Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat. He then slides his hands inside my dress. I was turned on immediately and my feminine senses go off the roof. We kiss each other passionately.

Well, her am I again! I am still not yet married, but am still looking aroun! I have had a few men interested, but none into marriage yet. Some day, I hope! I am a mature woman now, but I think I am still cute! I am learning how to please a man, and love to practice on him! One day there will be an ivory lace gown in my life, and I know I will be the happiest woman in the world! with, I hope, the happiest man on my arm! When the cleaning was over, aunt took the red hot brand from the pit. I closed my eyes tighter, and waited for the upcoming torture. My whole body shivered, and heart beat fast. She came closer, and placed the red hot brand near me. Even with my eyes closed, I sensed it by the heat.I then put on my wig, clipped on a pair of dangly earrings, and slipped into my Mary Jane heels, my legs looking hot as they maneuvered into the shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was exploding with feminine sensation throughout my body. I would so love to go out like this any time I wanted, day, night, to a mall, Wal-Mart, around town…but obviously, that’s not a reality. What? Did something happen? She asked me. I came to my senses, and there were nothing. She was just cleaning my bums. You can cry when it’s done; she said.

No aunt, I don’t want to wear it, please don’t make me, please; I cried, by keeping my hand over the burning cheek. Later I was watching tv, my dad came and sat beside me said “I don’t understand this, will you tell me about it?”Since childhood, I was always fascinated by women’s clothing. I used to secretly put on my step mother’s dress s and liked feeling pretty and girly. I tried to stop those urges but it only grew bigger. As I was helpless, the only option was to do as she says. Just like mom said; I thought. Thus, I obeyed her unquestionably, by removing my cami. Meanwhile, aunt already found the blue bra and was waiting for me. She asked me to take it, but I didn’t. For me it started in my early teens. I discovered masturbation (wow what a joy!) and womens legs became of particular fascination to me. God they looked so smooth and sexy, how I longed to touch them, to see if they felt as soft as I imagined. I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time. Real stories from real crossdressers who have overcome an obstacle in life to achieve crossdresser success. Read Lynn's story of courage and communication.