It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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There is a nice Headline given to the post "Mistress Writes". I am Priya the leading women of our relationship. Things have not been so smooth in our relationship, it didn't go according to plan totally but both of us are doing our best to maintain it. During the spring of my freshman year at college I was completely obsessed with a girl in my Early American Lit class. All I knew about her was that her name was Anne and she didn’t much care for the poetry of Philip Freneau. I asked her out a few times after class, but my advances didn’t interest her. After a few rejections I didn’t bother anymore, but unfortunately I couldn’t get her out of my mind so easily. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said.

But perhaps the most significant impact has been the sense of community and connection I’ve found through sharing my crossdressing stories. I’ve connected with others who share similar experiences, and together, we’ve created a space of understanding and acceptance. It’s a real testament to their genuine friendliness and understanding that we somehow got onto the subject of crossdressing without even realising it. Suddenly I was chatting away quite openly about myself and what I was hoping to get from my visit. Andy (aka Sophie) was a great listener, understanding and supportive, but above all, he was an amazing confidence booster! 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 One day, I was alone in the house. My parents had went to a party the night before and both of them were off to work that day. I had a holiday break after completing my school exam. I went into my parent’s bedroom to find if there was any mom’s clothes I could try on. I don’t know what got over me. I am really sorry Jody. I promise.. I will never do this again.” I answered, almost about to cry.

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.’) 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. Mikey and Tony were Sigma Nu fraternity brothers. One Friday night they were pounding beers at Bart’s, a dive bar located just off-campus, when they spied a very attractive young lady playing a game of pool nearby. Remember the first dress I bought in a store. The embarrassment when the man on the till held it up high and shouted across to another store worker to ask the price!! Part of me though is quite thrilled when I think that people suspect.

Aunt Marilyn, showed me around and where everything was. Then we left, to go for fish and chips, to eat at Tally’s. On return, aunt took a shower, and offered me to take one after her, which I did, to freshen up. 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.

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Today we’re blessed to share in cross dresser success stories from two ladies. They may have many year’s between them, but their spirit of joy in their crossdressing success is shared. Toni’s Cross Dresser Success Story: Crossdressing All My Life For me it started in my early teens. I discovered masturbation (wow what a joy!) and womens legs became of particular fascination to me. God they looked so smooth and sexy, how I longed to touch them, to see if they felt as soft as I imagined. 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. thinking how she got parted from her parents how she lost her mother and now finally god had given her a family in return. As she was lost in her thoughts she heard the foot steps of her husband. Butterflies in her stomach she went near her husband and touched his feet. She knew about traditions and followed them. I nearly spent a month already as the DIL of house, during this period I got used to all household activities. I used to dress like an unmarried girl in a salwar kameez. But also learned to wear saree properly during this period my MIL helped me a lot. She had made it clear once I get married. I will have to dress as a typical bahu of the house. Pallu over my head, big nosering which she had already given to me and each and every jewellery. Soon my husband was to come home after completing her studies. And she told me to come in my best possible looks when we go to receive her. I was so excited I wanted to please my husband. I wanted to look sexy in saree. I actually showed my navel and wore big earrings, not to forget the nosering, glossy lips. Indeed I was looking more sexy than beautiful. She kept looking at me in amazement. Probably she would have never imagined I could transform into such ravishing girl.

After each performer did their number, they got to choose a person from the crowd to have a drink with them. When the dancer I was talking to finished her dance, she walked over to me, took me by the hand, and led me to the floor in front of the crowd. She introduced me and told everyone that this was my first time out. Everyone cheered and I even took a bow just for the fun of it. Then we went to get our drink and I got another hug. I can say I never felt more alive than I did that night! Since childhood, I was always fascinated by women’s clothing. I used to secretly put on my step mother’s dress s and liked feeling pretty and girly. I tried to stop those urges but it only grew bigger. It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had.

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Good, now that’s like my good little brother. But there is also one other thing I want you to do.” She said.