I was just a girl cruising the tinder for her master. Well I wasn’t a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and
Straight guy gets talked into cross-dress situation by a MILF
I was introduced to cross dressing when I was about 18. I was picked up by a local divorcee who was sex mad. After I finished shagging her on her bed and was having a break before having another go, she opened a drawer in her room and pulled out a dark pink camisole top.
Wife indulges her husband’s cross-dressing fetish
When my wife Jane asked if I would be a volunteer worker at her company’s western night, I said sure, why not? She told me she would fill me in on the details as the time drew nearer. A couple of weeks before the event, Jane started making a satin saloon girl outfit. I teased
Long sex story – I Was A Reluctant Shemale
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
A man-pretty husband is controlled by his wife into dressing up as a woman and taking a male lover
I couldn’t believe that Susan, my wife of two and a half years would really do this to me. Yet here I sat in the back seat of our Olds wearing a short blue satin cocktail dress. The slinky skirt kept riding up my smoothly shaven, nylon-clad thighs to display a provocative glimpse of pretty
Forced to Cross Dress on Halloween
I could tell he was anxious. Informing him about the Halloween party raised a lot of questions on his end which I skillfully either ignored or diverted. I had not been mean right from the start, but I clearly told him he had 3 chances to come up with a suitable Halloween outfit idea. If
A story about transformation, cross-dressing and bondage
There she was. “Come in Brenda!” Glen Simmons absently shouted. Brenda Porter, the freshman girl who had freaked out at her bus stop shyly entered the room. Glen wondered why he didn’t remember her from the junior high school, then remembered this was the transfer student who had just started at Bentson High. He pointed