My First Shopping
Experience As A Tranny......
A true life story submitted by Sharron
from London
As regards to being a Transvestite I don’t honestly know
how or where it began. The closest thing I can put it down
to was dressing up as a child in my Mum’s clothes with my
sisters but even then it felt natural so it must have been
with me before that. It’s the freedom to move and the feel
of the fabrics of women’s clothes that get to most people
but for me it’s more of being that other secret side of me
that I like. There’s nothing better than taking 2 weeks off
work and being able to live as a woman 24/7. Being able to
wax and do my hair and sleep in a nightie. Even being as
daring as going out for a walk at night dressed as a woman,
walking round places I daren’t go in daylight.
I’m not gay
either….not even bi…not even curious and that can be
difficult at times. Lets face it, not many women want to
have sex with a man wearing better lingerie than them, do
they?
It was finding this site that helped me realise the freedom
to dress how I wanted to dress and be with a woman at the
same time. It’s the open mindedness of swingers that gave me
the confidence to say who I was and what I did and would
anyone be happy to let me realise my dream. Oh my god…I had
hundreds of emails from women from all over the UK ranging
from the sympathetic to the outrageously filthy but all
offering to help me live out my fantasy of being a straight
transvestite having straight sex with a woman. The one I
chose was a gorgeous 40 something career woman called Tasmin,
who was upper middle class and had basically seen it, done
it and wrote the book on everything sexual. Her email was
fantastic and offered to take me shopping and buy underwear
with me then spend a weekend in a hotel doing my hair and
make up and dressing me then sleep with me. We met at Euston station and took a train to Manchester and
booked in at the Lowry Hotel then hit the shops! I bought
some fabulous mint green underwear from La Senza and some
risqué stuff from Affleck’s Palace. I was dying to try it
all on but Tasmin pressed on and wanted more from the day
out. She took me to get waxed, have a manicure and a
pedicure and my hair dyed. I was becoming pretty nervous as
I realised I was looking more and more feminine as the day
wore on but Manchester is quite a cosmopolitan place and no
one seemed to bat an eyelid.
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