasing him. Dwight loves to see Candi and I kiss each other and love each other. Candi is so very sexy and I just love having sex with her in front of Dwight.

Robin

I have always loved dressing in women's clothing. From a very early age I wanted to be a girl. I did marry but my desires to be with a man never stopped. I would buy magazines and videos about transexuals and she-males. I just loved reading the magazines and watching the videos. I had to hide them from my wife. I know that my wife would never understand that I love to dress as a woman and that I want to be with a man sexually. I was so very happy when the internet provided me with a way to contact someone that felt the same way I did. I have been contacted with a man that feels the same way I do. His name is Dwight and I just loooooove how he talks ( writes ) to me. I know that I want to kiss him.

Robin

hi everyone just to let everyone know that i love the confession page.As a cd I've been dressing since i was 10 i remember wearing feminine napkins every time i would dress up. when i was 15 my sister which was older than me caught me and promised not to tell mom and it stayed like that for a long time.She was always open minded and even helped me dress.She took me to the mall one day and we were shopping for clothes for me i had bought some boyshorts and a matching bra some short shorts and the rest my sister had. We got home that day and she told me to start dressing, she took out a squared pink box that was full of make up.Dressed and feeling very fem i felt my cock really hard and felt the pre cum in my sexy shaved legs.Later on when we were finished with me (Vanessa) I felt like a really hot woman. My sister told me to wait and entered with mom she just smiled and said "if thats what you really want go ahead but remember it wont be easy out there" that had shocked me but at the same time was full of happiness. When i was 16 my mom and sister would tell me if i wanted to go with them shopping but i would prefer staying home dressed up.One day i wanted to know how it would feel to make a step to the outsides.i had a gf when i was 17 and more likely always knew about me cd and we had a sexually active relationship. one day she told me if i wanted to try something new and told me to get dressed and she brought a guy to my house and then She left.As well he was Cd too and it was fascinating . and he was a REALLY HOT (GIRL) she went up to me and grabbed my balls very gently and i liked it then i slowly unbuttoned her tight short shorts and grabbed a big cock.I slowly putt it in my mouth and liked the wonderful feeling of it i liked it from top to bottom and then i felt the cum all over my face and mouth and i just loved it. I am 18 right now and im a hot cd that lives with mom and sister and always dress up at home. i am really interested in meeting hot cd's like me.And even right now wearing my v-string vagina.wearing some nice red boyshorts and a matching bra.On top i have a very hot tube top and some mini shorts with my 6 inch heels and my beautiful long wig.i just love it.

vanny

Ladies, I don't know if I'm breaking any rules here so PLEASE for give me if I am. My T-girl friend Becky was just talking to me about how she and her boy friend like to sit at the computer and look at T- girl porn. Do any of you know some good sites they can check out. Castle might not like it if you post the links here so if you could please send them to me personally I would appreciate it. But please, no pay sites. Thanks and Hugs, Robin

Robin Molly

Robin, Your post caught my attention not only because we're both named Robin but because you mentioned a cabin. I'm a life long T-girl. I wouldn't change it even if I could. I have been so lucky in life. My first wife, who was my school sweet heart, not only knew about my desires but took a very active part in my dressing. She taught me so much. From make up to dressing, to how a girl moves, walks and talks. After that marriage broke up I went wild. Living full time and passing as a young woman. Back then it was easy. I was young and had a soft voice. I fell in love with a young man and moved in with him. After a year and a half of being his "wife" I caught him cheating on me with his "fishing" buddies. (the bastard liked dick better than I did.) Broke my heart and ended the relationship. I'm trying to make this short :-) Gave it all up and tried to go straight. Married my second wife who never knew anything about my dressing or my past. I swore I'd never dress again. Two months into the marriage I was already wearing her panties every chance I got. That ended after eight years. The day she moved out I was in the tub shaving my legs before her car got out of the drive way. I was singing; "I'm going to wash that man right out of my hair," from the old movie South Pacific :-) Damn, it was wonderful to be a woman again. That was a long time ago. Since then I've lived in several places but no where I could just be myself with out noise people interfering. So, I moved to a mountain top here in the mountains of Virginia. Built me a nice log home, it's to big to be called a cabin. My closest neighbors is over a mile away and over three mile the other direction. They know I'm a T-girl but they leave me alone and I leave them alone. I have several T-girl friends that visit plus we go out to the clubs together at times. I have several other friends that visit and a couple men I dated. Even have a GG who likes to date a T-girl. I think she's actually a lesbian but hasn't broke over the line yet. On my mountain I'm queen. I get to live full time as a woman which might sound exciting to some until you think of all the chores :-) Keeping a nice yard, a garden and cutting fire wood for the winter is hell on the nails :-) But I love every minuet of it. I met a nice man, Dave, about three months ago. We met out side a club in Greensboro, NC. He started calling me and we met again at the club. After three dates I invited him to come to my mountain for the weekend. Up until then we had done nothing more than a few little kisses. He arrived total surprised at the view from my front porch but also my home being totally woman. He knew I dressed as much as possible but had no idea how much possible was :-) I saw to it that he had a wonderful weekend with some one who enjoys being a woman.... and knows how to please a man. He say's I have spoiled him which I really enjoy doing :-) The weekend came to an end but he's started into a routine now where he goes back to NC for the week and comes to stay with me each weekend. He calls me every night just to say goodnight, but we talk for hours :-) He hasn't said the "L" word..... yet :-) But he's come close and I think he will soon :-) We very rarely mention about "T". We kind of got that out of the way the first night and I kept a close ear last weekend and the subject was never mentioned one time. As I write this he's cutting the grass for me.... isn't that sweet of him :-) My T-girl friends are coming over this evening for a cook out. Two of them will have dates which should make for an interesting evening. I'm dying to see how Dave handles it. Macho men who claim they aren't gay but are dating T-girls :-) Like I said....... it will be interesting :-) Got to run....... bye-bye.

Robin Molly

I really love this section but I do feel as though I am writing too often. I just want to let every one know how wonderful I feel when I can be a woman for a man. Dwight and I went to his cabin this weekend. Of course; I brought some more female clothes with me and I went directly to the bedroom and put them on. I love full slips and so does Dwight. I always wear ruby red lipstick ( He love's that ) and a nice shoulder length wig. Dwight was waiting for me as I came from the bedroom. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I was wearing only a full beige slip and panties and a bra. Dwight held me close and I could feel his manhood against me. As we kissed he dropped his beautiful shorts that I had bought him. I dropped to my knees and took his huge cock from his soft white briefs. His cock felt so very warm and hard in my mouth. I felt his ass cheeks through the fabric of his nice tight briefs . I wanted to feel his nice tight bare ass so I momentarily took my mouth from his cock and slipped down his briefs. I took his hard cock back into my mouth and grabbed his firm ass cheeks with my hands. He began fucking my mouth as though it were a pussie. I can always tell when a man is about to cum. Dwight is such a darling. He let's me know and backs off just a bit so that I can swallow every bit of his cum. He is soooo very sweet.

Robin

Dwight has a beautiful cabin that he took me to one weekend. I did dress as a woman the entire time that we were there. I actually was Dwight's wife for an entire weekend and I must say that I loved it. I had never spent that long dressed as a woman. I really loved it. I am sure now that I could be a woman for ever. I did not have a large wardrobe of female clothes that weekend but I still managed to dress feminine each night for Dwight. I wore make-up and a nice wig but being a woman is more that just appearance. I feel soooooo very much like a woman and Dwight knows that. I try to look as feminine as I can, which I love. I just love being attractive to Dwight, but more than that . I want to be a woman for Dwight. I am so very glad that Dwight treats me as a woman. Whether ; I be dressed in sexy lingerie or a house dress he treats me as the woman I want to be.

Robin

The early years for me as a cross dresser, it was about 1976. I had two older sisters, on left home when I was 8, At the time my next older sister was 13 and had a host of friends,some were cheerleaders, most were real cute!. Like most little brothers I was a pest. I would spy on the girls when they would stay over and raid thier panties any chance I got. For years some items of womans apparel just escaped me,It was not until I was 20 something that I figured out what a kotex belt was and how it was used, I remember a special pair of panties my older sister left behind, she also worked at a popular chain resturaunt for a while and left behind her uniform. it was so sixties and kind of frilly, so were her panties. My mom had some things which were sexy but they all smelled like her. ( my mom wore a brand of perfume which I still cannot stand the smell of). I would dress up in my oldest sisters things with a bra borrowed from mom, my first breasts were socks rolled up, later water balloons gave a nice bounce. I was so obsessed with dressing my little pecker would stand tall at the thought of it and not go down for hours. I dressed from time to time without getting caught by any one, once around that time my next older sister and one of her cute friends convinced me to let them dress me up for holloween. Even my mom got into the act, helping with a small blue bra and some tennis balls.I acted like I hated it of course, but on the inside I was all fired up and enjoyed it to the max! Some time after that my parents found me dressed up in my sisters leotards one afternoon and my mother and father said it was strange for a boy to act that way. That it when I went undergorund with my desire to wear panties and such. There was a Penthouse magazine that year dedicated to lingere' I would reference it often and wish I could find items like the beutiful delicate lacy things in the magazine. Ads from Michael Salem's exotica boutique beckoned me to buy waist cinchers and wais nippers. I never did but I still have the yearning. all of this led up to my very firt orgasms. There were three seperate instances which remain vivid enough to recall, today I will confess the first time. I had swiped a pair of leggs sheer energy from the local grocery store, I put on my big sisters panties, I then began to work the soft smooth hosery up my hairless legs. just as I gripped the waist band I felt the most unusual feeling, I felt kind of weak in the knees and all of a sudden I began to shudder and the next thing I know my tiny little wiener erupted in a showering spasm of gooey sticky bursts of stuff. I had never seen anything like it before! holy crap! I think my penis had grown about ten sizes that day, I had not remebered it being that big before. The feeling was familiar however I had experienced it one other time before this. More on that next time. Dear Ladyone/Castle. I enjoy your site, please keep Confessions. I have purchased a v-string and like it very much.

teagan

I met a wonderful friend and lifelong partner through this confession column. Her name is Candi. Candi and I love the same things. She loves dressing in sexy clothing , as I do; and she loves being attractive to men , as I do. Candi and I both love pleasing a man.It used to be just Candi and I but now we have Dwight to play with and we both love having a MAN in our lives. Dwight loves it also.

Robin

Dwight and I met through this confession section. We decided to meet one night at a Burger King.He came over to my car which I had described to him. I was wearing a nice wig and had some make-up on. I was wearing a pleated skirt and a white silk blouse. We went to drive-in movie. It was just like when I was younger except I was the girl now. Dwight kissed me and placed his hand on my nylon clad leg. I remember doing the same to a girl when I was younger and now I have a man feeling me . I love it. As Dwight kisses me his hand takes mine and puts it on his buldge in his trousers. I know what he wants and I unzip his pants. I reach in and take his hard cock from his nice briefs. I just love how his cock feels in my mouth as I go down on him. I feel his hair apon my chin and that excites me even more. I moan as I continue sucking Dwight's beautiful manhood and Dwight moans also. I don't want to offend anyone but as Dwight begins to cum I am sooooooo very overjoyed that I will be able to swallow. Bye now girls

Robin

My boyfriend and I moved in together just a couple of months ago, he's a wonderful guy that really makes me feel a complete woman. Ever since we are together I only wear all female clothes at home, make up etc and love being beautiful for him. Sex is so good; I really enjoy when he takes me and fills me up in every possible way, he's so tender and loving that makes me melt.

Aline

Dearest Ladyone, almost everyday I visit the confessions page to see how my other darling sisters are doing, There are times that many of the conffessions are very sexual, which I don't mind, but I must say that the ones' I enjoy most are about sisters stepping out, these are encouraging and heart warming. Please don't take one of the few or only outlet we sisters have to share our lives with others, we truly need this page!!! Lastly are you able to put on your shopping page, the shipping costs across the globe for your wonderful products. Love Joanx

Joan Black

Pleas don't remove the Confessions ! So many (me included) get a vicarious thrill from reading the Posts

Michelle davis

I have dressed for years. The last couple of years I have started to get more daring and do go out on the rare occasion. I do try to meet up with a man at least once or twice a year. I have read various concern that this would make me gay or bi. I think of myself as straight. When I dress as a woman I find I want to be a woman and treated as one. This means I want to have men and see myself as a straight woman. I don't see this as gay. As a man I don't have any interest in a man. When dressed as a woman I love to have a man in me. I find everytime I have a meeting with a man that I am nervous with anticipation. When I start it just seems the most normal thing to have in my mouth. I always find that I don't want the time to end, but they just run out of steam. I would say that if you find that you dress and try to get to the point of passing, the real test and reason is you want a man to treat you as a woman. The first time is very special as your knees will feel that you can't stand as the turn to jelly. Once you start it is just so great to have it in your month or ass and you know that HE is in your control. To have the complements and the feeling you are all woman is over powering and you want it to go on for ever. I would suggest to the no believers to try it and see. You likely will get hooked too.

Helen Jewel

i love to read the sexy confessions; they are often exactly what i would like to do yet could not do

danielle

Hi girls...haven't had much activity here recently. We're thinking of removing this from the site. What do you think? Lets get some more confessions...

Ladyone

Robin, Maybe you would prefer my story.I was 18 and busted for drugs while a college freshman. Sentenced to a year ( I could have plead guilty to a felony and avoided jail). My lawyer, the judge , and prosecuter all thought I would be raped in prison as I was a weak and unathletic white boy with thick blonde hair full lips and a girlish bubble butt. I was a advised to go into protective custody but to do so I would have to go into prison as a transvestite or obvious homosexual. As a straight but virgin boy and certaily not a cross dresser I was upset with the rule. Begrudgingly I agreed to serve my time en femme.

Aryan Slut

Hello all, Robin Gail here. I love reading the Confessions too. Some of the entries are way too graphic for me also, when they turn from love making to lust I am OK with it but when they turn to trash and on to garbage its way too much, I think this is when they get shot down and also when some goes on about how they get dressed and what they are wearing, they get way too long. Seems to be a fantasy rather than a confession. Real life is much better than fantasy. Just my two cents worth.

Robin Gail

Hi all and thank you Robin for sticking up for me! I have a feelin some of my posts don't get posted is because of the sexual content. I am a horny girl OK!! Anyway, it's probably because I love to get filled with major cum! In both ends. Which is in fact unsafe sex! But I asure all that I always make sure my man has been tested for STD's as I do so myself. And I never allow my man to go unprotected if I am not sure!! Yes I do love cock and cum but I am not stupid and would never suggest unprotected sex to those not sure of their partner! Thanx again Robin and please drop me a line anytime if ya want to exchange ideas or just to chat. Love ya all!! - Tracey!

Tracey!

I just loved reading Tracy's confession. I wanted to tell her how much I loved it and how much it reminded me of Don and myself. When I went to the confession page I was surprised to see that her letter was not there. I have written two confessions myself that have never been entered . I wonder what is wrong. Is the problem on my end ?? I would love to know because I just love this section.

Robin

hi everyone. just like to say how much i love wearing short skirts, high heels and silky stockings. but i need some help. i had some pics of my self on my computor at work. i thought i had them deleted, but someone one pulled them up. it was not a good situation. only a couple of poeple seen them, and so far noone has spread it around. could someone tell how to be sure they are for sure out of the system. i have a computor at home with some pics on it too. it would sure give me peace of mind knowing that they are good. thanks donna

donna

I'm posting this at my wife's insistance, she is standing behind me now and is dictating to me. Several years ago my wife/mistress being the very intelligent person she is percieved that I was more suited to being a house hubby than a provider. After convincing me that she was correct I agreed to stay home and keep house, inclusive of all those duties a wife ette normaly preformed. It wasn't long after 3 months to be exact that radical change was instituted by my mistress. She demanded that I turn over all finiances to her as well as my car keys i did so because she is much smarter than I with money and I really didn't have time to run around during the day as I had laundry and cooking to do as well as ironing and hand laundry. I must wash all of mistresses delicates by hand. It was soon after that when she dropped the bombshell! She came home late one evening and was obviously worked up about something I took her shoes off and brought her a hot tea and began to massage her feet , after an hour she had me stop and follow her into our bedroom where she told me to strip. I thought she was initiating sex but I was wrong! She informed me that in no uncertain terms that since I had agreed to become a house hubby that it only followed that I must be a sissy, I tried to argue that I wasn't but wasy told to shut up I did as I was told, ther upon my mistress went to the closet in the spare room and brought in several packages , handing me one she said open it , inside were several pairs of frilly panties she reached in a picked a pink pair and said put them on I was nervous and a bit scared but I did as I was told she then opened another package and brought out a matching bra she walked behind me an put my arms into it and latched it in place then turned meo a full length mirror and sneeringly told me that this would be how i was to dress from now on! She led me over to our bed and had me lie face down on it while she tied my hand and feet widley apart I ask her what she was doing thats when I felt the lubrication being applied she simply answered continuing your sissy training I felt the panties being pulled further down and she mounted me . It hurt like hell but that night she broke me . I no longer have any male clothes and all the thing a woman must do I do. I keep my self as hairless as possible for her and I been taken to a beauy salon for very fem. perms. I'm not often allowed to have sex ,she rigidley controls that and I'm not allowed to protest if she dosen't come home till early in the morning as she told me she nedds a real man for sex not a sissy like me.

Jamielynn

This story is about a bet I made with my mother-in-law, Jean, a few years back. (She had caught me trying on her clothes and her daughters' clothes before this happened, so she knew about me.) We made a stupid bet on a basketball game, and whoever lost had to be the other's "servant" for a month. Well, I lost! She had dreamed up a really elaborate plan--I had to take a month of ballet lessons, in leotards, from her neighbor Cindy, who had a dance studio in her basement. I knew that she might make me dress in women's clothes some, but this involved wearing leotards and dance costumes in front of somebody else! Cindy was a strict teacher, but after a while I actually began to enjoy the "lessons" because of what I got to wear. She made me do ballet and tap exercises and routines every night, while Jean looked on. Eventually, she had me in pointe shoes, which hurt! Secretly, they were laughing at me hysterically when I couldn't hear. Cindy enjoyed what she was putting me through. One week, she switched to jazz and made me do jazz routines and wear jazz outfits. I got deeper and deeper in. To this day, I dream about those costumes and being a "ballerina" for a month!

Barry

Hello girls. I just love reading all of your confessions. I love how you talk about the man in your life. There is a special man in my life. His name is Don and I did mention him before. I love dressing for Don . He is sooooooo appreciative. He just loves to see me putting on my panties and he helps me with my bra. He watches as I pull my slip over my head and smooth it down my thighs.I just love how Don stares at me as I pull up my seamed stockings and attach them to my garters. I look at Don and throw him a kiss. I would love for Don to tell you the rest

robin

i had the best experiance with my wife. she had me dressing up in a night gown and panties with a wig on and my face all dolled up. then she left the house for a while and told me to wait for her. i was visiting this site when she returned and she took me into the room and had me laydown on the bed. when i did she produced from the bag that she was carrying, a dildo that looked like a cock and a dvd. she started the movie, it was a porn featuring bi-sexual activities and she disrobed herself and joined me to watch the film. she stroked me through the satin of my nightgown while she commented and asked me questions about the movie. did i want to suck cock, and would i like to be taken in the ass. when i said yes she used that magnificent toy on my ass. she kept talking about the virtues of a real cock over a dildo, and i loved it. when she finaly rode me i came in a fierce spasm of satisfaction and lust. she said that maybee some time she will bring more than a toy.

james/danielle

my home is filled with feminine things for the first time in my life. i moved out of state when i left my last job, and shortly after i got here i met a wonderful woman who delights in helping my truer self emerge. she is the land lady who ownes the house i live in. it is an old victorian building that has been divided into apartments. she asked me about some undergarments that i had not known that i left in the laundry room, and on a moment of boldness i confessed my desire for such lovely things, i told her all of my fantasies over some coffee once we eventually settled down and she told me o fher late husband and his tendancy to dress and long unfullfilled desire to sleep with a man. she told me that i would be fine in her house and has set me up with some of the contacts, that she and her late husband had made, to better assist me. people like her hairdresser and some folks that own a dress shop. we have also had a great time decorating my flat. she tells me that i am welcome here as long as i like.

alicia

if i could pass, i would be a woman everyday

felicia

Hello everyone. I am so very happy. I have met such a wonderful man through the confession section. His name is Donald. He likes me to call him Don and I like that also. Don wrote to me several times . He lives within 45 minutes of me. We talked on the phone several times and decided to meet at a metro parks close to both of us.I told him that I was not very comfortable dressing as a woman in public. He told me to come dressed as I felt comfortable. I did dress as a woman. With wig and make-up. When I arrived at the park there was a handsome man sitting in the sane type of vehicle that Don said he had. I parked my car and was to nervous to exit. In just a few minutes this man came over to my car. I was soooooooo afraid. This was the first time ever that I ventured out dressed as a woman. " Hi " he said . " are you Robin?" He knew that I was nervous and spoke very gently as he said " do you want to take a walk Robin??? "". I am Don. I think that my heart may have stopped. He was so very handsome. Don even opened the door for me to get out. I never had a man open a door for me. Right away I felt feminine.We were the only two in the park and I felt comfortable with Don right away. We walked down one of the pathways into the woods. I felt like a school girl on her first date. About 20 yards down the path Don kissed me . I returned his kiss . We embraced and I could feel his manhood against me. I felt so very vulnerable at that time. Don took my hand and placed it on the buldge in his slacks. This is what we both came here for.I went to my knees and Don unzipped his slacks.I took his hard cock from his shorts and kissed it.Don was sooo very hot that it was not very long before he shot his load into my willing mouth. I swallowed all of his cum and licked him clean. After he zipped up he kissed me again and we made a date to meet again. He walked me to my car and opened the door for me and we kissed goodbye. I think that I love Don

Robin

Suzie, I agree with you 100%, being a woman is more that simply suckng or having cock. As I have said before, if we wish to be woman and truly femme we need to act as such. I truly love being my femme self, getting dressed, doing the make-up and hair constitutes only a part of my womanly desires.I can simply climb into bed with my nightie on, my breast form, wig on, smooth legs, etc and have a wonderful night as woman without even being totally physical. In order to be a woman we need to truly understand them, not simply be whores. Love Joan x

Joan Black

Desiree...I personally have never knelt and don't plan on it. For a lot of us there's a lot more to cross dressing than sucking cock. For me it has to do more with fulfilling an illusion and passing in the real world as a female. Most of my time is spent at home in my own world doing my own thing and I am VERY happy with myself and how I do it.

Suzie

Is it enough to simply dress or does the act of dressing give you the desire to be a woman all the way, even if it means kneeling and sucking cock. For me..........I must kneel.

Desiree

I've been a cross-dresser, very much in the closest for many years. I always have loved the feel of women's clothing: panties, thongs, bras, dresses, skirts, blouses, heeled sandals... everything! Over the years, I'd always "borrow" items from my sisters' or wife's drawers/closets. I'd play with their make-up when there was time and I got pretty good at it (in my opinion). However, when I would play, I would never do everything (usually due to lack of time). I would either dress or partially dress or do make-up. All the pieces never came together at the same time to make the picture complete. The timing was right this month to have a bit more fun that usual. My wife and daughter are out of town for a few weeks. I felt it was time to step it up a notch: invest in a vee-string, some breast-forms and various other little things such as jewelry, and a wig. I chose the Vee-String w/sheath & bladder. It arrived recently and I absolutely love it! Last night I created a complete femme image using myself as the canvas. I went all-out! I shaved my body hair: legs, pubic, belly, chest, and armpits. I did a complete make-up job: concealer, foundation, two eye colors, mascara, blush, lip color and nail polish on my fingers and toes. I did a fairly good job of styling the wig (The "Vicky" wig on Castle Supply's web site). I put on my vee-string, attached breats forms, put on a beige see-through bra, a pretty black thong, black mini-skirt, white cropped top with a glittery heart on the front, clip-on hoop earrings, a toe ring, an anklet and 4" wedge-heel sandals. I impressed myself a bit more than I expected. (Of course I took pictures! -- I then discovered I had stayed up all night...) I've always wondered if I could pass in public if I were to create a completely new me. The thought gnawed at me. I had to put it to the test. Talk about your heart suddenly racing, and adrenaline pumping! It was about 6:30AM and I'm trying to get up the nerve to leave the house. Caveat: I know my neighbors across the street very well. They know I'm home alone, and would freak if they saw "Becky" leaving the house!!! I opted for walking out the back gate through the alley. Then two houses down, those neighbors were IN the alley! ABORT! I just didn't know if I could handle a contact THAT QUICKLY! So, I went back into the house and began plotting another method. Oh-- another note about the neighbors across the street: We have an open-door policy with their two teen-age girls... They have a key and let themselves in at various times to use our computers to check email and so forth. It would be a very bad thing if I were to return, coming in the front and discovering that one or both came in while I was out! Over the next 30 minutes, I decided to pack a back-pack with my jeans, polo shirt, socks & shoes. Then with my back pack in hand I shot out the carport door and jumped into the van as fast as I could (a semi-safety-spot). I then drove to the nearest QT (a mile and three quarters). I got out, went in the store and got myself a 32oz soda. I was focused on my task and doing everything I could to project a true feminine image. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that I definitely turned some heads! However none of them seemed like they were able to read me, including the check-out clerk. I think they were all just checking out the hot chick that came in! They all took a good look, but nobody just stared! It was such an awesome feeling! After leaving the QT, I drove to an empty parking lot, climbed into the back and changed my clothes. Then I headed for home. Only the dogs were in my house to greet me -- no neighbors. What a relief -- What a rush!!!

Becky

Hello everyone: While I love reading about your fantasies, why don't we hear more stories about your Vee-string usage and lovemaking with your boyfriends and the pleasure you get using it.

Daphne

I love all your t-girl stories, they turn me on. I have been wearing female clothing since I can remember, still do. The first time I had an orgasm, was in my sisters sexy panties, matching bra, and nude nylons held up a with baby blue garter band. I crawled into my bed, began swimming around, felt so good on the sheets with the sexy clothing on, I just had the best feeling of my life and without even touching it, I came violently into my panties. It seemed like it lasted for five minutes! And 30 years later, I still have a rush from woman's clothes. In fact, as I write this, I am fully dressed and made up! I plan to go out tonight and meet a man I have seen before. Last month, this same man was looking me up and down, he knew and liked it. He asked me if I lived nearby, he would like to hang out. I told him I was nervous, he was so kind and understanding. He came over my place and we just sat and watched tv. He had on a pair of leather pants that just made me hard, I couldn't contain myself. I first felt his pants and then, just slid my hand on the outside of his penis. He was getting hard right in my hand, I couldn't wait to touch the real thing. He told me t-girls turn him on, I was so hot for this guy the inside of my ass was wet. I went down on him for awhile and then played with it and told to cum on me. He exploded on my satin pants and tummy, it felt so good. I got up, went into the bathroom and masturbated. Can it get any better than this!

Bobbie Gerut

I have always loved wearing girl's clothing. I loved acting as a girl while I was wearing my older sister's panties and bras. Now I am a mature man and I still love to dress as a woman.I also love the thought of being with a man sexually. I have given an older man a blow job when I was 25 years old. I just loved doing so and I think of that night very often. I only had on a pair of pink panties and a white bra but I felt so feminine as I kissed his cock. To this day I can remember how wonderful I felt as he shot his sperm into my mouth. It was the only time that I swallowed another man's cum and I loved it. OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh how I wish that I could do that night over again. Over and over and over again. The first time is sooooooooooooo wonderful. I would love to hear from men my age. 64 Robin

Robin

Hi to everyone! I just had a wonderful shopping experience and I am busting to tell some one! Once in a while I travel to a large city 60 miles away for training for my job. I visit from time to time and when I can I go to a very large thrift store just around the corner from where I go for training. This most recent visit I attended with a co-worker and used an excuse to drive seperately this visit. we finished our seminar about 4 pm. I went directly to this thrift store to shop for some girl stuff, clothes, shoes, what ever I could find. I prepared with a gym bag full of necesities. I wore cargo pants with extra pockets and stuffed them with everything I would need to put on before trying on clothes. I spent some time looking for clothes which i liked and were my size or close. nothing worse than buying things you will think fit well only to find out later they are too tight or do not fit as nice as you would have hoped. I found several nice choices and headed to the changing room. (Being in a far away town I could shop without any fear of some one recognizing me. I could also not care if they saw me taking womans clothing into the changing room.) I began by taking all of my foundation items out of my cargo pants pockets: my best fitting black bra, my silicone breast inserts/prostetics, my favorite thong, a padded hip shaper and some cute socks, I tried on about a million tops, jeans, skirts, coats, some longe wear and some sleepwear. I found a few tops which fit me very well, I found a cute denim skirt and a couple pair of jeans i just had to have. after trying on my new clothes I chose one outfit which would not I would not be purchasing and put it on and proceeded to grind myself into an orgasm right there in the changing room, I left a deposit in the corner on the floor and wiped my tool off on the out fit and then put it back in the unwanted bin. I purchased my items and then went to the car and dressed complete in an outfit and some comfortable shoes, I then went to my favorite fast food place and ordered some items to take home, I played with myself in the drive thru lane,and wondered if the drive thru attendant would notice, she did not notice my attire but commented on the grin I had at the window. I drove home in my favorite new outfit eating my favorite fast food(only available in that city) and playing with myself and sampling my precum which was abundant due to the excitement brought on by my attire and my excitment! Oh what a shopping trip! what have the rest of you been up to?

Teagan

Where is everyone? Girls,please tell me more

Bobbie
USA

tell us more patti you lucky sissy you

sissygirl
USA

well gurls after 30yrs of dressing-up,i finally went out in the public! it was such ahigh that im sure we all enjoy every time we go out! on our way to where we were going ihad to go to the bathroom, so we pulled into a mcdonalds, as i walked inside there was a guy mopping the floors,he just stopped and watched my ass as i strutted by him and walked into the ladies room. when i came back out he was still watching me! as i walked back passed him i said hi to him and smiled at him, and he did the same back! what a wonderfull feeling! there is alot more to this evening out! and it gets hotter! i never thought that i would be able to pass,as i have a very deep voice, and never tried to talk like a woman,but i did something right!i had a guy 5 minutes after getting their buying me drinks, then at least 3 more as the nite went on.i even had a woman buy me a couple!there is more to this story,and i want to save some for later,let your imaginations go wild!

jenny

I bet the feeling of the Masturbator V moving up and down your cockhead must be unreal. I'd think I'd be dribbling all the time. mmmmmmmmmmm

MarkOhio

My Beautiful sisters, thank you for your compliments, kindness and questions you extended to me both directly to my email address and on this wonderful website. Its important for me to continue to grow the beauty within me in order for me to have the beauty on the outside. I am pleased that I've been able to help some of you wih your questions and to assist you in getting in touch with your femme side. Please feel free to chat to me at any time and if I can help you, I almost certainly will. Love Joan Black x.

Joan Black

I just love being a sissy. I want soooooo very much to be submissive to a man ( a really nice man ). I think that men are wonderful and should be treated as kings. I would love to treat my man as Jane treats Tarzan. He is the protector and I am his woman. I love that feeling. I love the fact that a man is stronger than I am and I want his protection. I love being feminine with a man. I just adore his masculinity. It is soooooooo very wonderful being a woman, if only in my dreams.

Robin

I am a 25 year old male who loves to wear women's clothing. Especially stockings, garters and high heels. I have recently developed a little crush on my friends fiancee. I did something I regret and stole two pairs of stockings and a thong from her lingerie drawer. When I am wearing them I pleasure myself to the thought of her catching me. It is just so thrilling! I have also recently developed a fantasy where she would catch me and make love to me, her with a strap-on and me being taken. I cannot think of anything that would be hotter than that. I know it is not a healthy thought, but lately just haven't been able to quit thinking about. I regret what I have done, but the thrill was too exciting for me.

Derek

I have always had an interest in wearing womens clothing. I can remember shopping with my mom and sis, wanting to try on dresses, tops, skirts, all of it. I love the smell of the womens department, it is so sexy. My mom knew of my wants and tried to steer me to guy clothing, I felt bad for her, it is not her fault. I love women, everything about them, I wanted to hang and be with them. I dressed every chance I could and as I went through puberty, then high school, my urges were even stronger. I think as I got know girls and being friendly with them and having them as friends, it gave me stronger urges to dress. As I got into college I began experimenting going out fully dressed and made up and actually getting some attraction from males. It really turned me on and I would dream about having oral sex and even anal with someone. One summer night, I stayed in a hotel by the ocean resort and fully dressed. It must of taken me two hours to get ready. Hot bath and shaved everything, and just began dressing slowly, enjoying every minute. I had on a tight,short black satin skirt with a beautiful blue satin top, my fake boobies to go along. I love nude nylons and 4" heels/black held up by black garter belt and black thong. I carefully did my makeup and just loved putting it on....this was me, it is what I want to be...nothing else. I went to a club, that has a transgender group and just about all types of beautiful people. It was heaven, I danced with men and it was awesome to be in someone's arms. A man I had danced with several times asked me to go for a walk along the beach and I was excited. He kept feeling my skirt and my ass, I loved it. We sat on some flat rocks on the beach and he kissed me passionately, I felt his penis and he was hard. I unzipped his pants and started to stroke him, I could feel the cum rising and immediately buried my mouth on it. It gushed in my mouth, I swallowed the cum as it just kept coming out! His head was all the way back and he just groaned. The best part was going back to my hotel and spending the night with him. That was last summer, as this summer approaches I actually have a job at womens department store and rented an apartment. I cant wait to share my experiences with you all, love you t-girls.

Patty O'Neill

Thanx Girls!! I'm glad you liked my first with Russel. And god did you notice somewhere in the middle I called him Ralph! That's a no-no girls. Anyway to answer Robin's question No I do not have a man now. And springs cumming and I'm getting HORNY!! Girls around here a good man is hard to find. Or was that a Hard man is good to find? Anyway both are true. If anyone knows of an avaliable tall dark and handsome gentleman sporting a good boner who's into t-girl do tell him to look me up. Kisses - Tracey

Tracey

OOOOOOOOOOOoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tracy. I was sooooooooo very hot as I read your beautiful first with Russell. I am sorry to hear that he is your EX. Do you have a man now? I cannot imagine life without a man. I do have a steady man that I have sex with. He is older than me and often very ornery. He can be very sweet at times and does treat me as a woman. When we go on our weekends together he wants me to be his wife. I don't have a problem with that except that his wife is a very good cook and I am not. He tells me that I am much better in bed than she is but that I could learn alot about cooking from her. They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I do want to make Mike happy. I wonder if I should ask his wife for some tips on cooking?? Bye now Robin

Robin

Hi Tracey! your story was hot, and totally turned me on!i would love to have that yellow dress!well i am finally going out dressed to the nines this weekend for the first time! wish me luck!i will have some hot stories about it to tell you gurls! i will be back after the weekend! bi for now! Jenny

jenny

I will always remember with great fondness my first encounter with my longtime lover Russel, who presently is my ex (for reasons slightly too complicated to go into detail at present). It was at a Halloween ball being held by the local gay and lesbian association. I went as a high class transvestite hooker and I played the part to the tee. I might add that at 6 ft. tall, a weight of 156 lbs. measurements of 38-29-38 and 36 inches of long silky-smooth wrap-around legs, I possessed the appropriate body parts to preform the shall we say masquerade, quite effectively. For my attire I wore a pretty black lace push-up bra (complete with jiggly falsies), a black satin thong panty, a sexy black satin and lace garter-belt, a pair of sexy black silk stockings, a sexy black sophisticated long-sleeve satin camisole, a pair of black leather sandle pumps and lastly for contrast a super tite, super sexy, super short canary yellow mini-dress. Very mini. And for my make-up as always I kept it light but effective. Starting with a dark mascara, an indego blue eye shadow, a little pink blush and ending with a generous application of Hot Pink lip gloss to my full, man-hungry lips. I wore my long blond hair in a bunn, a pretty pair of gold dangle ear-rings, a few bracelets and rings and such and I brought of coarse an overcoat (black leather) and a small black leather purse. When I arrived the ball was in full swing with lots of tables full of people (about 50% of which were in some kind of costume) chatting and drinking and generally having a ball. Even the dance floor was starting to fill in and after securing a table I quickly joined the rest on the dance floor to dance wiggle and strut my hot stuff to my sweet little hearts content. After a few songs including, appropriately, take a walk on the wildside, I was a little tired and in need of refreshments, so I made my way to my table and sat down. No sooner than that this tall dark handsome gentleman in business attire offers me a drink and says that he's been watching me dance and he definately likes what he sees. Furthermore he asks "What is a beautiful darling dashing lady like yourself doing in such a wonderful place such as this?" My reply was a straitforward "Well Baby this is a masquerade and I am a high class transvestite call-girl seeking prospective customers." adding "So whats a tall dark and handsome gentleman like yourself doing in such a place as this?". Ralph's face went from shock to a complete smile in the time span of a second. "Oh sweetheart whatever your rate is I want you're services for a long time so let's not waste one more micro-second on chit chat. Baby I've always wanted to make long delicious love to a tranny girl like you but until now have never had the chance. If you excuse my english....Let's get the fuck outta here!!". "MMMmmm teehee" I giggled and smiled at my sexy catch and after I grabbed my coat and purse we made with haste to the exit. Hailing a cab we drove to my appartment. While in the back seat Russel could not resist and he began carressing my long soft stockinged legs and reaching around to fondle my round sexy pantied ass. Russel also made no bones of kissing me and he placed a hot wet wonderful series of kisses to my full eager wanting lips. MMMmmm our tongues danced a long lusty waltz as Russ's hands began to wander up inside my mini dress. Luckily before things got too heated we pulled up to my driveway and we got out, tipped the driver and we ampled up to my apartment. Russ was so worked up that he hardly waited until my door was closed before he had me locked in an embrace, his hands now wandering my ass liberally. His lips again pressed to mine as we ezpress our lust and passion for one another. In no time I am wrestling with the zipper of his trousers as I feel a ripe hard specimen of manhood eager to break loose! Finally Russ's pants drop to the floor followed immediately by his boxer. Oh God I am thinking. This man is BUILT!! MMMmmm not so big but absolutely handsome in structure. About six and a half inches with a wonderfully strait veiny shaft and a completely gorgeous swollen velvety mushroom head! And oozing forth was a big bead of crystal-clear absolutely delicious looking pre-cum. Instinctively I pushed Russel onto the bed and I dove for that beautiful pole!! MMMMMmmmmm my hot eager tongue began to cover his yummy cockhead with long concentrated licks, kisses and sucks. At the same time I squeezed the base of his shaft to help coax along a plentyful supply of pre-cum. Russ let out a long satisfied groan as my face commenced to make love to his beautiful cock! MMMmmm after I was satisfied I had explored every yummy ridge of Russ's cock-head to it's utmost I decided on some severe shaft exploration. Oh God I covered his beautiful shaft with long slow licks and short fast licks and everything in between. By now Russ was oozing love juice profusely and I knew now was the time to mount him. I stood up and in one swoosh I undid and dropped my skirt and panties to the floor. Russel took off his shirt exposing his strong manly handsome chest as I moved to mount him. Then facing him and straddling him with my legs I lowered my eager hungry ass onto him. Oh God shivers went up my spine and all over my body as I commenced to completely wrap my tite wet hole around his wonderful cock! In no time Russ was sunk and he grabbed my soft hips to assist in filling me even deeper. After wiggling around awhile on his cock in complete heaven enjoying the feeling of his manhood gently thrashing around inside me I started to gently ride him. I placed my hands on Russ's sexy hairy chest and began to wiggle and bounce and ride my lover to my hearts content. It wasn't long however before I started to increase my speed and enthusiasm. Oh God Russel you feel sooo good baby!" I pant in delight. Meanwhile Russ was moaning and groaning and groping my hips like crazy! "Oh Yes!! Oh Yes Tracey god you feel sooooo good to. God I want to fuck you forever baby MMMmmmm oh Yes Yes!! I could tell that the moment was not far off. The moment when a girl's man showers her insides with his hot yummy life-giving seed!! Like a hot nynpho in heat I rode Russ like a pro bronco rider with a definate eagerness to win!! After a few more slams of my ass on his cock Russ let out an explosive moan! And an explosive orgasm!! MMMmmmm oh god I can feel now the incredible sensation of Russ's powerful cum-spurts. MMMMmmm Russ's wonderful swollen cock completely exploded deep inside me showering my love-hole with lovely wonderful creamy bullits!! MMMmmmm the sensation of his cum inside me was enough to send me into a complete orgasmic body orgasm par excellence!! Oh God my clitty never ever delivered so much clitty juice at once. MMMmm Cum poured not shot out of my 7-incher until I collapsed on top of Russel in a complete trance of feminine heavenly delight!!!! And that was just details of the first hot lust filled hour or so!!! There's way more to CUM girls!! Love you all! - Tracey!

Tracey

Hello Sisters, I am a Belgian TV of 40 years old. If I want to change I go to an hotel. I enter the room with my suitcase full of "fem delights". First I remove all my male clothes and dress with a v-string. Afterward I put on a thong and matching bra with tiger print. I fill my bra with silicone breasts. Then I put on my black garter belts and matching black sheer panties. Then I put on a blouse with tiger print and a very short black shiny leather shirt just covering my ass. Then it is time to wear my black leather boots with high patent heels. Then I wiggle on my high heels super sexy to the mirror to apply my make-up. First I apply a layer of brown foundation followed by powder. With an eye pe,ncil deep black I accentuate the inner and outer lining of my eyes followed by deep blue eye shadow, eye liner black at my upper eye lid followed with athick coat of mascara which makes my lashes very long and super sexy. Then I line my lips with deep red lip liner and colour the remaining of the lips with pink metallic lipstick followed by deep red blush on my cheeks. After thet I apply very long fake nails type French manicure. I put on then my shoulder length long blond wig. I finish with gold coluored dangling ear rings and choker. At every finger I add one ring. Then I look in the mirror and see a sexy blond desirable lady that takes hear black leather coat and black leather curse. Afterwards I leave the hotel and drive my car to a shopping mall. I park and walk in the mall with swaying hips so that every guy sees me. The sound of my clicking hells makes me feel a real woman.This gives me a kick. When I decide to have a refreshment, I enter one of the bars and order a coffee at the waiter. Then I open my purse and take a long brown 120 Santos-Dumont cigarette and light it. Wow Man, I feel like a woman !!

sabrina

Joan that was well said....you must be a beautiful