Date: Mon, 19 May 2014 07:41:55 -0400
From: Jon Miller <lawman19811@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being The Woman I Was Supposed To Be  (TG)

		   BEING THE WOMAN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

All my life I have been crossdressing as a woman and loving it. I feel more
comfortable when wearing a bra, pantyhose, panties, heels, skirts, blouses,
and dresses then I ever did when dressed as a man. Actually I hate being a
man. I envy any and all females for the multiple choices they have when
they get dressed in the morning or when they are getting ready to go out at
night. Men's clothing is not only boring but "drab" as the styles, fabrics
and colors don't really change like in female clothing. My roommate knows
that I dress as a woman and prefers me to become that woman that lives
inside me. Whenever I am dressed as a woman which by the way is becoming
more frequent, he flirts with me, hugs me and gives me attention that only
a woman would appreciate, and I appreciate it!!!!!!!  The first time he saw
me fully dressed was purely by accident. He was supposed to be going out of
town on business but as he was on his way to the airport the business
arrangements were cancelled so he just turned around and came home. I had
just come out of my room fully dressed when he walked in the door and
literally dropped his bags when he saw me. At first he thought I was his
roommates' girlfriend but as soon as he saw my apprehension and fear he
immediately knew who I really was. He then said that we should talk and
have a drink (which I really needed at that point). Steve got us both our
drinks and we sat down and he just was looking me over and couldn't get
over the fact that I looked very sexy. My hair was shoulder length and had
a deep chestnut color to it. I had on my make-up (what girl wouldn't put
make-up on), my blouse was charcoal grey with long sleeves with a black
pencil skirt and my 3 inch sling-back heels. Underneath all this I had on
my black lacy 42C bra (with forms), black lacy panties and off black
pantyhose. I had crossed my legs in a very feminine manner and Steve
couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. At this point I was starting to become
aroused but didn't want to spoil the illusion so I asked him if my
appearance bothered (what a question), he said it did but not in the usual
sense. We then started to talk, the more we talked the more drinks we
had. Steve sat closer to me after the third drink and then he put his arm
around me. We looked into each other's eyes, leaned into each other and we
kissed (talk about a sensual moment). The kissing became intense and then
the touching became something of importance. My right hand was on Steve's
thigh and his left hand was on my left leg moving higher up my skirt. Steve
started rubbing me through my panties and pantyhose and I was rubbing his
cock through his pants. I broke the "assault" by sliding off the couch and
kneeling in front of him on my knees and unbuckling his belt and sliding
the zipper down so I could get his cock into my mouth. At this point I
didn't know what size he was and I really didn't care, all I wanted at this
point was to have his cock in my mouth. When his cock finally appeared I
engulfed it like a woman possessed. I took his entire length, 7 inches into
my hot, wet mouth and down my throat. I started to suck on this cock and
let it slip from my throat but only until the head was almost out of my
mouth. I held it there and started to bob my head up and down. Steve was
moaning at this point so I re-doubled my efforts and before I knew it he
blasted a huge load of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Oh how I
loved that!!!!!! Girls, you know what I'm talking about, right????? I got
up and smiled at Steve who smiled back and told me that was the best blow
job he ever had. I then said to him that if he thought that was good then
he has to try my "pussy". I looked at him and realized that he was wearing
beige panties which made me even more excited than before. I asked him
about it and he said that he liked wearing them because it kept him alert
all day. We then went into his room and the love making ritual started all
over again, but this time he started to undress me which I just loved. He
asked me to leave my bra, pantyhose and heels on because I looked more like
woman then a lot of women he knew. Oh how I loved hearing that. I did and
he ripped a hole into my pantyhose so he could lick my "clit" which he did
expertly and then he fucked me, first I was on all fours and then I was on
my back with my legs over his shoulders and his cock buried deep in my
ass. After that night Steve told me that I should become a woman, his woman
and live 24/7. Who am I to argue!!!!!  We now live as husband and wife and
I keep him drained all the time. Steve has also started to cross dress and
I love it when he wears his bra, garter belt, stockings, panties and
heels. We look like two lesbians and to some extent, we are.

Steve wants me to keep my "thingy" so he can suck on me but he also wants
me to get breast implants which I am going to do. I have decided to get
full C cups implants, for me that seems to be my perfect size. I have
finally become the woman who lives inside me and is now out.