It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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One day my whole family was going on a trip to one of our relatives. I somehow managed to stay behind, saying I have a few tasks to finish. It was a great opportunity to take the whole house to myself. So my parents left and I was so excited to get dressed. I really wanted to wear a full make-up from head to toe and spend as much time as a girl. I started getting ready without wasting time. I started with makeup, then undergarments and a pink bodycon dress that I recently brought in. I finished my transformation with a blonde wig, pantyhose and high heels. It was surprising to see my reflection in the mirror as a girl. I thought I looked cute. Caleb’s sentence was cut off as June-May suddenly burst into tears. Caleb shuffled over to put his arm around her. She gasped to catch her breath in between her heaving sobs. And then the front door opened! My heart raced. I looked around the room and there was literally no escape apart from breaking the window and jumping out. I could tell from the footsteps that it was my dad and he was on his way in. I’m a crossdresser, and have been most of my life, in one form or another. Now, as I’m older and a widower, I can make up for all those times I missed. I now dress freely around the house. I’m learning to use make-up and generally all those things that I’ve missed out on. I’m having some success, however, I realize that I’ll never pass as a woman. For me, that’s no big deal, I just enjoy being myself.

I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart. I was told to stand up in the middle of the room and raise my arms out to my side and hold them there and not move, my mind was racing and thinking lo...

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protest, but then remembered it will be of no use she had full authority over me. And then there were two fingers going in and out. I When Jivesh arrived at the airport he saw girl dressed in a light blue saree, he knew it was Natasha from very far. He approached near her both of them hugged each other. Natasha was looking like a Indian girl, she had even pierced her nose to impress her MIL. Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat.

I was interested in crossdressing since my teenage. After moving for job I regularly used to dress as a girl on my off days. It uses to please me a lot I used to feel satisfied, it gave me immense pleasure. I always used to dream of getting married as a bride. Normal days I used to go to work but whenever I got the chance to crossdress I used to enjoy it fully. and started responding to her moves. She was spanking me in between her moves. It was just a beginning of my womanhood I knew I had to satisfy her like this for my whole life now After we both got exhausted we rested on bed. I woke up and just had an incredible urge to dress how I always wanted as a woman. It was so overwhelming and strong that I had no control over it, so... All too soon, however, it was over. I stayed around a bit longer talking to new friends as well as more of the performers. I thanked them all for making my first time out so special. I drove home riding on a cloud of joy promising myself to make this a regular part of my life going forward. When I was 18, I spent the summer working as an intern at an import/export company. My boss there was an older man named John Charleston, who began every sentence with ‘Hmmm,’ and used the word ‘penultimate’ to mean ‘beyond ultimate.’ (‘Hmmm, Kenneth, this is the penultimate cheesecake. Hmmm? Just try one bite.’)

I am sending you two pictures taken last year and I hope to hear from you or any other person that would like to talk about dressing or would like to meet and dress. Toni Shannon’s Transgender Accomplishment: The Next Step So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand. And did we! I had no time at all to be nervous, and anyway, Sophie is so confident and experienced that I always felt in totally safe hands. She seems to know just about everyone in Brighton. The Restaurant, bars, clubs – we were greeted like old friends wherever we went and people were incredibly friendly, open, intelligent, liberal…. and always massively complimentary! It seems that Brighton’s huge LBGT family means that anyone loosely under the ‘T’ banner will always be completely welcomed. Aunt Marilyn: “Now, when you need to use the bathroom, you will sit down to pee. You are now my niece, a girl. We are going to have such fun, while you are here. Oh you’re going to see some change in you. ”

I ran to get tissues to clean it all up. That was stupid of me! But for some reason, thinking of myself as a girl made me really turned on, and made me climax so easily! I wanted to be with a girl so much, but this was exciting too. I would just do both. If I could get Lynn, my crush, to go out with me, I’d still do this in my spare time. Perhaps, I could get some of her panties too. Then I’d be wearing *her* clothes. Now *that* sounded really exciting to me! Over the next few weeks, I kept dressing up. Sometimes with just the panties, but sometimes in full outfit. I stole a pair of pantyhose from the laundry room, and started wearing those too. worse day by day. One day she called Nitesh and told before dying she wanted to see Nitesh as girl. She handed all of her savings so Nitesh could do surgery. Nitesh didn't want to disappoint her at afterall it was her who gave him new life in this unknown land. So Nitesh decided to go for a SRS, after consulting with doctor he fixed the date. Finally the surgery was performed and after surgery it looked as if Nitesh was born as a girl. Everything looked so normal it was amazing that a guy looked so beautiful. Within a month after his surgery his mother died. But before dying she gave him a new name "Natasha". It was very hard time for Natasha specially she was left alone now with her caretaker no more there. Soon she faced financial problems, she had a house to live but had to find a job for herself. She struggled here and there but was unable to find a proper job. But after initial search she found onerestaurant who offered the job of waitress toglamorousfemales. She faced the interview was got selected for the job. We started to look at our relationship with new dimension straight after our marriage and finally we thought it was what both of us wanted. There are so many things to take care of we want this to be extremely personal. At home I call him Anjali just to remind him of his status. I want to make him wear something that reminds him of me, few people around the world use nose rings but it is not possible for us as our's is behind closed door relationship. It's upto me to decide what he will be wearing but I haven't yet found the suitable item. Mainly on Sundays I make him a complete women, I make him wear everything from noserings to anklets. It acts as a perfect dose for whole week. We have even agreed upon spanking if necessary but I am bit hesitant to use it. On our wedding night though I gave him few just as a reminder that I am in charge. Since than it has been almost three weeks and he has been a pretty well housewife I should say, I have been forgiving for small mistakes as he is still learning. I had no idea what to do. Literally just froze. He also had no idea what to do and froze. After a few seconds he said “hey, whatcha doing?”. To which I replied “not much, going to take a nap actually”. My name is Toni and I have been a crossdresser most of my life and I just turned 65. My wife knows about my dressing – but hates it – so I dress when ever she gone or out of town. I have been out on the town dressed and I do love to dress with other men that are cross dressers. The challenge I have when dressed is that I stand 6’1” tall and love to wear high heels. This means I stand out when going to Walmart, but most people just don’t pay any attention and they love the lady in high heels and short skirts.

Not yet. Let’s wait a minute,’ Mikey said. He motioned for the bartender to bring them two more beers. The boys stared in silence as the beers arrived. Well we sat down to a meal and my aunt slept over that night, so we made an early start in the morning. Once all together I headed for the club. I was excited about being out and not at all nervous. I was even able to drive in my heels. Then to my horror, my aunt’s voice at the door, saying, ” if you like it so much, why not put it on.”