Yes, a few women know that live near my home. I am always with the women, and we were chatting in the restaurant one afternoon, as I had invited them out to lunch and I would pay for us all. I am the youngest in the group of the four of us, and the women seem to know that I am submissive. I confided in the three of them, that I would like to write a story on Female Domination, which included enforced cross dressing, or encouraged to cross dress.

A nightdress to bed. A full slip and matching panties, when doing the ironing. Spending the morning in my nightie and negligee, or pink housecoat and pink ladies slippers.

A Horny Minx.

The sound of chattering women, and the scent of hair-spray and perfume. I stood there in awe, as the lady passed me by wearing a pink dress. Oh my gosh, I was just an eighteen year of age virgin, and this lady seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties, yet I became aroused. I would be glad to arrive home, to see to my excitement.

I was dating a woman when I was nineteen and she was twenty-seven. I also went to bed with her mom, as one night we were having sex, she told me, " my mom would lie to have sex with you."

When on holiday at one of my aunts, when I was in my late teens. It was only to be a visit for one day, but aunt asked, why can't you stay? We can have so much fun together, you and I can be stark naked on the bed, and tickle each other with a feather. I looked at my aunt's saddened face, and she told me she would dress me up as a girl and call me Grace. I could not then resist to stay, but wearing a dress, does not make me gay. Soon I was in the nude, and aunt Gloria, done sex acts on me, that some would consider rude. That weekend aunt deflowered me. I still have those memories and the photos, if anyone wish to see?

Two bottles of Stout, as I like that kind of beer.

I have been shopping with my girl cousin only two weeks ago and bought a muumuu dress in a Charity Store. I just love wearing it around the house.

I have written to many a woman an erotic story, that they would like to read when on their own. Tales of man and woman, tales of two women and tales of older woman enforcing the young man to dress up in girl's clothes. Tales of a senior man with a late teenage boy or girl, in the woods. All of them have enjoyed the story I have written for them. Some women enlightened me that they were masturbating whilst reading it. I have written stories to men, on what fantasy they would like to read. I am happy they all enjoy my work. Jane.

My First Halloween costume was prior to myself being a teenager, and it was an Alice in Wonderland outfit. I really enjoyed being a girl that evening, When I returned home, mom asked "well my son, or one should address you as my daughter?" How did you enjoy being Alice tonight? Oh mom, I just loved it and wished I was a girl. Since that October 31; mom began to dress me as a girl and have me wear a nightdress in bed. Now mom named me Jane.

A woman who wears men's attire is a cross-dresser. A man wearing feminine attire, is a cross-dresser. Yet there are more men on this earth that cross-dress than women. Yes women wear shirts instead of a blouse. Yes women wear trousers instead of a skirt or dress, but they are style cut for the woman. More men on this earth wish they had been born a girl. Not many girls on this earth, wish they were a boy. Although Mother Nature dumped much on the woman, it is still better to be born female. The only draw-back being a woman, is that men do not respect, consider or understand the woman. They do not take time to listen to the woman. Every GIRL and every WOMAN, has a right to an education, and cease this barbaric practice of FEMALE GENITALIA MUTILATION. It's madness. Women and girls should be liberated from man's suppression. We would be more advanced now, if man had given woman a free-hand to aid in all that man has done. Yet women now are taking over where men once dominated occupations, as the man stays at home to be the house-husband and care for the baby / children, while mom is at work.

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As part of my post-marriage wardrobe overhaul I bought some really high heels, what a relative described as my fuck-me shoes. Even though I say it myself, they make my legs look terrific and me feel ultra sexy. I have been until now a woman who if I wore heels at all did so moderately rather than perching atop a high rise. I have persevered with them, but they kill my feet and I am terrified of a broken ankle or worse. Are they worth it?

High heels look good, but the feet suffer later-on in life. Yes we like our legs to look sexy, but is it worth suffering in years to come? I am now wearing low heels and more comfortable ladies' shoes.

There was a young man from Leeds.

Who swallowed a packet of seeds.

Blades of grass grew out of his ass.

And his balls were covered in weeds.

Here I am broken hearted.

Paid a penny and only farted.

One here does not follow fashion or style, as I prefer to wear what I feel comfortable in. I do like a two-piece skirt suit, a muumuu dress, or anything which one can be at ease in at home or at the office.

I discovered Lush Stories by accident, when searching for a social media site to join. I have been a member here since Friday October 07; 2022. I like reading the stories on a certain genre and viewing the pics in the Gallery. I do visit the free chat room, but find it boring. Well if you do not say what you mean, you will never mean what you say. To each his or her own.

I like an erotic tale, but not jump right into the juicy bits, but a slow, but not protracted build-up to the story, describing the scenery around. For example:~ I assumed I would be on my own for hours, so I could dress up in women's clothes, full make up and my shoulder length blond hair styled, but that was not to be, as soon as I was done, I stepped out side the back door into the back yard, and from across the meadow, Mr. Terry was sitting in his wicker chair on his front porch and spied me. Thinking I was a young woman, hollered over and asked who are you young lady? I panicked and ran in doors. Later that week, my mom asked me did I have a young lady in the house when she was out with her lady friends in town, on a girlie shopping spree? Shall I confess to mom, or say, it was a girl from High School mom?

Scooby and his grandpa.

I usually cry-out the name of the woman I am having coitus with.

At the end of each day, at my bedside, I kneel and pray.

Mom by my bedroom door, not a word does mom say.

Oh my Lord, God, a boy in April, please make me a girl in May.

I rise and wearing my nightdress, I climb into my bed.

Mom tucks me in, smiling and saying, "don't you worry your pretty little head."

Sat on my bed, I have not much time to do it all.

When I hear my aunt Joan from floor below call.

I am just out of the warm shower, still in the nude.

If I enter the kitchen naked, she think me rude.

Yet, the need and urge for her to see me in my birthday suit.

I hope aunt will smile and call me a pretty girl, which be cute.

The number of times I have cum, calling out my aunt's name.

I must tell her this, or maybe she will say, for shame.

I am in a dilemma, to tell her that I like to wear pink.

What on earth will my sexy aunt Gloria think?

I do so want her to spank and deflower me.

Shall I tell her now, or wait a day and see?

Author:~ Just Jane.

I thought I would never do it anymore.

As I walked slowly on the sandy shore.

Yet the urge to dress-up is very strong.

I scanned my eyes as I walked along.

There were people here, not just me.

I thought, if they knew I was a he.

That day, I wore a floral button-front dress.

Gosh, I wish I were a woman, I do confess.

The breeze ran through my shoulder-length blond hair.

Soon I be with my aunt, sat by the fire, in the arm chair.

Oh aunt, you said I was very pretty that Spring day.

I told aunt, I like being a girl, but I am not gay.

How am I to tell my mom, I am happier wearing a skirt.

I pray she will not turn me out, and throw my clothes in the dirt.

God, I know I must not ask you why?

Oh my Lord, you do not know how much I cry.

One time I was going to end it all.

Then the day my aunt did call.

Aunt Gloria understood my plight.

Dressing me in a nightie for bed, that night.

Now my sweet Jane, everything shall come right.

Once the morning comes, and the sun shall shine bright.

Author:~ Just Jane.

As the lady walks daintily along.

I feel the need to burst into song.

The cool summer breeze lifts-up my dress.

Oh my gosh, one must not stress.

The pensioners on the bench the other side.

See my frilly panties, and I must run and hide.

They must have had an eyeful of me down there.

Wondering if I am hirsute, or have no pubic hair.

One man I recognize, he is Mr. Terry.

I think he would like to take my cherry.

The other two men, I do not know.

Yet, I bet their penis will soon start to grow.

Tonight when I am snuggled up in bed.

I be thinking of them, having me lick their mushroom head.

Just Jane.

Full-Sided knickers /panties. I like to feel safe in them.

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YES. I cum in my underwear and it was because I was looking at this woman in a red plaid / tartan pleated skirt, and she bent over to pick up her parcel from the floor and I just had become rampant watching her, and I shot my load into my pants, as she turned around, she must have seen my face all red with a sex flush, and asked me are you all right sweetie? I was nineteen, and her in her sixties. I had the courage to tell her what had happened and why. I knew the woman, so she said we best get them off you sweetie and a clean pair on you, after I clean you up down there. She gave me a ride to her house, as she lived alone, told me to strip off to bath me. It be all right ma-am, but she insisted and told me not to be shy or embarrassed as she had seen many a young man stark naked, being a retired nurse. I sat in the tub of tepid water as she was me allover, paying particular attention to my genitalia, which made me erect. Are you going to wash my underpants or am I, I asked? Neither of us are sweetie, I have binned them. I need underwear to go home. You shall have underwear my girl, a pretty pink panties I bought a pack of four of for my daughter, but she told me she does not wear panties like that now.Oh my gosh, my om will see them and ask whose they are? Well tell her the truth my girl, and say they are yours. Why are you referring to me in the female gender I asked? Well baby doll, boys don't wear girl's panties, do they? I bet your mom will like you in them. Does your mom still bath you, like I am doing now? Before you step out of the tub, I shall shave off your bush there my girl, as many a woman does these days. No please don't. My girl, you are not in a position to protest here, with you nude in my bath tub and your clothes hidden away. We are going to have such fun before you go home. What are you going to do to me? Well as you have been a very naughty little girl, first you shall be over my lap nude and shaven, to be spanked. then baby doll you shall be dressed in a very pretty dress of mine to curtsy, twirl and prance around the lounge while I record it all. You shall look so cute without that horrid pubic hair on your girly privates.

I like the full sided panties, they can be plain or floral print design with embroidery around the waist and panty leg. They come up to my navel ( belly button ). My girlfriend chooses them for me, as she likes me well attired. I have to pull them down to pee, so I have to enter a stall to pee when out around town. She got rid of all my men's underpants, not leaving me with one pair, as she told me, it's panties from now on for you my girl. It began with her saying that I would look good in a pinafore dress, and like a fool, added to that by saying, you be having me wearing panties next. Yes that's a thought her saying. Since then her mom has bought me a panty girdle and a pull-on girdle. With the pull-on girdle I have to wear stockings or the suspenders be left dangling. With just a girdle and heels on around her mom's house, I am truly submissive and passive. My girlfriend and her mom love to see me pay for the lingerie at the check out, when the lady check out holds each item up and comments on my good choice of women's clothes. Are they for your wife or fiancee she asks? Maybe your girlfriend? Then either her mom or my girlfriend will step forward and tell the woman, they are for him.