Thursday, May 31, 2012

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Vanishing Member

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Little Woman

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Monday, May 28, 2012

What's She Doing Home?

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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Breastfeeding

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Friday, May 25, 2012

His Penis's Days Are Numbered

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Thursday, May 24, 2012

The Photoshoot

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Lewis' Fun Goes Awry

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Making House Cleaning Fun

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Who Am I?

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012

Boys Will Be Boys

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

I Haven't Changed At All

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Crossdressing Twin

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Friday, May 11, 2012

His Wife's Affair

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

My Confessions Continued. . .

Last time I told you how all of this got started. The whole experience didn't last very long and it was almost accidental that I ended up wearing anything feminine, but it stuck with me my entire life. Today I want to confess the first time I intentionally set out to put on something feminine.

When I was 10 or 11, a cousin came to stay with us for a couple weeks. She was an attractive girl about a year older than me. One day after she arrived, my mother dropped off a some clean laundry in my room. Mixed into the pile were a pair of pink panties. I still remember them today. They were boy-cut panties with a diagonally checkered pink and white pattern with a tiny dark pink lace wasteband and a one inch bow on the front. I never even thought about returning them. Instead, I put them on then and there and wore them for days. I desperately wanted to add more of her clothes, but I was never able to get into her room because there was always somebody home.

The more I wore these panties, the more I began to dream about them. At first, they would just be sitting somewhere in the dream. Soon I was wearing them in the dream. Sometimes people noticed, sometimes they didn't. In one dream, I spent the whole day in school wearing nothing but these panties and a pair of sandals and no one seemed to notice! I'm pretty sure that was my first wet dream.

Eventually, I had to return them because I became paranoid that someone would notice, but I was hooked. I knew at that point that women's clothes and I would have a special relationship thereafter. . . and it wouldn't always be this simple or innocent.

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The New Job

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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Magic Body Wash

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Monday, May 07, 2012

Sunday, May 06, 2012

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Friday, May 04, 2012

Randy's Lessons

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Thursday, May 03, 2012

Night Out

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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

HypnoSissy Lipstick

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Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Tough Choices

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