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After a few months of my ‘relationship’ with Stefan I realised that I had irreversibly crossed over the border between being a straight guy who liked to experiment with cross-dressing into being… well, something else. I am not sure exactly when this realisation hit me. Was it when I was pulling on a pair of tight girly jeans that I would pair with high stilettos and found I was not thinking how I might look in the mirror and how the clothes felt to me, but how sexy my ass would look to him? Or was it when in my day job I could still feel his cum still swimming around in my stomach from the nig… 阅读更多内容

Before long a rhythm had established itself between me and Stefan. He would regularly ask me if I had new pictures of me crossdressing, and I’d send him a few now and again to keep him happy. Occasionally he would buy me clothes, which would always come in the mail from some online shop or other. And frequently, at least once a week (and every time after he had sent me a ‘gift’ of clothes) her would demand I come over to his place so he could "show his appreciation of me”. But as much as this felt like they had established themselves, I was also aware of slow changes. My crossdressing wardr… 阅读更多内容

A few weeks after that first incident with Stefan where he had blackmailed me into having sex with him, I got a text message off him. I was a bit surprised, as we had managed to ignore each other in work. I was growing optimistic that this incident was behind me. Even though it was left me feeling violated and with lots of confused feelings about myself. I was shocked to open the message on my phone and seen two pictures of him fucking me in the hotel! I was on all fours on he bed, in bustier, stockings and heels, with a wig on but visible to see.And he was behind me, obviously fucking me.… 阅读更多内容

When I was about 15 I started to crossdress. I didn't have gay feelings or strongly identify as feminine but I felt strangely attracted to my older sister's clothing. One day I tried on a skirt and I found this simple act feel so thrilling that at the next opportunity I tried on a two more things...a dress and and a pair of her jeans. I was always thin, especially when I was younger, and my sister was only three yeas older than me, so I had little problem fitting in most her stuff. Actually the stuff at the back of her wardrobe, the stuff a year or two old that she didn't really wear anymore w… 阅读更多内容