dressing up stories and histories

Friday Night and Julie was taking me to the Club to put her plan into action. We had spent the last couple of days going over her plan in detail she even talked to me about what to do in different situations to keep me safe but overall her idea was great, and had planned on Bambi being there working...

You look so pretty.
Such a simple phrase, yet it almost seemed like mind control when it was used on me. My dear friend Shawna had found out years ago, wanting to play more with my feminine side, that using those four words absolutely melted me into agreement. I tried to fight it, to protest, to sum...

The summer after I graduated from high school was a hot one. You would think that first summer after escaping from school would be carefree and fun for me. But it wasn't great because I was underemployed and worried about my future. I couldn't afford to go to university. My parents split up a few ye...

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Standing at the alter, waiting on my beautiful bride. looking as she starts down the isle and towards her future husb...

It is every crossdresser's dream to find a girlfriend who is really into helping him and sharing with him the joy of being a girl. I was lucky enough to find just such a girl. We had only been dating for about a month when we decided to live together. And it was only about another month before I ope...

Sweet Dreams are Made of These Ch 06
"That was your soccer buddy, Jerry." Jennifer informed me as she hung up the phone. "He heard from Ted about Jacqueline and wants to hire her to work at his poker night."
I stood there stunned as my girlfriend had decided to hire me out as a sexy, slut maid to my...

Steph woke to the sound of a phone alarm and a tongue so foul it felt furred. The apartment had an aftertaste, a chemical sour of latex and disinfectant and, if she was honest, something more feral beneath. She blinked up at the ceiling and let the pounding in her skull tick through the night's even...

I was looking out the front window when Crystal pulled into the driveway. I walked out onto the porch before she could get out of the car.
"Wow," she said as I walked to the passenger side. "I guess you're ready to see this place."
"Don't see any reason to put it off," I said as I got into the car. ...

The morning after the public live stream and the mother goose challenge began with two things: a parched tongue, and the memory of having laid a full clutch of eggs on a public park bench. Both were impossible to ignore, and neither was helped by the kitchen's ruined state--the stink of latex, the f...

I published this story and took it back, but I'm republishing again. If you enjoy it please do let me know so I feel confident enough to do the same with the following parts.
This is a fictional story that I have combined with some of my own personal experiences. Everyone is over 20.
A rainy day in ...

The next morning, the world was still spinning. The eggs were gone, but the chat--Jamal's favorite word now, "the chat"--was alive, carnivorous, hungry for more.
Annie didn't sleep, not really; she drifted on a tide of shame and adrenaline, alternating between hours of staring at the ceiling and hou...

Alex and Casey had done things in the bedroom, that others would say are taboo, before. But tonight, Casey was going to make sure things were different. Casey has been trying to build up the courage to fully take control for the past couple years. She knows her husband has Femdom fantasy and he has ...

"Now you'll want to pair some very sheer, nude pantyhose with that little black dress and these black suede pumps, Stephanie sweetheart." Van dispensed fashion advice while applying her makeup in front of her vanity desk mirror.
"But my legs haven't gotten enough sun yet. Won't that clash with the b...

The morning after, Steph woke in a tangle of sheets, skin sticky and over-sensitive, mouth still haunted by the memory of salt. Her first thought was to roll over and find Annie, maybe pull her close, feel the tremor in her chest and apologize for whatever was left to be sorry for. But Annie wasn't ...

My name is Gemmahh, well, it was Richard not too long ago. I was quite slender, not very muscular except for my long legs. I had swum all through school and college, so my legs were well-toned, my wife would even joke that I had better pins than she did. Yes, my wife, I was a happily married 20-some...

Steph doesn't sleep that night. She tries, but the footage keeps looping in her head: the way Jamal held Annie's chin, the way Derek filmed everything, the sound of her own voice in the background--so clinical, so certain, like a scientist vivisecting a pet. In the moment, it had been easy to narrat...

Confessions of a Sissy Crossdresser


Prologue: When I was young, I'd place ads in Craigslist looking for men who liked sissy crossdressers. I lived out my wildest fantasies a hundred times over. This is the story of some of those nights.

Eros Adult Video was a few miles from downtown in a warehous...

He wakes up with his mouth dry and a chemical taste on the back of his tongue, the way hangovers always start: not with a bang but with a slow, spreading poison.
The last thing he remembers is Steph straddling him, her voice low and sticky in his ear, and Derek laughing from the other side of the ro...

It took about one hour for Derek to reply. It took Steph four minutes more to escalate the entire game.
Andrew was naked, freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his waist and the marks from last night's restraints still faintly banded on his wrists. He was contemplating, with the grim focus o...

"Can I help you, Miss?"
"It's mister, Mister!" Some detective! "I'm here to talk to Lt. Johnson. I just graduated from my High School Police Auxiliary and I want to work undercover--to clean up our streets."
"Oh, you do, do you? What's your name--uh, Mister?"
"Babicock. Bunni Babicock."
"Oh. OH! Oh,...

Andrew doesn't remember the walk from the mall to the parking lot. He does remember the way Steph's fingers kept tightening around his elbow every time someone glanced at them, and the way her eyes flicked to her phone, then to him, as if she were already scripting the next scene.
Now he's in the pa...

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I've spent most of my life hiding a secret fetish--or should...

All characters are over 18
I let in a sharp inhale as I felt the blunt tip of the dildo enter me. I closed my eyes as I slid down the rubber shaft and imagined myself riding someone, anyone. I picked up speed and rocked my hips, my erection hardening, I began to stroke myself, spearing my ass down o...

Three weeks is a long time to live as a punchline. Andrew had not expected to survive it.
He had learned quickly that Steph's threats were always instructional, never idle.
The morning after the cage-and-plug incident, he'd tried to imagine a scenario in which she lost interest or forgot about him--...

It begins the same as every humiliation: with the sick fizz of anticipation, then the bleak certainty of having no out. For Andrew, the morning after Steph's "proposal" is a time for bargaining--coffee first, then a plaintive, half-joking, "You were serious about the mall?" over the top of his mug, ...

Meeting The Family
Hello! My name is Dylan. I'm 21 years old, and I live in a small town in southern Ontario with my Mom and Dad. Growing up as an only child, I was always close with my parents, specifically my Mom. I didn't have many friends, and I was always excluded at school. I never had the opp...

Chapter 44
Luckily for him lunch ended up being the worst part of his day as not a lot happened for the remainder of it. Still he spent a lot of his afternoon classes just trying to get over what had happened at lunch, constantly going over it in his head. Spending lunch with the girls and their que...

Sweet Dreams are Made of These Ch 05
"But Jennifer..." I started to protest going out alone which wouldn't have been so bad if my clothes weren't so revealing.
My girlfriend had set me up to be dressed as a slut maid and clean our house. Meanwhile, she had told my soccer teammate Ted that it would b...

All characters are above 18. Warning some use of derogatory words.
"Robin! Son, where's my 12 pack?" My dad asked when he woke up the next morning. He's been having alcoholic tendencies along with sex withdrawals like the rest of us. I was in the sissy hypno choke hold. I remembered the passionate o...

"Die With A Smile" played on repeat through my stereo as I swayed in front of my living room window, a glass of wine in my hand and tears streaming down my face. Tonight was the night and I had dressed for the occasion even though no one would be there to see it. Tonight, I had opted to wear an emer...