Usually when I post here, I’m very much “in the mood.” That is, not just dressing the part but living up to it so to speak. It is usually morning time, I’ve had my cup of coffee and am in my cute satin robe that just barely covers my ass. Of course, I have on silky pantyhose, high heels and, to feel extra sassy, throw on some lipstick (now a regular thing).
While it is a major turn-on to see my silken self shine, I’ve embraced my feminine role enough now to go beyond the usual crossdresser frolicking and into a realm which hasn’t been penetrated to the full extent yet (excuse the pun).
Namely, I can’t stop thinking about that feminized penis that wants to violate me and make me believe I’m a true woman.
Maybe five or six years ago, the thought would have never even crossed my mind. I was a happy-go-lucky crossdresser content with throwing on a pair of nice pantyhose with a cheap bra and panties, wank it then call it a day. You know, the typical practice during the some twenty years prior. Then one day something dawned on me, or you can say the little girl in me was starting to bloom.
It feels quite sexy to look like a woman in her skimpies and admire it in a mirror but what would it be like to feel and take pleasure like one? Rolling around in nylon and lace isn’t quite the same so there I was one day, laying in bed (lingerie, hose and all) getting into various positions and pretending I was on the receiving end of a good pelvic clapping. The fact that it made me question my, at that time, heterosexual self (I’m not gay, am I?) actually made it even more alluring.
Part 4: Ripping Our Way Through
Given me and Janine’s natural connection in the first scene, the crew decides to keep the film rolling rather than breaking for another take. Feeling rather hot and horny myself after our ass play with the double dong, I don’t want it to stop either. I can see Janine would agree from the lustful smile she is giving me.
We enter scene 2, still on the floor, and say our couple of lines.
Me: “I can’t resist you in your shiny leotard and silky tights.”
Janine: “Oh, I love it when they touch together!”
OK, not exactly Oscar winning dialog here but we start continue our crossdressing play caressing each other’s body and legs with some light kissing which leads us back into the full makeout we were doing earlier. Then, on cue, I reach down for the rip in Janine’s tights and extend it all the way up to her front, revealing her super hard girly rod which pops up like a jack-in-the-box. I now realize my longtime pantyhose fetish finally gets the upgrade it has always waited for: full on pantyhose sex.
Part 3: Jane Fonda’s Kinky Workout
Next Saturday couldn’t come soon enough (pun intended). I arrive at the studio again to the same movie crew, Tanya, Paul the cameraman, Tom the producer and the lovely Cherry Knot. Yet, there was one other person there not present last week who I was introduced to as Janine, the crossdressing star Tanya had mentioned who was very beautiful and convincing. She wasn’t lying.
Both Cherry and Janine happened to be dressed up in their “costumes” already which consisted of spandex thong leotards, super shiny pantyhose, leg warmers and a cute little belt around their waists. This is quite the getup to satisfy that throwback leotard and pantyhose fetish that I guess they were seeking to do. I even remember my own fetish developing from all of those workout videos of the 80’s my mom had. Yet, to this day, it never goes away.
Part 2: A Date With Cherry Knot
In high anticipation, I arrive at Tammy’s studio a little bit early. It gives me some time to calm myself down and stop my uncontrollable shaking from the excitement of starring in an adult crossdressing movie. I take a few deep breaths and chug down the mini-bottle of vodka I bought along the way. Slightly buzzed, I’m ready to go.
Tammy greets me warmly at the door and let’s me in. In plain view is the “studio” with a bed and surrounding cameras in one corner and a dressing area in another. She introduces me to two other gentlemen, one the cameraman Paul and, the other, the producer Tom. Everyone seems nice and relaxed which helps to reduce my anxiety.
Then another rather attractive woman steps into the studio introducing herself as “Cherry Knot,” one of the more frequented stars of their movies. I immediately fixate on her gorgeous long red hair and matching red spandex tank top holding back her huge breasts. Oh, and she mentions she specializes in forced feminization. I’m delighted to meet her.
Part 1: An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse
It was one of those days where I was feeling glad to be feminine but I had the urge to venture out and find something new and sexy to throw on. Not that I didn’t have anything to wear. I mean there were plenty of cute miniskirts, tops and dozens of packages of unopened pantyhose in my closet. Heels practically filled in the rest of the space.
I guess its just the act of browsing and purchasing women’s clothes that I love so much and, admittedly, it does turn me on a bit. It feels good to basically tell the lady helping you that you are a crossdresser without actually telling her. Yet, today I’m going to my favorite lingerie shop where I am known as a crossdresser.
This is Part 4 of 4 of a story when two male friends decide to have a little fun in lingerie, pantyhose, heels and makeup after a casual evening at the bar.
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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.
Part 3 of two friends in the midst of playfully crossdressing together after a night of drinking.
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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.
We come to Part 2, continuing on with the tale of two friends having an innocent drink at a bar, a crossdresser and a gay male (insert joke here). Part 1 can be read here.
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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.
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.
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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.
This post first started out as a quick summary of my deepest crossdressing (with pantyhose of course) fantasy, 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 this lurid 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 too.