I'm a 22 year old CD girly boy. I love dressing in fem and letting my sexy side out! I love strong dominant men and I know just how to please them. Below are pictures etc. of TS and CD girls, real girls, and other things that I think are sexy. WARNING: Adult material 18+ only!! Feel free to submit or ask me any questions!
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It’s that moment where your life changes where your ‘innocent’ dressing up in private becomes a lifetime of emasculated faggotry.
It was all so harmless.
You’d been dressing up in secret since you were a kid.
It was just a curiosity that became a bit of fun.
You knew that eventually you’d find a girlfriend you’d get married have kids you’d live ‘normal’ life of a typical red-blooded male.
When you started university your uncle in the city offered you free room and board whilst you studied.
You’d built up your own cache of clothes, shoes and makeup.
Sometimes, late at night, after your uncle had gone yo bed, you would go out dressed as a preppie girl, walking around the neighbourhood. You loved the fresh air breathing against your stockinged legs the swish of your short skirt against you thighs the tight embrace of your bra the click of your heels on the pathway.
It was all so deliciously girlie, but totally ‘harmless’ - that is until that night you came home and he was waiting for you.
He didn’t seem the slightest bit shocked or surprised…as if he’d watched you come home before or found your cache of girlie clothes.
He motioned you to come and sit next to him on the sofa.
As you minced over in your high heels, your face was burning with shame.
You were trembling with trepidation.
Suddenly you found his large manly hand caressing your stockinged thigh working its way up to your genitals which were tucked in your satin panties.
You did nothing.
You felt frozen with embarrassment - almost catatonic.
You did not feel in any way attracted to men - especially much older, over-weight, hairy men, and especially when they happened to be you mother’s brother.
Yet somehow you felt more girly than ever.
You felt intensely submissive.
You felt weak.
You felt helpless.
You felt vulnerable.
His big hands groped every inch of your feminised body.
Then, as he guided you to your knees before him, you meekly submitted.
You felt nauseous at the sight if his large, throbbing manhood being waved before you.
It smelt revolting.
Yet, as he gently pulled your head, with both hands, towards you opened your mouth and allowed him to slip it between your painted lips.
It felt wrong.
It was humiliating.
Yet somehow, it seemed like the girlie thing to do.
You did not in, any case, feel, dressed as you were, capable of resisting.
Dressed in a skirt, on your stockinged knees, you hand a man’s throbbing shaft between your lips.
This was not meant to happen.
Suddenly you mouth was overflowing with his manly juices.
Although you were gagging, he told you to swallow, and you did.
It was awful, but somehow you felt aroused.
Despite the fact that you were nauseous and overcome with self-loathing, you knew this would not be the last time.
You knew that your life had changed forever.
You would never be a man.
You would never lead a normal life.
You were now not just an “innocent”, occasional crossdresser.
You were now a sissy a cocksucker a faggot.
No amount of rationalisation would ever be able to undo that.