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

crossdress

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.


Compliments

  I have been reading about women who, as part of their daily life, feel harassed by men while in public (called "street harassment"). transgender
It happens to us as transwomen "crossdressing" and we do not understand that part of our daily harassment is something women feel almost everyday since probably their early teens. As a male teen in the 1960"s and 1970"s, it was considered part of showing off your manhood by verbally "harassing" women. Of course, we did not look at it that way. But I remember being with friends in public and saying suggestive things to women in public. Or yelling out of a car window while passing women.   Now that the heels are on the other foot, I understand the unwanted attention and why some women dress down when out in public. transgender I now want to be part of the solution. So now when I see a woman who has taken the time (I know about that) to look nice. I will give them a "womanly" "crossdresser" compliment. I am not trying to "hit on them," but I want to say something that will hopefully make their day. I will say something positive about their hair color or style, clothes, shoes, nails or overall appearance. It"s usually quick and no response is required. However, most women smile and say thank you.
I hope my compliment will offset some jerk who may harass them during the day. Thanks to the success of the LGBT movement, 99.99% of people say nothing to you during the day when in girl mode. But that one person who gives you that look or says something negative can mess up your whole day or at least throw your confidence off. transgender Then it occurred to me that when I see a transgender person, I should go out of my way to give her a compliment whether I read them or not. I may be wrong that they are trans, so I compliment them just like any other women. I was at a restaurant in guy mode and my waiter was a thin young man, who was broadcasting female signals through his mannerism and overall style. I first complimented him on his eyes. Later, I told him I was a transwoman crossdressing as a guy :-}. (I was on my way to my electrologist.) That was the first time I just came out and told someone in a matter-of-fact way.
He asked if we could talk for a few minutes. We did and I gave him my history and what it was like in the 60"s, 70"s and 80"s for transgender people. As we talked, I realized that it is important that we need to come out (even in guy mode) so that we can help each other, especially the younger ones. I did not preach, but I told him the importance of higher education and how it helped me. I told him about my cousin, who was my age, quit high school and later prostituted, only to die of AIDS in 1984. I really felt good after our talk. We exchanged phone numbers and I told him he can call me anytime even though I doubt he will. I hope I had a positive impact on his life.
So now I compliment women all the time, especially seeking out transgender women. It helps me feel closer to womanhood and hopefully make someones day.
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