I've always had my eye turned when i've seen men dressed as women. The heart flutters as I imagine 'what if...?' Well at a young age, early teens I guess, I started to raid my elder sister's knicker draw and i'd feel the sheer lingerie cling to my pre-pubescent body like a glove. I was a late starter in adolescence, very naive and still played girly games with my sisters like comb the dolly's hair, play 'house' with me as the little sister and didn't bat an eyelid when I was dressed as a girl myself. Away from these games as I started to get older I did start to snatch the odd pair of knickers here and there and the piece de resistance: a bra! Soon I was wearing dresses in my bedroom and dared to go downstairs dressed when everybody was out of the house. This stayed with me when I went to university where for the first year I was seen to be a shy and isolated student. Little did people know I was fully dressing in my student room, experimenting with make-up and enjoying life as a closet crossdresser. The following year I had to reluctantly move out of the halls of residence into shared accommodation. Being the 'male' on the oustide I found it easier to source a room in a house with males so this is where I found myself. I had to carefully stash my clothes and dress whenever there was a spare moment which is very difficult in a student house. One fancy dress themed evening I plucked-up the courage to go as Marilyn Monroe. The attention I had was very flattering indeed and I enjoyed my bum being spanked by all the boys. One guy was a little too touchy feely to the point I grabbed his hand, flung him round and kissed him full on the lips. We 'locked-in' for a good 78 seconds with everyone cheering beleiving it to be good humoured student fun but god did I enjoy it. Nothing else happened between us that night, although, for the next six months we became lovers without anyone knowing. He broke my heart when he returned home after graduating, he was a little older than me, more intelligent than me and made me feel like the girl I had wanted to be. I found it hard to dress after that point as the memories I had created were so real and personal that I felt like a loser unable to fulfil a person who loved me so dearly.
Why am I telling you all this? It's eight years later and I want to be treated like this again. To be able to move about freely with a partner who takes me for what I am, who cherishes me every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Would this be with another crossdresser or a male admirer? Who knows, i'm open to all suggestions.
About me:
5ft 9" without heels
Blue eyes
Slender build
Wigs and shoes to die for
Love and hugs,
Steph xoxoxo
Seeking CD / Trans
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age | 37 | |
| Location | UK, England: Merseyside, Liverpool | |
| 🌈 Sexuality | Straight | |
| 🍷 Drink | Socially | |
| 🏠 Meet At | Your place | |
| 📏 Height | 5ft 10in (178 cm) | |
| ⌛ Body Type | Slim | |
| 👱 Hair Colour | Light Brown | |
| 🦵 Body hair | Trimmed | |
