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    • March 11, 2004 3:07 PM GMT
    • Okay, I get it. Everyone is chicken? Afraid to say something, maybe momma will read this and know where your hiding place is?

      I truly don't understand why there hasn't been more responses. Could be that most of the girls from the UK (which seems to be A LOT) don't have to hide anything because they live alone?

      Not really sure here what's going on. I thought this thread would have more responses. Oh well, I suppose this can fall under the catagory of "Things that make you go, Hmmmmmm?"

      ginger

    • March 9, 2004 12:37 AM GMT
    • Hi Ginger,

      Well, I use to hide my things in the garage, in the basement back corner, under by bed behind the drawers, under and in my desk. Well, I had moved everything but one box into the basement. A few weeks after that my wife stumbled onto the last box that was left in the garage and she moved it but didn't say anything about it. Well, I figured it was time to let her know about my feminine side so I wrote a three page letter ( thanks to everyone elses letter that I was able to read for hints ). Well, that was right before Halloween 2003. Well since she found out, I asked her if I could shave my legs and she said go at it, I don't care. So I did and they are still shaven and I went out for halloween to a straight bar and had a blast. But I am also so glad that I prepared for the eventuality of being found out, it made it a lot easier when I really had to tell the truth.

      Huggz.....

      Casandra

    • March 8, 2004 3:43 PM GMT
    • Trying to get some of us to connect with things in common. I was just wondering how many creative hiding places there could possibly be.

      My little box was above the ceiling in the baby's room for a while, then in the garage and finally had to get a small storage in town so it wouldn't be found anymore.

      Where was/is your's? Who found it? What was the reaction?

    • March 9, 2004 6:19 PM GMT
    • Happily it's in the same closet as my other clothing, shoes, etc.
      Naturally, my "unmentionalbles" are seperate from my SO's. "Unmentionalbles" golly I'm dating myself.Guess I'm one step out - what?
      love you all

    • March 8, 2004 3:36 PM GMT
    • There has got to be about a million more stories about making that first step outside. I can not imagine that there are only a handfull of us in the whole world (literally) that have experianced the thrill. Or possibly there are a lot of closets hiding things no one will ever know about.

      So here's a new twist and I'll post it by itself to see how many can relate to it "Where's your hiding place?" a little box in the attic, closet, garage . . . . .

    • March 7, 2004 2:37 AM GMT
    • Ginger - Last Christmas week was my first time to venture outside. Some drunk had sheared a power pole and the whole neighborhood was in the dark. It just happened that I was dressed that whole day - demurely dressed naturally - so in order to keep the house warm, my wife and I had a nice fire going in the fireplace. We decided to go outside to see how the power company crew was doing with restoring the power. I thought no one can see my anyway; it's a dark night- huh! While we were out we decided to bring in some more fire wood. On our way back into the house my SO was behind me. She laughed and remarked that I was swishing too much and asked if I were doing it for the power crew. Don't know about that but it was great fun. Got to do it again sometime.

    • March 3, 2004 1:47 AM GMT
    • Hi Ginger,

      Well, I started out going to Transpitt's Monday night meetings. There would be about 5 to 10 girls there, I would get dressed/undressed in one of the bathrooms but it was a good first step out of the house. About a year ago Transpitt was holding a an anniverery event at the Andy Warhall museum. Well, I told them I was going, but didn't realize until the day of the event that it started when it was daylight. Ok, I think I can handle that so I got dressed up at the Motel. Then I drove down to the North side of Pittsburgh and wondered why is there so much traffic down here. Here, the Baseball stadium is 2 blocks down the road and the game is going to start about an hour. Ok, its daylight, there is a whole bunch of people strolling and driving around, wow - baptism by fire. This was my first time out in daylight. So I parked in the Warhal parking lot after paying the attendant. Walked up to the light and crossed the road that the light was green on. Then I had to wait for the next light to turn green while all these cars were going by and a whole bunch of people walking by. The light finally turned green and I strolled into the Warhal. I made it and either I didn't notice or no one really cared. Like I said, baptism by fire.

      So the whole night I was in seventh heaven. I strolled around the Warhal, all 7 floors. Watched Tracy and the Plastics do their show and another band which I couldn't remember. It was a really great night and my very first time out in daylight .

      Huggs and try it, you will love it.

      Casandra

    • March 2, 2004 3:18 PM GMT
    • Two responses to my "ALL dressed up and no place to go"?

      Come on, nobody has a comment on that one? You've never been all dolled up and thought about how exciting it would be to just step outside the front door or into your backyard? Frightened that the neighbors might see or the old lady that lives across the street? I know for me that it was a thrill just to have the curtains open with the mirror propped up so I could see how great I looked in the daylight. From there I got further and further from the house until I was actually going for rides in the car, at first only on rainy days when no-one could really see me, but WOW what a thrill.

      So give it up girls. When was the first time you peeked out the front door or left it open a little bit and walked by or stepped outside? And how about mirrors? Anyone but me love mirrors?

      ginger

    • March 5, 2004 7:58 AM GMT
    • Hi girls

      I introduced myself here in August or September 2002. But so much has happened in my life since then that I must update my introduction. I started my HRT in November 2002 and that meant the start of my transition. I still lived and worked as a male until June 2003. From that timepoint I lived as a female, but worked as something androgyne with a male name. That continued the whole fall 2003, I came out at work, made the people ready for the coming change. And in January I finally got my name changed and could work as a woman.
      Now my next steps are the legal change of gender in May or June and the SRS in Thailand in October. From the start of my HRT to the SRS altogether 100 weeks .
      On this transition road my marriage ended, but I could keep good relationships with my two wonderful children. I lost no old friends, but gained a bunch of good new friends. My working collegues claim I´m now a better version of myself .

      Laura

    • February 29, 2004 4:28 AM GMT
    • Consider yourself lucky - that security guard might have wanted to take advantage of you.
      love your stories

    • February 26, 2004 8:18 PM GMT
    • Below the partition you could see my heels and nylon legs with toe nails painted to perfection. I moved just enough to peer throught the little crack in the door and see the security lady sitting there waiting for me to come out. The longer I waited to get up and leave the more the intensity grew. So finally I came out and walked right past her without even paying attention. Through the door and just a short distance to the right were the stairs down to the underground parking area. I could feel her watching me as I click click clicked (the sound of my heels) down the steps towards where I had parked. I had forgotten that to get out of the parking garage I would have to pay the attendant. I was now even more terrified, but loving it.

      It all started that morning when I desided to venture out dressed up. Take a ride down to the local Macy's and walk around the underground parking structure and maybe into the womens restroom for a quick powder. I was so nervous when I pulled out of the driveway, but how special it felt driving with 5 inch heels with my new dress on. Never dawned on me that 5 inch heels in the middle of the day and all my makeup might draw a little attention. I was only 20/21. And good looking? Very. So off I went.

      My wife and I had been to this store many times and I knew the layout very well. This was only my second time out in public and I was so excited I could barely breath. When I got to the store and parked, the exit stairs weren't far, but I remember how nice it was to hear the sound of my heels echoing in the garage and the feel of my nylon legs rubbing together as I walked. I was in heaven and all was fine until I walked right past the store security lady on my way to the restroom. She noticed me right off and it was all I could do to get into a stall as she followed me in.

      All I could think of was gettting back to the safety of my house and I prayed that the store hadn't gotten my license plate number and called the police. I had no idea if it was illegal to do what I had just done, but it sure left illegal.

      ginger

    • February 26, 2004 3:20 PM GMT
    • Doesn't seem I'm getting quite the exposure that I had anticipated. This thread was posted in "T Fantasy's" and got a couple good comments, but not near what was expected. Has anyone ever done something like this? Or just fantasized about it. Would love hear your comments. Still looking for leads to possible publication too. By the way, if you're wondering, my stories are not fiction and where this one ends the others have only to be told.

      I was living in a big spanish styled home above the city and one day after coming home from work I was confronted by my very hot veluptuos girlfriend about something she found in the guest bedroom closet.

      "Is there something you want to tell me about the little metal box in the bedroom closet honey?" "I think you forgot to snap the lock shut, because it was open." "I found some very interesting things in there." She wasn't upset at all, actually very delighted sounding. "I would love to see you wear that stuff for me sometime", she said.

      I tried to play it off and tell her that I hadn't dressed in a while and if she was truly interested we would need to go shopping together and get some more items to really do it right and I would need to shave and things like that. She was okay with the whole idea and we began to prepare for our first big night together.

      Just so everyone knows. This was way before my times as Ginger. It was when my hair was long (no need for a wig) because I played in a band and was much thinner too.

      My girlfriend was a very very very beautiful mexican girl and liked to dress to kill herself, so she got way into doing my makeup and everything for me. I'll never forget when we played the first time together it was like two centerfolds on the same page. We were out of control gorgeous.

      After we played the first night (and it was awesome to say the least) she was dying for us to have a guy come over to the house and meet me all dolled up. It would have to be someone she didn't know either. We would not tell him I was a guy and see how well I could pass. At first I was a bit reluctant and jealous because I knew she would be involved in the tease as much as I would. But the more we talked and the more she assured me it would just be for fun , the more it sounded like my opportunity to grab a fantasy. I have no gay tendencies what-so-ever but the thought of it was very exciting at the time. We planned it for weeks and finally the night came.

      First off we had to figure out how I would get away with not speaking so much or learning to do it like a lady (tough one). I worked harder on my voice than anything else and it was really good after a couple weeks.

      Still my biggest fear was that the guy work be hitting on my girl and I would have to pound him. Actually it worked out alright. When he came over we made it very well known that she was spoken for and he respected that immediately.

      When he arrived we instantly started pouring on the drinks and in no time we were all laughing it up and having a good time. It got serious when I realized it cock was getting very hard while he was watching my SO and I kiss a little bit. We convinced him that he could watch us play with each other as long as he promised not to touch either one of us. He was so dam horney after about 15 minutes of observing us rubbing all over each other he couldn't stand it. I remember my SO grabbed my hand and put it over on his cock as we sat next to him on the sofa feeling each others breasts and kissing. I started to rub it and he maoned with excitement and when he started to move towards us my SO quickly said "Now now big boy, remember the rules?". He learned back and let me stroke his hard cock as my SO started to unzip his pants I knew what was going to happen next . . . .


      I had never in my life touched another man or even thought of it, no less a hard throbbing cock. But being a woman with another woman it felt so natural and right. When my SO got the zipper all the way down to the botton she reached up and unsnapped the top of his pants. Before I knew it she grabbed my hand again and slid it down inside his underwear and I stoked his bare firm cock. She was on one side of him and me on the other, we reached over and kissed each other again and again as he watched. Every time we kissed you could feel his erection get harder and harder. Finally I pulled his cock out of his pants so it was straight up and stroking it harder and faster I bent over ever so naturally and gave the tip a gentle lick of my tongue. All I could hear was him saying "Oh Baby" and that was enough to make me want to put the whole thing in my mouth.

      My SO never touched his cock. She put her hand on the back of mine every once in a while but never went any further than that. After about ten minutes of stroking this guy he finally came and I never did give him the full BJ he was dieing for, we just let him cum all over himself. It wasn't long after that, he went to the bathroom and got cleaned up that we booted him out. He didn't want to leave, but we agreed it was best for him to go before things got out of hand and he figured something out. I am sure and so was my SO that he never knew I was male. After he was gone we laid on the couch together and talked about how intense it was and intertained thoughts of how we could do other things to explore with guests, possibly another woman next time.

    • February 25, 2004 6:22 PM GMT
    • I believe, I believe! Just keep writing and give you SO a big kiss for us readers.
      thanks

    • February 23, 2004 3:28 PM GMT
    • ps - by the way.

      My apologies for posting in "Fantasy's". I guess if their true stories, their not fantasy?

      Oh well, maybe it will be fun to just post them all over the place and make everyone search for them a little.

      ginger

    • February 23, 2004 2:55 PM GMT
    • My stories are very very real.

      Life experiances.

      Thank You for all the imput.

      ginger

    • February 22, 2004 11:00 PM GMT
    • How about this little girl?
      Sometimes she's very very good.
      Sometimes she's...
      Ginger, you bring out the voyeur in me. More please!

      Catherine

    • February 22, 2004 1:24 AM GMT
    • Ginger, stories like this normally go in the Tranny Fiction or Tranny Fantasies forums, but if this actually happened to you (as implied by the wording in your initial post), then I suppose this forum (All About Us) is the appropriate forum.

      If I misunderstood, and it's actually fiction, just let me know, and I'll move the topic to the Fiction forum, where it will get more attention.

    • February 21, 2004 1:56 PM GMT
    • G'mornin All-

      <yawn,blink,blink> Hey Cindy. Gosh I didn't mean I'm good, just as good as can be, which sometimes isn't very good at all.<g>

      Have a lovely, y'all.

      -Joni from Oregon where it's still dark out.

    • February 21, 2004 1:03 AM GMT
    • Gosh, Ginger, that hurts my feelings. I'm a big fan, too. I love your stories. Sorry I couldn't be around to urge you on earlier, but they're so stodgy at work about logging on to places like TW. Sigh, I really feel like I miss out on a lot when I can't visit all the time.

      More stories, please, I've been good. Or as good as I can be, anyway.

      Hugs, Joni from Oregon

    • February 20, 2004 7:24 PM GMT
    • Hey Ginger,
      I'm avidly following your stories too.
      First thing I do when I log in to TW now is check for updates on your stories.
      You are a bit of a tease though, drip feeding them to us

    • February 20, 2004 7:06 PM GMT
    • Cindy,

      You're my biggest fan, welcome anytime.

      So what do you think about me writing a book or getting my stories published somewhere. Have any connections or ideas?

      Ginger

    • February 20, 2004 4:44 PM GMT
    • My SO never touched his cock. She put her hand on the back of mine every once in a while but never went any further than that. After about ten minutes of stroking this guy he finally came and I never did give him the full BJ he was dieing for, we just let him cum all over himself. It wasn't long after that, he went to the bathroom and got cleaned up that we booted him out. He didn't want to leave, but we agreed it was best for him to go before things got out of hand and he figured something out. I am sure and so was my SO that he never knew I was male. After he was gone we laid on the couch together and talked about how intense it was and intertained thoughts of how we could do other things to explore with guests, possibly another woman next time.

    • February 20, 2004 3:43 PM GMT
    • I had never in my life touched another man or even thought of it, no less a hard throbbing cock. But being a woman with another woman it felt so natural and right. When my SO got the zipper all the way down to the botton she reached up and unsnapped the top of his pants. Before I knew it she grabbed my hand again and slid it down inside his underwear and I stoked his bare firm cock. She was on one side of him and me on the other, we reached over and kissed each other again and again as he watched. Every time we kissed you could feel his erection get harder and harder. Finally I pulled his cock out of his pants so it was straight up and stroking it harder and faster I bent over ever so naturally and gave the tip a gentle lick of my tongue. All I could hear was him saying "Oh Baby" and that was enough to make me want to put the whole thing in my mouth.

      So where is my audiance??? Am I posting this in the right place? Katie, Catherine, Gloria, Cindy??? Help me here girls. I'll finish this story and have many more. I need something here. Throw me a crumb.

      Ginger

    • February 20, 2004 3:49 AM GMT
    • Whew! My gosh did somebody turn the heat up in here again! Ginger, you have the best stories. Well, don't just walk off and leave us all hot and bothered, let's here the rest, you tease.

      -Joni from Oregon

    • February 19, 2004 11:22 PM GMT
    • First off we had to figure out how I would get away with not speaking so much or learning to do it like a lady (tough one). I worked harder on my voice than anything else and it was really good after a couple weeks.

      Still my biggest fear was that the guy work be hitting on my girl and I would have to pound him. Actually it worked out alright. When he came over we made it very well known that she was spoken for and he respected that immediately.

      When he arrived we instantly started pouring on the drinks and in no time we were all laughing it up and having a good time. It got serious when I realized it cock was getting very hard while he was watching my SO and I kiss a little bit. We convinced him that he could watch us play with each other as long as he promised not to touch either one of us. He was so dam horney after about 15 minutes of observing us rubbing all over each other he couldn't stand it. I remember my SO grabbed my hand and put it over on his cock as we sat next to him on the sofa feeling each others breasts and kissing. I started to rub it and he maoned with excitement and when he started to move towards us my SO quickly said "Now now big boy, remember the rules?". He learned back and let me stroke his hard cock as my SO started to unzip his pants I knew what was going to happen next . . . .

    • February 19, 2004 8:43 PM GMT
    • I was living in a big spanish styled home above the city and one day after coming home from work I was confronted by my very hot veluptuos girlfriend about something she found in the guest bedroom closet.

      "Is there something you want to tell me about the little metal box in the bedroom closet honey?" "I think you forgot to snap the lock shut, because it was open." "I found some very interesting things in there." She wasn't upset at all, actually very delighted sounding. "I would love to see you wear that stuff for me sometime", she said.

      I tried to play it off and tell her that I hadn't dressed in a while and if she was truly interested we would need to go shopping together and get some more items to really do it right and I would need to shave and things like that. She was okay with the whole idea and we began to prepare for our first big night together.

      Just so everyone knows. This was way before my times as Ginger. It was when my hair was long (no need for a wig) because I played in a band and was much thinner too.

      My girlfriend was a very very very beautiful mexican girl and liked to dress to kill herself, so she got way into doing my makeup and everything for me. I'll never forget when we played the first time together it was like two centerfolds on the same page. We were out of control georgeous.

      After we played the first night (and it was awesome to say the least) she was dying for us to have a guy come over to the house and meet me all dolled up. It would have to be someone she didn't know either. We would not tell him I was a guy and see how well I could pass. At first I was a bit reluctant and jealous because I knew she would be involved in the tease as much as I would. But the more we talked and the more she assured me it would just be for fun , the more it sounded like my opportunity to grab a fantasy. I have no gay tendencies what-so-ever but the thought of it was very exciting at the time. We planned it for weeks and finally the night came.

    • February 25, 2004 12:49 AM GMT
    • Talking about hair, I think my parents thought I was kind of weird when I was 24, and I got a perm . Anyways, I liked it but was talked out of keeping it up. Last month, I was agonizing that my wife ( which knows ) kept bothering me about my hair. Well, I went to my stylist ( unfortunately she knows my wife ), and she did my hair in. But in the plus side, my wigs fit much better and I can change my hair color any time I like .

      Huggz to all.......

      Casandra

    • February 24, 2004 5:29 PM GMT
    • Emma hon I was always worried about the same thing. However I have had a Website since 1999 and have had no adverse effects since then. In fact I have been flattered by the nunber of sisters who have sent favourable and one or two critical comments. I have even had a few male admireres who wanted to get to know me better -making me fee quite flattered at first but afterwrds I was not too sure of their intentions.

      Be true to yourself hon and go for it.

    • February 23, 2004 3:24 PM GMT
    • It was a sultry move to get dressed up in the first place. I was so much in need to be back in that place where my SO and I shared Ginger. We talked for about 15 minutes and then after we were done I went for the camera. That night was very enjoyable even if I was alone, but actually I wasn't because Ginger was there. Does that make sense?

      Anyway, I decided to go for a ride and ended up at one of the places we used to go and sit and watch the ships go past. On the way back, of course I ran low on gas and had to stop. Luckily it was late and I was able to stop at a place where there was little or no people out. I remember standing there letting the tank fill and several cars went by and most of them honked and yelled out something like "Woo Hoo!!!". So I still had it. I didn't need her, to be me. It felt good again and life would go on. There goes that second hand again.

      ginger

    • February 20, 2004 9:14 PM GMT
    • We were never married back then, that came later. I did go through a divorce though five years before that. A ten year marriage, and yes, it was very very painful.

      But life is good now, better than ever. Every time the second hand on the clock moves forward it gives you just exactly that . . . . . . . a second chance to make things better and better. Life goes on.

    • February 20, 2004 8:20 PM GMT
    • When I got back from the airport, I walked into the house and looked around at all the things that weren't there anymore. The pictures, candles, the blanket on the back of the couch and the fruit bowl that sat on the dinning room table. It was cold and quiet, so quiet I could hear my heartbeat. I couldn't believe that we weren't together anymore and that I had just driven 500 miles to move her away from me, and then flew home to my empty house.

      The first thing to do was go turn into Ginger. I spent about an hour getting ready and then started pouring on the booze and nose candy that I had stopped and picked up on my way home from the airport. The pic that Catherine posted on one of my threads and on my profile was taken on this night. Not five minutes after I took that picture she called and we talked for a while. I never told her that I was dressed up, but I think she could tell.




    • February 19, 2004 7:49 PM GMT
    • Hi everyone,

      Thank You Catherine and Cindy. You've said such nice things. I would love to hear some more comments from others too.

      Look under the General Board thread - "This is for everyone . . . ."

      Ginger

    • February 13, 2004 4:23 PM GMT
    • Houston we have a problem.

      I can't post a pic unless I have a paid membership ????????

      I need some help ova here.

      Gloria, Katie, Antie Em - there's no place like home, there's no place like home.

    • February 13, 2004 4:12 PM GMT
    • She wanted to see me walk. I would say this is one of the most difficult things for me because it's really hard to do right (in 5" heels). Especially when someone is watching you and you're trying not to give away the fact you've been doing it for years. She wanted to take some pictures next (I was in heaven). At that time I didn't have a digital camera so we shot 35mm and had them developed. They came out great. We had set up some games to play while we were having drinks and partying. One of the games was a stack of little cards we made that had different things written on them. We each made them up weeks earlier and shuffled them together, then took turns picking from the pile and had to do whatever they said. For example one said "Take a shot" or "It's time to play, have your partner touch you where it feels the best" or "It's time to touch yourself until you come". There were many others that were even more intense, I'll leave it to your imagination. The one that really got things going was "It's time to strap it on". I drew the card so it was my choice as to who would wear it first. I could sense my SO wanted me to wear it first so she helped me adjust it and then positioned herself on the couch so I could do her from behind first and then she turned around face to face so she could fondle my breasts and kiss me as I drove the long rubber cock deep inside her. Later in the night it was her pick of the card that put me doggy style on the couch, but before we started she asked me if I thought that I could suck her cock for a while. I had never done anything like that but actually had fun. You could tell she was very aroused as she placed her hand on the back of my head and helped to force it down on the cock harder and harder until I had about half of it down my throat on each thrust. It wasn't easy. I have a new found respect for women and blowjobs. So the night went on. My SO especially loved it when the fire needed more wood in the fireplace or we needed more ice so she could watch me walk across the room. We ended up a couple times walking to the bedroom where we would just lay on the bed holding each other and feeling the sensation of our breasts, nylon legs and vaginal areas rubbing together. For the third time in my life I felt like a woman with a woman, but the intensity of this one was by far the best ever. We staged our partying many more times and each one was as special as the first.

    • February 13, 2004 12:24 AM GMT
    • The plan was actually set that I would knock on the door and act like I was coming over to visit her. So I just hung out by the bar in the living room for a while waiting for the signal to go outside. It took about half an hour to an hour before she was ready. The signal was that she would turn down the stereo in our master bedroom that she turned on when she got home. I went outside with purse over shoulder and flowers in hand to give her the ten minutes promised to come out so that she could get situated in the living room. I remember being so excited outside that I could barely light my cigarette I wanted to have while waiting. Finally time was up and I knocked on the door. When the door opened I could see she was ckecking every detail as she greeted and asked me to come in. We gave the cute little girl hug as I handed her the flowers and we walked into the living room together and I sat at the bar while she went to the kitchen for a vase and water. All I could think of is she is the queen of "Plays well with others". When she came back to me I was already propped up on the bar stool with legs crossed high and worked every second to be as feminine as I could be. Though we spoke previously that there would be no conversation as man and women, she stopped two different times within the first hour to say, "I'm sorry but I need to say this to you. I had no idea that you would look so drop dead incredibly georgeous". Then she proceeded to come stand in front of me and ask if she could just touch me for a few minutes (anywhere she wanted). I was so excited and allowed her to explore and loved every second of it. You could tell that she was very deep into the fantasy and was living the dream she'd had, to be with another woman. We kissed and touched each other ever so sensuosly and after a while we relaxed and had a few more drinks while she watched me touch up my makeup. I had put on a (just above the knee length) black dress that fit tight, but was so anxious to go change into the shorter skirt and top that we had picked out togther. I asked if I could go change and she agreed it would be good for us to cool off a bit since things were moving pretty fast. When I went to the bathroom to change outfits I readjusted everything and freshened up. Leaving the slipdress on that I had underneath the black dress I pulled on the skirt and put the top on to see how it looked. WHOA!!!!!!!!!!! I hadn't had it on with everything else done up before. With the 5" black pumps, I was on fire and when I came back into the livingroom she was gasping for air. "Oh My God", she said. "You are so beautiful and sexy". We had more drinks and other unmentionables too. The night was young and I was so happy that we were going to be able to literally have hours on end playing and pleasing each other . . . .

      More???

    • February 12, 2004 11:14 PM GMT
    • Yeah Ginger, of course we want to hear the rest. quit being such a tease.

    • February 12, 2004 11:06 PM GMT
    • Ginger, you tease! Of course I want to hear the rest. No fair getting halfway there and stopping. Coitus internetus interuptus.

      -Joni from Oregon

    • February 12, 2004 10:11 PM GMT
    • The first night I ever shared/exposed myself to my SO. I started by telling her about how fun I thought it would be to see her with another woman but probably wouldn't be able to handle it unless it was me?????? She was pretty much instantly interested. We talked in detail about dressing up for months. We spent hours talking about what we would drink, eat and how to stage every little detail. I had a few things she didn't know about, but had just gone through a purge not too long before and I truly believe she did not know of my closet activities. She helped me pick out my wig, some makeup, a couple dresses and my nails. At least a month before the big night I started shaving everything, preping my nails and had my hair cut short so the wig would fit and feel good. I shopped for other things too without her to make everything complete. A purse, jewelry, mail ordered my shoes and silicone breasts, nylons, pierced my own ears the morning of and bought a couple enemas (for the hopefully ultimate). On the big day I only worked until noon and came home to start getting ready. I was so excited and literally spent hours getting dressed up.

      I took a long hot shower and shaved as close as I ever have, everywhere, except for a perfect little patch to show the shape or top of a real womens vaginal area. Armpits, anal area, arms, chest and legs to perfection. I finished off with baby oil and Victoria's Secret lotion. Then a quick doulde douche with enemas and OH MY GOSH did I feel clean and smell great. Then off to the mirror where I quickly pierced my ears with the new diamond studs I bought. Then the face and neck got the treatment it deserved. I shaved close but not too close. Three times and finally I was very happy with the smoothness everywhere. I trimmed my eyebrows to a nice curve (I had always wanted to do that but never had before), then put on foundation that matched my color, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, lipliner and lipgloss. An hour and a half later I was done to a tee (facially anyway). I could not imagine doing that all the time, but is was so fun. I was in the guest room bath with the doors closed and towards the end of my makeup, my SO came home and went straight in to get ready and left me to my business as we had agreed earlier. I started getting dressed with my panties and pantyhose first. I like my panties tight like a gaff and then pull the pantyhose on tight and up around my waste high with a wide belt to hold everything in place (it works really well). I had worn silcone breast before with a bra, but when I put on my slipdress the bra is built-in it feels so good and looks great (very shear). After putting on all my jewelry and making sure all the fine stuff was done it was time to put on the nails (they limit things quite a bit). Glueing them on takes time and skill, but when they're done right, they are very durable. I put on my wig, stepped into my heels, touched up my makeup and looked into the mirror at the whole picture and WOW!!! WEE!!! I was back in the saddle, so to speak. It had been years since I was this detailed and it felt like a million bucks. We were to meet in the living room at the bar. Remember she had never seen me dressed up before, when she came in and saw me . . . . . .

      Anyone want to hear the rest?

    • February 19, 2004 5:23 PM GMT
    • went 1 step further today , went and bought my first girlie shoes , was very nervous , when i got to shop i asked the senior sales assistant if they do size 9 she said yes , she said was i looking for present for gf , i said no and told her i cross dress , she said wot a small world aparantly her brother does it to , any way back to shoes , she took me to the section and we disscussed wot i wanted and she found me a lovely pair , i even tryed them on , she said they were me , and a bargin aswell reduced to 5 pound from 50 pound . Next big step will be trying skirts etc on in shops but got to pluck up guts 1st

    • February 19, 2004 8:24 AM GMT
    • would love to meet any og you girls and spend some time togther girlie

    • February 12, 2004 11:28 PM GMT
    • I think we all feel the same christina - it definitely has to be somewhere away from home - we would be recognised - wouldn't we?

      Or would we - how much different do you look when dressed than when not?

    • February 12, 2004 11:22 PM GMT
    • i now how u feel jhoni , im dieing to go publlic but sum were away from home

    • February 12, 2004 11:10 PM GMT
    • Christina-

      Good on you, girl. I'm so envious, I'm still working my way up to having the balls (can I say that on this forum?<giggle> to step out as Joni. Gonna do it soon, though, it's something I want to do so much.

      Joni from Oregon

    • February 12, 2004 7:58 PM GMT
    • G for it Christina - I'm just after the stage you are at - I now want to go somewhere

    • February 12, 2004 2:48 PM GMT
    • HI GIRLS

      probly postring this in wrong area but ha hell , had sush a fab day yesterday , went to milton keynes and meet up with kat who cums on this site to , apart from gf kat was and is only other person to see me dressed as girl , dressed girlie from 10:30am until 6:30 pm loads of gilie chat and fun , next big step for me will be going out in public dressed girlie any one got advise ?

    • February 6, 2004 10:47 PM GMT
    • Catherine.....

      Don't Do it!!!!!

      It sucks out your brain and takes over your mind !!!!!!



      Take care
      Purple
      x

    • February 6, 2004 12:24 AM GMT
    • I have Dreamweaver too but haven't had time to build anything yet. Just you wait. I'm going to be online, and my pix, and my story, and my friends, and...

      Catherine "Anorak" Wells

    • February 5, 2004 7:56 PM GMT
    • Hi

      Given the site a bit of a revamp following the comments above. Also added a couple of bits and even (gasp!) a bit of organisation.

      Still building, tinkering and generall mesing about with it but I think it's on the right track. Again any feedback is appreciated.

      And yeah - u lot are right, already want to upgrade!

      Take Care
      Purple
      x

    • February 6, 2004 12:21 AM GMT
    • It's the moment of truth. I am older than Stevie but younger than Rachel. There, I've said it now. I look younger in the pix.

      lol
      Catherine

    • February 6, 2004 12:19 AM GMT
    • Hi.