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. The Dating Game. Mollie Blake’s ongoing serial about David (Diana) and Lucy. From the ski slope to the lecture hall, this is a great look at the unusual world of academia and crossdressing.

My family once noticed my sister's panties in our guest room closet, her one piece in my sink, her compression shorts 3 times in my closet, once confronted with my mom and sis finding a two piece in my closet as I was in the room, I said as a complete lie "Well I chafe down there, and use the bottom half to stop that, and my dad caught me wearing a sports-bra once when I was 9(Which I could have gotten away with, had I not told him I was ) So I guess they basically know, and would tell them, but I dont think I could go on full time(Even though I really want to) and just the way people think of you, my friends who id loose alot of, basically telling them I have lied constantly and that I feel so wronged and cheated. Plus, I want to make my parents to feel proud when people know Im their son, and be to proud of me. One day, I just snapped one of them. I was so angry and upset that they had been forcing me to do this, and I just couldn't take it anymore. After snapping I decided to run away from them. I went to the park, but they found me there. They chased me through the park and got very close to catching me, but I disappeared into the bushes. They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness.When he realized that they weren't going to hold him down any longer, he jumped up in a flash and raced for the door. She was silent for a while. I could understand her reaction. I apologized to her for keeping such a secret from her. After that, she went to bedroom and we didn’t speak that whole night. I felt so bad about myself and I sat in the living room feeling so upset and embarrassed about my actions. I had no confidence to face her so I slept on the couch in the living room.

She began helping me with my crossdressing and taught me how to do my own makeup and nails. She would offer me to her friend who was a cosmetology student for practice. She would video and take pictures of everything. For the next couple of days, everything was quite normal. My sister rarely bothered me and I was pretty much over the things that happened before. After few years in our marriage, my wife got a job as a business development manager for a very reputed company and her job had her going away on business trips more regularly. I was mostly alone at our house and again, the urge to dress up started to grow stronger and stronger. I push Samantha to go and he leaves immediately. Now, I had to face Bob and explain everything to him. I was never so embarrassed in my life. Bob had calmed down a bit. Then, I sit down on the chair and with a deep breath, I start explaining everything to Bob about me being a crossdresser and what I had planned to do this evening. Bob then comes a bit closer. Okay, I won’t tell them but from now on you have to do as I say.” She said. “Fine, just don’t tell them. I will do anything Jody, please.” I said hopelessly. “You better get changed now. Mom’s going to be home soon.” Jody said with a smile, knowing that I was completely under her control.

I tried many times to stop myself from crossdressing but sooner or later, I always felt the need to dress up and just express my feminine side. Then I would buy stuffs again to dress up and again after some months, I would throw away all my girly things to try to stop my crossdressing habit. It was going on like that for sometimes. With that, he was gone , and then mom turned around to me and said one more word. You guessed it, shopping. I eliminated most of the replies and narrowed it down to two that seemed promising. One of the ‘finalists’ was only available that night, which was not possible, so now I was down to one. I was hoping this would pan out. I’d hate to miss out on this opportunity. I only had a few days. So this last prospect sounded really serious. He just needed 20 minutes notice to get there, and promised he would show up. Believe it when I see it, but nonetheless, I was pumped, excited, nervous, scared… all the normal emotions I always feel when arranging a meet up with a complete stranger. As time passed, I got into a relationship with this lovely girl I met at a friend’s party. We got really close and started to hang out together all the time. Then I asked her to move in with me and she did. I decided to stop crossdressing for good and after that I didn’t dress up at all. We go inside and sit on the chair. We start our conversation by telling each other a bit about ourselves. He tells me her feminine name is Samantha and he has been cross-dressing for the past 10 years. It was really exciting to have another crossdresser to talk with. I was really enjoying the moment and I had a lot in my mind about what to do next. But then, all of sudden, he comes really close to me and kiss my lips.

We’ve been planning this for weeks. We purposely left some clothing out today before we went out, to entice you to dress up.” Once puberty hit, crossdressing took on a whole new aspect. I started to realize that I wished I could dress in girl's clothes all the time and that I preferred the way girl's dresses fit my body and how they looked at me. I also began to feel trapped in the wrong body and that I should have been born a girl. These realizations were confusing and scary for me, and I wasn't sure what to do with them.Megan's mom lost her scowl and a maniacle smile came over her face. "You didn't have a bathing suit you say?" No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door. Come on, we’re late. We’re taking your father out to dinner tonight for his birthday. Don’t you remember?” I always enjoyed wearing my mom's high heel shoes and dresses. They made me feel powerful and confident. Even though I was a little, I thought I could do anything in those shoes. Now that I'm all grown up, I still enjoy wearing high heel shoes and dresses. They make me feel sexy and beautiful. And I love the way they make me feel powerful and confident.