JESSICA'S STORY

This is the story of how Jessica gave her first college lecture. I am 41 yeas old and have been cross-dressing on and off since high school. After several career changes I decide it was time to re-enter college and to get a degree in broadcast journalism. In May of 2003 I was taking a Sex and Gender class and accidentally let it slip on first day of class that I had some cross-dressing experience, while answering a question about how long it takes for a woman to apply make-up the. (My answer was a resounding 30 minutes.) After class I informed the instructor that not only did I have past experience but that I still do cross-dress. She asked me if I would be willing to attend class as Jessica and give a lecture on why I cross-dress. I agreed. On May 23,2003 Jessica gave a PowerPoint presentation on cross-dressing. Her story was very well received. Before giving the lecture I e-mailed one of my friends who had tried to get Jessica to attend classes. I informed her that Jessica wan not only going to attend a class but was also to give a lecture. The following is her e-mail back. 'Wow, congratulations! That should be a fun class. I'm proud of you for agreeing to do it. Is this a topic that is normally discussed each semester, or is it something that the professor added once you revealed that you cross dress?' The instructor does talk about cross-dressing every time she teaches the Sex and Gender class and I have agreed to give the lecture again next fall. She also wanted to know if I had a lecture prepared. I informed the class that I had been cross-dressing since high school and told them about several events that have happened to me. Here is part of what I shared with them. After earning my first college degree in 1986, I got my first job for a small computer keyboard manufacture in Kimball, Nebraska. One day, another engineer and I mentioned that we have not seen the production floor manager for some time. Our secretary, Gail, informed us that he had been fired. When we asked hew how she knew, she informed us that if we would attend the Wednesday morning breakfast club we would be able to what was happening in the company.

The only problem, we would have to come dressed as girls. For two weeks she kept reminding me that I needed to attend the breakfast club in a dress. I have to admit that I did chicken out the first week after pulling into a parking spot in front of the restaurant. The next week I waited until Gail had entered the restaurant. As I walked in I overheard her saying that I had chickened out again. The others told her turn around and she surprised to see me standing their, in a nice light blue dress. Since this incident I have appeared in a dress on Halloween, both at work and at square dances. I have also attended an office Christmas party wearing a nice black holiday dress with my nails done. I also informed the class that I have been kicked out of the Men's Restroom while dressed as Jessica on Halloween and that real women have asked me if I needed to go and that it was ok to use the ladies room. In fact they usually need to use the facilities as well and usually go in together. Although not asked during the lecture I have been asked about restroom usage, my usual answer is that it is just as unnatural for Jessica to use the man's room as it would be for my male self to use the ladies. The day after the lecture, I received this e-mail from one on my Sex and Gender Classmates. 'I just wanted to thank you so much for doing your presentation yesterday to the class. It was very interesting and it was great to meet Jessica! When you told us that that was your first presentation on that particular subject I was shocked! You did so good I thought you had done that a thousand times! You were calm collected and looked wonderful too! I thank you again for sharing your experience with me, I have always believed that the more people who learn about stuff they don't know the more accepting everyone will be to each other. I hope to see Jessica in the future on campus.' During June, I was enrolled in another class. As part of that class we were assigned parts of a play to read. Not knowing that I cross-dress, the instructor assigned a female role to me. He also assigned male roles to several of the women in that class. We were informed that we could 'play' the part. So on the day that we were to read the play, Jessica attended a class, the second time in three weeks. In both cases, I was scheduled to work in the Media Production office after class, and I did not have time to change. I was pleased to discover that Jessica was received well and made to feel welcomed at work. Jessica Cox.

Jayne's Story

Hello. You may have read my earlier true life experience in Jayne’s Story. Well, that was quite a long time ago, and things have changed a lot since then.

Although Marion and I were together for 7 years, we eventually parted as i always wanted to dress as a woman. I knew deep down that I was more than just a transvestite, and have wanted to be a girl for as long as i can remember. Even in junior school, I had a friend called Paula, and i was often invited to stay at her house. We would play with her dolls, and she would get me to wear her clothes, which I loved.

Her mother thought nothing of it, thinking I suppose only that ‘children will play’. If I stayed the night I would wear a nightie of Paula’s to bed. We had some fun times, as two girls playing girls’ games.

I would often try on my sister’s clothes at home – although big for me, I stillwore them. I would borrow my mum’s tights, and wear them whenever i could, and underwear too from my sister’s room. I even dared to put on nail varnish, but that ended in disaster, as I loved it so much I lost track of the time and my mum and dad came home. I changed, but had no time to remove the varnish. I made out that I had had an accident and it had spilled it on me. My father was not impressed and mum just removed it for me, and no more was said. I was about 12 then.

My early teens involved me still experimenting. At about 14, my cousin was staying with me, while her parents and mine went out to bingo for the afternoon. We were playing board games, and I brought the conversation around to girls clothes, and how it must be great to be able to wear skirts and dresses. She bet me I wouldn’t dare wear them myself, and of course I took her up on the bet.

I had borrowed a few items of my sisters before they had left home which now fitted me, and I had this nice blue skirt and white blouse in my room. I hurriedly changed into it and went downstairs to my cousin. She thought it was quite funny, but I stayed dressed and we carried on playing, unaware of the time. A car pulled up on the driveway, and our parents arrived home. I hurridly tried to change, and hid the clothes in the toilet downstairs. I made it just in time.

The next day I was confronted by my father holding the skirt and blouse in his hands, and demanding to know what was going on. He was furious, insinuating I had sexually interferred with Debbie. I was in tears, and said I liked wearing girls clothes, and wanted to be a girl. He stormed out of the house.

Mum comforted me, and spoke to me and I told her how i felt. She was very understanding and supportive, and has been to this day. She has been a real diamond. My father did not speak to me for ages. Mum tried to reason with him to no avail. He told my elder brother about it, thinking he would be horrified, but he came to see me a couple of days later to talk to me about it. He was married and had told his wife, and they said I could stay with them for a long weekend, and I could dress as a girl!

I had got a few clothes, and we made arrangments for the following weekend. My brother, said to be ready, dressed, Friday evening when our parents were out, and he would pick me up.

I was wearing a red dress that I loved, and some shoes I had brought a while back from a mail order catalogue. When the doorbell rang I was very nervous, but he said I looked nice. I had a wig of my mothers that she never wore, so looked fairly feminine.

I only took one set of male clothes to come home in, for my fathers sake, so he would not suspect – other than that I had my few girls clothes. I had a great weekend. My brothers wife put some make up on me which made the wig look much better, and we even went out shopping for a few hours!

They bought me some new clothes from a cheap shop – I loved them – and a few other bits. Monday came all too soon though, and I had to go home.

My father blotted out the incident with my cousin and nothing was ever said about it again. Things were a bit awkward for a few weeks but he eventually started talking to me again, although things were always a bit strained from then on.

I began to build up quite a collection of clothing, as I was doing a paper round and other jobs. Mum helped out as well, and even took me to get a wig, saying it was for a school play in which I had to play a girl! The shop assistant said that we would probably not want one that made me look too much like a girl, but mum said no, it had to be as authentic as possible, and I needed to look as much like a girl as possible. She was great.

She brought me a lovely wig which really did help transform me. She even came shopping for clothes with me, helping to purchase underwear for myself. She helped me buy my first real bra! I carried on dressing for many years, purchasing make-up as well, until I met Marion.

She came to live at our house – she worked at the same place I did, and was looking for a place to stay. One thing led to another, and we started a relationship. One day she came across my female clothing… I said it was my sister’s, but did not think she believed it. A few weeks later, she suggested I try on her clothes for a laugh, which I happily did, and I then told her I liked wearing female clothing. She said she had guessed by the clothes I had said were my sisters. She started to help me dress up occassionally.

We moved away from home, and it became more regular. This is where my other story came in.

As I have said, it was more than just occasional. I needed to dress and be a woman more and more, and eventually we parted. We’d had children together, and she felt that things could not go on that way, as I was getting moody and depressed if not dressed. I moved back home with my Mum.

My father had passed away two years previously, so it was just me and my mum. I was still dressing on and off, but the feelings were getting much stronger in me and I knew I really needed to be a woman. Mum was, and is, very supportive and said I could dress as I pleased, which made life so much easier.

I unfortunately became quite ill in late 1998, and was off work for 6 months, with severe fatigue as my doctor diagnosed. I was working on the Railway at the time as a train driver. I did return to work, but fell ill again within 5 months, and was sacked from the now privatised railway in August 1999. I was suffering from anxiety, fatigue and depression. I could not return to work for more than a year. I now have a job in retail – though not paying well, its a job, and i am looking for something more.

Around then is also the time that I started living full-time as a woman, other than at work. I long to tell them that I want to change my sex, but as I have not been there very long, cannot at the moment. I have yet to approach my doctor, but will do so very soon, so I can see about the change, as i am so much happier while in my female role and my health is much better. I know I still have a long way to go, but living full time is a great relief for me, and I go out all the time as Jayne.

Most of my family know of me, and a few friends. Just three good friends do not know the real me yet, but I will have to tell them soon, as it is only fair for both them and myself also.

I long for the day when I can hopefully become a full woman, and will be striving to my goal. I have recently made two very good and supportive friends from Peterborough, and if you are reading this, I would like to say a big thank you Marteena and Debbie. Thanks so much for your love and support. I can not express how much it has meant to me.

I hope i have not bored you all too much, but writing my experiences down helps to make me feel better in myself, and maybe someone may be able to find some similarities in their own experiences to mine.

I wish everyone well, and thank you for reading.

Love and best wishes, Jayne

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A total of eighty tranny hopefuls had originally entered the competition, half coming from London and half from the North West of England. But by the time it came to the grand final, the budding beauty queens had been narrowed down to just six.

The final was a star-studded occasion, with Ruby Wax as compare and actress Patsy Palmer among the judges. For the three rounds, Davina wore a long lacy halter-top and hot pants; then changed into a schoolgirl outfit, and finally into a glittery long dress.

She proved to be a sensation. As one of the judges remarked during her televised interview, “You’re just so lovely and dainty and feminine!”.

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Back at home in Romford, Essex, Davina is David Willis -the typical boy next door. His family knows all about his feminine side, and their reaction is mixed. His brother wont hide his open disapproval, but mum and dad are far more relaxed.

“Dad used to work in Soho, so he’s seen it all before,” said David. “They watched me in the contest and they really thought it was great.”

With her blond hair, long legs and and a body that slips into a size 12 dress and size 7 shoes, the 5’9″ tall Davina has a natural-born femininity. It’s hard to believe she has only been out in public for just over a year.

David had first started dressing in his mum’s clothes when he was about eight, in a domestic scenario behind locked doors that must be familiar to many of us. Later, he progressed to chancing putting on make-up when he got home from school and had the house to himself.

When he was 17, he took his first step outside, and has never looked back…

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HE WORE LINGERIE TO WORK

Nervously, he kept checking his watch – was it time yet? He was checking nearly every minute. Reminded that he was in lingerie with every little move he would make while listening to his supervisor give a presentation on the latest upgrade in the business servers, blah-blah. The smooth thigh high stockings and the garter snaps gripped his legs, making them tingle every time he moved in his chair. In addition, the lacy panties he had on were so much more snug than his normal boxer briefs. It took all his concentration to keep his cock from going stiff. The pleasure of wearing and the torture of keeping it a secret mixed to make him turned on yet unable to act.

Finally, it was time. He had met this guy online and they had chatted a bunch. Some innocent chat at first – nothing more than sharing some experience of being a man that liked to wear lingerie. Over time, it became more and more sexual. Discussion of fantasies became common, to the point where they were both getting turned on.

Nearly a week prior, it finally happened. They both had grown to hot to keep it to themselves anymore, they wanted to meet and all it took was one of them to muster the guts to ask. The plan was simple, meet near a motel to talk and see if they were real about what they had said about what they look like and what their intentions were. If it all seemed good, perhaps they could get a room and play.

These are guys that fly under the radar. Masculine men that enjoy wearing. Likely, they both started as teens with mom’s things – or sisters. Perhaps they were invited to play dress up with an older sister or mom needed someone to wear something she was trying to sew together. Regardless, these men liked wearing the lingerie that they saw sexy women in porno magazines wear and it turned them on. They not only wanted women in it, they wanted to wear it too.

When a man starts wearing – he finds that it’s amazing how soft it feels. How inherently sexy it all feels – and how hot it looks to see it in the mirror. The fantasies grow over time from wanting women to looking for those that accept the fact that they wear. Invariably, they move on to men like them and connect via the internet. The kindred souls they meet share similar stories and can identify with the fetish they’ve developed. It’s only natural that some gay sexual desires grow for these men – the oddest part is that it only seems to be present when lingerie is on. When not dressed, these men wouldn’t look twice at another guy. Put a cock in panties, and they can’t resist looking!

The hardest part for all of these men is that they are typically married, family men. Men that haven’t screwed around before, men that are loving and don’t want a divorce or separation of any kind. They just want someone to share the fetish with, and if the wife is not into it, then they will simply bury the feelings until they cannot be ignored.

Today was his day. He walked out of the office right on his schedule. It was nearly lunch time and it would be easy to get out of the office for a few hours, claiming lunch and a meeting with a client. The entire drive seemed like a blur as his mind raced – today he would meet a friend. This person had shared intimate desires with him on the web, would the same happen when they met?

The motel was a typical budget type place. Not a chain, but not a total dive either. His heart raced as he closed the door to his car and locked it. Looking around as if he thought someone he knew might recognize him, though it was a remote possibility. Stepping into the lobby, he saw him right away. Nearly exactly what he thought of when he had the description. Nervous and nearly shaking, he approached and was met with a similarly excited but nervous person.

The chit chat was superficial. At best, it was a verbal confirmation that each was not a crazy person who intended to do anything that was not on the up and up.

Within moments, one asked if they should get a room. It was agreed and they made their way to the room they had ordered. Both men played it cool but were nervous. The door to the room opened and they entered. Locking it and leaving the outside world behind them – entering a fantasy world that had only existed online for so very long.

They weren’t gay, kissing and making out was not part of the agreement. Instead, they continued to talk for a few moments before one finally volunteered to undress a little to make the situation lighter. As if it was a fantasy, he removed his clothes so his now real friend could watch him go from masculine guy to panty wearer. For the first time in his life, his secret was out; here he stood in a pair of panties, garter, stockings and cami top. His friend smiled and commented that he had no idea that he was wearing – it was amazing. Their cocks both swelled right away, lust was taking over.

The other was quick to follow and soon they stood facing one another, two men in almost matching lingerie. Following a long pause where they looked at each other, the two embraced. The feel of man on man, covered in sheer lingerie was amazing. The heat of a body that was strong, yet dressed femme was a rush. The awkward feel of a hard cock pressing back was a first for both. They breathed deep as they turned and hugged, each resting a chin on the other’s shoulder. Bodies held close and panties now rubbing together as two gave into the feelings they had hidden for so long.

Instinct took over, hands rubbed down and around, grabbing behinds in panties. Legs rubbed, although now it was legs that both wore hose, causing an exciting friction. Small gasps and moans began to rise as they felt new pleasure. Both men started moving together, grinding on each other in a slow sexual motion.

One kissed the other’s shoulder. The tingle moved like a shock wave through the other. Both men kissed the other’s shoulders – not out of bounds by what they had discussed prior to meeting – kissing on the lips was not going to happen unless something was changed.

After what seemed like an eternity, one broke the embrace and faced his new friend. His hands on the others hips, he asked if he could touch him. A smile was all he needed in response as his hands rubbed the front of the others panties. Groaning, he closed his eyes as he felt a strong male hand feel his cock. Rub it. Caress it. Squeeze it. Both men felt hotter from this fondling.

His cock was so hard and all of these sensations made him want more. Being felt up by a stranger was not on his mind, getting off was. His new friend could sense this as well – and passion overtook any caution that had occupied them to this point. Silently, he slid to his knees, as if on automatic pilot his body assumed the role of pleasure giver.

Looking at his new friend sinking to his knees made him shiver with anticipation. Watching his cock emerge from the panties and move closer and closer to this stranger’s mouth. Open, wanting and hungry, this mouth had never attempted such a thing and now there were no second thoughts – it was happening right at this moment. Time stood still as he watched his cock enter this cherry mouth. As the sensations caught him, he let out a deep moan – the pleasure of a warm, wet mouth on his cock was something he had long gone without from his wife. Add in the fact that it was with a fellow lingerie wearer and the sensations were even greater.

His knees shook from the pleasure he was receiving both physically and visually. The sight of this man in panties now wantonly sucking on his cock overtook his personality and he found his hands making the way to the back of his friends head. Not in a show of force but in a gentle instruction, he helped this man suck him at a pace and to a depth that gave him the most pleasure.

For a novice, this man was doing very well. He was able to take most of the cock in his mouth, gagging slightly when it reached the sensitive part of his throat. Quickly though, he figured out how far to go and how to apply pressure with his lips and tongue to this cock. It felt so good and natural to do this he could only thing about how hot the sounds of the moans from his friend made him want to do more to get him off. His own cock was rock hard in his panties. Using his hands to heighten the experience by playing with the balls that hung low and grip the one of the nylon clad thighs.

It was not meant to last long. First time, white hot passion was too much to make it a long lasting experience. He found that his cock was too eager to reward this novice cocksucker. He couldn’t speak, only moans of pleasure as he felt his orgasm grow and build until he couldn’t hold back. It was time to consummate this new found relationship.

Kneeling and sucking a cock was not what he had expected to do but desire had drawn him to this point where he was now in lingerie with a stranger and sucking on a hard cock in a hotel room. Not only was he doing this willingly but he was completely turned on as he sucked a cock with hands on his head – encouraging him to play the role of a sissy cocksucker. He felt the cock in his mouth become steely hard – he felt the legs of his friend grow tense; it was time for the orgasm.

This cock exploded in his mouth. A torrent of cum shot with enough force to flow straight down his throat. A loud moan filled the room as the cock shot over and over. He did his best to swallow the cum as it was given to him. It felt so natural, so right to suck on a cock and make it cum – swallowing the reward.

Looking down, he watched as his cock throbbed and shot hot cum. This man kneeling before him sucked on it with intent to keep it all. He groaned each time his cum spurted, finally letting out a long groan as he was spent.

Savoring this flavor of cum straight from another’s cock, he continued sucking. The cock in his mouth was still hard, yet spent of its load.

Both men relaxed as the passion and desire subsided for the first time they had been together. Stepping back, he looked down to see something that he found incredibly sexy, a man who had just sucked him off in lingerie. They smiled as they looked at one another – silently agreeing that what they had just done was fully consensual.

Licking his lips – he told his lover how hot it was to suck and how good it felt.

Surprised by his desire, he offered to return the favor. He had never thought of doing something like this up until this moment.

But he was giving in to desire the entire day and was afraid of letting the opportunity pass him by.

Motioning for his friend to stand he pointed to the bed and asked the other to sit. Following the instruction, he rose and sat on the bed. Watching as the other knelt between his legs. Placing his hands on the nylon clad legs, spreading them wide to gain access. His hands felt the cock in the panties and rubbed it to elicit a moan from his lover.

Rationally, this was not his character – he was not gay – at least not in his mind but at this moment, he felt like it was the perfect thing to do. He pulled the panties aside so he had access to the cock before him without taking them off his lover. Opening his mouth, the cock sprung free and he took it in as quickly as he could.

Watching his cock pop free and immediately disappear into a hot mouth was incredible. Unlike how he had sucked on cock, this was urgent, as if to attack. The sucking was intense and deep. He was caught off guard and found himself moaning – with a femme sound – much like a whimper rather than a mans moan. Quickly he found himself in rhythm with the sucking. His hand on the back of his lovers head, his hips rocking in sync, he was literally fucking a mans face.

It was amazing how easy he found sucking. His desire had caused him to go after the cock like a cock hungry sissy slut. He was sucking on it hard and fast and taking it surprisingly deep – as if he was meant to do it.

The sucking was fast and deep – the most erotic feelings the two men had ever felt. The reward was the reciprocal orgasm which was already close.

He had wished he could last longer but he also wanted to cum in the worst way. His cock was no match for the hard sucking it was subjected too. For the first time in his life, he came literally by surprise. He had no warning – he thought he was close but not this close and he cried out with a shriek as his cock exploded.

The blast filled his mouth and he moaned deeply as he greedily sucked it all up. It was the most amazing feeling, bringing a man off with your mouth. He felt so good, like a sissy should when doing his job. He sucked it dry just as his had been moments earlier.

This time, they both nearly collapsed as they had finally been drained of the sexual energy they had brought to the room.

Lying back on the bed, he looked up at the ceiling….wondering what was to happen next. Was he expected to go back to his “normal” life, his wife and his family? Was this a secret that he would be forced to continue to keep? As he thought about this, his lover got up from the floor and joined him on the bed. With a surprise, the other lay on top of him and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Tongues met and they made out with a long kiss.

Finally breaking the kiss, they looked at each other with a long silent stare and slowly growing smiles on each of their faces. They kissed again – though they had agreed that they would not kiss – breaking down the walls that they had agreed on.

The End

Magnus Hirschfeld was interested in the study of a wide variety of sexual and erotic urges, at a time when the early taxonomy of sexual identity labels was still being formed. His scientific work extended that of Karl Heinrich Ulrichs and influenced Havelock Ellis and Edward Carpenter. He often visited bars in Berlin catering to gays and transvestites as he researched the first-ever book on transgenderism, Die Transvestiten (1910).

In 1921 Hirshfeld organised the First Congress for Sexual Reform, which led to the formation of the World League for Sexual Reform. Congresses were held in Copenhagen (1928), London (1929), Vienna (1930), and Brno (1932). Hirschfeld was both quoted and caricatured in the press as a vociferous expert on sexual manners, receiving the epithet "the Einstein of Sex". He saw himself as a campaigner and a scientist, investigating and cataloguing many varieties of sexuality, not just homosexuality. He coined the word "transvestism," for example. Although he preferred to project himself as an objective researcher and scientist, Hirschfeld himself was gay and a transvestite, and participated in the gay subculture of Germany.

For these activities, he gained the epithet "Tante Magnesia" - "Auntie Magnesia." In 1919, under the more liberal atmosphere of the newly founded Weimar Republic, Hirschfeld opened the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft (Institute for Sexual Research) in Berlin. His Institut housed his immense library on sex and provided educational services and medical consultations. People from around Europe visited the Institut to gain a clearer understanding of their sexuality.

Christopher Isherwood writes about his and Auden's visit to the Institut in his book Christopher and His Kind. The Institut also housed the Museum of Sex, an educational resource for the public which is reported to have been visited by school classes. The Institut and Hirschfeld's work there is depicted in the documentary film The Einstein of Sex. When the Nazis took power, one of their first actions, on May 6, 1933, was to destroy the Institut and burn the library. The press-library pictures & archival newsreel film of Nazi book-burnings seen today are usually pictures of Hirschfeld's library ablaze. Fortuitously, at that time Hirschfeld was away from Germany on a world speaking tour. He never returned to Germany, dying in exile in Nice in 1935.

Real Life Transgender Stories

I was living at home with my parents, and sister Paula who is two years older than myself; tall, slim, dark haired and beautiful. With her being that little bit older, her body having filled out with womanly curves, we appeared to be about the same physical size, apart from the bumps that is.

I had always admired Paula, both as a sister and more lately as a woman, and for quite some time I had harboured ideas that I wanted to look like her, be like her, and horror of horrors, dress like her. In those days of the mid 1960’s cross dressing was virtually unheard of and one never saw a man dressed as a woman as we do nowadays.

We were not a particularly shy family and our parents were quite liberal in their attitudes towards sex, nudity, and life in general. When we had problems they were always available to talk them through, as was Paula, but still I dared not approach any of them with the sort of problem that had manifested itself in my mind, and which was growing daily.

Paula used to do her make up sat at the dressing table in her bedroom, usually clad just in her undies which varied as to what she was doing that day or evening. I used to sit on her bed and we’d chat like brother and sister do, but all the time I was watching what she wore and how she wore it, noting which type of make up she used and how she applied it, and wishing I could do the same. She nearly always wore stockings and suspenders, or hold up stockings as this was the time before the era of practical but non-sexy tights. That evening her outfit was all silky pink. She looked stunning, and she must have noticed me ogling her as I saw a smile on her face reflected in the dressing table mirror.

Trying to be nonchalant about the whole scene I tried to prise my eyes away and look elsewhere, but they always returned to Paula’s suspenders and panties, and her knowing smile in the mirror. I knew then that I could no longer resist the urge to try on some of her underwear and was determined that this would be the night, as Paula was seeing a new boyfriend and our parents were going to the theatre. I was to be alone for the whole evening.

An hour later they had all gone, leaving me with a “take care now” from our parents and a kiss on the cheek from Paula with the words, “Be a good boy Andy, won’t you?”

Did she know then what I was planning ? The female sex were supposed to be perceptive I thought, but quickly dismissed the idea as the excitement in me grew. A whole evening alone with the chance to try on all my sister’s outfits was an opportunity not to be missed at any price!

I rushed upstairs into Paula’s room and stripped naked before the dressing table mirror, looking at my manliness and wondering why nature had chosen me to be male when I knew different, feeling sad just then as there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

It seemed that Paula spent most of her money on undies as there were three draws full of panties, bras, stockings and suspender belts of different colours and materials, and a basque. All were neatly folded and I wondered if she knew precisely where they should all be. Probably not I thought, pulling out a nice white pair of silky French knickers and sliding them on.

Mmmm, this felt wonderful, the silky feel on my body just like the touch of feminine fingers caressing my loins. Next was a choice of suspenders, but I’d forgotten whether they went over or under the knickers, finally deciding on underneath them. Now for a bra. Picking one out to match was easy, but getting the thing hooked up was quite difficult and took some time and it looked somewhat silly, so I padded it out with some of Paula’s Pop socks.

Sitting there at her dressing table I began to make myself up with Paula’s kit. Starting at the top I applied mascara to the eyebrows and eyelashes, then a light blue to my eyelids, and some very deep red lipstick on my lips. Looking at the vision in the mirror it became apparent that there was an art to making up ones face which I sadly lacked, but the overall effect of wearing make up and sexy underwear was beginning to stir my senses and I noticed a growing bulge in an area where girls do not have bulges.

Not knowing when the opportunity to dress like this would present itself again I stripped off those undies and tried on some more. That wonderful evening passed on in this manner until I had tried on virtually every piece of little silky things that Paula possessed, the excitement mounting more and more with everything I took off and replaced with some other girlie garments, until I donned the last pair of panties, which seemed a little tighter than the rest, their tightness seeming to hold me like no others when I moved.

I decided further movement would end in disaster and so I stood still, arms across my breasts, looking deep into the mirror. Well, the inevitable happened as I knew it would and I had an “accident” in Paula’s favourite panties! When that was over I had to wash them clean, dry and iron them and replace them before Paula or our parents returned, and it was getting late by that time. Trouble was brewing.

How I managed to achieve all this, and replace Paula’s undie drawers in some semblance of the order they had been in previously I have no idea. Checking everything looked as it should be I exited her bedroom and switched off the light.

Nothing further happened next day, so Paula couldn’t have noticed my “raid” last night, and from there on I used to dress up quite often whenever possible without anyone else being the wiser.

About six months later, just when I had got the hang of cross dressing and all the feminine bits and pieces, was able now to fasten and unfasten a bra blindfold, clipping stockings to suspenders being easy now, Paula announced that she was to move out and have her own flat. She loved us all she said, but really needed to have a place of her own, and was to move the following weekend.

This was ghastly news, partly because I loved her as a sister, and partly because I would no longer be able to dress in her clothes.

The fateful day arrived and we all helped Paula to move out of our home and into her new flat about a mile away. I must have blushed as she handed me a draw full of her undies and asked me to carry them inside.

When she was finally installed and we others were about to depart Paula hugged me and said, “Thanks for your help Andy, and I’d like you to have this so you can visit me at any time.” She handed me an envelope which contained her door key. Perhaps there would be a chance for me to dress up sometime when she was out I thought, and then she said,”Why not come round next Friday night and stay the weekend, then we can chat like old times ?”

I replied this was fine, and our parents thought it was great that we were so close and not going to lose touch now she had moved out.

The next Friday evening I bathed, changed and walked down to Paula’s place with an overnight bag, letting myself in with her key.

“Hello Paula,” I shouted.

“I’m in the bedroom getting ready,” she shouted back, “come on in Andy.”

As per usual my beautiful sister was sat at her dressing table putting the finishing touches to her make up, and turning to me she said, “Andy love, I’m not daft you know. I know what you have been doing for these last six months. Want to talk about it?”

And all this time I had been under the impression she had not found me out, but she had known and kept quiet.

“Sorry Paula, but there was no other way. I couldn’t go out and buy clothes like yours, and even if I had been able to where would I keep them ? How did you find out?” I asked.

“Oh, about six months ago, just after we all went out that evening leaving you in the house alone,” she replied. Next day I was hunting for my favourite panties and found them at the bottom of the draw when they should have been near the top. And they were damp too. I never put my panties away damp. Did you have an accident or something?”

I explained quietly what had happened, and that at every chance I had been wearing her things. Paula was giving me one of those knowing smiles again and didn’t seem in the least bit angry or surprised. I told her that for some time I had had these feelings of being a woman trapped in a male body, and just wanted to be like her, lucky girl.

“Mmm, I suspected as much,” said Paula, “you’d make a lovely girl Andy. You’re so pretty as well. OK, l,ve been giving this situation some thought. You can come here and use the flat to dress up where no one else will know, and I’ll help you with make up and things. This is one of the reasons I wanted to move from home, though I wish you had asked me before raiding my clothes, it was a bit naughty you know. Take your clothes off Andy and let’s see what we can do.”

Though we had seen each other naked and semi naked many times before, here was my own sister telling me to take my clothes off in front of her! The very thought of Paula helping me in my quest made my heart jump for joy.

“Don’t be embarrassed Andy, we’ve both seen it all before,” said Paula.

Seconds later I had stripped, my clothes strewn on the floor and Paula was looking me up and down. The usual excitement was stirring in my loins.

“Just as I thought,” she said, “we’ll have to start with those hairy legs. I’ve got some hair removal cream. Looks like we’ll need a whole pot, but before we start can you please do something with that erection of yours. Remember I am your sister after all! Go into the bathroom and splash some cold water on it, that should do the trick.”

I tried to explain that it was caused not by lust for her, although she was very beautiful, but by the expectancy of her helping to make me into a woman like her, but I did as she said, returning soon in a more suitable state to stand before my sister.

She lay me down and depilated my legs up to the groin, scraping off the cream and hairs minutes later, leaving them smooth as her silky undies.

“I’ve been shopping for you,” she said, “come and look what we have here.”

Opening the wardrobe door Paula showed me a whole array of girlie clothes and a draw full of silky underwear. My mind was in a spin!

“Some of these are new, and some are my own, which you’ll no doubt recognise, but you may as well have them now Andy. But first, don’t you think we should call you by a more feminine name, even though you’ll always be my little brother Andy?” she went on.

“Anne. I’ve always thought of myself as Anne!” I replied, and from that moment on ‘Anne’ was born.

Paula passed me a new pink suspender belt just like her own and told me to put it on, then some fine mesh stockings on my new-look silky legs – no more hairs poking through the mesh from now on!

“You’d better put these on as well,” she continued, “you certainly seem to have put them to good use these last months,” and passed me those beautiful, sexy, silky French knickers of hers. “And now a bra Anne,” she went on, “use this one of mine till we know the right size.”

This was seventh heaven as Paula took my hand and led me to the dressing table chair, sitting me down, skillfully making up my face as I had watched her do to herself all those times.

“I used to watch you watching me do this,” she said, “It amused me at first, and puzzled me a little as I thought you might be turning into some sort of pervert just wanting to see his sister semi naked, then the penny dropped when you left my make up box in a mess one night and I suspected you were using it on yourself. This was long before I discovered you had been wearing my undies. It was quite a relief to find out that was all there was to it”

So she had know all this time! It was a huge relief to me as well!

Though I say it myself, I was quite a stunner when Paula finished the make up, probably due to her skill and the fact that we looked similar as well. All that was lacking in those days were proper breasts and a “dong” removal kit and I would have been a proper girl just like Paula.

Paula had great dress sense and insisted that first time in experimenting with the clothes she was dressing me in to see what suited best. First I was a lady in a long skirt, then a figure hugging evening gown, but my hips were the wrong shape to carry this off. Next I was a tart, wearing a creamy blouse with one of her own very short skirts which showed my suspenders if I so much as bent a little.

Soon it was late and time for bed. “I have a special present for you now Anne,” said Paula as she passed me a nicely wrapped parcel, which I soon undid and found to be a Baby Doll nightie and a pair of frilly panties!

I was in tears as I went into the spare bedroom that night with Paula’s last words of the evening ringing in my ears, “And no more accidents with those panties Anne, remember you don’t have to pretend any more.”

Eventually I moved in with Paula and with the use of wigs we were able to go out and about as two great looking girls out together, shopping, clubbing, being ogled and whistled at by the lads wherever we went. It was wonderful and lasted for just over two years, though I reverted to being a man for work and going out on my own.

But not every story has a happy ending, and this one is no exception to that rule, for I discovered that most girls in those days did not and would not accept a man who dressed in women’s clothes. As Paula was getting married soon I had to find somewhere else to live and there was also the matter of my adoration for another girl, Jean, whom I eventually married.

Thirty years later and still married to Jean I have had to supress these inner urges to dress as a woman, although they are as strong now as they ever were. Jean was and still is the light of my life and we have two wonderful grown up children, but she never accepted me dressed as a woman, though she lets me wear some silky undies now and then, and has even purchased them for me on occasion, but only in the house and only when no one else is there.

Paula still keeps some things for me locked away so that I may nip over to her place when the urges get too much to bear and she is on her own. We are still as close as ever, and our secret has been kept that way, a secret, even when Jean talked to her about my problem she never told her about the help she had given me in the past and which she continues to give me, though she did try to explain to Jean that there was no harm in a man dressing up.

Anne

MY WIFE KAREN

My wife of five years moved her lips close to one of my ears. “You know!” She said, breaking the silence that had been enveloping us for the last couple of minutes. “I guess I have to agree with you. Satin and lace do make a person feel sexy and feminine!” She teased.

She was throwing my own words back into my face. Words that I had said to her just a month earlier when I told her she should stop wearing cotton panties. Her only response at the time was that cotton panties were more comfortable. But four weeks later, on her birthday, she had more to say after opening her present and finding several pairs of lacy panties and a matching bra and panty set constructed of shinny satin inside the box.

She looked at me for a moment, then back at the contents of the box, then back at me again. I smiled, then shrugged. “I think they pretty! Not to mention sexy!” I told her, already aware that she wasn’t pleased. A moment or two passed, then she she moved the box onto my lap. “If you like them so much! You wear them!” She said in a firm voice. I told her not to be like that, but after a short time she lifted the matching bra and panty set up between us. “I mean it!” She told me. “If you like them so much, you wear them. If you show me that you like them enough that your willing to wear them, then I’ll consider wearing them myself!” She said matter-of-factly.

I felt myself blushing a little as I lowered my eye’s. When I looked up she was still starring at me. “I’m serious.” She said. “If you’d really like to see me wearing them, then you’ll put them on for me first.” She said. Then she stood up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower before bed.

I followed her into the bedroom after switching off the T.V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower enclosure. I don’t know what caused me to decide to call her bluff, but the next thing that happened was that I had stripped off everything I was wearing.

My hands were quivering as I removed all the tags and such from the lace and satin bra, which I wrapped around me and fastened closed. Once I had done that I slipped the elastic straps up my arms and into place on my shoulders.

I quickly pulled the single tag from the high cut French style panties, then held them open while I stepped into them. I would have had to admit that they felt delightful on my bottom and absolutely fabulous against my dick, but I wasn’t allowed much time to think about it because just then I heard the shower stop.

I put the box down, then quickly slipped under the covers on my normal side of the bed. I fluffed them up to my chin, then closed my eye’s. Karen came out of the steam filled bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed while she towel dried her hair. She commented that she was glad the weekend was here and that she needed a change of pace after the hectic week she’d put in.I agreed that it was nice the following day was Saturday, then I laid quietly, as if trying to sleep. In truth my wearing of the feminine lingerie made me feel so naughty that I had a huge erection.

After turning off the lights she got into bed. I waited several seconds before turning so I was facing her, then I moved so my body was pressing against hers. Then I slipped my leg up over her hip so my knee was lying at the top of her thighs.

I protested that I wasn’t a sissy, but she countered by asking what else could I be. “Wearing girls panties and a bra turn you on!” She said, then asked. “Isn’t that what a sissy is? A boy who likes girlie things?” She snickered when she realized I didn’t have a ready answer then she took advantage of the opportunity my silence provided.

“It’s alright James!” She said, adding. “I kind of like the way the things your wearing make you feel!” She used her tongue to fuck my ear. “For some reason feeling these panties and this bra on you make me hot!”

She played with my dick through my panties for a while longer, then after lowering the front of them, she mounted me in the female superior position. “Since your a little sissy you have to be on the bottom like you were a real girl!” She told me as she started to move up and down on my stiff cock. Now she was tweaking both of my nipples through the cups of my bra. “We’ll have to do something to fill out your bra like it should be though!” She said, then she stiffened up for a short period. It didn’t last long, but she usually climaxed more then once and that was only the first.

After a stronger and more intense second orgasm she climbed off of me then got to her feet, standing beside the bed. She planted her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. “You shouldn’t have stopped with just a bra and a pair of panties though!” She told me shaking her head.

I watched as she went to her dresser and in the darkness rummaged through several of her drawers. She dropped some things on the bed when she came back to stand beside it. The lack of light made it so I couldn’t figure out what she was doing when she pulled one of my legs up into the air. Once I felt her pulling something over that foot and halfway down my calve I realised what was up! She was encasing my legs in nylons. I didn’t fight to hard when she did the same to the other leg and I even lifted my bottom up when she pulled the upper part over my ass and hips.

“Now my little sissy!” She said in a very sarcastic voice. “Here’s a pretty feminine slip for you to put on!” She added and then she dropped something onto my tummy. The elastic waistband was the first thing I felt and after holding it up for only a moment she told me to put it on. Only now her voice was hard and stern.

I don’t know why, but I put my smooth nylon covered feet through that slip then pulled up up around my middle while Karen slipped something into the cups of my bra. “This will help fill out that bra of yours!” She exclaimed playfully, kneading the now protruding mounds with her fingers several times.

While my attention was focused on looking down past my new bustline she dashed to the closet where she pulled one of her flirty sun dresses off of it’s hanger. “Lift up your arms!” She ordered as she raised the dress over my head. After feeding the sleaves over my hands she dropped the dress so that it floated down into place.

She pulled the long zipper running up the back closed, then twisted my shoulders so I was looking at her. “Don’t move!” She said moving away from me. Suddenly the room was filled with light that made it almost impossible for me to see. I rubbed my eye’s and squinted, waiting for them to adjust. Once they had I saw her standing a couple of feet in front of me smiling at me as she looked me over. “Well look at yourself sissy!” She mused. “Your experiencing what every little panty-waist wishes for! To have a woman force them to dress up in her feminine clothes!” She seemed to take great delight in saying that to me.

“Oh, there is one thing missing!” She said putting a finger to her lips. Raising her eyebrows she asked me if I knew what it was, to which I answered that I didn’t. “Shoes you silly girl!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Quickly now, put on a pair of heels like a good girl!” She said motioning toward the closet with a nod of her head.

I was actually a little frightenend as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up.

“Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded.

I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.

“As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls panties from now on!” She said, adding. “All the time just like a real girl!” She smiled at me. “And whenever your home I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high heels!” She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for discussion.

“And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me.

With my arms pinned down she had forced me to turn so I was lying flat on my back. After describing what she might do to me she moved down from my waist so she was straddling my hips. This caused my hard penis to center itself between her thighs as she slid down over it.

I was actually a little frightened as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up.

“Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded.

I didn’t even see it coming, but I sure felt it when her open hand landed against the side of my face. “That’s not the correct way to answer me bitch!” She yelled. “Yes I understand!” I blurted out as I rubbed my cheek. Without saying another word she twisted me so her knee’s were pinning my arms down under them.

“As my wife I expect you to be wearing feminine girls panties from now on!” She said, adding. “All the time just like a real girl!” She smiled at me. “And whenever your home I expect you to be dressed like a sissy in a dress or skirt and blouse and a bra and panties and a slip, nylons and high heels!” She said, her stern voice not leaving any room for discussion.

“And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me.

With my arms pinned down she had forced me to turn so I was lying flat on my back. After discribing what she might do to me she moved down from my waist so she was straddling my hips. This caused my hard penis to center itself between her thighs as she slid down over it.

It was not only because of how I was dressed, but also how being dressed this way was making me feel. I was embarrassed that I kind of liked the way the feminine clothes felt to wear. The guilt combined with the shame didn’t leave me any other choice but to submissively do as she said.

I was amazed at how easily my feet slipped into a pair of her white high heeled pumps, the nylons acting as a kind of lubrication. I felt a little wobbly as I made my way back in front of Karen and presented myself.

She circled around me, then pushed me onto the bed. I felt her climb ontop of me and then I heard her laugh. “Well sissy!”She said, adding. “All your lacking now is make-up!” Her tone of voice made it obvious that she was trying to tease me, to embarrass me as much as possible.

I felt one of her knee’s press against my inner thighs, then move up and over my still hard organ. “I can feel that your loving what I’m doing to you! So much so that you would probably like me putting make-up on you!” She taunted in an almost scolding voice. She grabbed my hair with her hands and held me so I was forced to look up at her. “I want to hear you say it!” She said, wrinkling her nose. “Confess that you enjoy being my little sissy!” She ordered.

To make a long story somewhat shorter after continued prodding and her ordering me to say that to her I finally told her in a meek voice that I liked what she had done to me. But that wasn’t enough because as soon as I had said that she made me say that I liked being a sissy and that I loved wearing girls clothes.

“Since your obviously going to be the one wearing the lace and satin in this relationship, from now on I shall consider you the wife!” She said with a broad grin. “And I shall be the husband!” She quickly added.

She bent down so her face was close to mine. “And a good wife is obediant! Isn’t she?” She asked. I nodded my head and answered with a yes Karen. “And since your going to be an obediant wife you will do what ever I tell you to do! Won’t you sissy!” She asked. She was very stern, almost harsh sounding now.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, opening her eye’s as wide as they would go. “Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I have planned excited you!” She laughed for a moment. “Then I shouldn’t have any trouble at all turning you into my little sissy slave-girl should I?” She teased.

When she saw me shake my head she told me to stick out my tongue. Once I had she raised up onto her knee’s. “Now show me how good my sissy slave-girl is at worshiping my pussy! A pussy that she wished she had between her own legs!” She said. Then she lowered her crotch down so my tongue slid passed her lips into her wet tunnel. She didn’t stop until her pussy was covering my mouth.

I couldn’t figure out what had happened to me. All I knew was that submitting to my wife and being dominated and forced to dress in these girls clothes excited me so much I was almost willing to do anything she ordered me to do. “Come on sissy! You can do better then that!” She exclaimed loudly and I eagerly increased my sucking and licking of her crotch.

I continued to use my mouth and tongue to, what she called, “Worship” her pussy, making her climax at least twice. The whole time she told me about things she said she would like to make me do and about things she said she would like to do to me. “I’d like to make you as feminine looking as possible!” She started out saying, then she went on. “Maybe force you to take female hormone pills that would cause you to grow firm breasts like any real girl! Then after you’ve been trained to act and move like a woman I’d love showing you off to my friends! Maybe even inviting a select few to get into bed with you!” She teased over and over.

“After you were to feminine looking to keep on working I might dress you up and then send you into a gay bar to earn some money to make up for your lack of income!” She said openly showing her amusement at the image that statement created in her head.

“Once I’ve totaly feminized you so that you’d never be looked on as a male again, I might start dating other men again. I might even set you up with a date of your own and we could double!” I was feeling more and more humiliated because everything she was saying seemed to make me feel more excited.

I was to the point even the slight movement of my panties over my erect cock felt like it was going to make me come. I was thankful that she stopped and that she moved off of my face before that happened.

After lying down along side of me she began to gently move her hand over the obvious lump in the front of my dress. She didn’t apply enough pressure to make me come, but just enough to tease and frustrate me. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth about yourself sometime during these last five years?” Karen asked as she playfully rubbed my dress and slip over my panties.

I stammered for a moment, then managed to say. “I didn’t know.” Of course she asked me “Didn’t know what?”. The embarrassment that flood through me was unbelievable, but I forced myself to answer her.

“I didn’t know that I would enjoy wearing girls clothes!” I said. She prompted me until I added. “And that I was really a little sissy!” She seemed pleased hearing me say that and she told me I was a good girl for being honest and answering her like she wanted me to.

“Don’t you get excited thinking about being forced to wear girls clothes all weekend?” She asked knowingly. After I replied that it did she asked me if I wanted her to do that to me and once again I answered positively. Then she asked, well more like stated. “Thinking about me making you into my little slave-girl really turns you on doesn’t it!” She laughed when I admited that it sounded exciting.

She gently and cautiously slipped her hand under my dress, then moved it up onto my tummy. “I should make you wear a bra full time as well!” She said teasingly, as she slipped her hand under the lacy elastic waistband of my panties.

She kissed my neck and licked my ear as she worked her hand around over one hip then wedged it under one side of my bottom. “Of course if I force you to become my slave-girl that means I’ll probably use you just like a real girl once and a while!” She said as she worked her hand down so her fingers were moving freely in the valley between my cheeks.

“I don’t see how I could have a little slave-girl and not take her just like any other girl would be taken? Do you?” She asked pressing the tip of one of her fingers against my tiny opening. “Do you see any possible way that you could keep that from happening?” She asked as she pushed the first 1/3 of her index finger into my hole.

In a quivering voice I answered that I didn’t know how that could be kept from happening. “No I don’t either!” She snickered as she forced the rest of her finger into me until her knuckles stop her from going any deeper. She moved her lips very close to my ear. “But with you being such a sissy and loving being made into a girl you wouldn’t mind something like that happening. Would you?” She questioned as she began to move her finger slowly in and out of my hole. After a couple of tenative pumps she fell into a slow and easy rythymn.

“Am I right sissy?” She asked. “Would you like to be used in that way?” She kept asking me, prompting me until she forced me to tell her that I would probably enjoy being taken like a real girl.

“Delightful!” She said after listening to me admit that to her. “I think that I’d love to watch you being used like that myself!” She added with an amused tone of voice.

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