Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 19:43:42 +1000 (EST)
From: Egbert Smithe <pac192@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: "Caroline Says" for the Transvestite section

My panties were off, my legs were spread back over my head and he was
pushing his tongue deep into my TV pussy. I could see his heavy thick cock
ready and big balls hanging.

At last I was going to be a real girl.

But this all began many years before mincing around when my parents were
out in "borrowed" clothes. As a teenager I lay in bed at night planning my
outfits -- I had a real thing about hotpants and still do.

I imagined dressing for the really hot boys at school, but I knew that if
they knew I was a TV fag they would most likely beat me up rather than have
sex with me. Of course it was the hot boys in the football team I yearned
for the most.

Occasionally I wore panties to school under my male clothes, which was
risky -- being found out would have meant years of ridicule.

When I was 14 the neighbours went away on holidays and desperate to have a
place to express my feminine self I broke into their house. The wife and
daughter's clothes were a treasure trove of feminine things, panties,
stockings, high heels, nightgowns, slips, skirts, bras and makeup.

I spent hours in front of the mirror prancing, strutting and mincing. The
look of my cock framed by stockings and garter belt drove me wild with
desire and of course turned my mind to finding some cock to play with.

One day while in their house their older son, who was in the navy
unexpectedly came into the house. Terrified I hid in a closet, heart
pounding and waited for him to go. To be found out seemed like a fate worse
than death.

He rattled around for awhile and then came into the room I was hiding in
and stood naked in front of the mirror holding his erect cock. I watched
him through the crack in the closet door as he slowly masturbated. As he
came, his beautiful round butt was quivering, and he spurted cum across the
mirror. Without touching myself, I came involuntarily at the same time,
filling my panties with cum.

From this time on I knew that I was a gay transvestite and wanted meet
sexy guys.

My teen years were spent in the tortured closet, until an older woman
called Rosemary who lived nearby and was like an aunt to me asked me about
my sexuality. I felt I could trust her and I told her all.

She was full of advice about what goes with what, and swung into action and
bought me a wardrobe. We would go shopping together, I would point out what
I wanted and she would buy it.

I spent many happy hours trying on outfits at her place and she always
encouraged me to be myself. It was her idea that my dressed name would be
Caroline -- a name I still use. But I knew that to be fulfilled I had to
leave town away from my parents and experience life and love and sex in the
way I yearned for.

And here I was living my own life with a really hunky guy with a smooth
muscular body and full of desire for little old me. And why not -- My ass
and legs looked hot in my tiny mini skirt and I looked sultry in my flaming
red wig. As soon as he saw me at the club he couldn't resist my TV charms.

I felt the tip of his cock begin to press into my TV pussy which opened
wide with anticipation, as my nipples ached and TV clitty throbbed
wildly. It was the culmination of a long journey of discovery and the
beginning of a whole new one.