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Last week I was feeling particularly feminine so I decided to dress up. Nothing wild, just my 40-dd boobs and bra, my tight girlie jeans, a tight knit t-shirt and my 5″ black “school marm” high heels. I decided to wear my brightest red lipstick. I have to say, although I intended to just walk around alone, I did look hot! I found myself prancing around in a mostly empty shopping center when a black man in a pickup truck drove by. When he saw me, he slowed down and shouted “Hey girlfriend!” I had several feelings rushing through me. I was frightened that this man yelled to me, but at the same time, I was so very aroused to know he was attracted to me. Was it my 5″ high heels? My large, busting-through-my-top tits? Maybe it was my feminine walk? In any event, in a rather panicked move, instead of walking directly to my car, I decided to walk away from him. Within about 5 minutes I realized that I was at an apartment complex and nearly a half-mile from my car!

I became frightened, thinking that other men might come up to me, so I decided to get back to my vehicle as quickly as possible. About halfway back, the large black man in the truck drove up next to me as I was walking! He was much more aggressive and domineering this time. “Listen bitch, I want you to suck my cock!” My face turned a bright red and I tried to walk faster,only my high heels would not allow me to get too far away. I turned the corner and found myself at a closed up strip center. I tried walking faster but found it impossible. As my boobs wiggled and wobbled, I did my best to elude the man.

I failed.

He got out of the car and started yelling something to me from about 40 feet away. I ignored him and walked as fast as possible, until I turned my high heel and fell! The next thing I knew, he was standing next to me. The man, was about 40 years old, muscular and about 240 pounds. He looked at me and again stated his desire “Bitch I told you, I want you to suck my cock!” I tried to say something…anything, but I was too frightened. Then he grabbed my arm and led me to an alley way.

He pushed me against the wall and said “I want my cock sucked now. If I have to tell you again, you wont like it very much!” I started crying and he grabbed my neck with one hand and bitch-slapped my face with the other. He continued to slap me over and over until I was weak. He then pushed me to the ground and started unzipping his pants. I tried to get up and he let out a grin and with a chuckle, said “Bitch, you ain’t goin no where!”

His strong left hand kept me in place as his right hand released his massive cock! I was petrified! I tried with all my power to escape but he forced his cock deep into my mouth and within minutes was gagging me with it.

I knew I had to please him or I would never get away, so I did what any girl would do: I took his cock and sucked it like the whore I knew I was. Before long he moaned and then came all over my face. He then pushed me away and said “Now bitch I want a photo of those big pouty cock sucking lips!” He made me smile and he took several photos of me and was gone.

When I finally returned to my car, although I was upset and still kind of in shock, I knew that his photos of my “big pouty cock sucking lips” would be all the rage with his friends, and I smiled.

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My addiction was getting worse. I had to dress like a slut and go out almost daily now dressed like a woman. What was I becoming? Yes, I loved to dress up and feel feminine, but now it was turning into much more. I woke imagining I was a busty bimbo. I daydreamed regularly that my tits were bigger and bigger. I found that in my free time at work, I was looking for sexier high heels and slutty wigs to order. I thought often about what it would be like to have to suck cock.

Still, it was all pretend until Saturday last month. I awoke in the usual manner and went out to do errands. When I was almost finished I got that “urge” to dress up. I kept all my things in my car. By tight tops, several sexy high heels, lipstick, wigs, skirts and everything that I needed.

I pulled into a very busy shopping center and put on my things in my car. Once I was fully dressed, I got up the courage to walk outside and see how far I could make myself go before turning back.

One row of cars, two, three. Now my heart was racing. Could I make myself go a few rows of cars further? Could I force myself to walk closer to the mall entrance? As my heart pounded, I told myself I just had to go twenty more steps. As I walked closer towards the mall entrance, more and more people were appearing! I could hear only the sound of my clicking five-inch black stilettos. I almost stopped and turned around except I looked down and saw how sexy my lovely boobs were, protruding from the tightest little blouse. It gave me courage to go still further!

I now found myself just one row of cars from the entrance! Only 20 feet from walking inside the busy mall! I am certain that people saw me standing there. Then, I decided that I could not go no further, so I turned around to walk back. Just as I turned around, standing there were five college-age guys! The only thing I could do was turn back towards the mall and…..walk in!

How terrifying! I was perspiring and my heart was beating rapidly. I felt as though I had stopped breathing. I walked up to the door and found myself inside the mall! With people everywhere, I decided I would hide by finding a section of the store filled with clothing. “There, I was safe!” I told myself while standing in the midst of racks of dresses. Suddenly, an older female clerk walked over to me and said “Can I help you ma am?” MAAM! Oh dear! She thought I was a woman! I quickly grabbed two or three dresses and walked to the dressing room to get away from her, planning on dropping them and heading out. Then, she appeared in front of me! “Would you like to try those on?” All I could do was nod. I found myself walking into the women’s dressing room with these dresses in my hand.

I didn’t know what to do so I just started trying them on. The last one fit and was so pretty. It was a red and white shimmery short dress which made my boobs look amazing! I decided I just had to buy it, so I took it to the counter and made my purchase. I felt so happy to have shopped as a woman and finding a dress I liked.

I would have to do this again soon!

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Among the most common questions in the crossdressing world is the how, why and when to select a femme name. This is a name that is taken on to represent your feminine side or persona and while some choose to call themselves by their male name no matter how they are dressed, many more choose to adopt a new nickname.

1. A play on your male name

Feminizing your male name is unofficially the most popular way the crossdressers and transgendered people in general select a femme name. It is also perhaps the easiest way.

For example : Justin/Justine, Frank/Francine, Brian/Brianna etc.

2. After a celebrity

If there is a particular celebrity with whom you identify (or just think is cool) you can take on their name. Of course, if it’s a unique name then everyone will know how you got that name.

For example: There aren’t many Madonna’s, Shakira’s or Oprah’s but lots of Jennifer’s (Aniston, Lopez, Hudson) and Kim’s (Cattrall, Kardashian, Lil’)

You don’t have to identify with the celebrity if you choose their name, you may just love how it sounds.

3. Go With Your Heart

The best way to choose a femme name is by going with what feels right for you. Maybe there’s a name that you’ve always carried in your heart or perhaps you are going through a baby book and one name just jumps out at you. You may not be able to verbalize it, but the feeling is just great when a name just falls into place and *bam*, there you are, ready to emerge as your female self.

Your femme name can be as whimsical or as serious as you desire, but the point is to go with your heart and don’t rush if you can’t settle on something right away. After all, this is going to represent you.

At the end of the day, you are the one that has to be happy with what you choose. As I said earlier, there are crossdressers who go by their guy name because that’s what feels fine for them. So, how did you choose your femme name? Was it completely random or did you really take the time to find one?

Maybe it’s time to fine the right name NOW…

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Under dressing usually entails wearing women’s panties or bra underneath your outfit for the day. Sometimes it can be taken even further with a full lingerie set, whatever you’re most comfortable with.

Men’s clothing is almost always loose-fitting on the body, even dress shirts are somewhat relaxed fitting, allowing transvestites to secretly don their favorite intimates.

I know what you’re asking: “But Tracy, how can I underdress” ? Well, lucky for you I’m such an expert in Crossdressing, I can give you step by step instructions on how to underdress.

Step 1 – Select Your Panties
Go into your underwear drawer and select a bra and pair of panties. Optional: Garter Belt, Nylons (pantyhose), and Corset.  Some of my CD/TS/TV’s like to start wearing matching sports bra and panties.

Step 2 – Put Them On

Now, you’ll want to be naked for this step. Proceed to clasp the bra and pull the straps onto your shoulders. Next, put on your panties. It’s just like putting on briefs or boxers, so this part should be a breeze. Optional: Finish up by attaching the rest of your lingerie set.

Step 3 – Put On Your Boring Man Clothes
This is usually people’s most despised step, but it must be done, to avoid indecent exposure. Slip into your pants and shirt, make sure nothing is peeking through, and leave the house. Proceed  and enjoy.

That’s it! You’re now well on your way to under dressing, have a great time!

Note: If you want to be extra daring, wear a push up bra that will give you two small bumps on your chest.

Also, you can wear light colored clothing that will show what you are wearing underneath.

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slut…

bitch…

bimbo…

whore…

These are names that men love calling me. These are names that my Mistress uses to address me.

I am a tool and toy, a toilet and a slave.

I do what I am told to do.

I have learned that my desires mean nothing and the desires of my men and my Mistress mean everything.

Once I wanted freedom. Now I want to please.

Once I needed women. Now I am a woman.

Once I enjoyed cumming. Now I enjoy men cuming in and on me.

xx Bimbo Betty

Class was done for the day. Betty got up and wobbled away in her 6″ spiked high heels. Taking months of bimbo class will hopefully pay off. “Betty, you have chewing gum in your hair!” Mandy said with a giggle. “Duh!” I knew that I lost that somewhere!” Betty said with a breathy voice.

The two girls were such airheads and the best in their class at becoming the next great bimbos. Mandy had killer tits and ass, and Betty had the biggest boobs around along with sexy full lips. “It is sooo hard being a slut!” Betty told her friend. “I mean, it’s like, really!” Betty said with the look only an airhead could muster.

The two went back to their apartment and stripped into their bras and panties. “Oh dear!” Mandy said with the look of shock. I forgot to give our teacher, Mr. James, his weekly blowjob! I am gonna flunk his class!” Betty smiled and said “Duh! I never forget. I gave Mr. Robinson a blowjob Monday then he made me give one to the janitor on Wednesday.” “You will probably get an A” Mandy said in disgust.

The girls were two of the smartest young ladies their freshman year of college when they ran into Dave, a cute guy at the local bar. Dave sat with the girls for hours drinking and talking and when he told them that they didn’t have what most men are looking for, the girls were devastated. Betty said “But I am pretty and I have big tits and…” It doesn’t matter, you are both way too smart for a real man to take interest in you.”

Mandy asked the question “Well, what can we do Dave?” Dave told them that there was an exclusive class for girls like them where, if they worked really hard, they could become the perfect women. “That’s for me!” giggled Betty. “Me too, said an anxious Mandy, and within two weeks had started their education.

The girls joined an exclusive class of young women that were striving to become perfect bimbos. “Bimbo training is difficult and not for everyone” said the headmaster, Dr. Thomas. She was a busty, long legged hot looking blonde professor and knew what she was talking about. “For those of you that successfully pass this course, you will be airheads, sexy, slutty and desired by all men, wherever you may go.”

Both Mandy and Betty could not wait. Their first homework assignment was to go back to their apartment, dress as slutty as possible, go to a bar and make out with each other in front of several men. “Teacher said to wear extra thick lipstick. I wonder why?” Mandy said with a frown. “Duh! It is because it will look so slutty when we kiss. Smeared lipstick on both of us!”

Their next assignment was more difficult. They had to stand outside late at night, dressed like whores and their job was to get a minimum of three men to ask for a blowjob within two hours. Mandy was successful, but Betty could only get two men to shoot their cum into her silly little mouth. She had 15 minutes left to complete her assignment or she would get an F.

When it looked like she would fail, she saw a man walking slowly towards her. This is my last chance to pass my assignment. I just have to service this man! As he got closer, her face turned white in horror. It was her uncle! Now what?! She could be noticed or worse, she could fail her assignment and receive an F.

As he walked up he did not notice that Betty was his niece. “Hey baby, how about servicing this big, thick cock?” Betty did not look up. She unzipped her uncle’s pants an started sucking. How embarrassing! What if he found out and told her family? This was horrible! In no time at all, her uncle moaned and then grabbed the back of her head and filled her with his cum.

Betty did not know what to do. She swallowed like she was taught and as soon as her uncle walked away she ran home.

Another A for bimbo Betty!

Monday, December 15, 2009

The family had the annual garage sale all set to go. Tables of clothing, boxes of used toys, books and accessories lined the garage. It was Saturday and as an eight-year-old, I was always the curious type. I went into the garage scouring through the items when I came upon a table of woman’s clothing.

Bras, blouses, nylons, shoes and everything imaginable filled the table. At first I just looked at the clothing and moved on. Then as I walked passed a white, Playtex bra, I took another look.

The bra was plain and simple but I found myself  in-explainablely interested in it. As I took it into my hands, the unique smell of the rubber and fabric aroused me. For the first time I had the urge to feel naughty and I held the bra up to my chest, imagining myself having tits and looking so very silly.

The entire rest of the day I found myself thinking about how naughty it would feel to strap on the bra and feel like a woman! I woke up very early the next morning and immediatly went out to the garage. As I walked in, I immediatly began searching for the bra. There, amongst the many articles of clothing was that feminine, erotic bra!

I immediatly took off my shirt and struggled for what seemed to be forever to hook the bra together so I could wear it. Finally the bra was on! It felt so feminine. I found myself aroused and my heart pounded inside my chest.

But it wasn’t enough. I looked around and found a few blouses and picked them up and quickly stuffed them inside the large cups to fill them out. Now I really felt feminine! As I pranced around the garage, hoping no one would walk in, I noticed an orange, stretchy women’s sweater. It had silver sparkles weaved into the fabric and I remember my sister wearing it last summer.

I pulled the sweater on, over my new, large boobs and now, for the first time, I really looked like a girl! I could not believe what I did next. I walked over to the door and slowly unlocked it. I am not sure why but I just had to go outside and walk around in my fully filled bra and women’s tight sweater! I went out and was amazed to realize that I was not even concerned someone would see me. I almost wanted to find myself walking around the corner to see someone that I knew!

That Sunday morning felt like heaven! I was a woman for the first time and something inside came alive for the first time.

My domineering wife again screamed at me for not making the bed. Why did this relationship become such a struggle? Over the years she became more and more dominant, and I, more submissive. Was this my nature? Did I enjoy being told what to do?

About a month later, in one of her more dominant moods, she threatened me. “If you don’t start behaving as I wish, we will march you right down to the tattoo parlor and get you a cute little tattoo.”

I was curious as to what she was thinking. “What sort of tattoo will you give me?” I said in a surprisingly obedient manner.”Hmmm, maybe one that simply says ‘Silly bimbo’ or ‘airhead’, or maybe we will get you a nice little ‘sissy’ placed somewhere that everyone can see!”

My face went red with embarrassment. I could never allow this to happen! I would have to obey her every command.

Several days later, she walked up and handed me a clear plastic cock cage. “Put this on now! You need a little control.” I was angry and had no intention of doing such a thing. “Screw you! I am not wearing that thing for one minute!” I said with my most masculine voice.

She walked over to me, slapped my face and said “Bitch! I own you. I own your ass, your cock and your soul, now put it on before I really get upset!”

The next thing I knew, I was encased in this silly device! It allowed me to use the bathroom, but I now had to sit in order to go, just like a woman. The device was locked with a strong padlock and the key was hidden away somewhere.

As each day passed, I found myself unable to get aroused and the experience begun making me more and more obedient, more attentive to her needs. I felt myself thinking of ways to please her more, to make her happy with me.

After about 2 months of this new lifestyle of chastity, I felt that I finally was put into a position she would be happy with, but I was wrong. “Oh honey, I have something for you.” she called out from the bedroom. She asked me to come in and when I did, I found a frilly pinafore, bra, panties high heels and wig lying on the bed!

“This is what you will be wearing at home from now on. I have decided to make a substantial investment in your progress as a woman.”

“WHAT!?” No! I wont! I….” She placed her finger over my mouth and said “Hush now little lady and put on your things.” I was so angry, yet I found the idea erotic and a warm sensation shot though my body.

I put everything on and she entered the room with a big smile. “Very lovely!” she said and then, in the most shocking moment I can remember, in walked her new boyfriend to see me standing there as her new maid!

My life would never be the same. I really had become a woman. And it felt wonderful.

airhead- what every woman desires to become.
ball gag- this device improves a woman’s smile, so wear it often!
bimbo- a very popular girl.
blow job- what you should crave daily.
cum slut- a position of privilege.
dildo- a girl’s favorite lollipop.
gang bang- a special party for special girls.
slut- this is really good and if you are called this, feel proud!
toilet slut- a specialized woman trained to be very pleasing.