"This might be hard for you to comprehend, but Javier and Cristy are the same person, confirmed Susan. "How can that be?" questioned Dania. "I'm leaving. I don't think you are telling me the truth." Susan grabbed Dania's arm and look her right in the eyes. "Cristy's really a man, Susan stated. "Do you know what a cross dresser is? That's what she is, a man who often dresses as a woman. She's here on a special mission."

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When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she'd appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. "I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,"  I mumbled. Didn't want to dirty my pants. "And it looks very nice too dear!" Doreen said, straight faced. "Sure...

I opened the top drawer of my mother's dresser. I picked up the bar of perfumed soap and held it too my nostrils. It smelled so sweet and so good. I set it aside and picked up her slip. I held the soft fabric to my face. I loved the feel of the soft nylon tricot against my skin. I put the slip on the bed and went back to my room and undressed. When I came back I put the slip on. I felt a shiver of excitement as I walked to the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet...

Big women actually terrify me for some reason. Why, I don't truly know but think it's because I tend to despise the smaller editions of the female sex their stupid bitching about equality with males, when all they can think about is their goddam hair or makeup or clothes. I mean, they're practically begging to be bossed about. They just won't admit it. But I look at big women. See their confidence and their muscles, and they're not the same thing at all. I couldn't avoid working with some as I...

John, meanwhile, was learning to be more of a help for his mother. Andrea approached her son one day and asked whether he could help with the laundry. John replied that he probably wouldn't mind, but that he had no idea how it had to be done. Andrea said that she would show him how to do the laundry. John paid close attention to the instructions his mother gave him, such as washing whites and colors separately. She also explained that all of the lingerie should be...

To explain, when we graduated high school and went away to college, there was no question about our living arrangements. We would live together. Period. Our parents weren't too thrilled about that arrangement, so to pacify them, we agreed to get married. Two weeks before the end of high school, Carolyn knelt before me one night at her parents' home and formally asked me to marry her. "Do the honor of becoming my wife," as she put it, then slipped a huge diamond onto my third...

From Rush Time: Instead of a cheap set of falsies, Terry, a nice affable blonde, took a great deal of care in checking my bra, made me take the bra off and then affixed the better grade of false breasts with adhesive. Then I was allowed to put my lingerie on, with her turning her back to provide me with some modesty. That gave me surprise number two - the lingerie was of a much nicer quality than I was used to.

It soon became clear that Kevin liked his girl time better than his boy time. As a boy he was very much neglected by the rest of his family, his three older brothers got all the attention. He never received any gifts designed for a boy, all his boy things were things he inherited from his brothers. He even had to wear the clothes they had grown out of. Dressing as a girl never occurred outside the close family. His brothers liked to have a sister around and they treated Kate as if she was a...

Mim asked me to bring a few of her things over. I left a note for my father, dressed and followed Mim's instructions on what to bring to her after I pulled her car into our driveway. I was vaguely excited as I handled the petticoat and dress from her closet. An open bottom girdle, unopened packages of stockings, and a few bras, panties and garter belts joined the dress and petti in the small overnight valise. No wonder girls like things like this. They can't help feeling beautiful and sexy...

She stopped me again with her hand and said in a very strict manner now, "Now listen to me girl, you must realize you are entering the world of cleaners and maids and lowly domestics that usually are exposed to police controls and harassment, but this is exactly what I have been trying to tell you all along, you have to feel to your skin. What it means to be a lowly laborer, a domestic, a cleaner. You have to feel to your skin what it means to be afraid that the police might catch you and find...

She paused for a sip of tea. "His crossdressing started about the age of four when he decided one day that he wanted to be dressed like Iris. I thought that was a cute idea, so I indulged his fantasy. At first, it was just a sometimes thing, but as he grew older, it became a habit, a habit that I tried to break, with no success, as you know. "I came home from synagogue one day and found him dressed from the skin out in some of Iris's best clothing. I paddled his rear end good, but it did no...

So long as the money kept rolling in to finance my hobby, as Allison called it, I was happy. Of course, the breast augmentation was a flamboyant thing to do. But Allison had goaded me into it. She had told me that Paul wouldn't go out with her "flat-chested" friend any more. And I had really liked Paul and thought that he had liked me. He had liked kissing me, I was sure of that.

It was initiated by his wife Joan, her girlfriend and beautician Doris, and the proprietor of the local ladies Queen Size clothing store, Mabel. Joan and the girls just found it great fun to change John into Janice, a cute boy-girl, dress him completely as a girl, make him up as a girl, have him act as a girl and have him actually hold down jobs as a girl. While John at first did not like being subjugated as a girl, he learned to enjoy his new status and after a while he found his predicament...

He looked good when dressed up, and had no problems walking the streets of Hollywood as a woman. He had done that several times already, poking at people who snickered at Larry. He loved to walk among them, and many times he had heard them talk about him in a quite negative manner. If they only had known that the person they were talking about was sitting next to them, hearing everything they said.

She stared right back at me, humor dancing in her twinkling eyes, taking me in as I was her. She saw a male of fifty-one years who stood a shade under six foot and weighed a hundred sixty pounds. I have salt and pepper hair that hangs to the middle of my back, hazel eyes (I wear contact lenses), pierced ear lobes (!) and clear, unblemished skin all over. No, not electrolysis, as you might think, but some sort of childhood disease that took most of my hair from neck to toe. The only hair I have...