1. How Easy It Is.


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I have gone through a few phases of crossdressing. The first phase was my private phase in that I did it at home, alone; to satisfy my feminine urge. The next phase was could I go out in public and pass. When that phase was accomplished, I needed to know if I could not only pass as a woman, but more importantly could I make a man aroused. These phases were not just a need but also a evolution in my dressing as a woman. By that I mean, I had to become much more girly and feminine to accomplish my resolve to be feminine. From the adventures that I have confessed to, I have done that. I shared them here because I could not tell anyone. It is so difficult to having accomplished, succeeded at doing what you said to yourself that you wanted to do, experience, and or accomplish and not be able to confess it. Personally, my most personal memory was about five or six years ago. It was not long after I totally embraced my need to be feminine and take it to the level of wig, make-up, facial contouring to make my face look more girly . . . all of what it takes to make your face, body and mannerism into being feiminine and girly. I was thirty one. With make-up I looked about twenty one/twenty three. It was at this time that all the effort to become womanly and girly came all naturally together in that I felt, and knew that I could pass as a cute blonde feminine girly girl. . . or so I had hoped or believed. I had woken and did my usual ritual to feminize my face. I shaved so very close ...
    two times. I then bathed my face in a mud mask to tighten my pores. As I waited for the mud mask to dry, I cinched and padded my body into a curvy, busty woman. It was a warm spring day, so I put on my white bikini panties and matching bra. I then wiggled myself into a nice blue skirt the lay above my knees. I then slipped over my head a peach flowery shirt that slight revealed my stomach, falling just below my naval. I put on a pair of black boots, and decided to go out in public. It was near noon so I sipped on a blackberry Sangria to relax and put my mind and feminized body in rhythm. As I sipped on the sangria, I went outside and walked outside in my yard. I received a few stares, a honking horn, a whistle and a wolf call from a few guys that drove by me as I strutted. I needed to buy some spray paint for an antique wooden rocker that I wanted to put on my porch. I drove to Lowes. I parked a bit away from the front of the store on purpose, so that I could sashay my way to the entrance. As I walked to the store from my car, a few burly guys getting in their truck watched me. I saw them get in their truck, pause and watch as I tossed my hair back as my big breast jiggled provocatively under my bra encased top. When I finally got into the store and browsed, I had about six male workers asked me if I needed help. It was a great boost to my ego and my girly side. I loved it. It sent me to a level of femininity that I so wanted to embrace. Having received all that male attention ...
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