Sissy fiction i guess i love ladyboys

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So a few hours later I was in a very interesting position. Hopefully the only interesting position I
would be in that night. Not only had I transformed into a woman a few months earlier, not only
was I now going on a date with a man, not only was I very excited about going on a date with a
man, but I was going on a date with my worst enemy. The thought of it was so ugly and repellent,
and yet I couldn’t wipe the fucking smile off my face. What was I doing to myself? Was it some-
thing to do with my new body? There was this strange excitement running through me that I
couldn’t control. He’d been there, and then we were talking, and then he left with my phone
number.

The old me fought well and hard, he didn’t want me to go, he begged me to stay in my chair, or
lie on my bed and play video games. But he’d been a bitter guy, angry and hate filled. I couldn’t
feel anything but excitement. I couldn’t feel anything but the promise that I was going to have a
good time. I dressed as well as I could, surfacing a dress that had been bought for me mostly as a
joke, finding some heels and prepping my makeup as carefully as possible. This was the first time
you could say I’d ever dressed like a girl.

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My parents were over the moon when they found out I had a date, though they had naturally as-
sumed it was with a girl, as that had been my preference once. I didn’t know if that was still the
case in that moment. When I mentioned it was a man they were a little taken aback, but gave me
their support anyway. I had been kind of hoping for a little push back, a part of me had been
anyway, so I’d have a reason to blow him off. Now it was looking like I had no choice but to blow
him.

Jokes. But still, thoughts like that were very prevalent in my head. Thoughts like that gripped me
with fear and adrenaline and sweet arousal. I was doing something I’d never done before, with no
knowledge of how it was going to turn out. I’d been turned into a woman, but I’d never acted like
one before, never dressed like one, never loved like one. I was hoping for things to go slow no
matter what happened. I hadn’t made my mind up about what I thought about such a strange situa-
tion.

He picked me up in his Porsche, which I had not been expecting. He was wearing the fanciest suit
I’d ever seen, and kissed me lightly on the cheek when he received me. I felt so exposed in that
dress, but he made me feel calm. I got in the passenger seat, and saw a girl in the mirror. She
looked so beautiful and content Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere.

We rolled up at the most expensive restaurant in town, and were escorted to our own private
dining room. I knew he was rich, but I never knew how much. As it turned out, he’d been very suc-
cessful in professional boxing, something i’d never been interested in before. He’d stopped me in
the street because he’d never seen someone quite so lovely as me. I blushed, but he pressed on.
Serious. He had never seen someone who so piqued his interest before. He asked me what I wanted
in life, and for a second I stumbled, not knowing what to say.

My Favorite Things Come in Pairs

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The first item of women"s clothing I ever wore were a pair of my mother"s nylon stockings. I recall looking in the floor-length mirror mounted on the inside of her closet door and admiring my pre-puberty hairless legs believing that they looked just like women"s legs! With my mother"s closet door wide open, I noticed the stack of shoe boxes on the closet floor and I suddenly felt motivated to try on a pair of her high heel pumps. I opened a random box and found a pair in a floral fabric with a 3-inch heel. I slipped on the heels and they fit perfectly. I looked in the mirror and the combination of nylons and high heels was exhilarating! Not only did my legs look like women"s legs, but now they looked shapely and sexy, too! I have been a big fan of high heels ever since. When en femme, I seldom wear anything else on my feet. Unless the occasion absolutely screams for flats, I wear heels. Once upon a time, I thought that at 6-feet-2, wearing heels would make it more difficult to pass. But I came to the realization that if I can pass at 6-foot-2 wearing flats, then I can pass at 6-foot-6 wearing 4-inch heels. I love wearing heels. They make my legs look more shapely and more importantly, I feel more feminine, more lady-like wearing heels. I know it’s my late-1950s/early-1960s socialization that makes me feel this way, but that"s me and I"m not changing shoe styles at this late date. Genetic females often compliment me about my proficiency in walking in heels and ask if it was difficult learning how. Truth is that I took to heels like Daisy Duck took to heels. As a child, my mother often mentioned that I walked on my tiptoes. I assumed that walking on my tiptoes was not the way a male was supposed to walk, but nobody ever taught me the "correct" way to walk. So I took the path of least resistance and continued to walk on my tiptoes. I believe that my penchant for walking on my tiptoes made walking in high heels a natural thing to do. True or not, from day one, I never had a problem walking in heels. Heels hurt. I have high heels that begin hurting as soon as I slip them on and I have heels that I can wear all day with little or no pain. I discovered that the height of the heel is not critical as far as pain is concerned. Some of my most comfortable shoes have 4-inch stiletto heels. Go figure! Wearing heels makes my femulation complete. Despite the pain, I will never give up wearing heels; you will have to remove my high heels from my cold, dead feet.
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Wearing Victoria"s Secret.
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Male femulates at a lavender graduation.

Blogging Maturely

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Hi Stana, I like your new theme on your blog: the older you. The future you, clad in black, platform sandals, beads and a cute hairstyle, is sexy and attractive. In this older woman vein, I have found inspiration at the website Style at a Certain Age... you may very well know of it. Your devoted follower, Beth
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Hello Stana, There"s no shortage of older women style blogs... For example try Not Dead Yet Style (I love that title) and also see her list of her favorite blogs. Best regards, Susan
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And then there is Ginger Burr"s Total Image Consultants Blog that contains useful articles and tips on how to present a more fabulous mature you.
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Wearing Michelle Mason.
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Michal Grobelny femulates Jennifer Rush on Polish television"s Twoja Twarz Brzm Znajom.