Pantyhose, heels and in position (Wikimedia)
Pantyhose, heels and in position (Image: Wikimedia)

This is Part 4 of 4 of the story when two male friends decide to have a little fun in lingerie, pantyhose, heels and makeup after a casual evening at the bar.

Part 3: Curious Crossdressing

Part 2: Let’s Play Dress Up

Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More

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Sticky Wet Pantyhose

So there we are, Eve and I lying on my bed making out like two crazed, horny teenagers. I can’t really tell what was going through my mind, probably due to the numerous beers consumed earlier, but all I can say is that it feels incredibly exciting and I was more than willing to “cross the line” where I haven’t been before.

To let out a little secret, I have had an attraction to other crossdressers for quite some time now. For me, there is something so sexy about a male who can transform himself into woman (the more passable, the better of course) but, oddly, I’m not in the least bit attracted to masculine, unfeminized males. Maybe you can say that I’ve grown a fondness for chicks with dicks.

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(Flickr: tomswift)
(Flickr: tomswift)

Part 3 of the story of two friends in the midst of playfully crossdressing together after a night of drinking.

Part 4: Sticky Wet Pantyhose

Part 2: Let’s Play Dress Up

Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More

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Curious Crossdressing

It was a subtle yet convincingly girlish “ooh” Adam (actually, now I’ll call him “Eve”) made. Just that one silky touch to her leg was enough to set me dizzy with excitement. Normally, being alone and caressing the pantyhose on my own legs has a similar effect. But to feel it on someone else, albeit another male, is almost too much to bear.

Eve reaches down and gently strokes my crossed leg while my excitement grows so much that I begin to tremble. She takes notice.

“Are you OK?” she asks with a smile, as if she knows exactly what she is trying to accomplish.

I smile back not saying a word, uncrossing my leg and, this time, gliding my nyloned leg against hers and letting out an “ooh” of my own in the best feminine voice I could muster. I could do this all day.

Eve then takes a seat on the bed next to me crossing her leg over and caressing my thigh with her silken toes. She then moves her head forward towards mine as if she were trying to kiss me but then pulls back. At first, it shocks me, but then I’m thinking, “Is it my beer breath?”

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Adam loves black pantyhose (credit: WendySuntan)
Adam loves black pantyhose (credit: WendySuntan)

We come to Part 2, continuing on with the story of two friends having an innocent drink at a bar, a crossdresser and a gay male (insert joke here).

Part 4: Sticky Wet Pantyhose

Part 3: Curious Crossdressing

Part 1: Two Friends, Maybe More

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Let’s Play Dress Up

Both Adam and I make the short walk to my place, half a block away. We enter and Adam sprawls himself in comfort on the sofa while I immediately head to the refrigerator and grab a couple bottles of beer.

My nervousness has calmed down slightly but I still feel rather giddy. This takes me years back (a lot of years) to when I was on my very first date with a girl named Mandy. Completely nervous and trembling the whole time, I was so excited about being on an actual date that it was too hard to contain.

“But me and Adam?” I’m thinking. We’re two friends and, while he may understand my feminine fetish and even crossdress himself, I don’t believe he gets a kick out of it. Besides, I’m not into men so nothing could happen between us.

Yet the night is still long, or so they say.

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Beers with a "friend" (Flickr: runnerone)
Beers with a “friend” (Flickr: runnerone)

Another day, another fantasy manifesting itself in a story out of my head. I hope you enjoy ;).

I don’t normally go for men in real life but when that gentleman I meet has a side to him, sharing a common bond with me if you will, well then I may have to change the rules a bit.

Part 4: Sticky Wet Pantyhose

Part 3: Curious Crossdressing

Part 2: Let’s Play Dress Up

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Two Friends, Maybe More

It was a sunny day when me and Adam were planning to meet for a beer at the local bar. I’ve know Adam, who is openly gay, for a couple months now and, while he knows I’m straight, we get along well and enjoy hanging around together as two completely platonic friends.

After a few beers each (and buzz that follows), Adam made a quick mention of the Carnival parade he was in last week and pulled out his iPhone to show me the pictures. Wow, I’m thinking. He looks quite amazing, if not convincing, in that drag costume.

I give him my compliments and curiously ask with a smile, “So do you dress in drag a lot?”

Adam, sensing my piqued interest replies while smiling back, “So why do you ask?”

In my semi-drunken state, I realize I’m being outed yet I don’t feel at all embarrassed. He’s showing me his own photos as a transvestite for God’s sake. I decide to come clean to him.

“Let’s just say I have my own Carnival photos,” I tell him shyly.

“Then tell me more,” he says with a surprised look.

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Pantyhose Ass

This post first started out being a quick afterthought of my deepest crossdressing fantasies (with pantyhose of course), yet somehow blossomed into a longer erotic story. It’s funny how when you start writing about something you can’t stop thinking about, words just flow and you just can’t stop.

More like I don’t want the fantasy to stop either.

So I hope you enjoy my personal fantasy tale and tell me what you think in a comment below. Leave one of your own fantasies (though much shorter) if you so desire.

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Lovely tranny in teddy and some shiny pantyhose
What I recommend to a date (Flickr: The Poss)

This is part 3 of the tale of my first romp with a transvestite. Read part 1 for the prelude and part 2, the hookup.

Action time! I break out of my “disguise” of jeans and t-shirt to reveal my silky fuscia babydoll and Wolford pantyhose to the lovely Racquel. What a feeling of finally sharing my sexy girly side with another.

My girly cock was thinking the same thing too.

I lied down on her bed and caressed her black stockings with my hosed legs as she approached me. Then the unthinkable happened. She begins to strip down the Wolfords. Uh-oh, instant turn-off.

I don’t think Racquel particularly minded the lingerie and pantyhose (I believe she even called it “cute”) but only saw it as an obstacle to her real desire: get right to the cock.

Ok, so I know we’re not exactly two lesbians going at it but thoughts of manly gay sex began going through my head enough to cause a panic. I always envisioned myself a woman going at it with another hot woman, not two men who put aside their femininity to fuck.

In other words, the Wolfords and the babydoll had to stay on to preserve the “womanly” nature of the fucking.

Fortunately, Racquel played along, began to make fun of me (nicely) and pulled out a pink lace babydoll from her closet, then asked if I like it as she slipped it on. Actually she said, “Will this do, honey?”

Yes it will.

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Lacey camisole, shiny pantyhose
Lacey camisole, shiny pantyhose

This is part 2 of the tale of my first romp with a transvestite. Read part 1 for the prelude.

Just to recap, I was on the verge of taking a major life turn by venturing out of the lingerie closet and into the transgendered world. Just some mingling with the gurls.

In other words, I was starved for a girly hookup. So why not just do it? Mosey on down to the nearest gay bar or, even better, a gay-friendly neighborhood and everything will probably take care of itself. That was the plan anyway.

Time to prepare. Shower, shave (everything of course), clean out my ass and slip on my favorite silky fuscia babydoll and some Woldford pantyhose. OK, I’m an absolute little bitch when it comes to going out in any kind of en femmme, so a disguise of jeans and a t-shirt went over these.

Alright, take a deep breath. Time to head on down to the gay district, toward the evening time, like a lamb sacrificing itself to the wolves.

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Oh Susan, where art thou? (Flickr: Tractorpirate)

Not too long ago, after a failed attempt at seducing a (real) woman, I came to a sudden conclusion.

A little background first. It has always been a deep, dark fantasy of mine to hook up with another transvestite counterpart but living it out in real life carries some issues, especially for a crossdresser that has been hetero all her life.

  • I’ll be crossing into the bisexual barrier with no turning back. I have nothing but respect for being gay or bisexual, but it’s a major decision for someone who has has only known being hetero, you know.
  • What if I don’t like the experience? Will I feel “weird” and require therapy? Ok, maybe the therapy is a stretch but they are plausible questions.
  • Will I find myself transforming from a closet crossdresser to a full time transvestite? Again, it’s a major decision and requires a major life change.
  • Will my friends, oblivious to my crossdressing, eventually find out? I live in two distinct worlds that haven’t collided yet.

Of course, with the cons come the pros:

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