“Come on,” she pleaded, tugging at my arm. “You have the perfect bone structure for this. It’ll be hilarious, and we’ll get so many views.”



I laughed it off at first, but after twenty minutes of her pouting and promising to buy me dinner for a week, I caved. I figured it was just a bit of fun—a temporary costume for a laugh. I had no idea how much I was about to surprise myself.

The Makeover

The process took nearly three hours. Chloe took it seriously, treating my face like a blank canvas. I sat in her vanity chair as she applied layers I didn’t even know existed: primer, foundation, contour, and a shimmering highlighter that made my cheekbones pop.



“Close your eyes,” she whispered, her voice focused as she swept a heavy, smoky glam look across my lids. Then came the lashes—long, fluttery things that felt like tiny fans every time I blinked.

Then came the clothes. She had a bag ready, filled with things she’d bought from her house specifically for this:

The Foundation: A pair of silk panties and a padded lace bra that she helped me “fill out” with some clever padding.



The Base: A pair of sheer, nude pantyhose that felt strangely cooling and smooth against my skin.

The Outfit: A soft white cami and a bubblegum-pink mini skirt.

The Accessories: A pair of four-inch white stilettos that made me feel like I was standing on top of the world.

The Crowning Glory: A long, platinum-blonde wig with soft beach waves.The Mirror Moment

When she finally let me stand up and look into the full-length mirror, my heart actually skipped a beat. I didn’t see the guy who worked in IT or played video games on the weekends. I saw a girl. And not just any girl—a gorgeous one.



The makeup had softened my jawline, the wig framed my face perfectly, and the skirt-and-heels combo made my legs look miles long. I was stunned. My mouth actually hung open.

“Oh my god,” Chloe breathed, her hands over her mouth. “I… I knew you’d look good, but you’re actually beautiful. Like, seriously pretty.”

I couldn’t stop staring. I touched my own cheek, mesmerized by the transformation. I felt a weird, fluttery sensation in my stomach that wasn’t just nerves—it was excitement.



The Shoot and the Secret

“Okay, we have to film this!” Chloe cheered, snapping out of her shock.

She spent the next hour directing me around the bedroom. She had me sit on the edge of the bed, look over my shoulder, and do a slow-motion “catwalk” in those lethal heels. I felt shy at first, but the more the camera clicked, the more I started to lean into it. I started posing, arching my back, and flipping the blonde hair.“Chloe, listen,” I said as she started editing the clips on her phone. “Don’t actually post those. It was fun, but I don’t want the guys at work seeing this.”

“Too late!” she chirped, hitting ‘Upload’ before I could grab the phone. “The world needs to see this masterpiece.”



I panicked for about ten minutes, certain my life was over. But then, the notifications started.

Going Viral

By the next morning, the video had over a million views. I scrolled through the comments with a mix of dread and fascination.

“Wait, is that actually a guy? He’s prettier than I am!”
“The legs! Those heels! Absolute icon.”
“The girlfriend did an amazing job, but he’s a natural.”



The validation was intoxicating. People weren’t mocking me; they were complimenting me. I found myself refreshing the page every ten minutes just to read more praise. I loved the attention. I loved that people thought I was beautiful.

Later that week, after the hype died down, I found myself back in my boring jeans and t-shirt. I looked at the bag of clothes Chloe had bought for the trend, tucked away in the corner of the closet. My heart raced just looking at it.



I realized then that I wasn’t just “playing along” anymore. I missed the feeling of the silk, the height of the heels, and the way the world looked through those long, dark lashes. I had fallen in love with the girl in the mirror—and I knew, in secret, I was never going to let her go.

Submitted by Jane

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The look of sheer shock and anger on her face is something I’ll never forget. She scolded me harshly, her words sharp and laced with a deep misunderstanding.



Filled with shame and guilt, I shoved those desires deep down into a mental lockbox. I threw myself into being the “normal” son she wanted. I completely stopped crossdressing for years.

That repression lasted until I joined college and finally moved into a tiny apartment in California, living entirely alone for the first time in my life. The freedom was deafening.Without the constant fear of footsteps in the hallway or a door swinging open, the lockbox in my mind burst open. The desire to crossdress came rushing back like a tidal wave, and this time, I had absolutely no intention of resisting it.

I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I went online and ordered everything I needed for a full feminine transformation.

The packages arrived one by one, filling my tiny apartment with treasures: flowing dresses, lacy undergarments, sheer pantyhose, a pair of elegant heels, a full makeup kit, a high-quality wig, and delicate accessories to tie it all together.



I planned my transformation for a quiet Friday night. I took my time, carefully shaving my legs and applying the makeup I had spent hours watching tutorials to perfect. I slipped on the undergarments, the pantyhose, and a beautiful dress, finishing the look with the wig and heels.When I finally turned to look at myself in the full-length mirror, my breath caught in my throat. I was absolutely amazed.

Staring back at me wasn’t the boy who had been scolded years ago; it was a beautiful, confident young woman. I felt like a girl, and for the first time, I truly looked like one. The shame was completely gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of euphoria.



That night changed everything. It ignited a burning desire within me to look as convincingly feminine as possible. Over time, my wardrobe expanded. I bought more dresses, skirts, accessories, and makeup, refining my style and my skills.

It reached a point where, as soon as my college classes were done for the day, I would come home and immediately transform. I started dressing as a girl almost every single day. The happiness and peace it brought me were indescribable.



Eventually, keeping this beautiful side of myself confined to my apartment wasn’t enough. I wanted to share her with the world. I created an anonymous social media account and started posting photos and videos of my outfits, my makeup, and my everyday life as my feminine self.

I didn’t know what to expect, but the response was explosive. My follower count grew rapidly, filled with people who praised my style, my makeup skills, and my confidence.



I realized then just how far I had come from that frightened fourteen-year-old. I love the attention and the affection I get online, but more than that, I love the person I see in the mirror. I finally figured out who I am, and I wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

Submitted by Kai

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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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