It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.

About an hour later, aunt, telling me, as I was reading a woman’s magazine of hers, that she just be over the road, to chat to her friend for awhile. On reaching Jivesh's house he introduced Natasha to his Mom, Natsha pulled to pallu over her head and touched her feet exactly like how Jivesh had told. She was a bit upset at first but was happy to get a beautiful and well mannered DIL like Natasha. She decided to do their re- marriage according to Indian traditions. They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness. and started responding to her moves. She was spanking me in between her moves. It was just a beginning of my womanhood I knew I had to satisfy her like this for my whole life now After we both got exhausted we rested on bed.So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand. I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart. Transgender stories have not always been welcome in the mainstream; indeed, after decades of horrific discrimination, trans authors have shown remarkable resolve, continuing to fight ardently for their voices to be heard. Today, the tides are finally turning in a manner that’s long overdue, with authors like Imogen Binnie and Meredith Russo forging a more hopeful path for trans and cis writers and readers around the world.

What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face.I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time.

You both look fabulous,” said Krista, “Your cab’s here, now get off the pair of you and have a lovely lovely evening!”. I don’t know what got over me. I am really sorry Jody. I promise.. I will never do this again.” I answered, almost about to cry. But perhaps the most significant impact has been the sense of community and connection I’ve found through sharing my crossdressing stories. I’ve connected with others who share similar experiences, and together, we’ve created a space of understanding and acceptance. Also often will wear panties and pantyhose at work under my male clothes just for the thrill of it. Or perhaps a butt plug 😉One day my whole family was going on a trip to one of our relatives. I somehow managed to stay behind, saying I have a few tasks to finish. It was a great opportunity to take the whole house to myself. So my parents left and I was so excited to get dressed. I really wanted to wear a full make-up from head to toe and spend as much time as a girl. I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice.

For me it started in my early teens. I discovered masturbation (wow what a joy!) and womens legs became of particular fascination to me. God they looked so smooth and sexy, how I longed to touch them, to see if they felt as soft as I imagined. Now that is an interesting story. As a crossdresser, I know that it can be quite difficult to keep crossdressing habits hidden for too long, and a lot... For the first hour or so it was fantastic just to chat away. I’d never been able to do it before, and its good to talk. Then after our chat, I was shown upstairs to my beautiful B&B bedroom so that I could freshen up and then it was on to the fun part!

At some point, Andy had disappeared into the dressing room, where obviously some sort of magic must have had occurred because the most gorgeous radiant woman emerged!