Crossdressing in Public, Part 1

The stars were aligned. It was a warm spring weekday. I had the day off from work. It was time to do it. I was going to get completely dressed up to the nines, and walk around crossdressed in public.
I started with a shower. Girly lavender scented soap. I shaved my legs. I shaved my whole body. Even my balls. So I could tuck better.
I dried off and rubbed lotion all over myself. Gawd that felt soooo good against bare skin. Up and down my now baby smooth legs, my arms, my chest, between my toes.

Pantyhose Tease

Fuck, she's so feminine. And those pantyhose look sooo good. I want to sniff and lick those pantyhosed feet, then eat her out through the nylon.

Her panties

I'm wearing a pair of her lace panties on my head.
They're bright green, summer green.
Green means go.
The sewn-in cotton crotch is positioned directly over my nose.
I'm breathing in her musk, her scent, her feminine pheromones.
Fuck it makes me hard.
Her most intimate scent coming right from that one spot.
Breathing it without her permission or knowledge.
Knowing it.
Knowing something private and sexual about her I'm not suppose to know - what she smells like.
Sharing this secret with her.
The unique female smell of arousal.
This panty gusset, that recently touched and caressed her most intimate spot, her pussy lips, is now pressed against my nose.
Knowing the sweet yet musky sell of her vagina intimately.
Now I'm lightly reaching out the tip of my tongue to taste the cotton crotch.
Tasting a taste she never intended for me experience.
What she tastes like.
What her pussy tastes like.
What it would be like to lick her lips, taste her juices from the source.
I can't help doing it.
I'm wearing a second pair of her panties.
The nylon and lace teasing my hard cock.
Knowing that her juices, her scent, is pressed up against my balls as I wear them.
The same silky nylon material that had encased her pussy, pressed against my own aroused penis.
My skin surrounded and caressed by her panties, her most feminine item.
Her most intimate and private piece of clothing.
I want to shoot off into her panties so bad.
Leave a delicious white creamy deposit right on that cotton crotch.
Ooooh.
If only she knew what I was doing with her discarded underwear.
She'll be wearing these panties again, eventually.
Not knowing what I did, where they were, how they were used, what they touched.
Every time I see her, I'll be wondering if she's wearing these panties.

Photos courtesy Flickr.

Incriminate Yourself for Princess

Breaking and entering my private locker, stealing my cheerleading panties, launching one of your loser loads into the perfumy pink pussy crotch, and then returning them to me has got to be one of the dumbest things you could ever do. Think what a diabolical diva like me could do to embarrass, enslave and blackmail you with that DNA evidence in hand. Was it worth it?

Just Friends

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Rediscovering Pamela

It turns out I've been using the alias "Pamela" for longer than I remembered. Yesterday I rediscovered an old Yahoo! profile I used to use in the early part of the decade. Pamela, aka The Bimbo in Pantyhose, would log onto chatrooms and Yahoo!Messenger, tease men, and have hot virtual sex with other people also pretending to be sexy slutty women.

Here's her picture:

And here's what her profile says:

Yahoo! ID: a_bimbo_in_pantyhose
Real Name: Pamela
Nickname: Pammy
Location: Your Wettest Fantasy
Age: 25
Marital Status: Single And Looking
Sex: Female
Occupation: dildo manipulator

More About Me

Hobbies:
Sexual roleplay: Transforming into a complete bimbo: fake boobs, fake nails, collagen dick-sucking lips, penciled eyebrows, fake lashes, porn star makeup, long blonde hair, tight tops, tons of clevage, super short skirts, oops no panties, sexy stockings, high heels.

Latest News:
Lipstick lesbian with a fetish for hot lesbo encounters and pantyhose play. Not interested in men, unless you're a transvestite. Girls, I would love us to get our tongues between each others pantyhosed thighs in a lesbo lickfest, and then cum hard on each other's faces, shivering and moaning.

Favorite Quote:
For all of those of your trying to peek up my skirt... can you see the damp patch...? Kisses, and hopefully licks.....

Interests

* Lesbian
* Masturbation
* Pregnancy and Lactation
* Hosiery
* Bras
* Lingerie and Underwear
* Thongs
* Ballet Slippers
* Sandals
* Silk and Satin
* Skirts
* Sweaters
* Tan Lines
* Legs
* Labia
* Feet
* Clitoris
* Butts and Buns
* Breasts and Nipples
* Bellybuttons
* Adult
* Blondes
* Erotic Stories and Fantasies
* Exhibitionism and Voyeurism
* Role Playing
* Sex Toys
* Transgendered
* Polyamory
* Online Relationships
* Strap Ons
* Porn Stars
* Hotpants
* Fingernails
* Crossdressing
* Bisexual
* Hedonism

D+X Institute

Well, I finally took the plunge, and created a character over at the D+X Institute.
Check it out if you want.
"Jimmy" got caught masturbating in his stepmother's panties, got sent to a Reeducation Institute, and will soon be transformed into Pamela Pantydropper.
Before:

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Test Driven

OK, raise your hand if you've ever been here:
(Um, OK, um, me!)

Harold's fingers quivered as he opened the bag of panties. He saw the black teasers. Ohhhh. Then he spotted the pink ones...

It's safe to say that at that moment, Harold had never been so excited in his life.

He arranged the three pairs of panties on his bed, pink, black, white, left to right.

They beckoned him.

...His balls were aching. What was happening to him?

...

Harold didn't have a full-length mirror in his room. Above his dresser, he had sort of a half-length one that his Mom had insisted he have. Had he looked in a full-length mirror, Harold would have seen a fine, potentially girlish body. Slender, with slim hips and good, shapely legs. A fine bottom that was plump in the cheeks and tight in the middle. A general absence of body hair. Long, straight, naturally blond hair tied into a ponytail. Lovely, dark, large nipples... But at that moment, Harold didn't even look at himself. He was fixed on the black, bikini, see-through panties with tiny red ribbons along the waistband and leg holes.

...

Tags off, the panties were in their natural state. And so was Harold – naked and as rampant as... could be.

Harold held the panties in front of him and felt their cool caress on his naked popsy. Ohhh. He felt a thrill of sexual pleasure...

Harold removed the panties out of "harm's way," away from their friction upon his prick... But he just HAD to try them on.

He sat on his bed and, for some reason, pointed his toes as he slipped his right foot through the opening in the pretty panties. Then he slid the left foot in. Harold's legs were practically hairless, which made the voyage of the panties from his ankles to his privates and bottom a very smooth ride. Harold shivered as the wispy black treasures passed his thighs. He looked down at the waistband front's six tiny, red roses as the center two rosettes tenderly scraped the sensitive skin of his little ballbag. Ohhhh.

Pressing on, Harold eased his first panties to the top of his scrotum, then along the short, but tender length of his red, fiercely throbbing prick. With one ecstatic pull, he encased his bottom, prick and balls in gauzy, silky elegance.

Harold breathed deeply, closing his eyes and trying to regain some measure of self-control. When he had calmed a bit, he crossed the room to his mirror.

Harold was drawn to his own image. A pretty boy in black panties. The panties were so sheer that he could see his erect penis, which was so red and hot that it was almost burning a hole in the panties. He turned his back to the mirror and saw his pink bottom through the black gauze of the sweet knickers.

Harold's life was divided into the times before and after that moment.

He knew that things would never be the same for him...

Looking at his own bottom had him frantic with excitement. If he just petted his cock a little, maybe that would help. Harold kept his eyes on the mirror's lovely rectal reflection and softly slid his fingertips up and down the gossamer material covering his drippy, mushroom head.

An image flashed through Harold's head. Someone else, of undetermined origin and gender, a dream person, was stroking his penis through his panties. It felt wonderful!!! Then, in a flash of insight unparalleled in most lives, Harold realized that, any time he wanted, he could put on panties and, with little effort, find someone who would be more than willing to stroke his penis. And kiss him. Willingly. All day if necessary.

And that thought made him gasp, then cum until his beautiful first panties were filled with hot, sticky goo.

Harold's toes curled. His pretty nipples erected and he saw colors he didn't know existed. He saw himself as a sexual being for the first time in his life. And suddenly, his life was ablaze in possibilities.

As was his penis. His panties were simply DRENCHED with hot, sticky juices and, wouldn't you know it, his mother was banging on his door telling Harold that dinner was ready.

Harold croaked out, "I'll be there in five minutes, Mom," in a throaty, sexy voice he never knew he had. Had Mom noticed?

It's almost poetry. Thanks to Gingerfred Man.

Gingerfred Man

Is anyone else familiar with the stories of Gingerfred Man?
I've spent years masturbating over some of them. The writing is really hot, and he manages to put a lot of sly humor and cultural references into his stories. I so enjoy mentally putting myself in the place of some of his heroines, especially in "Panty Sabbatical", "Hard Times", "Test Driven", "Slacker Moms", and "Stiff Competition." Yum.

Slave to My New Big Boobies

Imagine that you woke up one day after one of your crossdressing escapades, and you had breasts. Not just little booblets. Serious, full, stunningly gorgeous baubles.
First you might panic, of course. But then you might start to explore.

Soft. Jiggly. Bouncy sextoys. What would it feel like to cover them with baby oil. You can't resist. Rub them all around. Pinch your nipples with your still-manicured nails. Nestle them into the soft warm cups of a bra.

Looks like you won't be sleeping on your stomach anymore.



Would it make you want to stroke your cock?



And forget about getting dressed without wearing a bra. Or should I say an over the shoulder boulder holder. Otherwise, you might as well just wear a top that says "Ogle me. Grope me. Stare at my hard nipples."

Would you be bashful and shy about your 'girls', until you finally learned to just let go and flaunt them? Share your new wonders with the world. Push up bras and soft clingy low cut tops. What would it be like the first time you stepped outside?
Why, with those boobs, you'd be forced to dress fulltime, wouldn't you?

Would you eventually just go ahead and get that SRS? After all, contrary to popular belief, they don't really remove much of anything. They just... re-arrange it. All those sensitive nerve ending are still there, just like now, just aching to be touched. They'd just be inside out. Reshaped. So that a man can get inside and rub his cock against all of them at the same time. Mmmmm... Just imagine.



But what's that you say? You loved stroking your cock? Don't worry, you can still indulge in your favorite passtime. It'll just be a little different. There will still be plenty of other cocks for you to stroke from now on. All day and all night. Relax and enjoy.