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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!

Call Bimbo Betty!

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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…

Call 1-877-469-3848 to let one of the Girlz help you!

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

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.

Do wear heavy make-up.
Don’t act sophisticated.

Do Dress slutty.
Don’t act intelligent.

Do practice being an airhead.
Don’t read too much.

Do smoke, since it looks sexy.
Don’t ever say no.

Do swallow.
Don’t spit.

Do wear your highest high heels.
Don’t ever dress conservative.

Rules for sluts to live by:

1. Always wear your make-up thick and over-done, so as to look cheap.

2. Never go out wearing anything lower than 4″ high heels, and preferably, wear something even higher.

3. Wear a bra that will show through your blouse. If the blouse is not low-cut, then unbutton it until the bra is showing.

4. Giggle and act dumb at all times as men love this type of behavior.

5. The word “No” does not exist in your vocabulary. Always, always say yes when a man wants something.

6. Practice sucking on your dildo daily so you can deep throat without gagging.

7. The smaller and larger rule: Smaller brains and bigger boobs.

8. Smoking and drinking- Smoking is sexy so do it. Drinking makes you loose your inhibitions, so do it.

9. Find a girlfriend and make out in front of your man. Men love girls that make out with other girls, so it is your job is to make this happen.

10. Always, always, always swallow.

The slap on my face was beyond painful. The sensation of being slapped over and over and over on my face felt like fire. All because I could not take proper instruction.

About two months ago I had my first experience as a tranny. I went to a bar dressed like a whore: tight mini skirt, leather like blouse that looked as if it could not keep my tits in any longer, 5″ red high heel pumps, and a red shoulder-length wig all gave me the look of a professional girl.

Men could not stop staring. Although I was nervous, I liked the attention I was getting. After a few of the usual “Hi honey, can I buy you a drink?” then came by a man that appeared different. His smile, made me feel at ease, forgetting for a moment that I was a silly cross dresser trying to fool a few men.

“Hi, my name is Bobby and I am visiting the country for the first time.” He sounded so genuine and kind that I wanted to know him better. “Hi Bobby, welcome the the U.S.!” I said with the most breathy and sexy voice I could find.

In what seemed like only a hour, we found ourselves talking for five full hours until it was so late, that we were the last ones in the bar. Bobby worked for the government of Algeria and he was here to do some business transaction. Whatever, I liked him and found myself staring into his eyes.

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if you need a ride home, lovely lady?” I was charmed off my high heels. He really thought that I was a lovely lady! I found myself saying yes before I knew it and soon we were off into the night.

We went to his hotel room and he poured us a drink. I sipped mine but found myself becoming dizzy. When I told him, he suggested that I just lay on the couch until I felt better.

The next think I knew, I was awakened by a splitting headache and the sound of a woman crying. I was no longer in his apartment, or even in the country for what I could tell. Bobby was gone and now I was in a small room with two other women and about six men.

One woman was being told to strip and when she hesitated, they slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. Te other woman was giving two men oral sex but it appeared she was fighting it as they were holding her in place tightly and demanding that she improve her “work”.

A man came over to me and smiled and said “Another dumb bimbo that has fallen for our Bobby! How amusing!”

I was drugged and then kidnapped for the sole purpose of becoming a sex slave! I had to get out of here! Then several men came over and told me to show them my “talents”. I started to beg for them to let me go, but then they started hold me down, strapping me to a post. Before long I could not move and they asked me again to show them what I could do. I started crying. Maybe I really was a woman! I knew I was trapped!

Then a large man came close and said “I know you are nothing but a bimbo, but you will show us your talents because you are now a cumslut!”, then he began slapping my face over, and over, and over.

The only escape from this terrible pain was to do exactly as he desired. I finally said “Okay! Okay! I will show you! Undo my arms, please.” Once my arms were untied, I went over to the large man and slowly unzipped his pants, exposing a massive cock! I knew that I had to obey.

I first started stroking it, then kissing the head. Then he grabbed my head and shoved the cock so far down my throat that I almost blacked out! I sucked best I could and found that he was pulling and pushing my head so violently, that I did not have to do much of anything, he was using me as a fuck doll.

Soon, he moaned and cum shot out! He missed my mouth and it went all over my face, eyes and lips. The other men laughed and applauded my efforts. “She will bring a high price tag, don’t you think?” Then I knew that to survive, I would have to become the best blow job bimbo on the planet.