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Look up at Me
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
in meeting him. All other questions were okay. He asked why I liked to dress and be a girl. I told him. He asked about why I decided to have large breasts when I dressed. I told him that nothing exuded femininity as a pair large breasts. He asked my desires since I had never seen a man’s thing. It was a total lie but my impulse when we chatted was to play the virgin. Again, it heightened his curiosity. After a few drinks he asked, “Amanda, you mentioned in your profile that you are curious if you can make a man aroused?” “Yes. I wonder about it. I have been hit on when I have been out. You know. Guys see me, they whistle, wave, honk their horns, ask me for a drink, so yea, I wondered when I am dressed... by how I look when dressed as a girl, can I make a man aroused.” “So you’ve never done anything?” “Nope," I said sadly, as I hid the lie. “Nothing?” “Nothing. I have never been hugged. The first kiss I received as a woman was when you did it.” “So, you’ve never even seen a guy’s dick when dressed.” “Nope.” “Listen hon. You want to act, behave, dress as a woman, I’m ok with that. I’ll tell you plain, if you like acting, dressing, behaving as a woman then you must know that I will treat you as such.” I looked up at him. “Thank you. It is very important to me that I am treated as such. The more girly I am treated when I am dressed en-femme then the more feminine I want to be. I guess it is weird, huh.” “I don’t think about it. I just know that you make a good girl,” he said and ... smiled at me. “Have you ever met or been out with a CD before?” “Yea, twice. Once it was by accident. I didn’t know but it was an experience. The second time I met someone and it was pretty good.” “So I am number three.” “Yep. Three is a charm, right.” I smiled. “Ever been here before?” “No. It is pretty.” “You can walk along the stream there,” he pointed. “Want to go for a walk?” “Yea, okay.” I smiled up at him. He took my hand as we walked down the steps from the deck to the banks of the stream. As we walked, we talked. Mostly he asked questions regarding my desire to dress and act as a woman. I explained the best way that I could. I told him that I only dressed when the urge hit me, and that when it does, I simply need to satisfy that urge. “Ever close.” “Ever close?” “Ever been close to seeing a guy’s dick when dressed?” I was shocked by his forthright question. “Mmm... I think a few times I could have, but was too nervous. I mean part of my curiosity is that I have been hit on while out dressed, but no... nothing. As I said I’ve never been hugged or kissed, let alone seeing ‘it’.” A few people passed us along the trail, heading back to the pub. Some were couples and others were groups of guys or women. The guys that passed stared at my large bosom as I jiggled pass them. “Well, those guys were staring at your chest.” “I know.” I smiled. “You like that.” “Yea. I have to admit, I do.” We came to an abrupt stop. He looked at me. “So, do you want to see one?” I knew what he ...