Steve wasn’t like the other boys part-2

I first met Steve at the mall. I was very upset about my divorce which was dragging out for over a year. To take my mind off it I went shopping.

Coming out of Victoria’s Secret I found the nearest bench and sat down. I put my bag on the floor and let out a big sigh as did Steve at exactly the same time.

I looked over and saw that he was sitting in the same position as me with his hand on his chin, and his Victoria’s Secret bag at his side.

“One of those days?” I said

“Oh yeah”

I looked around and whispered; “You smell like vodka, how about a piece of gum?”

“No thanks, I’m leaving”

“I really don’t think you should be driving, how about a cup of coffee?”

“No, I have to go, thanks anyway”

I followed him to his car and when we got there I wrote down his license plate.

“If you drive off I’m going to call 911, driving drunk is stupid!”

“I’m not really drunk, just depressed. What do you want from me?”

“Well, it looks like we both have something on our mind, how about we take a ride to the beach and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. I can really use someone to talk to that’s impartial”

“What beach?”

How about West Meadow, its not far and we’ll have privacy. Have you ever been there?”

I love that place! I used to go there all the time before they started closing it at night.”

“Great. I’ll put my bag in the trunk and you can put yours in the back seat, so they don’t get mixed up. I’m sure your wife or girlfriend doesn’t want to get my bras by mistake”

“I don’t have a wife or girlfriend,” he said softly.

“We’ll talk. I’m Teresa”

“I’m Steve, you’re a very trusting person Teresa. Aren’t you afraid that I’m a pervert or something?”

“Are you a pervert Steve?”

“We’ll talk,” he said with the beginning of a smile.

To be continued…

Steve wasn’t like the other boys…

Steve wasn’t like the other boys at all. He liked to wear panties and pretend he was a girl

At first it was incredibly exciting, and although he felt he shouldn’t be doing it, he loved to try on panties and bras (not his). He loved the silky fabric and pretty colors, and although he had no idea why he was so attracted to them, he couldn’t help it.

As time went by he decided it was wrong. He began to worry that his friends and family would find out his secret, but he still couldn’t stop.

He began having fantasies of being dressed up as a girl, often against his will. It was all very confusing to Steve. He was attracted to the girls at school, but he also dreamed of them feminizing him completely in all kinds of different ways.

Sometimes in his fantasy, they would set a trap for him, and turn him into a cheerleader. He loved that one!

Another favorite was about his beautiful neighbor Donna. He would break into her house and try on all her clothes. She would come home and catch him and threaten to tell everyone. Of course that would be a disaster, so he would plead with her and offer to do whatever she asked to avoid that. After much thought, she decided that to teach him a lesson, he would have to agree to let her dress him up completely, to understand what it was like to be a girl.

Donna was a beautician at a local salon. While Steve figured she would simply have him put on a dress and play with his hair a bit, she had other ideas. She would dress him up from head to toe. Soft, feminine, lingerie, stockings, a bright red dress, heels, and a purse were just the beginning! Then they were off to her salon for a new hairstyle, manicure, pedicure, makeup, and pierced ears.

The complete submission and helplessness were only part of the attraction for him. He wanted to be embarrassed. Actually, he wanted to be humiliated, and stripped of all manhood and dignity (as much as was left after being caught in panties).

The more the girls would tease and feminize him, the more excited he would become, until he would finally cum.

Steve went through periods of buying women’s clothes, wearing them for a while, then throwing them away. He would fight it, but the desire to be forcibly feminized never went away. He became very anxious and depressed and started drinking all alone after work.

Sometimes he would wake up in panties and a nightgown in the morning and not remember putting them on. He started calling in sick and soon got fired. Maybe he needed professional help, he thought.

Maybe, he needed me!

To be continued…

I had a dream…

I got a new bag from Twisted Throttle and wanted to take some pictures for a review. I put together a collage and posted it on Twitpic, asking Cycle World and another magazine if they could use an independent reviewer.

It was really hot and humid today so when I got home around noon I took a nap.

I had a dream that they both said yes and started sending me free accessories to try and review. A $1000 top of the line helmet! A sexy Dainese, one piece, leather, motorcycle suit! Racing kits!

Then they began sending me new bikes to test. Cruisers, Dirt bikes, and a 180 MPH sportbike!

I took out the new sportbike and decided to push it to the limit. I was on the highway doing 100 and the road was clear. 120, 140, 150, 175 miles per hour! Out of the corner of my eye I saw something in the distance and started to slow down.

BOOM! A FUCKING DEER!

The bike smashed into it and exploded. I slid down the road in my thousand dollar helmet and one piece suit until I finally came to a stop in the middle of the right lane. I was OK.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM! An 18 wheeler came out of nowhere and rolled over my head.

I woke up in the hospital and thought I was alright, but then I realized my head was gone. I thought it was just dark, or the covers were pulled over me, but nope-no head.

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Later on over a cup of iced coffee I decided that if they do make me an offer, I’ll stick to luggage, clothes, and toys. Thanks anyway, but if I have a bike that does 180 I’m sure as hell gonna do it.

“Sometimes a bag is just a bag.” Sigmund Freud

BLOG THIEF!

This is the strangest thing, it seems that someone has been copying my blog. Not only the pictures but the links too!

They links don’t work but I can’t understand why someone would do this.

I want to see if this post shows up next.

The Blog Thieves: www.greatsexaffairs.com

Get some help

Whats the difference between you trying on some clothes and makeup, and a real woman helping you every step of the way? Simple. She knows exactly what she’s doing!

She knows all about which outfit looks best, how to properly apply makeup, and accessorizing. Chances are that with her help you can be prettier than you ever dreamed possible. All you have to do is ask.

Whats that, you’ve already asked and she flipped out? OK, but I’m talking about Halloween here. This is completely different.

Its not a fetish, or anything weird, its just a costume you need help with. (so you will say)

I know at first it may seem crazy, and you’re sure she’ll say no, but I really recommend trying to find someone to help you on this special day.

A friend at work, a new friend you discuss this with while you’re getting your next haircut, or your sister.

Have you ever considered asking your sister? I’ll bet she’d love to help you dress up as completely as you want. And maybe, just maybe, she already has an idea about your fondness for women’s clothes.

Don’t have a sister? Ask a friends sister.

What do you have to lose!