I am not impulsive buyer, and I admit there are times I have to work very hard to discipline my self not to buy on impulse. However like a lot of rules there are often times exceptions to the rule. In my case the exception to impulse buying is all things feminine, it can be anything from a simple pair of earrings, to a pair of heels that ” I just have to have”. And no matter how hard I try, I always give into the irresistible
urge, and buckle under.

Another thing about me is, I am careful when dressing, and in particular when wearing any thing feminine out side my home. I’m not stupid, and I do not take unnecessary risks. So that’s me, but like I said earlier
there is always the exception to any rule.

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In hindsight look back at that evening I met him as a complete revelation to me.

At the time though, everything had `just happened.’

I had called in at pub, just down some steps, off Dale Street, below a gymnasium.

Having been there a few times, I knew that most the clientele were gay, or otherwise agendered. It’d be a horrible afternoon at the office and needing a distraction, I’d gone in there, just to drink and watch, as I so often did.

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I first noticed her the week after I moved into my new apartment. I remember the moment well.  She was tall–nearly six feet tall–and had black hair down to the middle of her back. Sharp blue eyes peered out from under that hair, and mesmerized me from the beginning.  With out a bra on, the nipples of her full chest poked out of her white tank top.  She had a beautifully round butt that seemingly jumped when she stepped. A pair of
long, tan legs punctuated her lean frame.  From head to toe, she was the total package.

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Chapter 1. Beginnings

The music of the Bee Gees drifted across the parking lot from the white Lincoln. The motor was purring, just waiting for the order to take off. The middle aged gentleman who sat in the drivers’ seat was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for his friend to show. This would be the 10th week that they had met here and he was hoping that today they could take their relationship to another level. He looked at the clock on the dash he still had 5 minutes to wait. He didn’t expect any cars this morning to park here. It was mid September and cool. The forecast was for rain
later on this morning.

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She looked out the plate glass window, bored beyond belief. Gazing at the Wirral in miniature, the many pinpricks of man-made light gave the vista below the appearance of a starlit sky…

“Are you going out tomorrow?” Her flat mate asked from the open doorway to his bedroom, ”because I’ve got a delivery expected tomorrow and I need someone in the flat.”

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This happened at age 15 (I am 18 now). I have full red lips, tall, slender and my ass was round like a girl and I have a very small dick (now it is 4.5″).

When I got my PC I discovered this shemale things. Seeing a girl body with a big cock was awesome and after a while I found myself masturbating in front of PC and later inserting things in my ass. I liked it. Started with pencils and I mastered with candles and later with vegetables now I have a big collection of dildos and butt plugs. Meanwhile I also started stealing my sisters undies and wear them secretly.

We lived at the same building. A two floor house with seperate entrances. This friend was 15 too. He was a masculine type and as he played soccer at school he had a nice body and his muscles was good for a boy at his age. I secretly admired him. When I was alone I always dreamed him taking me as a girl or better as a shemale.

We played games after school like any other kid at our age. We also played at our homes.

His parents were away for the weekend and he was going to stay with us for 2 days. As we lived in the same building we went to their house that afternoon, we played FIFA on his PC then we started to surf internet; some nasty stuff, pics and etc. When we found a password for a site we entered. It was a continous movie and of anal sex. I could see him getting excited. I was more excited than him as the guy pounded that girls hole with his 8″ cock.

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 It had been my mom’s idea that I get a part time job, but I certainly didn’t argue with her. I was going to be sixteen in a few months and there wasn’t any other way I would ever get a car. Not that I really needed one. It’s not like there was anywhere I needed to go. My name is Louis, just plain `Lou’ to my friends or at least the casual acquaintances I’ve made at school. The truth is that I’m a loner, I just prefer my own company, and so my list of true friends is pretty short. Not that I’m disliked or anything. I’m quiet and most of the time I’m just overlooked. The bullies leave me alone for the most part and the jocks barely know me, as I’m certainly no competition for them, either on the athletic field or with the girls. I’m a small guy, short for my age and no muscle tone to speak of. I am hopeless at most sports and haven’t tried any since I tried out for the cross- country team as a freshman and almost made the team. I just never bothered to try out this year. I didn’t want the hassle of getting up at 5am every morning just to run ten miles. I’ve been out on exactly two dates and have `gone steady’ a few times in school, making all the appropriate gestures expected of me by my peers without ever coming close to losing my virginity. Not that I really cared whether I did or not, that’s just one of the things that make me different from everyone else. I’m a fifteen-year-old guy; I should be obsessed with sex just like everyone else, right? But I’m not. I just don’t seem to care as much as I should.

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It was the second day of the holidays and me and my friend were kicking about at my house not sure what to do with ourselves. After a couple of hours of playing the xbox we we’re getting bored.

Steve suggested having a look in my sisters room. Steve fancied my sister a lot, but as she was 2 years older than us she looked down on him, and just sort of put up with it. I knew he wanted to have a look at her knickers, he’d tried so many times to look up her skirt when ever she was wearing one. I’d seen her knickers loads of times, I would dress up whenever I got the chance. I had been hoping to dress up today, but knew he was coming round.

In her room steve went straight to her drawers, “What are you doing?” I asked

“I’ve got to see her pants.” He said, pulling out a pink thong.

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My name is John Anderson and I wanted to tell you a little about my life and me. When I was about 13 I started getting really interested in girls. Only I wasn’t interested in them in the same way as other boys my age. You see I have an older sister Julie, who was 15 at the time, and was always wearing very pretty, feminine clothes. I also have an older brother Jim, almost 17 at the time, who always seemed to date the most beautiful girls in school. And all I could do was envy the attention lavished on the girls, my sister included, by my parents. I felt like a disappointment to my folks.

The problem was that I was small and skinny and not very good at sports or school, unlike my siblings. My parents were always going on about Jim this and Julie that. After a while it seemed that no one even knew I was around. In fact, most of the time I could do anything I wanted. Especially when Jim or Julie had something going on at school. My parents often left me at home as I showed no interest in these activities. That’s because my favorite activity was right at home.

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I’d met him at the station, as I’d been hurrying from the mainline platform to the underground.

“Can you spare change for a cup of tea?” The youth sitting with his back to the tiled wall had begged.

I’d stopped and stared.

Amongst that milling crowd, those eyes had held me: those wide, innocent looking eyes.

“You’re staring mister!” He had snapped.

“Can you spare any change, or are you just taking the piss?”

I’d offered him two pound for tea and forty pence for the phone.

“Here,” I’d told him.

“If you want to earn some proper money, just phone…”

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