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10-03-2009
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Is there a sequence of events that you believe lead to your current sexual desires
 A single event in my life would stand out to suggest that it was not from a predisposition but from cause and effect of social and environmental properties. Please follow with me through an analytical survey of these real life eventsI had been playing with the pretty little blond girl that lived in a down-stairs apartment. At that time I would say I had two girl friends one pretty little thin brunet in the apartment upstairs and the little blond in the downstairs apartment that I was playing house with on that day that is forever with me; the truth is that I only had females around to mentor me and to play with. That was completely all right with me I loved playing with girls. I got so involved playing with my little girl friend and the dolls that I forgot to stop and pee. Well surprise-surprise I wet my pants; when I told Anna Marie she started laughing and ran from the room She came back squealing and giggling and her mother in tow. . Her mother, Mrs. Jones, scolded me severely telling me: only sissies pee their pants! Then she lifted me up on baby Anna Beth's changing table; Anna Beth was Anna Marie's two year-old-younger-sister. As Mrs. Jones looked me over she said: We will have to change everything! And she started removing one article of clothing after another right there in front of pretty little 6-year-old-blond-haired-blue-eyed-Anna Marie Jones. Then her mother began to wash me with a baby's washcloth wiping (and stimulating) my bottom and my little hairless-penis-and-balls. I was already flush with embarrassment when my little penis became fully erect naturally Little Anna Marie Jones quickly pointed out the event with a giggle and a squeal as she pointed and told her mother to look (jimmy is being nasty). Mrs. Jones started spanking my bottom and told Anna Marie Go to your chest-of-drawers and get a pair of your panties for the little sissy to wear while I finished cleaning up the little brat Anna Marie protested she said: Panties are only for girls and besides they wont fit him anyway! Her mother told her nonsense your panties would fit the little sissy just fine Mrs. Jones whispered to me: Your going to be punished for that! Anna Marie went to the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a pair of her white cotton panties. Her mother said: no dear! Their not for a little sissy, go to the top drawer and get a pair of your Sunday best the ones with lace around the waistband and legs! Anna Marie flew back to the chest-of-drawers and climbed up a near-by-chair and went into the top drawer; she came out with a pair of silky white nylon panties with the lace her mother had instructed her to look for. She quickly climbed down from the chair and hurried them over to her mother. Mrs. Jones spread-open the waistband of the silky-white-lace-panties for me to step into. I gave some feeble protest and her mother said: Oh you want your bottom spanked again! as she gave my bottom three more serious strokes. She then spread the waistband of the panties again, this time I stepped into the panties just as quickly as she spread the waistband, first one leg then the other, as she pulled the panties up my legs everything went whoosh in my head the feel of the nylon panties and the lace sliding up my legs was so exciting and so stimulating that I just about peed again; as her mother slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband smoothing the nylon and the lace over my body I remember wishing that it could go on forever until I felt the shock wave of delight when her fingers slipped from the waistband and the elastic snapped against my skin! She did this over and over first one leg then the other then both, then the waistband again; all climaxing with that shock wave of delight when her fingers would slip from the elastic and the sound and the feel of that snap From the elastic. (To this day adjusting a pair of panties after sliding them up my legs is one of the most anticipated moments of wearing panties the sound and the Feel of that final snap when you know that you are finally in your panties and the panties are caressing your body just perfectly) Mrs. Jones stepped back and said! You see Anna Marie they fit the little sissy perfectly! Then she lifted me up and put me on the floor then she said: You can go home now unless you want a little dress to ware? I ran through the apartment out the door and up the two flights of stairs wearing only the panties hoping no one would see me I made it to the door of my apartment and burst past my mother into my bedroom I pulled off the panties as fast as I could and threw them under the bed. Most would draw the conclusion that it was purely from the cause and effect of social and environmental life experiences at such a early age but there are other real facts to consider. Before this happened I had a fascination with female underpants! I will continue in the next post 
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#2
10-03-2009
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the story goes on please share your experiences
My mother was a art student at some earlier stage in her life and had pictures of female models in there underpants to draw the human body from; there were drawings of naked females and I used the pictures to excite myself I remember this quite clearly at that time I remember finding females very beautiful and remember quite clearly my feelings of how lucky they were because they could wear such beautiful things I also remember wanting to know desperately what was under that panty; I was sure it had to be even more beautiful then the underpants because the rest of their bodies were very beautiful and they didn’t wear anything as beautiful as their panties to cover any other part of their bodies. This part of their body had to be special to have the most beautiful garment in all the world right snug up next to it. I know that this fascination was with me from a very early age because I remember two incidents that accrued when I was still in plastic panties the first was when my mother and father were in one of the two single beds and I was in the other right next to them and I was pretending to be sleeping and playing very quietly because I had a hard-on and I was in the middle of some little sex play I was putting my plastic pants on my teddy bear pretending that they were girls panties and I was pretending that I was dressing my little boy teddy up like a little girl and the first thing was to put a pair of panties on the little boy teddy bear when my parents discovered that I was not sleeping and decided to see what I was doing under the covers when they saw what I was doing I got a spanking and my father was kicked out of the bedroom for good my mother claimed that I knew what they were doing and that is why I was doing what I was doing but it was untrue I had know idea what they were doing and it was not true because I had been pretending that my plastic pants were girls panties for some time.
The other time I was a little older and my mother was changing me there were other women in the room and I new my mother was about to change me I was humiliated because she was about to expose me and my hard penis to everyone in the room but the other thing was that she announced to me and the rest of the room that I had been doing real good with my potty training and she held up the plastic pants by the waistband and said pretty-soon I wouldn’t need these any more. I remember wanting to tell her please don’t take my panties away and I think I would of but with everyone standing around looking at me completely naked with a hardon I was to embarrassed to say anything I felt all my secrets were out there and if they hadn’t caught on yet I wasn’t going to tell them I remember trying and succeeding on many occasions getting many young girls to show me their panties even Anna Marie by just asking them if I could see. I loved girls bodies but there were some other interactions that shaped my sexuality or I was predisposed for, I will add more next post
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#3
10-04-2009
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You have some interesting posts. If you broke your post up into paragraphs and used proper punctuation, spelling, and capitalization then they would be easier to read. You probably also find more people commenting on your posts.
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#4
10-04-2009
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i grew up in a joint family and all my playmates were girls (i have five sisters in about the same age group as me), the boys in the family were bigger than me and i being the youngest was always being bullied, since i liked playing with my sisters.
we used to play dolls, make up stories about ourselves and play pretend games, dumb charade, musical chairs, and what not... hide n seek....i 'm getting nostalgic....... but the best game that we played was the fashion show (and u know what, on this pretext i could get myself some pretty girl dresses from my parents)..... i won a few times....and God, was i proud???!!! being with the girls for all my childhood made me be them....in fact made me want to be like them..... i might call it sibling envy...or rivalry whatever... i used to act like girls, sit like them, pee like them, wear dresses...... Nobody took notice,... they probably ignored....everybody in the family forgot that i was a boy....so did i.....
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#5
10-04-2009
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we sometimes played nude as well running away from our parents's clutch before they could bathe us.....
everything went well until we stepped into adolescence....... i was terrified at the sight of the first hairs on my body... more so in the pubic region......so much so that i enquired of my mom whether it was normal or is it some sort of disease???? my mom consoled me to some extent with her answer.... but i felt something was wrong .... i saw boobs growing on my playmates...but mine were flat still.... some time passed by and then i also felt two little lumps beneath my nipples... i broke the news to my mother ... this time joyfully...(though the lumps did hurt a bit)... since now i felt like i will also have boobs like my playmates. but that was not to be then..... and i really hated my mother for that.... she took me to a doctor who examined those lumps and gave some medicines and after a few days of having those horrible medicine (which i termed as boob killers) the lumps disappeared... and i mourned their disappearance quietly.......
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10-04-2009
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i was so taken over by grief... or i don't know what.....
that i became miserable...... it was like i was being kept away from my share of candy while my playmates had theirs.... to add further to my woes my parents couldn't understand my needs and sent me to an all boys boarding school...... They probably thought i would adapt to their (boys) way of living but that was not to be......... i could not fit into the scheme of things there... or rather i didn't even try.... i was ridiculed and bullied and beaten every now and then for my girl like ways.... i could not even stand and pee.....i used to close myself inside a lavatory and sat and peed..... people soon started becoming curious and after about a week i was caught red handed while sitting and peeing......(it felt like such a crime at that time).... As a punishment i was asked to pee in front of some seniors while standing....as i was not used to this i spoiled all my clothes while trying to.... Everybody around burst into laughter while i sobbed ...... tears came running down my eyes..... From then on i became a piece of mockery for everyone..... when i could bear no more... i reported the matter to my parents who came to my rescue and got those responsible for my embarrassment expelled..... But that was little consolation for me..... i told my parents that i wanted to be a girl for the rest of my life and have nothing to do with boys..... They could not take it well and everything seemed topsy-turvy ...... my parents moved out of the joint family. We went to a big city to start life afresh where after my continued persuasions...i was allowed professional help and now i live happily as i should have been.
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#8
10-08-2009
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So glad to see someone else join us. Welcome 4inch come on in
You know this is. Just too much I just get a chance to tell sissyneha that I was just about to post about my experience with finding out that I was growing breast buds, and she puts the story out before I can get to that part of my story when barry comes right behind sissyneha and shares about the earlier experience about Two young male friends trying to be females for each other so that they could fulfill each other's needs when I was just collecting my final thoughts on this critical point in my early childhood. I have Already been richly rewarded in the knowledge that there are shared experiences. Of people that have similar desires and needs. I want to put one more post out before I share the experience that I had that had a familiar ring to barry's story. Thank you sissyneha and barry for opening up the dialoge to now 4inch we can say we have formed a group I hope to post again to night and no body sounded off about pictures about pantied-tranny-cock
If any of you girls out there would please share with us your experience if you toke the plunge and started taking hormones and started forming beautiful little titties, would you please share with us how that felt every step of the way? It is something that at least two of us had a little of interest in. please please please!!!!! So let me ring out the call again. please to all of you out there do you never think about why you are so different than the established norm Please share any experience you had in your early years that took you down the path of loving or wanting to be a TGirl, Ladyboy, Pantyboy, Crossdresser, Femboy
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#9
10-08-2009
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I could not waite, I had to share.
When I was 14, this boy, just a few months younger than me was the one that cemented my desire for small breasted (just budding) TGirls. We were both going through adolescence and the Girls were making us salivate but neither of us would be fortunate enough to get anything more than a good tease out of the girls, but I also had a crush on this very feminine little blond boy, and I told him that I knew he wanted a girl just as much as I did, and I would give him a blow job, and he could just close his eyes and act, as if I was a girl doing it to Him. (Note: that's what I was secretly pretending to be) He said OK, and I went to my knees instantly, he started to unbuckle his belt, and I stopped him and said it would be more like a girl was doing it if he let me do it, so he said OK! The truth was that the former encounter with the other boy when I was eleven had me addicted to unwrapping the object of my desire, the act of unbuckling his belt, then the top button of his pants, then down came the zipper, then peeling open the unzipped fly, then a deep inhale of young, hairless, boy cock , the light sent of soap and sweat and swimming pools and that aroma that only lives in the few seconds right when you first set it free, then the first gentle kisses planted on his penis and balls through his white cotton underwear then mouthing and lightly nibbling his prick until I would hook my fingers in the elastic waistband of his underpants pull them down as his ever hard cock pointed strait at my wide open mouth, I would drop my cock hungry mouth down on his throbbing cock caressed only with my moist, fevered breath until I would close my wet soft lips on the base of his hairless balls and then begin the slow teasing slide up his hot throbbing shaft, I would repeat this over and over until eventually he release a sweat load of hot cream for my anticipated reward. We did this almost every school night and all day and night long during the long summer. I was in love with this boy, and it gave me a serious case of cock suckers fever, when all you do is think about is your forbidden desire to make love to that special someone in that special way. I pushed him for a more girlfriend like allowances, and he eventually let me suck his nipples, and I use to say to him, can I suck your pussy when I wanted to suck his cock, you see it wasn't just me that pretended to be a girl for him, he pretended to be a girl for me as well. Looking back, on what I know now, I realize that I was trying to feminize him. and he was trying to feminize me. I asked him if girls' panties turned him on. He said yes. I unbuckled my pants, unzipped my fly and showed him that I was wearing a pair of white nylon panties with cute little satin bows on the waistband. I tried, but I could not get him to put on a pair. I think he was terrified at being caught, I was to, and if anyone had found out what we were doing it would have been hell in that day. I know he wanted to try on the panties because when I would take a pair and rub them on his inner thighs and balls and sometimes put them over his cock and suck him through them. He would moan and that was different for him, because he would just sit quit as a mouse as he filled my mouth, with his sweet cream and not make a sound. Have you stood in amazement at the stamina of a teenage boy, he would spew his cream, and I would keep on going, he never softened and we would just move on to the next climax I tried to get him to spend the night, initially because I hoped I could get him under the covers with me and I could get my hands on this cock before it got hard. I imagined that it would be fun to have his soft penis grow to a full erection by my gentle caressing. Because as hard as I tried, I never could get to his cock before he was hard as a rock. I think he knew we were more like boyfriend and girlfriend and spending the night meant commitment. I know he wanted to because when we started experimenting with getting high, he would lose some of his cool male pretense and this one time, agreed to spend the night but when he called his mother to ask for permission she suspected he was drinking and told him to come right home. He was raised alone by his mother, it was a single parent family. For some reason his father wanted to get back in his life. I was shattered with the news that he would be moving to Florida to live with his father. I begged him to stay but he really did not have a choice. we wrote to each other a couple of times but his letters just made me sadder knowing I would not see him that day, that night and maybe never again. He was so smart I would take him to my school and show him off I would say you should meet my friend and tell them how fast he could read. I wonder if they could pick up in my voice that I meant my boyfriend and lover. I on the other hand did not take to school work at all back then and could barely keep a passing grade so writing for me was very difficult The few letters I did get were ended with little secret messages that he missed me, we could not say what we really felt. he called me one time, but calling on the phone was expensive back then and if you remember my family was dirt poor.
After I lost that lovely little innocent love affair I have never had a desire to have sex with man or boy again I can honestly say I have never looked at a member of my same sex, man or boy, and felt any attraction sexual or otherwise, because I was heartbroken and nothing could replace that once upon a time love of mine. I thought that for sure I would never have that need met again; I reasoned that they were the things of youth and as the next few years past I grieved the loss with horrible results. I went on a three year drinking and drugging bender. during that time I turned full time attention to girls. I did keep my desire to be feminine and to wear girls things but now I hoped to find a girl that would like dressing me up or find it stimulating to see a well dressed girlyboy but I could never even get my self to so much as bring up the subject with a girl that I was dating. This made the secret forbidden desire all the stronger. but Truthfully, how many of us will be lucky enough to have a relationship with a female that would treat this kind of thing with loving acceptance? But now I truly am looking at males, but because they do not look very much like a male except between their legs and I always want then small down there and circumcised signing off Kitty Kelly.
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10-09-2009
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Sissy, thanks for sharing your story. Its just horrible how people treat each other when there's a slight difference in how we are.
As a youngster I was a typical boy, never abused or molested. At puberty I noticed that I attracted to some boys, small petite boys with feminine traits. One boy, who I was attracted to, told some others that he and a friend exchanged blow jobs. You can guess what happened. That kid was mocked, ridiculed and hounded. I felt sorry for him and was the only kid who was still civil to him. But I also learned I had to be very cautious about telling who I was attracted to or sexually desired. By the time I was 15 I had sex with 2 boys, both who lived in other towns and didn't go to my school. One of them was a regular. (By sex I mean blow jobs and jerking each other. No kissing, hugging or anal.) By 16 I had discovered girls and tried to put boys in the past. After all, I didn't want to be a "fag" or "queer." But the attraction was still there. In college I met other guys I was attracted to. I noticed that the ones that turned me on all had feminine traits. Round ass and hips, little body hair, full lips. Most of these guys were straight but when I was 19 I befriended Wayne, who was always acting macho and talking about pussy. I sensed he was full of it but played along. After about 2 months we finally had sex. And we did everything. We became "roommates." Outside he continued to put on his act and looked the part. Inside he was kind, gentle and had a more feminine appearance (to me anyway). To make a long story short, over the years I engaged in relationships almost exclusively with women but did have a couple of male lovers. Again, they were a certain type. Very feminine in appearance and behavior. My job as a medical social worker brought me into contact with the transgendered community. Again, I was attracted to so many of my clients but couldn't say or do a thing for professional reasons. I have yet to have sex with a T-girl and have no interest in escorts. I like to build relationships and know the person from the inside. So, for whatever reason, I'm attracted to females and feminine males. No one thing made me that way. Its just the way I'm wired psychosexually.
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10-10-2009
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i agree that a one off thing can't change a person's outlook but a chain of events can.... i considered myself bisexual and somewhere between both male and female (at the very initial stages of understanding my sexuality)....but as i explored more i discovered my true being (wat i really wanted to be).....and i'm happy with the choice i made.
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10-09-2009
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your way with words is quite arousing i enjoy your thoughts very much
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#13
10-09-2009
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Another prayer answered another post from a friend.
When I started this thread, I was unsure of the reaction but it has been a long time in the works. First you will hear me saying thank you, over and over for participating in this form. Without anyone listening there can be no healing. Many of you that have contributed have done with compaction, by identifying with me by sharing a commonality with a reveling story of your own. I was sure that by now someone would of posted a very harsh assessments of what I have reveled. Just because it has not occurred yet, will not insure that in wont. I will however enjoy the comfort of friends, for now and try to share truthfully with you, of the thoughts that your contributions have brought to mind.
I have posted before that I intended to post my story of events as they happened as I grew from child hood until my dreams and desires had pretty much been set for life. I had put my thoughts down in little notes, as I remembered them, and then assembled them in chronological order. Then to keep from putting people to sleep, I edited it down as much as I could. I originally was hoping to post the story just to get it out of me. Than sit back and brace myself for god knows what. I have been so presently surprised. I guess I really should not be surprised that I found people like me that act, very much like me. Like I posted earlier when I would be very hesitant to revel the inward true self unless the other party revealed there comparable desires. when they did I would rush to give them safe haven in the comfort of knowing that I identified with them and shared some of the very same sexual desires I have been very tender hearted all of my life. As they used to tease president Clinton, about how he could feel your pain. I truly could feel the pain of others, because I suffered inwardly with this agonizing presentation of my self and the person that I found myself to be inwardly. Thank you for the safe haven. The inward man was no picnic either, lets see, he loved girls, they have been and always will be the prettiest thing on the face of the earth, but in some respects they don't quite do it for him. He finds the idea of making any advancements on a male unimaginable, not that there is any thing wrong with a man, but girls are attracted to them, not other guys. But the biggest thrill he could imagine would be, to be, dating this so sexy, foxy lady only to find out that when he finally was given the privilege of making love with this, so feminine girly girl he finds that she has this little five inch circumcised eye-candy-cute, pink little cock in her tight little panties. But is not this desire what they call gay? Well yes and know...... maybe so, no it was the pretty girl that he was dating and was all hot for......but why was he so thrilled when he found that little five inch circumcised eye-candy-cute, pink little cock in her tight little panties. And if that is not enough this same person is pretending for every one else that he is a standard guy when he really would love to play at being a pretty girl and enjoy all the things that he believes would make it fun to be a girl so play and fantasy is the end result and nothing is really answered but it is the small little safe havens along the twisted road of life that he finds comfort in thank you for the zone. I will post again as soon as I have it together, Kitty Cox
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10-16-2009
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I've already talked about this in a couple of posts, so I won't go into too much detail. Before we got our first girlfriends, my best friend and I did some sex play when he slept over my house. We were taking turns pretending to be the pretty girls we knew, and we jerked each other and kissed. I had actually forgotten until I thought about what I had posted the other day, but we also laid on top of each other and fucked between the thighs. I don't ever remember dealing with cum, so we were probably pretty young. I know we didint' ever consider it gay, it was just "practice" - typical kids's sex play.
Before we stopped doing it, though, I started wanting to suck his cock. I was really curious about what it would feel like in my mouth. I'm sure I wanted him to suck me, too, but it was really about feeling his hard cock in my mouth. I never told him about it, and then he hooked up with a girlfriend, and that was the end of our play. Both of us forgot about it, and went on with our totally straight lives. It wasn't until I saw shemale porn on the internet - around 1996-97 - that I ever considered any sex other than straight. I was totally blown away by shemales - like they say, the best of both worlds! So I spent a few years looking at all kinds of porn, but the more I looked at shemale porn, the more I thought about not just being sucked by them - my favorite - but actually sucking them, too. I always looked for pictures and videos of guys sucking shemale cock, and I still do. But now, a few years ago, I was looking at a lipstick fetish site - mostly porn chicks with thick lipstick and gloss, and I saw that they had a "Lipsticked Guys" forum. When I saw my first pictures of guys in lipstick, I was confused, but gradually, the idea got into my head. I had to try it. When I finally did, just the scent of the red lipstick almost made me cum. I loved opening the tube, turning it to raise up the lipstick, and especially putting it on my lips. From there, I bought more make-up, panties, nylons, dresses - the whole tranny deal. I found out that I was totally turned on by making myself look like a woman - why didn't I do this years ago? I'll leave out the details, but I stopped dressing about a year ago, and now this site has got me going again. And once a crossdresser gets the urge, it can't be held off - it's like an addiction. So I just shot some photos to upload here, and I've got some nice silky thigh-highs on right now and my nails are painted red. Feels so fuckng good! I know I'm going to start dressing a lot again, and going out to clubs. I love being a tranny - I'm not hot, but I feel totally hot as a woman. No reason to fight that urge - it feels too good.
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Permenantly aroused by shemales, transvestites and crossdressers.
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10-20-2009
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Just this morning I was simply trying to find a pair of pink
Just this morning I was simply trying to find a pair of pink micro-fiber panties and thought I must have put them away in my hiding place, when I unzipped the garment bag full of my collection of panties I started getting aroused, looking at the hundreds of pretty panties that I have was just too much. The next thing I knew I was standing in front of the mirror with not only a pair of pink panties on but matching pink nylons, pink frilly garter belt and a victories secret sheer pink nighty, before I realized it two hours had passed. I quickly removed all the items, except for my pink panties, and placed them in the lingerie bag (I have then hanging on the line over the bath right now) and put on my tightest jeans, to feel like a slut and flew out the door. I never did find the panties I was looking for. When I was young I found it hard to get my girly things before there was on line shopping, it was getting them from wear ever you could, so I raided many a clothes lines and laundry room dryer. Wouldn't that be a hoot if someone stole my panties for a change? My experience was of a multitude of early sexual experiences with boys and girls of my same age but I never even knew that there was a mouth watering creature like a shemale until I was in my late twenties, but like you when I did find out; there was such a creature, that was the object of my desire. Back then the only way I could get material on that subject was by mail order, and I had forced womanhood, Michael Manning art work and all the most desired vintage material that is so sought-after now but like you, I tossed it all in the trash can trying to change direction. The thing that all of us seem to forget is that our sexuality is so much a part of what and who we are, that we don't stand a chance of truly denying its sway over us. I believe we only suppress the desire and when it returns, and it most assuredly will, it only returns more powerful than before. I would like to thank you for joining us and contributing. A shout out to all you girls, we know you have something to share with us, Please tell us of all your driving forces rather they are in your past or just burgeoning we would love to hear from you.
If you have a thing for panties, and it started at an early age try this website http://www.redlightnet.com/princess/...n/peekpage.htm if you are really excited by being made to wear frilly girl things by a stern woman try this website http://www.prissys-sissies.com/Homepage.htm or http://lustomic.com/catalog.php?cID=0&aID=0 or sissyfuss and if you have another interest in this wide area of fetish naughtiness, please give us a few lines and I will try my best to find something for you.
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10-23-2009
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10-23-2009
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Pixie's reply was just fine. She was asked to contribute and she gave her comments in an honest and straightforward manner. I found nothing insulting nor hostile.
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10-23-2009
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Now, let's dig a little. Men are angry/ Women are nurturing - Bullocks. It's one of those things that CDs and TVs throw around to justify their identity, just like rubbish about how sexy women's clothes feel or how dull boy clothes are. It's a valid set of beliefs, and ones that are nicely held up and reinforced by our society. But I don't think it holds up to really thoughtful probing. This should not be confused or compared with what is happening with Trans* women. Neither is better/worse than the other. What is problematic is that so very often CDs and TVs have this expectation that trans* women agree with/understand what the heck they are talking about. For one thing, I didn't suddenly become less able to express being angry. I may be less likely to "pop off" (thanks HRT), but I still get just as pissed. I'm only more likely to let crap slide. I also don't and never have gotten any particular thrill out of any garment I have owned. Clothes cover my body, accentuate my figure, help moderate my temperature. One thing that I think is important is to understand I (and most TS women I know) never had a feeling of having a "feminine side" that needed to be expressed. That is a conflict I never needed to deal with in any meaningful way. I knew I was a girl, I processed my life as a girl, I tried to be a boy, I figured out what was going on, I took the steps I needed to to get there. As always, these are my own thoughts and experiences. I'm positive many trans women will not agree.
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12-28-2009
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My Story
My story started , possible like many others, at the age of about 12, as playing "You show me yours and I'll show you mine"
During school holidays, when my friends parents were out, we used to go up to his bed room and look at girlie magazines - very tame mostly "Spick and Span" but girls showing their underwear and stockings and always getting our young cocks hard. From there it was playing dares - "show me your cock for 10 seconds" - bend over and show me your bottom". We started to look at the magazines and then we took it in turns to have to pose as the models. A few days later, my friend brought out a camera and the dares progressed - how I envied the girls - having everyone looking at the, while they exposed all their charms. I suggested it would be much more realistic if I dressed in girls clothes. So I agreed to strip naked, crawl across the landing to my friend sister's room and look in her wardrobe for some suitable clothes. I found a matching black bra and panties and a frilly underskirt, which fitted my slim body. With great trepidation I returned to the bed room and proceeded to lie back over chairs, exposing the bulge in my black panties - pulled up the frilly underskirt and pulled aside the thin material and exposed my throbbing cock. All the time there was the excitement of my nakedness being recorded. Finally, we went into the bathroom and I stripped to the waist and proceeded to rub my cock until I came, catching my cum in my spare hand. These games proceeded throughout the holidays but like all good things, they came to an end. However it sowed the seeds of interest in shemales and cross dressing and many years later, after moving to Asia, I m please to say they surfaced again.
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12-29-2009
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As a sidenote, in the 1950s you got married and had kids and prayed one of them wasn't gay. But with 2010 around the corner, twelve hour work days, divorce, life-killing mortgage, it actually MAKES SENSE to make the best of this hectic life and enjoy all the varieties of sexual adventures available. Go with the flow.
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04-15-2012
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I am so glad that this posted inquire or question has not been completely avoided!
I have vivid memories of sexual things as young as four or even earlier. I know that for me; my formative years had an enormous influence on my proclivities; here in the present. Maybe some of you do not have vivid, early, memories but I do. I had hoped the question would help (in some unscientific but useful) examination into the question was I born this way? Had my life experiences shaped or influenced some of our desires to become sexually stimulated by this variety of things either making some of us want to become girls or cross dress or perhaps simply enjoy sexual stimulation from viewing trans-gender or cross dressing individuals.
I have memories of being sexually aroused as young as three or four I remember having a fetish for girls panties at least a year before I started kindergarten and forcing myself to overcome my fears and ask the girls I knew if I could wear their panties. Before that I remember pretending that the plastic diaper covering that I wore before I was completely potty trained was a pair of panties. I remember right around that time how hard I would get and how good it felt to pull my pants down and turn over and look over my shoulder at my naked bottom and think how pretty it was. Every time there was a show on the television, with a girl in a short dress; I would be hoping and praying that she would twirl as she danced in hope that I would get a glimpse of her panties. There were few boys to play with before starting school but in third grade a group of boys starting grabbing other boy?s crotch?s and I found that wonderful and not only grabbed other boys crotches but tried to fondle a good feel while doing so. But with a frank discussion with the other members maybe we can get some insights into did the chicken or the egg come first? so what do you remember about your formative years? Kitty Cox
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#23
06-06-2012
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I have seen FUBAR and MIAMI events pictures where girls seems to be extremely true hotties and I really like to watch there gorgeous who looks eventually great. So, I actually think that this events pictures can lead my sexual desires because this events girls are rocking and looking superbly outstanding.
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