Things I Really HATE About Crossdressing
A while back I told of my absolute joys of being a crossdresser, so why not get all dolled up and let out all my frustrations today? Don’t get me wrong though. If you came here looking for reasons to really hate crossdressing and give it up, you would be out of luck. I LOVE my crossdressing life and the way my new bra hugs the natural curves of my chest. Like anything in life, however, it does have its pet peeves and annoyances from time to time.
Sometimes those pesky problems can get the best of me. Most times I brush them off. Well, now it gives me a little writing material.
So, as I sit here in my black Wolford bodysuit, Neon 40 tights (black) and a black miniskirt (plus my favorite heels), time to begin the tales of things I really HATE about crossdressing…
The Guilt
This use to be an issue in the past but not so much over the last decade or so. Nonetheless, it’s worth a mention… getting that urge to slip into some pantyhose, throw on some lingerie and get a quick wank out of the way. Then the post-climax being the need to stop doing this from now on.
I can safely say this was due to me not being comfortable in my own skin. Hey, once I realized this crossdressing thing won’t go away at all then there was no choice but to embrace it, pervertedness and all.
Shaving
Smooth legs are awesome. Smoothness everywhere else is nice. Shaving sucks. So do those little nicks and cuts from shaving. Why do I have to make an appointment in my calendar every week or ten days to do it? My god, shaving sucks.