I checked into the Hilton in Seattle and then went up to my room. While it wasn’t the best room i’ve ever stayed in it was one of the best experiences. I unpacked my bags and then picked out the outfit I’d planned on wearing. I’d been planning this night for awhile and so had a good idea of the “look” I wanted. After I set the outfit aside I hopped in the shower to get the stale plane air out of my nostrils and to do a last minute shave to get myself extra smooth. Stepping out of the shower I quickly blotted my skin dry and then blew dry my hair. In a step out of the ordinary for me I stopped by my friend Katie’s shop in NW Portland and had extensions put in for the weekend. While it’s a bit expensive to do it is nice to have someone you know and trust with your “beauty secrets”. Usually I only have shortish hair but for the weekend I had hair halfway down my back and it was quite curly to boot. After my hair was dry I softly ran a brush through it until it was tangle free and had just the right amount of animal sexiness.

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My friend Billy did not have any interest in sports or other things that boys do but we got along just fine. I would go off to play little league or catch with the other guys but Billy and I would watch TV, go to movies, or just goof around doing other things. Looking back Billy was a little effeminate and the other guys thought he was nerdy but I guess since he didn’t have many friends I maybe felt sorry for him. A few times when we had a sleep over he would crawl into my bed with a flashlight and would ask if I wanted to show him my pee-pee and he would show me his. I assumed this was just part of growing up and didn’t really think much about it.

 On day however, when we were about 15 I went over Billy’s house to see if he wanted to do something. I was greeted by him mom at the back door. She said Billy was upstairs in his room and to go ahead and go up there and surprise him. I thought this was a funny choice of words, but quickly dismissed it from my head as I went up the stairs. His bedroom door was closed and without knocking I barged right in. Standing at the mirror above his dresser was Billy.all dressed up like a girl! He was wearing mascara eye make-up and lipstick with a blue and pink sundress and he had his hair styled in a girlish way. I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t know what to say and was embarrassed, so I turned to leave.

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I know what you’re going to say – not another Halloween cross-dressing story. But Halloween is a classic time for those of us who like to garb ourselves in the accoutrements of the opposite sex, and my last outing during that time was quite an adventure.

 As I’ve mentioned in my previous postings, I’m a pretty typical example of the cross-dressing guy: tall, slim, professional, and for all outward appearances a regular everyday straight laced “Joe”. But since I was just a kid I’ve always had a hankering to don a skirt and heels for fun and excitement. I only dress up and go out a few times a year, but when I do it I really enjoy it!

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The fall semester started with a bang-in the literal, carnal sense of the word. After having been celibate for the summer months, in which I found myself still lusting for girl’s and their bodies, but without any accompanying appetite, I returned to school, resigned to continue the lie that started with high-heels, skirts and make-up and ended with a bubbling load in my gut-fed, or pumped. Whenever I thought about lusty Trevor, I could hardly remember his face, but his hands, and, more importantly, the tactile sensation of a certain pathos that he kept hidden away, much like I did, were quite vivid in recollection. My demeanor, by contrast, was livid, defeated, and somewhat longing. On the one hand, I wanted to sever all ties, and on the other, the shame, the stigma, and, most importantly, what would Trevor do then? Or, not most significantly. Not important at all was Trevor’s “need” for me, which I preferred he hadn’t, or wouldn’t, or even couldn’t. But he didn’t. Trevor needed me. In a way, as I walked to school that pleasantly mild September morning, I was eager to see him after two months. Would he give me a present? Would he hold me? Did I want sex from him, or something else? Did Trevor want something else?

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The scene is set, the candles are lit, the wine is cooling and the dinner is keeping warm in the oven. All that is missing is him. You busy yourself doing all the things you can think of to take your mind off the burning desire in your loins. It has been over two months since anyone has touched you but you know tonight it all ends. Tonight you feel a woman again.

A noise disturbs you, a car with a familiar note is outside. The seconds tick past, a car door closes. You wait, you look at the clock after an eternity, a whole thirty seconds have passed. You realise your pulse is racing, your nipples are hardening and your panties are getting uncomfortably tight.

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