We shared more than just a family resemblance; we shared a height and a build that I had secretly come to view as my greatest asset. Since I was very young, I was attracted to Elena’s outfits and I would secretly try them on when no one was around.

Two weeks ago, while helping Mom clear out the storage closet, I had unearthed a relic from a Halloween party two years prior: a shoulder-length, jet-black wig. I had slipped it inside my pants when Mom turned her back, and later hiding it in the bottom drawer of my desk under a stack of old textbooks. Since then, it had burned a hole in my mind.



Today, everyone was gone. My parents were at work, and Elena was at a university lecture until four.

I took a shaky breath and stepped into Elena’s room.

The air smelled faintly of vanilla and hairspray. I moved quickly, driven by a hunger I couldn’t quite articulate. I opened her dresser and then the closet, my hands trembling as I selected the pieces I had been eyeing for weeks.



I started with the basics, shedding my oversized hoodie and jeans. I took out  a pair of her silk panties and a matching padded bra. I hesitated for a bit. I had never worn my sister’s under garments before, only her outfits. I knew once I put them on, there was no going back.

I took a deep breathe and slipped into them. The feeling was something I had never experienced before. My whole body was trembling with excitement. Because of our similar builds, the fit was snug but comfortable, hugging my frame in a way my boxers never did.



Next came the outfit. I chose a shimmering party top that draped loosely over my chest but cinched at the waist, and a grey mini skirt that was daringly short. Finally, I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my feet into a pair of her golden high heels. They were three inches high, forcing my arch up and my calves to tense, instantly changing the way I held myself.

I stood up, wobbling for a minute before finding my center of gravity. I walked over to the full-length mirror behind the door, the heels clicking sharply against the hardwood.



I looked at my reflection. It was convincing, but incomplete.

I hurried back to my room, retrieved the black Halloween wig, and returned to the mirror. With practiced care, I tucked my short brown hair back and pulled the wig on, adjusting the bangs until they sat just above my eyebrows.

When I looked up, I gasped.



The person staring back wasn’t me. It wasn’t even “Leo in a dress.” The figure in the mirror was a girl—tall, leggy, and confident. The dark hair framed my face, softening my jawline, while the heels elongated my legs, making them look miles long beneath the mini skirt. The transformation was absolute.

I turned side to side, watching the skirt flare and the light catch the sequins on the top. I felt a rush of euphoria so potent it made me dizzy. I posed, hand on my hip, chin tilted up, completely lost in the image. I wasn’t hiding anymore; for this moment, in the safety of the glass reflection, I was real.



I began to walk up and down the small room, practicing my strut, imagining I was walking down Fifth Avenue rather than a cramped bedroom in Queens. I lost track of everything—the ticking clock, the traffic outside, the reality of who and where I was.

Click.

The sound was distinct. The heavy deadbolt of the front apartment door sliding back.

I froze. The blood drained from my face. I checked my watch—it was 3:45 PM. Elena was early.

“Leo? Mom? Anyone home?” Elena’s voice floated down the hallway, accompanied by the rustle of shopping bags being set down.



Panic, cold and sharp, seized me. I was in her room, wearing her clothes, trapped.

“Leo, are you here? I forgot my laptop charger,” she called out, her footsteps moving toward the kitchen first.

I had seconds.

I kicked off the heels, grabbing them by the straps. I couldn’t go out the door; she would see me. I looked around wildly. The closet? No, if she needed clothes, I was dead.



The bathroom. It was connected to the hallway, right next to her room.

Moving as silently as a ghost, barefoot on the wood, I slipped out of her room and into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it just as Elena’s footsteps turned down the hallway.

“Leo?” She knocked on the bathroom door.



My heart hammered so hard I thought she must hear it through the wood. I deepened my voice, forcing a groggy tone. “Yeah? I’m in here. Stomach ache.”

“Oh,” Elena said, her voice right against the door. “Sorry. Hey, have you seen my black heels? The ones I wear to the club? I wanted to lend them to Sarah for tonight.”

I looked down at the shoes dangling from my hand. My knuckles were golden.

“Uh, no,” I choked out, clearing my throat desperately. “Check… check under the couch? I think I saw you kick them off there yesterday.”



“Weird. Okay, I’ll check.”

I heard her walk away, heading back toward the living room.

I didn’t breathe. I stripped the clothes off in a frenzy. Skirt, top, bra, panties—all balled up. I pulled the wig off, my own hair a messy bird’s nest underneath. I threw the wig and the clothes into the bathroom hamper, burying them deep under a pile of dirty towels. I would have to retrieve them later tonight when everyone was asleep to wash and return them.

I splashed cold water on my face, scrubbing at my cheeks to bring down the flush of adrenaline. I pulled my gym shorts and t-shirt back on, unlocked the door, and stepped out.



Elena was in the hallway, holding the heels. She had found them right where I said—because I had kicked them under the couch the last time I tried them on, a detail I had luckily remembered.

“Found them,” she said, smiling. She looked at me closely. “You look pale. You okay?”

I leaned against the doorframe, my legs still trembling from the phantom feeling of the stilettos.



“Yeah,” I exhaled, managing a weak smile. “Just something I ate. I think I need to lie down.”

“Feel better,” she said, heading into her room and closing the door.

I walked back to my own room and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It had been terrifying. It had been reckless.

And as I remembered the girl with the black hair in the mirror, I knew exactly one thing:

I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Submitted by Leo

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As I became a teenager, my bedroom moved to the third floor of our house where my mother stored all her clothes from the 1940’s and 1950’s. I started wearing my mother’s clothes that were in storage as a young teen.



At night, after everyone was asleep, I would take them out and dress in them. There were old fashioned girdles with garter straps and long line bras along with numerous dresses. Wearing them made me feel very feminine.

In college I did not have the opportunity to dress as a woman.
When I got married, I would dress in my wife’s clothes in the locked bathroom, using water balloons in the bra. These sessions were very short, as I could only do it while she was asleep.



After my first wife passed away I was able to get my own apartment. During that time I explored my feminine side, buying a few outfits that I would wear in the apartment after I came home from work. This lasted for a year. I never had the courage to venture out, so all the activity was just lounging around the house.

Later, I met a wonderful woman and we fell in love. We bought a house together and settled into married life.



After awhile, I revealed to her my desire to cross dress. She was very supportive and helped dress as Stephanie. We had many photo sessions around the house. We even ventured out to a concert one time.
We are looking forward to continuing my dressing as Stephanie and will certainly venture out again.

Submitted by Stephanie Krossdreski

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She even did fake nails for me, I felt like I could dance on air, when I looked in the mirror I did not see me I saw a beautiful woman. She Gave me a key so I had some place to return to and helped take a few pictures with a disposable Camera. She asked me if I was going to waste all her work or if I was going to go out? I told her I was worried that I might be recognized, she said Honey, I don’t even recognize you.



She said look I will go with you for coffee up the street, if anyone reads you as being anything but pretty, we come back here and you clean up and change, I agreed, so we went for coffee they knew her there and I had been there once or twice, we walked in I was introduced as a friend from out of town. We ordered coffee,  sat, and drank it and talked a bit, people came and went.

We got a few pleasant looks after we left. I said ok I can do this, she said have fun and away I went. I decided to go to one of the Malls in town figuring it would be rather dead on a Monday and it was. I checked out a couple of shops, and walked around, hearing my heels click on the brick floor was amazing.



In one of the little shops that had new and used items, the sales lady asked me if she could help me find anything special? I squeaked out that I was not sure what would look good, she gave me a good look up and down and said I think I know just the thing, it’s right over here.

I was a bit nervous to say the least, she showed me a dress that she said would be perfect for me, and said here try it on and showed me to the fitting room. As I took my dress off and looked in the mirror just standing there in my slip and shoes, I was pretty scared, I guess the dress was like my shield against the world.

I stood there for a second still looking at myself in the mirror, when the sales lady asked is everything ok ? I answered I think so, just nervous, she asked if I needed help, as she peek through the curtain, smiled and said here let me help you, and she helped me slip the dress over over my head, and got behind me and did the buttons in the back.



As I said thank you, she came back around in front of me and tugged and straightened things, and said that looks perfect on you. I looked in the mirror and have to admit she was right! The way the dress looked and felt on me it was like the part of the movie, where the Boy gets the right wand, and he feels all aglow it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

As a small tear started to form in the corner of my eye, and she grabbed a tissue from somewhere and said, I always keep these handy especially in swimsuit season. She said you don’t want your makeup to run now do you, I said no. She asked why the tears, and I said thank you for being so kind, I felt like I could tell her and said this is my first time out, this way. She admitted she kind of knew, and said I was welcome in her store anytime, and that I really looked good , and that 95% of the people wouldn’t notice or care if they did.

I asked how she noticed, what gave me away ? She said she had been in the business for a long time, and wasn’t to sure herself until she seen the way I looked in the mirror and and the small tear. I asked how much was the dress, that it felt so perfect like nothing I ever wore before, she smiled and said well then you should buy it.



She asked how twenty Dollars sounded, I asked is that all ? She said it was a second hand dress and that she could let it go for that price, and asked if I would like to wear it out and she could put my old dress in a bag, I said yes please, after a little small talk she said I was welcome in her store anytime, and even ask that I come back sometime as my other self, and that my secret was safe with her, and that if I ran into any problems in the mall just come back, I said thank you and as I left.

I had quite the light and springy step, I loved the way the hem of the dressed swished across my Pantyhose , and the way the dress seemed to hug and hang at the same time it really did feel like magic.

As I walked some more through the mall I started to really feel the coffee. I had drank with my friend and I knew the restrooms was near so I headed to them, to my shock I looked up ahead and seen my then Sister in law heading towards me. I got so frightened and really started rushing towards the restroom, only to have her do the same. We got to the entry about the same time, she did a quick glance and said I like your dress , I whispered thank you.



Then I went in to the first stall that was open, and was so thankful that women’s rooms have doors on all there stalls, she ended up in the stall next to mine, knowing that my sister in law was in the next stall and I was in the ladies restroom, I must admit was quite the mixed bag of feelings and emotions, and when I heard excuse me is there any extra paper over there ? I seem to be out.

I again whispered yes and took some off the roll and handed it under the stall to her, as I hurried up and got myself all tucked and squared away, stopped long enough to wash my hands and check my make up and was headed towards the door and I hear my sister in law, say hey Don’t forget your bag, I turned around to take it from her, she gave me what I thought to be a good looking over and said, is everything ok ?

Feeling I was caught I did my best to play it off and said oh it is just one of those days, I was sure she figured out it was me, and she said we all have them dear, hope your day gets better and she walked away, and I headed towards my car, and found her(My sister in laws) car parked next to mine, now I had a whole new wave of worry wash over me, as I started to open my door I seen a note on my windshield from my sister in law that that said wait for me, which I had no desire to do.



As I got in the car, she also got there. I knew I was busted, she asked what are you doing in this car, I looked at her, in panic and a tears formed, I looked at her and said please don’t judge or tell anyone, it was only then that she called me by name, and I corrected her and gave my fem name, and she asked me to get out of the car, Gave me a hug and said I would have never known.

It was then that she said you were in the ladies room with me ! Well now. She assured me my secret was safe, she even asked if her sister knew I said no. and she said and she won’t ever hear it from me, I know how she can be ! She asked if we could go somewhere and talk.



I suggested we go back to my friends Salon so I could clean up and change, she said she would follow me there, we got there and sat in the lounge area and talked for a bit, before I changed and cleaned up, she suggested that next time I let her know and we can go shopping together.

She had lots of questions for me and yes she always kept my secret, even to this day, even with the divorce. And yes we did have some adventures together, and she laughed that she now had someone with similar taste in clothes, and gave me many Hand me ups

Submitted by Kimmie

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When I started college, I stopped cross-dressing for a while. I was mostly occupied with taking classes and work. I found a lovely girl at college who after some time became my girlfriend. I was happy and doing good. But things took an unexpected turn and my girlfriend broke up with me. I was pretty hurt, lonely, and depressed. We were in a relationship for more than 2 years and it really got me down. I started skipping classes and work. I was in a really bad shape physically and mentally.



One day as I was going through my wardrobe, I found a dress that belonged to my ex-girlfriend now. Something triggered inside my head and I just wanted to put on the dress so badly. I instantly dropped all my clothes and put on the dress. Wow, the sensation was incredible. It was a black bodycon dress without sleeves and I didn’t imagined it to hug my body so perfectly.

I went to check in the mirror and my body looked so feminine and pretty! I was hooked with how I looked and felt. I must have spent hours that day just looking at myself in the mirror and admiring my feminine self.

After that, I started to cross-dress a lot and it helped me to cope with my loneliness. I started buying new dresses, makeup, wigs, lingerie, and shoes. I wanted to look and feel as feminine as possible.



Gradually, I would spend almost all of my time as Tina inside my apartment. But as weeks went by, I started feeling lonely and separated from the rest of the world again. I felt like a trapped bird inside a cage. But at the same time, I didn’t have courage to venture out in public because of the fear of getting caught.

Then, one night as I was scrolling through social media, I saw a crossdresser who was streaming Live on TikTok and interacting with other people. There were so many live comments from other crossdressers and admirers. Then it hit me, I could just connect to the outside world virtually while staying in the comforts of my apartment. The idea of exposing myself as a woman online to the rest of the world felt incredibly exciting. I could finally connect with people like me and maybe even find love.



I decided to build new social media profiles as Tina. For the next few days, I spent hours and hours engaging in social media platforms and also started posting my cross-dressing photos and videos. At first, there was barely any interaction from other people. But I kept posting daily, joining groups, sending invites, whatever it took to connect with other people.

Then one morning, as I was scrolling through my social media, I was shocked to see that one of my cross-dressing video was getting a lot of views and my account was blowing up with so many followers. I was so happy and excited at first but I started getting nervous with how fast things were picking up. It was getting too much attention.



At that point, I feared that people that knew me might see the video and I could easily get exposed. I started to panic and deleted all my photos and videos from social media. I got really terrified.

For few weeks I didn’t dress up at all. My desire to dress up was overshadowed by my fear of being exposed and humiliated by people I know. It was quite a frightening experience that took me some time to recover. Then one night as I was cleaning things on my laptop, I stumbled upon a video of me cross-dressing and in the video I saw how much fun I was having. I realized this was who I am and I would never be happy by suppressing my feminine urges.

I went back on social media and this time I started to post more discreetly and connect with limited people only. Then one day, I get this request from another crossdresser, Natasha and her profile looked great.



We connected and started sharing stuffs together. She was a closet crossdresser too and so was I. As we started getting closer and more comfortable talking with each other, I asked her where she lived and it turns out she lived only half an hour drive away from where I lived. I was shocked and I told her about it. No surprise, she was equally shocked. What were the chances for this to happen? We both laughed with excitement. We could do many things together now.

Natasha asked me if I would be interested to meet her and maybe dress up together. I was excited but also nervous to answer that question. I told her I would think about it.

That evening, I put on a cute red summer dress and black sheer pantyhose, got myself fully glammed, and planned to take a lot of videos. As I was shooting a video, I get a call from Natasha. She wanted to know a few things about the new lace wig I had just brought online. I gave her the info and we talked for a long time without even realizing. It was nice talking to Natasha while I was fully dressed. It felt like two girlfriends talking to each other!



After I hung up, I realized that it was lovely to finally have someone to talk to and Natasha was amazing. It would indeed be really nice to hang out together in person and share moments as Tina. I knew there wasn’t going to be another opportunity like this where I could actually meet with another crossdresser.

I decide to meet Natasha. When I told her I was also interested to hang out with her, Natasha was quite thrilled. We decided to meet at her place and dress up. She lived alone as well. We picked Saturday afternoon to meet up. I was so eager and anxious!



I was talking with Natasha every day now and we knew a lot about one another. We were really becoming good friends. We planned very carefully what we should do when we meet and I wanted everything to be perfect.

As the day came and I left the house with a bag full of my feminine things in my car, my heart was beating faster than usual. I couldn’t believe I was really going to do it. The drive went by so fast because there were so many things going in my head at that moment.

As I reached Natasha’s house, she was waiting for me outside dressed in her normal male clothes. He looked more handsome in real. He greeted me with a smile and I didn’t feel nervous anymore…

Stay tuned for part two…

Submitted by Tina

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Growing up, the boys around me seemed to fit the mold perfectly—sports, rough play, competition, and talking about cars. It all felt foreign to me. While they thrived in this world, I was constantly distracted, my attention drawn to something that felt entirely different.



The soft, delicate feel of silk against my skin, the intricate design of lace, the elegance of a woman’s dress—these were the things that captivated me and filled me with a longing I couldn’t put into words. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was an unshakable feeling that this was who I was meant to be.

Now, at 33, I find solace in the confines of my apartment, where I can truly be myself. This is where I can let go of all the expectations placed on me, where I can embrace the woman I’ve always felt inside. Every Saturday evening becomes a cherished ritual. After a long week of work, I lock the door, ensuring my sanctuary remains private. The world outside doesn’t need to know this part of me, and I am content with that—for now.

I pull out my favorite floral dress, a soft fabric that flows beautifully, making me feel both elegant and free. Slipping it over my head feels like shedding a layer of my everyday life, revealing a more authentic version of myself.



Tonight is no different. I meticulously select a matching set of lingerie, relishing the way the delicate lace feels against my skin. I adore the sensuality of the fabric—a secret pleasure that boosts my confidence. After slipping into silky pantyhose, I admire my reflection in the mirror. The smoothness of my legs is intoxicating, enhancing my sense of femininity. I revel in the feeling, every movement becoming a dance of self-expression, a celebration of who I truly am on the inside.

With a playful smile, I reach for my makeup kit. Each brushstroke is an act of self-love, transforming my features and allowing my inner beauty to shine. I apply foundation, blush, and a touch of eyeshadow, savoring the magic of the transformation. The final touch—a bold lipstick—makes me feel empowered.

“This is who I am,” I whisper to myself, feeling a rush of excitement. The mirror reflects a version of me I’ve always known existed but have been too afraid to show the world. In these moments, I can be the person I was always meant to be.



One of my cherished rituals is shaving my body hair. It’s a meditative process that makes me feel liberated and more in tune with my femininity. I take my time, enjoying the smoothness that follows, a physical reminder of the beauty I seek to embody. It’s not just about the aesthetics; it’s about feeling at home in my own skin, feeling complete in a way that I can’t achieve in my everyday life.

As the evening unfolds, I feel a sense of peace envelop me. I practice poses in front of the mirror, experimenting with different expressions and laughing at my reflection. This is my escape—a space where I can fully embrace my identity without fear of judgment. I lose myself in the process, in the feeling of silk and lace, of beauty and freedom. It’s my time to be me, to take off the mask I wear in the outside world and reveal the true essence of who I am.



As I glance at the clock, I realize it’s time to wrap up my evening. With a heavy heart, I change back into my everyday clothes, but the joy of the night lingers in my spirit. Each time I dress as a woman, I feel more connected to my true self, a feeling I cherish deeply. I wish I could live this way every day, but the fear of rejection is a constant companion. I know the world isn’t ready to accept me for who I am, and in many ways, neither am I. But the desire to embrace my femininity and live authentically grows stronger each day.

As I moved into my own apartment and began to live independently, I decided to take a big step. With my new job and a steady income, I was finally in a position to make a change. I started buying dresses online. At first, it was just a few pieces here and there—dresses, skirts, blouses—but the excitement I felt when they arrived at my doorstep was indescribable. It wasn’t just the clothes; it was the fact that I could now express myself freely, without judgment. I could finally be the person I had always wanted to be.

Every weekend, I would dress up in my new clothes, experimenting with different looks, makeup styles, and hairstyles. My self-confidence grew with each passing day. I was beginning to feel more comfortable in my own skin, and although I knew I couldn’t share this side of myself with everyone, it didn’t matter. I was finally living for me.
Still, the fear remained.

I wasn’t ready to reveal my true self to the world. Not yet. , I knew that one day I would have the courage to live my truth—no matter what anyone else thought.



Determined to find a way to bridge my two worlds, I begin to contemplate sharing my secret with a trusted friend. Perhaps, with their support, I can explore the possibility of expressing myself more openly. The thought both excites and terrifies me, but I know it’s a step I need to take. It’s not just about wearing dresses or makeup—it’s about finally embracing all that I am, all that I’ve kept hidden for so long. It’s about stepping into my own light and being unafraid of who I am.

Yet, deep down, I know that living this double life is challenging. I’ve kept my passion a secret from friends and family, fearing their reactions. Due to our religion and the law, what I’m doing is not allowed. My community would not understand, and my family, who holds traditional beliefs, would never accept this side of me. The weight of their expectations and the fear of being cast out have kept me in the shadows.



Still, I can’t shake the longing for acceptance, to share this beautiful side of myself with the world. I dream of finding someone who understands. Then, everything changed when I met Kholovie.

I met Kholovie through an online community—a space where people like me could come together and share our experiences in a safe, nonjudgmental environment. At first, it was just a casual conversation. But as we began to exchange messages, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a deep, genuine connection.

Kholovie was different from anyone I had met before. He was a Filipino femboy, someone who embraced femininity openly and proudly. He had already made peace with his identity, accepting who he was without hesitation. His confidence, his grace, the way he carried himself—it was everything I longed to be but was too scared to embrace.



We started sharing more personal stories, and through our conversations, I learned about Kholovie’s journey. He had faced his own struggles—his family had initially rejected him when he began expressing his femininity, but he had stood firm.

Slowly, over time, they had come to accept him for who he truly was. He spoke about the challenges but also about the freedom that came with embracing one’s true self. “Ryan,” he once said to me, “I know it’s hard, but it’s worth it. You deserve to be who you are. We all do.” His words stuck with me. The way he spoke about his life, the pride he took in being himself, made me realize that there was a life waiting for me too—a life of freedom. But even so, the fear of stepping out into the world remained. I wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t ready to show the world who I really was.

But over time, our bond deepened. Our conversations became more intimate. We shared everything—our dreams, our fears, our desires. Kholovie sent me pictures of his transformations, and I sent him mine. We exchanged makeup tips, talked about the best outfits, and encouraged each other to be bolder, to step more fully into our true selves. Each message from him felt like a small push toward something greater. Something freeing.



Then, one day, Kholovie made an unexpected suggestion. “Why don’t we meet in person?” he asked. “Let’s book a hotel room, get dressed up, and just be ourselves—no secrets, no hiding. Let’s experience the freedom we’ve been dreaming of.”

I was terrified. The thought of meeting Kholovie face-to-face, of stepping out into the world as my true self, filled me with a mixture of excitement and dread. What if someone recognized me? What if the world wasn’t ready to accept me? But Kholovie’s words resonated with me. “We don’t have to hide anymore,” he said. “We deserve to be ourselves, Ryan.”

And so, we made plans. The day arrived, and I met Kholovie at the hotel. When I walked into the room, my breath caught in my chest. He was everything I had imagined and more. His makeup was flawless, his hair perfectly styled, and he wore a dress that complemented his body beautifully. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled—I could tell this was the start of something new. He was not just a friend; he was a kindred spirit, someone who understood me completely, without judgment.



We spent the evening together, helping each other with makeup, sharing our thoughts, hopes, and experiences. We laughed, we talked, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly free. I didn’t have to hide who I was. I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. In that hotel room, with Kholovie by my side, I could finally be the person I had always dreamed of becoming.

I felt beautiful, empowered, and—most importantly—accepted. That night, something changed in me. I realized that I wasn’t alone in this journey anymore. With Kholovie’s love and support, I knew I could face the world. I could be who I truly was…

Submitted by Ryan Cross

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I grew up, and still live in a small town in the Midwest so crossdressing is not an acceptable activity, especially for a well known member of the community. My fascination with nylons and dresses started in 6th grade.



I had a huge crush on one of my friends, a red headed girl in my class. I was sitting in front of her in choir waiting for the Christmas concert to start. I turned around to talk to her and she was wearing a dress and pantyhose, All the girls did in those days. Her legs looked so smooth and soft. I pinched her leg and pulled her pantyhose and she giggled. I ran my hand down her leg a little and it was so soft and smooth. She giggled again. We never did get together.

That summer I was home and noticed  laundry on my parents bed waiting to be put away. There was a pair of pantyhose there. Nobody was in the house at the time so I picked them up. They were so soft and silky. I put them back scared.



A few days later I found them in a drawer with a bunch more. I took a pair and put them on. Omg I was hooked!!! I would sneak in when nobody was around and put them on. One time I put them on under my jeans when we all went to a family gathering. I was so scared and excited all day! That went on for years until high school when I got a girl friend and she liked to wear lingerie and stockings. I was in heaven!

We would go shopping for lingerie for her and it was great! We dated for years into college. I didn’t dress up at all those years. Early one morning after she had spent the night at my place, her nylons were on the couch. I couldn’t resist, I slipped one leg on, it felt so good! She walked out and caught me!!!



I told her I just wanted to see what it felt like. No big deal and Nothing more was ever said. We eventually broke up. I continued to buy lingerie at the places we did so it didn’t seem strange to the store clerks.

Fast forward many years and thanks to the internet I have a large collection of lingerie, heels and dresses. I find another girlfriend that loves to wear lingerie. I don’t remember how or why but I told her that I liked to wear stockings and lingerie too and she was ok with it.



She even wanted to see. It was the most terrifying moment of my life! She kind of liked it! Occasionally we would both be wearing lingerie while having s*x. It was amazing!!! Best Girlfriend Ever!! Sadly we didn’t stay together.

Fast forward many years. I Married my second wife, and she loved wearing lingerie at first. I’m Back in heaven. After 4 years and kids, she doesn’t wear it anymore. The cravings are so strong I started wearing again. One day she finds a garter, stockings and heels that are not hers. She accuses me of cheating on her in our house. I don’t blame her.



I reluctantly I told her it was all mine and I’ve been doing it since 6th grade. She was furious. She told me to never talk about it and never do it around her. I was heart broken and thought she would leave me. We are a blended family with 5 kids and have been married 25 years now. Im 54 and still wear stocking under my clothes in secret every chance I get. I do long to go out in public dressed up.

Submitted by Daniel

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I know that some people may not understand or agree with my lifestyle, and that’s okay. I believe that everyone should have the freedom to express themselves in their own unique way, without fear of judgement or discrimination.



That being said, I also want to acknowledge that my preferences can make some people uncomfortable. If you feel uncomfortable or uneasy around me, I apologize and respect your boundaries. I am not here to force my lifestyle or preferences onto anyone else.

However, for those who are intrigued or curious about my lifestyle, I believe that by educating ourselves and being open-minded, we can create a more accepting and inclusive society.



At the end of the day, I am just a person who wants to live authentically and be accepted for who I am. I appreciate those who are open-minded and accepting of me, and I hope that we can all learn to embrace our differences and celebrate our unique identities.

Submitted by Amanda Bellci

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Since a young age, I was fascinated with girls clothes. I loved how cute my sister’s outfits were than mine when we were kids. She was two years older than me. One day, when no one was around, I wore my sister’s dress and stockings for the first time and I instantly felt like a girl.  When I looked at the mirror, I no longer saw myself as a boy. I completely fell in love with dressing as a girl.

After that, I couldn’t stop wanting to look and feel like a girl. I started sneaking into my sister’s room and wearing her clothes; skirts, dresses, leggings, and even my sister’s bra and panties. The more I dressed, the more I wanted to explore my girly side.



One day, I found a bunch of my sister’s old clothes in the store room and it was really exciting. There were two dresses, her old school uniform ( a white shirt, gray pleated skirt & school tie), two t-shirts, and one black skater skirt. I also found an old black wig that belonged to my mother from halloween. I was trembling with happiness, I grabbed everything and hid the stuff in my room.

That night, I dressed up all night and it was so magical. When I wore the wig and the outfits, I looked and felt like a real girl. The feeling was just amazing. After that, I would dress up every night in my room and it went on for quite a while until I got caught!

One Saturday afternoon, when I was alone in the house, I was dressed in my sister’s old school uniform, which was my favorite outfit to wear at that time. I was walking around the house and having a lot of fun being a girl. My parents were out of town that day and my sister was at her friend’s place. She was only supposed to come home in the evening but she arrived home early.



When my sister came in the house, I was in the kitchen downstair completely unaware that she had arrived. As I walked out of the kitchen, I saw my sister standing right in front of me and she saw me. We both jumped with fright! My sister looked completely shocked and stared at me from top to bottom. I was having a major panic attack! I felt so embarrassed and had no idea what was going to happen now.  After few moments of silence, she realized I was wearing her old school uniform and she couldn’t stop giggling!

“Oh my god! What are you doing? Why are you dressed in my school uniform? And is that mom’s wig you are wearing?” she asked me, staring at me with a big grin on her face.
I didn’t know how to respond. I tried to speak but couldn’t. My sister was giggling the whole time. After a while I finally managed to speak:

” I just wanted to see how it felt to dress as a girl..”. I told her, my face becoming redder and redder by the moment.

“How long have you been dressing up? Do you want to be a girl?”. My sister asked me.



I blushed hard hearing the question. I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth, so I lied: “It’s just today, I was just curious.. and nothing else!”. I told her.

My sister gave me a weird look. I knew she didn’t believe me. I was getting more and more nervous standing there in front of sister. I felt so exposed dressed in her school uniform, just like a vulnerable young girl. I felt so ashamed and angry at myself for not being careful. Now my sister knew I liked dressing up as a girl!

I apologized to her and begged her not to tell our parents. I said it was my first and last time dressing as a girl. She was understanding and didn’t tease or scold me. She was being a good sister and she said she was always there if I wanted to talk about it and I said okay. She never told our parents about what happened between us and I am very grateful to her for that.



It was always strange after that moment; I was too scared to dress up inside the house or tell my sister that I really wanted to dress as a girl sometimes. Many years passed and I did everything I could to suppress my crossdressing urges. I would watch videos of other crossdressers and boy to girl transformation videos on YouTube to satisfy my desire to dress up.

It was only after joining college, I moved to a new apartment alone and I started crossdressing again and it felt so amazing as it did in my early days. I would dress up quite often inside the apartment and do everything like a girl would do. I was so obsessed with looking as feminine and convincing as a beautiful girl. I would spend hours learning makeup, walking in heels, practicing feminine postures and gestures, basically everything I could do to look and pass as a girl.

I spend a lot on women clothes, makeup, wigs, heels, lingerie and everything girly! I got a lot better in my transformation from a guy to a girl and it made me feel very happy. I started posting my photos online and also made so many new crossdresser friends and admirers. It felt amazing to share my feminine self to the rest of the world. I was hooked!



After a year of college, I started dating a girl because she was also into online games and music, just like me. Her name was Riley and I liked hanging out with her. We started getting more closer to each other and I had to be really careful to hide my crossdressing side from her.

Riley was coming over more frequently to my place. So I knew, I had to hide everything from her and anyone else coming in my apartment. I brought a big black container and kept every feminine items inside it and locked it inside the storage room. I started dressing up only at nights to avoid any bad encounters or getting caught.  So, few nights a week, I would dress up from head to toe and enjoy my girl time inside the apartment. I was happy!

One night, I came home pretty drunk after hanging out with few of my college friends.  I don’t know why but I was so charged that night. I wanted to dress up so badly and be handled like a woman. I got dressed in a matching red bra and panty set, sheer black pantyhose and a pink bodycon dress.



I put on makeup and my blonde hair wig. I did a decent job with makeup even though I was so tipsy. I looked hot! Then I put on my 2 inch pumps and I was ready! My heart was pumping with excitement. I put on some pop music and started dancing my heart out. Then I started taking videos of myself dancing and fooling around. It was so much fun!

After half an hour I needed a drink. I poured myself some whisky and went near the window to also have a smoke! I was loving every moment of it. I felt so feminine, so womanly, so powerful! I had no idea why but at that moment, I just wanted to be with a man who would caress and make love to me while I was dressed like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and it was making me super charged.

I went to the bedroom, put on some music and started stripping in front of the mirror. I was feeling hard and fabulous! Then I made love to myself, imagining I was a hot woman and I came hard.. It was so satisfying.. I was pretty tired then and decided to go to bed without cleaning my makeup and taking off my wig. I put on the bra, panty, and the dress back again and went to sleep like a girl.



Next morning, I woke up with the phone ringing and it was my girlfriend. She said she was on her way right now to my apartment and arriving in the next 10 mins or so. I looked at the watch and it was 9:30 am already. I had overslept and now my girlfriend was coming over while I was still dressed like I was. I started to panic and as soon as I put down the phone, I rushed to clean myself up and also my room.

I took off everything that I was wearing, put on my normal guy clothes. Then went to the bathroom, washed my face hard so there was no trace of makeup. Next, picked up all the feminine stuff, put everything back in the container and locked the store room door. Then I went back to the bedroom and tidied everything up and do a double check.

Just then, the door bell rang and it gave me such a fright! My heart started beating faster. As I went to open the door, I couldn’t stop thinking whether or not I had missed anything to hide or remove. I opened the door and greeted Riley with a smile nervously. She came in and my heart was still beating fast. I really hoped I had taken care of everything from last night dressing session.



Riley went to the kitchen and made some coffee. She had brought some cup cakes and we ate and talked for a bit. She didn’t suspect anything and I started feeling normal again.  We hung out for a bit and she said she had to go to her yoga classes in a bit. She went to the bedroom to change into her gym clothes. I was sitting in the sofa in the living room.

After a few minutes, Riley scaremed my name loudly from the bedroom. I turned and saw Riley coming out of the bedroom. Her face looked pretty angry. She was holding a lipstick and pointed it to me. My heart stopped! I had forgotten to hide it. It was the worse feeling. I didn’t know how I was going to explain it to her.

“What is this?? Have you been cheating on me?” Riley screamed at me!

“NO! its not what you think!” I said, my whole body trembling with fear.

“Then explain it to me! or else.. its over between us”. She ordered.



I sat there, everything was complete silence and then Riley started crying! I felt terrible and ashamed! I knew she would never understand if I told her I was a crossdresser. She would think I was such a freak!! But I had no other option than to tell her and I did! I told her everything about my crossdressing and Riley listened in horror. No wonder, she was completely in shock when I told her I liked dressing as a girl sometimes.

After I told her everything, she sat down on the sofa with a confused expression on her face. I knew she was having a hard time processing all the things I told her. I gave her time to respond and waited quietly for her reaction.

After few minutes, she asked “How long have you been doing this?”.

I said “Since I was 14 years old!”, feeling embarrassed.

Riley paused again for a bit, took a deep breathe, and asked me again: “Do you like guys? I had no idea about your crossdressing desire! Would you have never told me if I hadn’t caught you?”.



“No! I just like to dress up sometimes. I don’t know why! I am not into guys, I promise! Its just that its very hard to explain why I like dressing up. Its not that I haven’t tried everything I can to suppress it. But I never could stop it! I am really sorry, I really am but I completely understand if you don’t want to be together anymore! I am so sorry.. I kept this a secret but I didn’t know how to tell you about this.” I replied covering my face with shame.

“Do you have pics of you dressed as a girl?” Riley asked me, her voice now a bit softer.

I was so scared with her question. I didn’t know how to respond to that. If I showed her my feminine self, things would never be same after that. And I was really sacred how she would react to the photos! She might think I am such a sissy!

“Please! I need to really see this”. She insisted with watery eyes.



I said okay and took out my phone. My hands were shaking like crazy! Then I opened a pic where I was dressed in a black bodycon dress, nude pantyhose and heels with full makeup and wig.  I took a deep breathe and handed the phone to Riley.

I could tell from her face that she was shocked!

“Is this really YOU??” Riley asked with disbelief, her mouth wide open.

I nodded. She then scrolled through the pics and there were a lot of naughty pics in there too. I felt so embarrassed and guilty. I wanted to snatch the phone back before she saw everything but I was too sacred to do anything!

Riley went through all the photos and I knew our relationship was over now! I felt miserable and weak. I couldn’t believe this was how it was going to end.



“Wow!! You really surprised me today! I had no idea you liked being feminine and also so naughty! But you do look pretty good as a girl, I would have never guessed! Are you sure, you like girls and not guys?”. Riley asked with curiosity.

“I promise, I am not in to guys! I just like dressing up sometimes! I will stop dressing up, I promise”. I replied feeling embarrassed.

Then Riley said: “This is a lot for me to process. I need some time to think.. I don’t know what we are going to do about this! You should have told me about this before.. I feel cheated and hurt. I might not be able to go through this with you.. I need some time to think”.

It was the worse feeling ever, getting caught and broken up the same day. Then Riley left and I had never felt so bad and lonely in my life. Few days passed and I was so depressed. Riley was not answering my texts or calls. Then one morning, I got a call from Riley and she said she was coming over to my place. That cheered me up a bit. I really hoped Riley would listen to my apology and forgive me.



I waited anxiously for Riley’s arrival. It felt like time was moving so so slow. So many thoughts were racing through my mind and I was also feeling very nervous to face Riley. Finally she arrived and my heart started beating a lot faster when I saw her. She came in and sat on the sofa. I followed and sat next to her.

“How have you been?” Riley asked me.

“Not good really! I feel terrible for hiding my secrets from you. I promise I will never dress again! Please just forgive me Riley!” I replied becoming too emotional out of no where.

“I thought about it a lot and I am still trying hard to process everything. Since I saw your pics, those images of you have been constantly in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about it and wonder if you actually may want to be a girl full time in the future.'” Riley said with a sad tone in her voice.



“NO!! Its not like that.. I only dressed a few times and I swear I will completely stop! You have to believe me Riley, please!” I begged her.

“Okay, I am willing to give it another chance but the only way I think I can move past this is to actually see you as a girl with my own eyes!” Riley said nervously.

My heart stopped and my body went cold instantly. I was shocked with what Riley just told me. How could I dress in front of her, I would die of embarrassment.

“Please Riley! I don’t think I can ever dress in front of you! Its too humiliating for me!” I begged her.

“I need to see you as a girl so that I know how I feel about it. Its not that I want to make you feel embarrassed but I really need to understand if I am okay with this! So, I need you to crossdress in front of me!”. Riley said as she started to whimper.



I was so shaken, just by thinking about what Riley was asking me to do. I felt like I had no other choice but to show Riley my feminine side.

“Okay, I will do it!” I said nervously.

Riley looked at me with a hopeful smile and grabbed my hand. Then, she came closer and kissed me on my cheek.

“Okay, I am ready whenever you are..” Riley spoke softly.

I nodded and stood up slowly. I was so scared and ashamed!

“Are you really sure you want to see me dressed up?” I asked Riley one last time. Riley nodded!

I got up and went to store room to get my feminine stuff. I was terrified about what was going to happen next. Slowly, I opened the container and I was completely blank! A shiver went through my whole body and I was regretting everything. With a deep breathe, I tried to focus again but I couldn’t decide what I should wear.



After thinking really hard for a bit, I realized that if I was going to dress up and show Riley my true feminine side, I might as well go full way and look as feminine as possible. I started feeling a bit confident now but I was really scared how Riley was going to react seeing me as a girl!

Finally, I picked up a grey bodycon dress, a padded bra, panty, black pantyhose, heels and my brunette wig. As I undressed, my heart was racing faster and faster. I put on the bra and panty first. Then I stuffed the bra with some socks. After that, I put on the pantyhose and then the dress. I couldn’t believe it was really happening with me.

My head was overflowing with so many questions and I was really scared. I managed to put the wig on me and lastly, put on the heels. I was ready! I gave myself one last look in the mirror. This was it! I called to Riley that I was ready and she told me to come out. My whole body was now trembling with fear and embarrassment. I took a deep breathe and walked out slowly.



The sound of my heels filled the air. I felt more and more nervous with every step I took forward. As I walked out slowly, Riley was standing there, waiting for me. When I saw her it felt like my heart was about to explode! Riley shouted in shock when she saw me. I could feel her gaze one me. It felt like I was standing there in a very bright spotlight.

“WOW!! I can’t believe its really you! You look totally different.. You look pretty cute than I imagined! Wow..just wow.. I can’t believe it..” Riley shouted at me with a lot of excitement in her voice.

That made me even more nervous. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just wanted to get it over with.

“Can I change back now?” I requested Riley.

“No.. come here and sit down with me.” Riley demanded.



My hope of making out of it quick went in flames. I sighed and walked slowly towards Riley and sat down next to her. All the while, Riley was eyeing me like a candy and I couldn’t even look at her face. I was so embarrassed. I just sat there having no courage to speak or look back at Riley! We sat there silently for a few minutes and then Riley finally spoke.

“Its amazing how feminine you look and how well you carry yourself as a girl! I can tell you have been doing this a long time! I am really surprised today!” Riley said while coming a bit closer to me. Then she stroked my hair gently and lifted my face with her hand. She wanted me to look at her. I was so shy and nervous! I tried looking away. But she was very persistent and I finally looked at her! It was terrifying! I couldn’t do it and looked down at the floor again.

“Why don’t you say something? How do you feel? Do you like it that you are crossdressing in front of me?” Riley asked.



“No, not really.. I don’t feel very comfortable doing this! Can I please go and change!” I begged her.

“Its okay honey! I think we can do something about this! Looking at you right now, it doesn’t feel as awkward as I imagined it would be. You kinda look cute and I think I will be okay with you crossdressing.. as long as you are honest with me about it. But you have to promise that you really like me and you don’t have feelings for other men!”

I was a bit relieved hearing that. I nodded and we hugged. It felt so strange when our bodies touched. It felt like it was my first time hugging her! I don’t know if it was because I was dressed as a girl or it was the circumstances! But I slowly started feeling a lot more comfortable in front of Riley now.



Then we talked for hours about my crossdressing and how both of us were going to handle it. She had so many questions and I patiently answered her every question. She seem to be satisfied with my answers and told me that she trusted me. I thanked her and we kissed! It was so different and I asked Riley if it was okay with her. She said it was no different than before with a smile! I was so relieved. Then Riley had to leave to meet a friend and we hugged before she left. I was so so relieved and happy!

After Riley left, I just sat there thinking about everything that happened. I couldn’t believe that Riley was so understanding and accepted my crossdressing. I could feel a new sense of freedom and it made me feel so much lighter. I decided to spend the rest of the day as girl and did my makeup and got ready properly. Then I took a lot of photos& videos and spent the whole day as a girl. It was amazing..



Riley and I dated for a year after that and then we broke up! During our time, she dressed me a couple of time and she was really supportive. I wished we went out in public together but it never happened. But I am still very happy that she supported my crossdressing and I will always be so grateful to her!

Submitted by Jenny.

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My family is quite religious and that was the reason I never had the courage to tell my parents about my dressing urges. I knew they would never understand. So, I dressed in secret whenever I had a chance. I did have few really close encounter with my mom when I was dressed in her clothes.  But luckily, I never got caught red handed.

As I started college, I signed myself up for more sports activities to suppress my feminine side. I moved out and started living with a male friend. For a few years during college, I stopped dressing in women’s clothes. I would get the urge to dress up now and then but I resisted every time.



After college, I joined a software firm as an intern. There I met a beautiful girl ‘Janice’ and we started dating. After few months of seeing each other, we decided to move in together. It was nice living together and we were both earning good money at that time.

One afternoon, I was home a bit early from work and it was a hot day. So, I decided to take a shower and I went into the bathroom. As I was taking off my clothes, I noticed Janice’s panties lying on the floor. It was a pink lace panty with a cute bow in the front. I suddenly got this intense urge to put on the panties. I couldn’t resist it. I picked it up from the floor and slowly put it on. My body trembled with excitement. Everything came back to me. I remembered how much I loved wearing panties.

Since, I was home early that day, I knew I had some time on my own. I put on my robe, still wearing the panty and went to the bedroom. Then I opened my girlfriend’s closet and I could sense my heart beating faster. It was such a rush looking through Janice outfits, especially her panties and lingerie collection. After deciding what to wear for sometime, I finally took out a white padded bra and a  black bodycon dress to wear.



I closed all the curtain in the bedroom. I surely didn’t wanted any of my neighbors to catch any glimpse of me. Then I took of my robe and put on the bra first. It was a bit tight but I managed to put it on. I loved how the straps felt on my shoulder. The padding made it look like I naturally had tiny b00bies. I loved the feeling of the bra pressing against my skin. Then I put on the bodycon dress. I simply loved how figure hugging it was. My body looked so much better in a dress than in guy’s clothes.

I went in front of the mirror to check out how I looked. I blushed when I saw myself. I was so happy to see how cute I looked dressed as a girl. I must have spent hours just standing in-front of the mirror, posing and admiring myself. I loved every moment of it.

As it started getting dark outside, I realized I had lost track of time and needed to change back before Janice arrived home. So, I undressed myself, put everything back where they were and took a shower.  All the while, I just couldn’t stop wondering why I liked dressing as a girl so much and why I was attracted to girl’s clothes. Afterwards, I felt a bit shameful that I dressed in Janice’s clothes. I was confused whether or not I should tell Janice about what happened earlier.



When Janice arrived home, I was quite nervous. I couldn’t decide whether or not I should tell her that I wore her clothes and I has this urge sometimes to  dress as a girl. I knew that could put our whole relationship in a big mess. So, I decided to not tell her and didn’t dress for the next couple of weeks until one day Janice said she was going out of town for her cousin’s wedding for 3-4 days.

The thought of being along for a few days sparked a new excitement in me. I started having the urge to dress up again. This was certainly a great opportunity for me to live as a girl for few days. I decided that it was going to be the last time I dressed as a girl but I would enjoy it to the fullest. I began preparing for the special day. Janice was busy with her own thing with the wedding. So, I had more time to plan everything perfectly.

I figured online shopping would be the best way to buy everything I needed. I browsed through a lot of clothing shops online because Janice clothes were small for me to dress up. Many times I just lost track of time as there were so many choices when it came to shopping for girl’s clothes. After hours of looking around, I finally ordered a bra & panty set, a lace hair wig, high heels, two dresses,  sheer pantyhose, and even breastf0rms. All the items arrived within the next few days and I hid them in the garage. I was super excited for the moment to arrive when I could fully dress up from head to toe and transform myself into a beautiful woman.



Finally the day arrived, I dropped Janice at the airport, kissed her goodbye, and went back home. I was so excited to have the next few days all to myself. When I reached home, I went straight to the garage where I had hidden all of the things I brought and took them to the bedroom. First, I unwrapped everything; two dresses, a bra, panty, wig, heels, breastf0rms, and pantyhose; and laid them neatly on the bed. It was so much fun just doing that. Now time to get ready!

I decided to shave off my facial hair and also my legs. I wanted to have smooth legs like gorgeous models. I took a shower and shaved my face and legs. Then I put on moisturizer on my face and all over my body. Now, it was time to put on the bra and panty. My body was shaking with delight. I put on the bra & panty and instantly felt so feminine. I slipped on the breastf0rms into the bra’s cup and I was shocked how real they looked and felt. I couldn’t stop jiggling them. I was so glad that I brought them, it was really worth the experience. 

Next, I picked the pantyhose and put them on slowly. I was very careful because I didn’t wanted to rip them up because of my excitement. I managed to pull the pantyhose all the way up without any rip and did some final adjustment so that it looked nice and smooth. I loved how sexy my legs looked now and the sensation of wearing pantyhose on clean, shaved legs was amazing. I rubbed my legs together and it was divine.



Now, time to pick a dress. I had brought two dresses; one was a leopard print bodycon dress with a full sleeve black top attached and the other dress was a white floral knee length dress. I decided to go with the leopard print dress. I put on the dress and it was magical how it felt on my body. It was a bit short but I liked it. I twirled in front of the mirror to check how I looked from all the angles and I couldn’t help smiling looking at myself. My body was now completely feminized and I loved how feminine I looked and felt.

It was now time to put on the hair wig and some makeup to complete my transformation. The wig also came with a hair cap. I put on the hair cap first and then tried on the wig. I struggled a lot because I had never worn a hair wig before. It was harder than I had thought but after a few try I managed to put it on. I could already feel how much of a difference it made to simply put on a wig and having long hair.

When I looked into the mirror to make some final adjustments, I was blown away by how different I looked now. I didn’t look like a guy anymore, I looked like a WOMAN! I had no idea a wig could change my appearance so much. I was so happy to finally see the woman that was hiding inside me all these time. I felt beautiful, strong and confident! I couldn’t believe how strong the feminine energy was, radiating throughout my body at that moment. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, looking at myself, admiring and accepting my new self. It took a while for everything to sink in. It felt so right, I felt so happy!



Moving on, now it was time to put on the heels. I had already tried it once  when it arrived, just to check the fit and it was a lovely fit. I sat down and slipped on the heels. Heels really added so much glam to my feet and legs, especially with pantyhose. I stood up, took a deep breathe and took the first few steps as a woman and it felt great! The whole experience of transforming myself into a woman was so much intense than I had imagined it to be. I was glad that I decided to dress up otherwise I would have never known how amazing it felt. I no longer felt like a guy, I felt like a beautiful woman!

I walked around in the bed room for few minutes, just to get the hang of walking in heels and also my new self. It was a lot of fun. Next, it was time to put on some makeup. I had watched a lot of makeup tutorials on YouTube to be ready for this moment and I was excited for this. I went to the Janice’s dressing table and took out her makeup kit. It had everything I needed and I didn’t want to put on too much makeup, just enough to minimize my male features.

I took some moisturizer first and as I was applying it on my face, hairs kept getting in the way. I realized this could be a problem for me to apply makeup properly. So, I looked around and saw a couple of Janice’s hair clips. I took one and used it to clip the hairs back. It was better now and I proceeded with the steps.



After moisturizing my face, I put on some foundation on my face, not too much, and gently tried blending it all over my face with a beauty blender. I had seen Janice do this a lot of time and it definitely helped me use the right amount of foundation. I could see how smooth and bright my face looked after applying foundation.

Next, I used some eyeliners to draw a nice line over my eyelids to make them look more feminine. Janice only had liquid eyeliners and it was quite tricky to use. I kept messing up, had to wipe the eyeliner with tissue papers and redo the foundation step again and again around the eyes. After quite a few tries, I managed to draw decent eyelines and I simply loved how my eyes looked so beautiful and feminine now.

Lastly, it was time to put on some lipstick. I couldn’t decided which color shade to use since Janice had such a big collection of lipsticks and lip gloss. After looking around, I went with a light shade pink lip gloss. I might have applied a bit too much but I liked how my lips looked so glossy and attractive.



Now that the makeover was complete, I was pretty happy with the outcome, especially because it was my first time wearing makeup. I felt like I did a decent job. I would have never believed that I could look so beautiful as a woman. It was a lovely experience to try makeup. I felt like I was glowing now!

I looked around in the dressing table and saw Janice’s jewelry box. I opened it and there were some cute necklaces, earrings, and some bracelets. I took out a necklace and I also noticed a cute clip-on earrings that I had seen Janice wear before. I put them on and I was quite happy with the look. It was amazing how accessories could add so much style even if there are just small pieces. Then, lastly I choose one of Janice’s perfume and sprayed it on myself. The scent made me feel so womanly and beautiful.

I felt like my transformation was complete now, I loved how I looked and I just felt amazing. As I was checking the drawer one last time to see if there was anything I missed, I noticed some press on nails on the drawer. I decided why not and applied them on my nails. I had seen Janice apply press on nails many times before so I had some ideas on how to put them on. After I was done, I loved how my nails looked, they looked so pretty.



I was all set now. I took off the hair clip and let the hair down. I liked how flowy the hair wig was and made some last adjustments. I stood up and walked towards the full length mirror we had in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe my own reflection and how gorgeous I looked as a woman. I could just stand there and look at myself for hours.

Then suddenly my stomach growled, I was so focused on getting ready that I completely forgot to eat something.  I looked at the watch and I was surprised to see that it had almost been 4 hours since I started getting ready! I didn’t want to lose track of time again, so I put on my watch just to remind myself.

I stepped out of the room to go to the kitchen but it felt so different, walking in my new attire. I was scared and excited at the same time. The sound of heels as I walked gave me so much pleasure and the realization of how it felt being a woman. The rush was unbelievable. I reached the kitchen and took out some leftover pizza from the refrigerator. Heated it up in microwave and grabbed myself a soda as well. I sat down and started eating. Even though I was very hungry, I decided to eat slowly, just like a lady would. I wanted to be bring out my feminine manners to the fullest.



Now that I was full, I had a lot of energy to do things. I thought about what to do next and decided to take some photos and videos. So, I went back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and tripod, set it up, and started taking some pics and videos. As a guy, I didn’t really like taking pics of myself but now that I was dressed as a woman, I loved it. I really enjoyed modeling in front of the camera. It was so much fun. I just didn’t want to stop. When I checked the time, an hour had already passed.

I sat down to get some rest as my feet started feeling a little sore but I didn’t want to take off the heels. I started going through the pics and videos I had just taken. Most of them came out so good. Just then I got a call, it was Janice. I jumped up in fright! I got so nervous to pick it up but I knew I had too. I just prayed she wouldn’t ask to turn on the video.

With a deep breathe, I answered the call. As we talked, slowly all the excitement I had for the next few days vanished. Janice told me that she was coming back the next evening because there has been some emergency at work. I was so bumped. But I tried to reply as calmly as possible and said okay. We talked for a bit and she told me what was going on at the wedding but my mind was so distracted by the thought that I wouldn’t have more time for myself anymore.



After the call ended, I was really frustrated but I knew I had to make the best of the situation. After trying to think for a bit about what I should do next, a thought came to my mind. Why not go to the backyard and record myself there in the open. It would be a complete new experience for me. Just the thought of it gave me such a rush. My body shivered with excitement again. I figured I might make it a little more adventurous.

I took the tripod, my phone, and walked towards the backyard. Our backyard is a pretty private area and the neighbors can’t see much with all the big fences around the perimeter.  I paused at the back door, I could feel my heart beat rising up. What if the neighbors see me like this? I would be in so much trouble? Maybe it was a bad idea. But something inside me was telling me it was now or never! I might never get another opportunity like this.

I was feeling the rush, it was so intense, and I wanted it so badly. I opened the door and stepped outside. I instantly felt so vulnerable and exposed like never before in my life. I looked around to check if any of the neighbors were outside. I didn’t see or hear anyone. I decided to take some pics and videos fast and go back in the house. I set up the tripod & phone and started recording myself. Strangely it felt like I was being watched the whole time. My senses were on full alert! My eyes and ears were automatically scanning around from time to time involuntarily. But there was no one!



Slowly, my confidence returned and I felt more at ease. It was such an intense sensation to be out of the house, even though it was just on my backyard. To be out in the open was just so different, it was an incredible experience. I felt so happy and grateful that I was able to express & experience my feminine side. I clicked a lot of pics and recorded plenty of videos. It was so much fun! I finally looked at the watch and another hour had easily passed by. 

I sat there trying to grasp everything, every emotion that I was feeling. I wanted to record everything I was experiencing at that moment in my head. I didn’t want this wonderful feeling to end.  I wondered what I should do next now. Maybe something even more adventurous? Then I got this idea of maybe going out in public. That would be the ultimate feminine experience for me. I didn’t know what came over me at that instance but I just knew I had to do it. I didn’t care about anything else now. The rush was just too strong!



I went back inside the house and went straight to the bedroom. Then I took out one of Janice purse. I put my phone and the house keys inside it. Then I took out an overcoat from Janice’s wardrobe and put it on. In case any of the neighbors did see me, I didn’t wanted them to see me in the way that I was dressed.  I grabbed the car keys and reached the front door. I took a peak outside from the window to see if anyone was out in the streets or if there were any neighbors out of their house. I saw no one.

This was it! I took a deep breathe and stepped out. My heart was beating like crazy. I locked the door and marched straight to my car without looking anywhere. It felt like million eyes were gazing at me. Walking from the front door to the car felt like a mile’s walk. I reached the car, opened it and got inside.

Once I was in the car, it felt more safe. I glanced around and there wasn’t anyone there. I knew I couldn’t sit there for long, somebody will surely see me. So, I started the car and just drove. It was the most intense thing that I had ever done in my life but it felt great!



Once I was out of my neighborhood, I stopped the car and took off the overcoat. Then I saw a car coming from ahead and I almost had a heart attack. It was my first public encounter with someone as a woman.  I couldn’t stop my body from shaking. I pretended to search something on the passenger’s seat to cover my face from anyone that was in the other car. Once the car had passed, I breathe a big sign of relief. I decided to drive to a near by departmental store, not a lot of people went there since a new mall opened up near by.

Driving in heels so so hard and every time a car passed by I would just freak out. But I loved everything that was going around me. I managed to get used to this new feeling  and just did my best to avoid any eye contact with the people in the passing cars. I finally reached the parking lot of the store. There was only one car parked there. I knew it would be just too much to go inside the store. I would surely be found out. So I just took out my phone and decided to click some pics inside the car and leave.

Just then, a car came out of nowhere and parked near me. My heart stopped! I didn’t have the courage to look. So, I  pretended to be busy on the phone. I only looked up once I heard the footsteps going away. I looked and it was an elderly lady and she slowly walked into the store. I knew that was enough interaction for me. I didn’t want any more close encounter with people. So, I started the car and decided to drive back home.



On the way, I parked on an empty road and got out briefly, pretending to check the tires. It was so wonderful, the feeling of wind on my pantyhose legs, hair floating in the breeze and the freedom of being out. I was just starting to really enjoy the moment when I heard a car coming by and that gave me a big fright! I jumped back in my car and pretended to search something in the passengers seat once again until the car drove by. It would take a lot of going out to be used to these kind of encounter for sure I thought.

I put on the overcoat and slowly drove back home. I enjoyed the ride back so much. It felt like if I was driving out in the open roads for the first time. When I reached my neighborhood, I could feel my heart beat rising up again. I really hoped there weren’t any neighbors outside.



Luckily, there were none when I reached home. I parked the car as close as I could to the front door as possible. Then I made a run to the front door, opened it as fast as I could and went inside. Once inside, I could feel my mind and body finally being able to relax and not having to be on a full alert mode.  I couldn’t believe how a normal day turned out to be the biggest day of my life. There was a big smile on my face. A day out as a woman and it was beautiful.

Submitted by Samantha 

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First opportunity I got when I moved to college and have my own room. I started shopping online for all the items in my dream list. Like any crossdresser first I bought couple of bra and panties. A blonde hair wig to my waist length. Sexy red hot mini dress and a sleeping gown. I used to dress up late in night and sleep with it. Wake up early in morning and pack everything. I was very smart to never caught.



Next step was to apply some makeup, I was very excited to apply lipstick, mascara, eyelashes and also the jewelry. After being patient,  got the time when I moved to university and also started working part-time. Now I have my own small place where I can live like Christine without any disturbance. Yes! CHRISTINE that’s my female name now.

I watched videos on YouTube for male to female transformation and make up tips. Slowly with time and practice I can say now that am passable with my female look. Honestly am proud of myself as Christine. So what next ??

Ultimate goal of any crossdresser is her desire to be seen in public, that thrill that feeling is so wild that I was dying to go for. But it’s not easy. So far all my fantasy and desires were with me only. Outside normal world I was so normal.
But I have started exploring more on social media.



Creating account in name of Christine and posting my best dressed pics. And then reading comments and compliments again again was so fun. Now I was chatting with many guys as well. Can’t say how I wanted to meet them as Christine. So far I was pretending to be a real girl and had hard time denying their meet up, or audio video call requests.

There was one guy Anthony who was really so desperate for me. Whole day I use to wait for his text. He was insisting to meet but I had no courage to tell him the truth, I didn’t want to lose him. Then comes the day.

One night it was so late in night we were chatting. He was so passionate to see me. Deep in my heart I wanted the same. I gave him address of one block next to mine. I planned to see him secretly and then to text him sorry that I can’t come. I don’t know what was going in my mind. We were chatting constantly. He started driving, told .e that he will be stopping by to get the cond0ms.



I asked him what dress shall I put on. He asked me to put pink thongs. No bra and just put on a long shirt, nothing else. I was do excited. I did exactly what he wanted plus my hair wig , makeup, clip earrings, and heels. Chanel perfume and I was ready. I saw myself in full length mirror and my goodness I was turning on myself. Though I knew I am not gonna meet him exactly.

Finally he arrived, he sent his car number and I can see from my window. I even asked him to come out and raise his hand up so that I can confirm its him. He did and omg he was tall handsome guy . I couldn’t believe he is here for me. I was breathing heavily. Oh dear God what to do.

Other end he was getting impatient now. Was asking why am not coming out. Same time he was also sharing how he gonna make love in car. Said I will spank your face against the window. I was like oh poor Christine you are dead.
I took deep breath. With all my courage I text him.



“Dear Anthony I love you , but I am not the one what you think, I am cd. Am not a typical gay but a boy who feel like he is a girl. I still love you as Christine. Sorry but now you can abuse me and block me. Sorry to hurt you feelings. With love Christine ”

I pressed send then my heart was like stopped beating. I was waiting to see his car leaving.

Time stopped, I didn’t want to look into chat box. 5 minutes and his car was still there. I decided to look into his reply.

And I can’t believe what I was reading. My heart was pumping like crazy.

He said “Christine you are a bitch, and f**k I love you. I don’t know about guy you talking about but if you are still out there in pink thong under long shirt you are my Christine, the only one I know. You are my babe and me and my car still waiting for you. If you think yourself as Christine then come out from hiding and be the one. Love you Christine. ”



I read and I was standing like dead, frozen. Then I realized where I am and it’s time to decide.

I stopped thinking and asked to my heart what to do. Christine this is your moment you were dreaming whole life. I don’t know what happened but I found myself stepping out of my apartment. I could hear my heels sound but my heart was beating even louder…..

Christine fairy life to be continued…..

Submitted by Christine

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