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.

“Hmm?” I prompt you. “What size does she wear?” I cross my arms as I wait for you to respond. Read more…

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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