Saturday, June 13, 2009

The suit case.......

.....once it was opened it was much to late. It contained my other identity, never named but definitely a part of me.

You see I had played around with cross dressing since my pre-teen years. I remember my mothers lingerie and how it felt the first time I slid it up my 12 year old smooth butt and hairless legs that was completely natural without a razor. I don't know why I moved to her drawer but I did. I actually remember dressing up GI Joe in my cousins Barbie's outfits even before the first touch of something silky. I was such a little sissy. I played sports and was very good usually one of the best in whatever I attempted. If anyone would have found out I couldn't even imagine what would happen. What an embarrassment of being found out, but what's weird is that was and has always been a fantasy. Well I have been caught on more than one occasion, but that's another story.

My beautiful girlfriend had short blond hair like Roxette and was captivating in an odd way. She wore stuff like high heels and lacy ankle socks, with short skirts that were very feminine. In fact she was a little prissy girl not something I was usually drawn to. I usually was drawn to girls with long hair and stood about 5'6" or better because with heels we were close to the same size. My sexy girlfriend stood about 5'3" and weighed about 100lbs. Her breast were small and her legs and butt were shapely. Her eyes green and her attitude was confident but not aggressive. She truly is a one of a kind.

So back to the suitcase. She had placed panties on me which I thought were hers but in fact she had purchased just for me. So I thought she had figured me out. I thought I'd enlighten her to the extent of my fetish. She didn't seem surprised but found out later she had no idea. Out comes my own panties, bra, stockings, garter belt, shoes, dresses, you name it it was in there, even my own makeup and nail polish. So she starts dressing me up around the house. She actually turns me into a lusting tranny.

Nothing stands still and we progressed in our playing as we called it.

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