I’m a lucky man. Indeed my girlfriend understands my need for kinky stimulus. She knows I am a pantie fetish person. She also knows that I dream about some serious strange shit. This story is partly based on where a real life panty fetish can get you.

Lauren gets quite turned on when I tell her my dirty little secrets, especially my pantie fetish and panty sniffing ones because they are so easy for her do to and they keep me so horny and complicit.

I am such a panty slut that I would do anything for a pair of Laurens panties and I usually do end up doing just about anything to feed my pantie fetish. When she takes them off at night, especially if she has had a busy day, they are just heavenly when soaked in her juices and kept warm all day.

We bumbled along quite nicely, me in effect being her pantie slave (as well as house slave, in as much as cleaning and tidying). Smelly dirty panties for sniffing where my reward!

One evening we got to playing truth or dare and the question asked was “What little pantie fetish secret have you not told me about? This was going to be interesting. There were really deep darker thoughts of my panty fetish.

Lauren worked with this slutty but sexy BBW named Amanda. Amanda was larger than life and I had just built up this obsession with being able to pantie sniff Amandas used panties. I imagined they would be so hot wet and just so totally slimy that one sniff would send me pantie sniffing heaven.
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Recently, my Panty Mistress had not been well, having been laid low by flu. She appreciated all the help and care I gave her and she, as My Panty Mistress would make me a very happy panty slave when she was on form again.

For this greedy panty slave, this happened last week and I have a great tale to recount to you a pretty hardcore Panty Mistress in charge story.

Now my Panty Mistress knows that I have my favourite knickers. The slinky black ones that are just so cute and shiny and black.

I noticed that she had been wearing them for a couple of days so I guessed something was going on. She kept teasing her poor panty slave by sitting with her legs open, but who am iI to tell my Panty Mistress to stop teasing her poor panty slave!

That Saturday evening came around and my Panty Mistress tapped her thigh and said “come here big boy, neal in front of me” I quickly got on my knees with waist between her thighs. I could feel the heat from her hot, wet and damp knickers. Just so ready for panty sniffing.

She pulled off my top and started carressing my nipples. She knew this made me putty in her hands. She began to pinch my poor nipples and I was beconming exceptionally excited. She asked me “Do you like panty sniffing my knickers?” I was embarrased but turned on. It was all part of the game. She knew I was a complete and utter panty sniffing pervert.

I nodded and said “Panty Mistress, I love panty sniffing but only panty sniffing your knickers!” She smiled a little knowing grin and then pushed me back and stood up, my nipples aching from the sweet mistreatment.

She then said “You panty pervert, follow your panty Mistress upstairs for your punishment” I knew again, it was all part of the game.
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Last night was Michael’s lucky night,or so he thought! We had arranged a night of fun indulging him in his fantasy to be caught,feminized,and punished for stealing my panties.I just hope he enjoyed it as much as we did!

My neighbors Susan and Bonnie were over as well as two students from Susan’s beauty school.One was Cindy,the beautiful girl/boy that now works at the school and the other was Lisa,a tall,athletic makeup artist who is also studying martial arts.Lisa was to be my muscle and surprise Michael as he attempted the staged robbery.I left two packages from Victoria’s Secret on my front porch that he couldn’t miss.

We were in the middle of listening to one of Bonnie’s famous dirty jokes over drinks when Susan thought she heard something.I almost forgot what we were going to do I was having so much fun with my friends.I turned down the music and we heard a dog barking off and on from three houses down.Lisa jumped up and told everyone to be quiet.She had turned into a ninja at some point after her third drink.

We sat there trying not to giggle at her seriousness and she went to the side door that leads to my porch.Michael was going through the bags probably waiting for someone to come walking out calmly and approach him.Lisa saw him under the dim porch light and charged him slamming him into the wall.She had gone from ninja to fullback in 3 seconds.Then she started screaming like a crazy person for us to come out.

“What’s the hell is going on out here?”, I said.
“I don’t know why this guy is out here on a night like this but I want to find out.Get up you piece of shit!”,and once Michael stood up Lisa grabbed him and literally threw him inside onto the floor of my living room.
It took him a second or two to realize that we were taking this very seriously.The five of us stood there watching him,waiting for him to say something.
“This is my neighbor Michael from down the block,fancy meeting you here Michael.What are you doing?”
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My girlfriend Ashley has always been a little jealous of the time I spend feminizing men.Even though she knows there’s never any sex involved she resents the attention I give them and places I take them to.I’ve asked her to join me many times but she hasn’t been interested and doesn’t like the idea that they are getting off on this and she feels like its cheating.

I finally had enough of these petty arguments and told her to come with me the next time and see exactly what it was all about.I had made plans with Gene for a shopping trip at a local mall and Ashley agreed to join us.

Gene is a thin,young man with long blonde hair and this was to be his first time dressing up and going out in public.I met Gene in the lingerie department of a new boutique and watched him explain to the salesgirls that he was looking for a present for his girlfriend.He was doing very well too.The girl was asking about his friends size and body type and amazingly they were almost the exact same size as his!They were looking at some really cute babydolls and I decided to walk over and give my opinion.

“That black one was is really pretty,do you think she’d like that?”
He was a little surprised but kept calm.
“Yes I do,she has some other ones just like it and I know she likes this style.”
“Do you buy her lingerie often,that’s so considerate,What’s her name?”
He apparently wasn’t as well prepared as he thought and looked confused.He started to blush and seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
I gave the girl a smile and we both knew.
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Back in October I introduced my friend Susan to boys that wanted to be girls for her beauty school.They would come in for help with their hair and makeup and her students could practice on them.Everyone had a ball and it worked out very well. Soon the girls realized that this was a dream come true for the boys and became more demanding of them.

Keeping the place clean was just one of their many new tasks.They had to speak in a feminine voice when they were there and address each girl as Miss.They were also given magazines to study and were only allowed to talk about girl stuff such as boys and fashion.

On of the boys,now known as Cindy,was very feminine right from the beginning.She has smooth clear skin and long shaved legs.Cindy soon became the girls favorite and they helped her pick out new outfits,sometimes taking her shopping on weekends. When Susan told me that she needed someone to help out full time I talked her into asking Cindy.I knew she wasn’t working and would jump at the chance.

When Susan finally asked her that Friday Cindy broke into tears and happily accepted.She would come in each day singing softly,proudly showing off her new clothes.She looked really good too with her long blond hair and her perfectly made up face.The people that occasionally came in for a discount haircut or manicure never knew that Cindy was a guy.They would never guess that under her skirt was enough to make any man jealous.

Pretty soon Cindy was answering the phones,managing the books,and even designing a website for the school. The girls were very happy with their new friend and helped her out in any way that they could.Soon the question came up as to whether she was going to go on to become a real woman.And if they could fix her up with their friends.
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I recently got a DVR and could not figure out how to hook it up to the Internet. I bought and returned 2 wireless adapters and was really frustrated. Fortunately my neighbor Susan’s told me her brother was in town for a visit and promised to send him over to help. He’s a computer programmer in Manhattan. I had heard all about him and couldn’t wait to finally meet him. Last night I got my chance.

A well built,good looking young man arrived at my door and introduced himself.

“Hi,I’m Robert.You must be Teresa.”

“Hi Robert,I’ve been expecting you!Please come in and save me from throwing my shoe through my TV!”

“I promise you it will be a piece of cake.”

“I’m usually so good with these things,I even have a website I designed myself.I’ll show you later if you’re interested.”

“Sure,that sounds great.What kind of website is it?”

“Oh we can get to that later,I want to see what I’ve been doing wrong.Can I get you a glass of wine or something?”

“Yes,thank you.I’ll have this done in no time.”

“That would be fantastic,its here in the living room.Let me get you that drink.”

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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part five
by Caramel Black

I pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then I sat down on the bed with my high-heeled feet spread widely apart on the floor, my cock throbbing in an erotic dance between my open thighs. Devin sank to her knees and slipped between my legs to take me inside her mouth, gently licking just below the head of my staff, the most sensitive area. Then she went about giving me a full-fledged blow job. I savored every delicious detail of her going down on me; the softness of her hair on my thighs, the way she stared up at me, her soft hands gently caressing my smooth-shaven balls, the contrast of our skin tones.

“Am I doing this right? ” she asked between her downward sweeping oral caresses.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I whimpered, lying back on the bed. “Can’t you tell?”

Every now and then, she’d pause to stare at my swollen cock, firmly stroking the shaft, her eyes glazed as my prick filled her field of vision. The peaches and cream complexion of her pretty face made my cock seem to appear darker than ever. She began licking me everywhere, from the base of my scrotum, across my ball-sack, and even at the aperture of my anal opening. She worked her tongue up along the underside of my shaft and teased my cock head with feather-like flicks and hot breath, then began sucking me in earnest, her head moving rapidly up and down, her talented mouth sending me racing toward orgasm.

Her lips reached further down my shaft as she worked one of her long, slender fingers inside my ass, sending me completely over the edge. At the moment of my climax, she pumped my shaft in her fist furiously, aiming the head directly at her face. Then began the maddening rapture of orgasmic contractions; great torrents of hot white seed racing from the tip of my spasming cock.
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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part four
by Caramel Black

I slowly entered the study with my hips swaying ever so gently, awaiting Devin’s reaction.

“Oh my God, I almost didn’t recognize you , “he exclaimed. “Damn, you look hot.”

I let out a long sigh of relief. He asked me to turn around and I pirouetted with as much grace as I could muster.

“I always knew you’d look beautiful this way, but I didn’t expect you to…”
“…You’ve thought about seeing me dressed like this?”
“Yeah, but, wow. Even your voice sounds different now. How do you do that?”
“This is my natural voice really. I’d speak this way all the time if I didn’t have to act so boyish at school.”

Devin rose from behind the desk and came within a few feet from me.

“I know I’m gawking at you, but I just can’t get over the way you look. Do you know there’s not a soul in the world who wouldn’t think you weren’t a real girl looking like this?”
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Shopping for Panties, Pt. 06
By Miss Amanda

Your eyes wander from side to side, and you try to keep your distance from the other customers in the shop. Young, petite women come in, obviously looking for something hot and sexy to wear for their current lovers. Some are obviously married, while others just look like naughty sex kittens. The kind of girls who love to dress up and prepare for sex…to make an event out of the experience.

You should understand what it feels like to be them. You do exactly that when you prepare yourself to play with me. Even now, your legs are shaved from the last play party you served at, and when I lean in to whisper something into your ear, I can smell the faint sweetness of my wetness on your nose and mouth. And when I have you go all out, as I surely will tonight, you put on your wig and your lingerie and all your makeup in preparation for serving beautiful me. It’s a lot of work, but your sissy clit just leaks through it all. You love being close to young and sexy me. That’s why we’re here, shopping for your new panties. Read more…

Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part three
by Caramel Black

One day, while walking home from school, we tossed around the idea of catching a movie or going to the mall to hang out and people watch so we exchanged phone numbers. So there I was at home one night itching to call him. I picked up the phone, dialed his number, but then stopped and hung up. I repeated this process three times before I finally allowed my call to go through. When he picked up, I didn’t really know what to say and asked him if I’d caught him at a bad time, half-hoping he’d tell me that I did.

“No, I was just doing some homework”, he replied.

“On a Saturday night” Devin? “Instead of hanging out with some hot girls?”

“Well, yeah. See, I had three dates lined up consecutively for

tonight, but they all fell through.”

“That’s not funny. You could actually do that if you wanted too,

if you put yourself out there.”

“Yeah, you too, kiddo. So what’s your excuse for being at home tonight?”

“My dates fell through, too.”
“Well, in that case, we might as well be doing our homework together.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when he asked so I invited him over.
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Shopping for Panties, Pt. 05
By Miss Amanda

Well, we finally have all your sizes figured out, so now it’s time to go shopping for some underthings. Of course, Susie, the blonde sales clerk, really wants to help. I think she works off commission or something like that.

“So, umm, where should we start? Just how much are you planning to buy today?”

I nibble on my lower lip, looking you up and down. Your eyes are excited and your face is elated. This is everything you’ve been looking forward to! You’re so going to get some new panties, and lots of them.

“I think we’ll be buying a few dozen pairs,” I tell Susie. “Our friend is kind of messy, and she goes through panties constantly.”

You giggle too, because you know exactly what I mean. When I make you wear panties, it’s only a matter of minutes before you start to drip against the soft, sleek material. That dripping turns into a little wet spot, and then a bigger one, and well…let’s just say that you usually end up fingering your big clit by then. So yup, you’ll need plenty of panties! Read more…

Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part two
by Caramel Black

My best friend, Devin Witherspoon was not only my best friend during my senior year of high school, but my only friend. He was a fellow honor student who sat next to me in homeroom class. Just like me, he was shy and awkward; a wallflower at dances and extra-curricular activities. He could have dated just about any girl he wanted to if he knew what he had to offer. However, if he’d been aware of his good looks, he may have been impossible to deal with. His modesty seemed to enhance his sweet personality.

Upon learning that we lived near each other in our small northern New Jersey suburb at the beginning of the school year, we began walking to and from school together, eventually developing an easy, comfortable comradeship. We talked about everything, but my physical attraction to him was something I chose to keep to myself since I hadn’t yet come to terms with the fact that I might be bisexual. I’d always considered myself to be purely heterosexual, so my attraction really surprised and alarmed me.

I was quite certain that Devin was one the prettiest boy I’d ever met in my life. He had a thin, angular body and a certain feminine air about him combined with a look of rare serenity for someone so young. His demeanor was one of quiet reserve, except for when he spoke about a subject that fascinated him. Then, his features would become animated with a lively intelligence which I found terribly appealing. I sometimes wondered if he’d ever experimented with makeup or feminine clothing, but of course, I couldn’t just come right out and ask him that. Instead, I just made use of every opportunity I had to just look at him without appearing in awe of him or love-struck. Read more…

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 04
By Miss Amanda

I laugh as the woman walks up to us. “Oh, this isn’t my boyfriend. More like just a friend, and we’re buying some things for a girl we know.” I watch as you fidget, feeling very uncomfortable around all these girly undergarments. You radiate fear and worry, as if you’re just waiting for someone to call you out on being a kinky little slut who wants to buy panties.

“Of course, we can definitely help you out with that. What size is this friend of yours,” the saleswoman asks, looking us both up and down. I turn to look at you as well, so that now there are two pretty girls staring at you amongst all these intimate garments.

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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part One
by Caramel Black

I began crossdressing at 12, but it wasn’t until I was 17 when I dressed up completely for the first time. When my parents went away for the weekend to Atlantic City, I took advantage of the opportunity to explore my feminine side to the fullest. As soon as they left the house that summer morning, I got out of bed, padded naked into the bathroom, drew myself a bath and poured a packet of Caswell & Massey sandalwood powder into the steaming water.

The scent was like a forest after a heavy rain, the tiny suds crackling softly as I climbed into the tub and let the water’s heat seep into my body. After relaxing for awhile, I gave myself a panty shave, removing every trace of hair from my cock and balls. What remained was a thatch of slightly kinky tendrils just above the base of my shaft. I thought it looked pretty sexy. With that done, I stood up and turned on the shower and let the water drain out. The hot stream of needles pounding against my skin made me crazy with lust, but I resisted the urge to masturbate just yet.

I rinsed the last of the suds from my feet and stepped out of the bath, reaching for a large, thirsty white towel to dry my body. Next, I dusted my skin with a richly scented powder and a fine sable brush, then sat down at the vanity to do my nails. Using an emery board, I buffed my toenails to artistic perfection and placed cotton balls between the spaces of each toe. I painted the nails scarlet red, carefully smoothing out the lustrous Chanel varnish with the soft little bristles. Read more…

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 03
By Miss Amanda

After we say goodbye to Carlos, I take your hand and lead you through the mall. “You know where we’re going now, don’t you baby?” I ask.

You nod, both ashamed and excited at the same time. “To pick out my new panties, Miss Amanda?”

I stop so that you can buy me a soda, and we talk while the clerk gets it for me. “Yup! We’re going to have to get all kinds. Cute, little panties for when you’re being sweet and innocent and slutty thongs for when you’re dressing up to be a bad, little sissy girl.”

You beam at me, super excited. It looks very pretty on you, this enthusiasm. I pick through my purse while we wait and I finally pull out a vial of liquid lip gloss. I touch up my pink lips, and then I order you close so that I can brush the sticky, strawberry goo all over your lips as well! Read more…

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 02
By Miss Amanda

You’ve become so beautiful under my care. Just how does it feel to be the pet of a barely-legal teenage girl? It’s definitely hard work, but it does pay off! Every day, you have to shave your entire body for me, and you pluck you eyebrows, and even wear some light make-up. That’s nothing compared to your dressing up routine, but it’s enough that you always look so pretty and beautiful for me. People notice!

We’re just partway into the mall, when a young, well-dressed guy stops you. “Hey, beautiful,” he exclaims, in a thick and jubilant, gay voice. “You look positively fab today, honey.”

I watch as you blush. People walk by us, and while you and your friend do get a few dirty looks, they just assume you’re a cute pair of fags chatting it up. I giggle, poking you in your side. “Don’t be rude, baby! Talk back!” Read more…

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 01
By Miss Amanda

I meet you at the mall. You’re waiting for me outside, like a cute little puppy dog, and you light up when you see beautiful, delicious me. Ever since I caught you, playing with my panties, you’ve been my little plaything.

I giggle as I step up onto the sidewalk and slip my hand into your own. Your fingers are sweaty and nervous. “Big day, hmm?” I ask in amusement. Today is the day that we’re going to go shopping for your very own panties. You have butterflies in your tummy. You’re both really excited and fearful of what lies ahead, just through those sliding glass doors.

“Answer me, beautiful. Does my pretty little slut want to go shopping for her very own panties?” I giggle again. A few wandering shoppers overhear me talking to you, a man quite a bit older than myself, and they give you dirty looks. Everyone thinks that girls are so terribly innocent and sweet, so you’re going to get the blame for all of this. Read more…

I hope all you crossdressing girls are having a good weekend. It occurred to me that I have never put any crossdresser jokes on here. I think a big reason is that, well, it’s damn hard to find crossdresser jokes! I’ve seen some out there, but not very good ones.

So I thought I would make my own, after all I do write for a living! I actually made this list of jokes for another site I have, but it seems more suitable for this site, and I know you would enjoy it. Now these jokes are the old “redneck” type. They just seem so easy to make, at least for me.

Now if you happen to be a redneck crossdresser, don’t go getting your panties in a bind! I’m just having fun here, not singling anyone out. I use to be a redneck when I lived in Vermont, so that gives me the right to make them, ok! So enjoy this list of redneck crossdresser jokes!

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