Wonderful Crossdressing Story pt 3

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Part 2: http://blog.feminization.us/wonderful-crossdressing-story-pt-2?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss

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Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night

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So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.

He bought me a drink, I accepted, not knowing how to decline in a situation of complete
embarrassment and fear, so I took the glass, and felt myself smiling while we clinked
them together. The alcohol made me feel a lot less scared, and a lot more confident. I
wanted… I felt like I wanted… I needed to kiss him. Or I needed him to kiss me. It was too
much for me otherwise, being so pent up and alone as a woman, I needed him to help me
relieve some of the stress.

I don’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but they were coming, a lot. He
caught my eye again and again, and before long he took my hand, and brought me closer.
I could feel my boobs pressing up against his chest, the hard, unyielding mass of his mus-
culature, and then the soft press of his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and I gave in to him,
he’d won me, and we embraced, kissing again and again, letting the rhythm sway us side
to side. This got a reaction from my friends, but I didn’t care, they’d brought me there.

I was loathe to let him drive me anywhere, but he offered to help me home in the taxi,
before definitely positively absolutely leaving. I didn’t want a guy coming into my apart-
ment, not so soon after the change, but I thought I might be able to stomach a kiss at the
door, before I went off to bed. I was so tired and yet so electric from the events of the day.
l didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once the door was closed. I was so hot
and bothered! A guy had kissed me! I’d let him! I’d kissed him back!

The taxi didn’t wait for him once he got out to say goodbye, which was funny, but at the
same time it left the two of us on the doorstep with nowhere to go. It was as if something
was trying to curse me, as the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. I couldn’t ex-
actly let him get wet could I?

l-le complemented me on my place, and then I tried to just wait out the rain, checking out
the window for any change. I never noticed him behind me. Then I noticed him pressing
up against my back, and the hardness, though not his chest this time. I froze with fear,
but he kept it going, caressing me, slowly removing my dress, and then turning me
around. I’d never felt so perfectly vulnerable in all my life. He took my by the hand, and
knowing exactly the right way to do everything, changed my life forever.

1 was sore the next morning, but never about my choice to become a woman.


Sissy crossdressing fiction one of the girl night

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So there I was, two months after becoming a girl, on the dance floor, surrounded by beau-
tiful women professing to being my friends, with a man way too close to me. I could smell
his aftershave, and feel the warmth coming from his body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about
him. His handsomeness was intoxicating, every time I looked at him I got more confused,
and the more I felt his warmth, the more I began to feel something blooming within.

He bought me a drink, I accepted, not knowing how to decline in a situation of complete
embarrassment and fear, so I took the glass, and felt myself smiling while we clinked
them together. The alcohol made me feel a lot less scared, and a lot more confident. I
wanted… I felt like I wanted… I needed to kiss him. Or I needed him to kiss me. It was too
much for me otherwise, being so pent up and alone as a woman, I needed him to help me
relieve some of the stress.

I don’t know where the thoughts were coming from, but they were coming, a lot. He
caught my eye again and again, and before long he took my hand, and brought me closer.
I could feel my boobs pressing up against his chest, the hard, unyielding mass of his mus-
culature, and then the soft press of his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and I gave in to him,
he’d won me, and we embraced, kissing again and again, letting the rhythm sway us side
to side. This got a reaction from my friends, but I didn’t care, they’d brought me there.

I was loathe to let him drive me anywhere, but he offered to help me home in the taxi,
before definitely positively absolutely leaving. I didn’t want a guy coming into my apart-
ment, not so soon after the change, but I thought I might be able to stomach a kiss at the
door, before I went off to bed. I was so tired and yet so electric from the events of the day.
l didn’t know what I was going to do with myself once the door was closed. I was so hot
and bothered! A guy had kissed me! I’d let him! I’d kissed him back!

The taxi didn’t wait for him once he got out to say goodbye, which was funny, but at the
same time it left the two of us on the doorstep with nowhere to go. It was as if something
was trying to curse me, as the heavens opened and the rain began to pour. I couldn’t ex-
actly let him get wet could I?

l-le complemented me on my place, and then I tried to just wait out the rain, checking out
the window for any change. I never noticed him behind me. Then I noticed him pressing
up against my back, and the hardness, though not his chest this time. I froze with fear,
but he kept it going, caressing me, slowly removing my dress, and then turning me
around. I’d never felt so perfectly vulnerable in all my life. He took my by the hand, and
knowing exactly the right way to do everything, changed my life forever.

1 was sore the next morning, but never about my choice to become a woman.


Crossdressing today

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As the drugs finally began to pass out of her system, Alex awoke with a start to unfamiliar sur-

roundings. Where she had been expecting to wake up, as she did traditionally, in her own bed, she

found that this was not the case. Instead she was in a dark room, with a splitting headache, and an

enormous unease throughout her whole body.

Reaching up with an arm, she felt the smoothest she had ever felt. Her skin was so soft she almost

thought that it was someone else’s arm she was touching. Sitting up even further, she began to

realise the headache was in fact a neck ache, and the two reasons for that began to pull down on

her. She hurriedly reached up, as her hands collided with two enormous breasts jutting out from

where there had been once hard muscle. It was here she stifled a scream, not knowing whether it

was safe to reveal her consciousness. The past few hours were completely hazy, but she still knew

who she was, who she was supposed to be, and how wrong this whole situation was.

“Strange isn’t it?” came a voice from the darkness. It filled her with such an exquisite fear she

shuddered. “Finding that life isn’t what you’d imagined it would be. I don’t think you woke up this

morning thinking you’d be mine… but look at where we’ve ended up.”

While the words were shocking and terrible, the voice itself was that of someone she knew, some-

one she trusted. Someone she had trusted. It was Tony, her best childhood friend. A bookish nerd

who had obviously deviated from the path they had shared once. Alex grabbed the sheets on the

bed and covered herself, unsure of how much the figure in the darkness could make out.

“Tony?” she tried, realising how breathy and female her voice had become. “Is that you?”

“It was me…” came the reply. “But the Tony you know is dead, replaced by someone significantly

more in control of his situation.”

She felt the weight of the mattress shift as her host sat down close to her. She could hear his

breathing.

“W’e were best friends, we were going to hang out forever… We were going to be successful and

the world would be our oyster. That is… Until I realised that was something you’d never share

with me.”

Alex had no idea what that meant.

“Tony? 1 don’t understand…”

“YOU ABANDONED ME!” Tony shouted, before composing himself. “We were two sides of the

same coin Alex, you were strong and charming and handsome, and I was everything else. Thank

god I was smart, but I’m everything you’re not. Now I’ve only completed the chain. I’m a man, and

you’re a woman. My woman to be specific.”

“You don’t have to do this Tony, I can help you…”

“Oh, it’s too late for that. Too late to change back too, I gave you so much of that serum it’s a

wonder you’re even still in there. You should have forgotten everything by now, consumed by the

pleasure… the female pleasure…”

Alex felt the prickle of electricity across her skin. Her thigh was being stroked by an unfamiliar

hand. She shifted her weight away, but not before she let out a brief breath. A stifled moan.

“It won’t be long now… It won’t be long before you forget yourself… It won’t be long before you’re

mine…


10 Ways to Love a Transgender Person (Male to Female Transgender / Crossdressing Tips)

sissy The landscape of dating and developing loving relationships can be a tough area to navigate for someone who is transgender. Not only do they have to deal with all the normal relationship issues that cis people deal with, but they also have to deal with any transgender issues they carry into the relationship. It can be a tough situation for both the transgender and cis participant. Here are a few tips that will hopefully make the transition from single to dating a transgender person a little easier for both of you. 10-Be Prepared for Family Woes – When you tell your family that your new significant other is transgender there will most likely be some pushback.  As much as people are trying to be understanding towards transgender people, there is still a lot of uneasiness towards us and that can be heightened when we are dating one of their family.  It is very important that you stick up for your new partner as the pain resulting from not defending them to your family can seriously damage the relationship. 9-The friends shake-up – Most of your friends should be okay with your choices though you may run into a friend or two that do not respect your choice.  They may decide to remain friends but will only see you without your new partner.  There will be some that may even decide to terminate their contacts with you.  Honestly, those are probably not the kind of friends you need in your life and if you approach their departure in that way it will not make you resent your new love. sissy 8-The Best of Both Worlds – Entering into a relationship with a transgender person is really not getting the best of both worlds.  The transgender person has always been the same gender even when they presented differently.  There absolutely is an exception to this tip with gender fluid transgender people. 7-The Changing Landscape – The transgender partner will always be in a state of transition to some degree depending on how far along they are.  If you, for example, begin to date a transgender woman early in transition there will be major changes and you need to be prepared for how that affects the relationship. In some cases these changes will also affect how you are intimate with each other. sissy 6-Pronoun Minefields – You need to be very careful with pronouns because as a lover, an incorrect pronoun will stab at your partner’s heart more than anyone else using the incorrect pronoun.  You have a backstage pass to their feelings; use it wisely. 5-Their Junk and Junk Intentions – Before cementing the relationship, you do need to be aware of what they have between their legs and you need to be okay with it.  You also need to know what they plan to do with their unmentionables.  Whether they are getting surgery or planning to keep what they have, could play a factor later on in the relationship.  If you really like a lady with a member, you may not want to date one who plans to have it inverted into a lady part. sissy
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4-The No Go Zone – Some transgender people will be very sensitive to you touching some areas.  For example, a transgender woman who has not had her facial hair removed might be very apprehensive of you touching her face if she has stubble.  Similarly, a trans male may not like you touching his chest.  These are triggers for uneasy gender dysphoria feelings. 3-The Old Name – Do not insist on knowing their old pre-transition name.  Some of us do not reveal it as it comes with a lot of stigma from our pasts.  Others may be more forthcoming,  Personally, I do not share it because I fear it can be used as an emotional weapon against me in a fight. sissy 2-To Use it or Not to Use it – Some transgender people will absolutely not use their old equipment when lovemaking and you need to understand any boundaries that exist in your partner as you don’t want to find out in the middle of some intense passion.  Others, are fine with using their equipment so it is worthwhile asking about it before you initiate the lovemaking stage in the relationship. 1-Take it Slow – For many transgender people a relationship may be awkward at first as they work out their place in it and figure it all out on the fly.  This is especially true of transgender people early into transition.  The best advice is to take it slow and communicate a lot to ensure you are both ready for each step you take.  The beautiful part is that the relationship can become very rewarding and is worth all the extras you put in to make it work.  

Crossdressing sexy fiction felix

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They say that the show must go on. For Felix, however, the show had been going on and on and
on… The show in question was the Saturday Night Hypnosis Show at the Palladium, hosted by
the Great Simon, where, watched by 200 people, Felix was hypnotised on-stage along with a
group of other volunteers. Sounds harmless right? But what if! told you that while on stage, Felix
had been hypnotised to act increasingly feminine for a short while every time he heard a trigger
word? And what if I told you that for a bit of fun, the Great Simon hadn’t completely brought
Felix out of his hypnotic state? Still not so bad? Okay then, what if! told you that one one of the
200 audience members was Felix ‘s younger sister Tori, whom he had spent much of their
childhood bullying and treating with contempt? Now you get the picture!

It had been very confusing at first. A few days after the show, Felix was watching a movie on the
sofa and flicking popcorn at his sister, laughing obnoxiously when a buttery piece flew down the
front of her top. The next thing he knew, the credits of the movie were rolling and he felt like he’d
been sleeping. It took about ten minutes to realise he was wearing full makeup. That bitch did this
while he was napping, he thought, and he declared he was going to tell their mother.

Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ smirked Tori waving her phone. She proceded to show him a
video she had recorded of her older brother crossdresser sitting in front of the mirror applying makeup with
painstaking care, before continuing to explain exactly how deep his predicament ran, stopping
short of telling him what the trigger word was. Felix just stared at her through the thick makeup
with a mixture of scepicism and scorn.

Felix wouldn’t be a sceptic for long, however, as after similar blackouts, he was to find himself
with new bleach-blonde hair extensions, a full body wax and painted nails. Each time Tori would
take great pleasure in sending him videos of him applying the treatments willingly. Felix was
beginning to feel like a puppet in her hands. It was to come to a head one evening when Felix
came to standing in the hallway. He was once again in full makeup, and wearing tiny denim
hotpants and a leather corset which pushed up giving the appearance of breasts. Worse still, his
hands were handcuffed behind his back.

You have to help me! ‘ he pleaded with his sister meakly, ‘please take these ofi!

How am I supposed to know where the keys are?‘ she laughed cruely. ‘You put them on. Besides,
I’m busy getting this place ready for a party. My friends will be here any minute! Since you’re
obviously notgoing out dressed like that, I figure you have two choices. Either I leaveyou like this
and my friends spend the entire evening torturing my sissy older brother…or…l say the magic
words andyou, my dear Felicia, oanjoin in the hm. It’s totally up to you…what d’ya say?‘


Transgender party princess

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How was I supposed to dress for a party if I’d never been to one before?! Until a few weeks before
I’d never even spoken to a girl! Until a few weeks before I’d been a guy! But I did want to go. I did
want to support my new friends. and I did want to be included. I loved how nice everyone was to
me. how supportive and friendly and sometimes flirty. I never kept up with any flirtation. I just got
too flustered but I liked it all the same.

I saw the look on his face when I answered the door to the apartment. a combination of apprecia-
tion and shock. that just made me melt a little inside. He was so surprised to see me all dolled up!
He kissed me lightly on the cheek and handed me a DVD of something he’d recommended. I didn’t
know how much I was going to like it but he promised I would. Without any further ado. we left in
his car and headed off to the party.

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The Old Ritz was one of the most famous hotels in town. with a ballroom that had been preserved
since the late nineteenth century. The building was beautiful. the ballroom was full of people. and
the music was just grand. I met up with all of my new work buddies. congratulated the leaving
board member, before being congratulated myself on such a solid turnaround in my dress sense. I’d
never been much for compliments. but they just kept coming and coming. I blushed and grabbed
myself a drink. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

After a few hours I was full on drunk. We’d turned into quite the raucous crowd. and I was having
a very nice time. The rest of the girls and I had secluded ourselves in the corner. and while I was
mostly keeping to myself. I was apparently. nominally, part of a conversation about the opposite
gender. My head was spinning, and l was trying to keep a hold on the room when someone men-
tioned Dane and how much attention he’d been paying me. I turned a deep and embarrassed scar-
let. before stammering a denial. but they weren’t to be stopped. One of them even wished us luck.
even though we’d not announced anything! Or even had plans on anything more than a friendship.
Or did we?

He could have helped things by choosing a better time to approach. but he came over. smiling. a
little tipsy himself. and carrying a champagne glass in his hand. He handed me one. and then
prompted me to stand. We were going somewhere. It could have been anywhere. but my heart was
pumping so quickly I almost passed out. I heard the giggle of my sissy girlfriends behind me as I stood.
as one told me to pull my dress down. which had apparently hiked up. Being a girl was so much
hassle.

We passed through the bulk of the party. before leaving the doors to the veranda. where the night
air kissed my skin. turning it chilly slightly. I pulled an arm across myself to keep warm. but he was
close. and made a move. Standing together under the pale moonlight. the fireworks started. and for
a brief second. we were the only two people in the world. I thought he was going to kiss me. and
was both relieved and disappointed when he didn’t.

It mustn’t have been the right time.


Transgender party princess

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How was I supposed to dress for a party if I’d never been to one before?! Until a few weeks before
I’d never even spoken to a girl! Until a few weeks before I’d been a guy! But I did want to go. I did
want to support my new friends. and I did want to be included. I loved how nice everyone was to
me. how supportive and friendly and sometimes flirty. I never kept up with any flirtation. I just got
too flustered but I liked it all the same.

I saw the look on his face when I answered the door to the apartment. a combination of apprecia-
tion and shock. that just made me melt a little inside. He was so surprised to see me all dolled up!
He kissed me lightly on the cheek and handed me a DVD of something he’d recommended. I didn’t
know how much I was going to like it but he promised I would. Without any further ado. we left in
his car and headed off to the party.

crossdress

The Old Ritz was one of the most famous hotels in town. with a ballroom that had been preserved
since the late nineteenth century. The building was beautiful. the ballroom was full of people. and
the music was just grand. I met up with all of my new work buddies. congratulated the leaving
board member, before being congratulated myself on such a solid turnaround in my dress sense. I’d
never been much for compliments. but they just kept coming and coming. I blushed and grabbed
myself a drink. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

After a few hours I was full on drunk. We’d turned into quite the raucous crowd. and I was having
a very nice time. The rest of the girls and I had secluded ourselves in the corner. and while I was
mostly keeping to myself. I was apparently. nominally, part of a conversation about the opposite
gender. My head was spinning, and l was trying to keep a hold on the room when someone men-
tioned Dane and how much attention he’d been paying me. I turned a deep and embarrassed scar-
let. before stammering a denial. but they weren’t to be stopped. One of them even wished us luck.
even though we’d not announced anything! Or even had plans on anything more than a friendship.
Or did we?

He could have helped things by choosing a better time to approach. but he came over. smiling. a
little tipsy himself. and carrying a champagne glass in his hand. He handed me one. and then
prompted me to stand. We were going somewhere. It could have been anywhere. but my heart was
pumping so quickly I almost passed out. I heard the giggle of my sissy girlfriends behind me as I stood.
as one told me to pull my dress down. which had apparently hiked up. Being a girl was so much
hassle.

We passed through the bulk of the party. before leaving the doors to the veranda. where the night
air kissed my skin. turning it chilly slightly. I pulled an arm across myself to keep warm. but he was
close. and made a move. Standing together under the pale moonlight. the fireworks started. and for
a brief second. we were the only two people in the world. I thought he was going to kiss me. and
was both relieved and disappointed when he didn’t.

It mustn’t have been the right time.