Cross Dressing

I love. to put on a nice tight open bottom girdle black stockings. For miss L, She bends me over and beat my ass red with a paddle then sick her fat cock up my ass and fuck the shit out of me

My wife & I love to play dress up games. What started as wear my panties to now where I have several panties, bras, stockings, garter belts, and a couple of dresses. Also have started to get into rubber/latex. Since we are both switches this is more fun than should be allowed by a couple. Behind our closed doors lurks a lot of pain & pleasure.

As you can tell by my screen name thongs are what i wear everyday. i also love to wear thigh hi high heels and lingerie and short dresses almost every thing i own is black .the color black is very sexxy to me

My mate gave me a surprise a few weeks back when we went to a Halloween party dressed as doctor (me) and patient (he). I wore my scrubs and he wore a hospital gown with opening in the back. As we were walking to the room where the party was being held, I was surprised to see him wearing a pair of silky black panties with rows of frilly white lace across his bum!

I should say that because of our schedules, we sleep in separate bedrooms, but he knows he is always welcome to come "visit" any time he wants to. He came in one night last week and modeled his entire wardrobe of ladies panties. He's full of surprises, that one. I can hardly wait to see what's next.

I actually just put on a garter belt and some thigh high pantyhose. I'm wearing it under a satin pair of pj bottoms, which is completely indescribable about how good this feels.

Best part is: nobody knows about the garter and hose 😃

My wife and I were in on a three day trip to Vegas about 15 years ago. The first night there we were getting dressed to go out for the evening and I was complaining about having gained a few pounds. She suggested I try a pair of her control top panties. I did and it was a thrill. Now I wear womens panties around the house all of the time. She also likes me to wear a short nightie when we're home and not expecting company. Sometimes I get daring and wear a womans nightshirt in our backyard.

I love to raid my wife's closet! The feeling of wearing women's clothes make me feel so sexy. I love to wear something slutty and then dance to a filthy rap song, shaking my ass off

Love crossdressing in silk panties tights belted sani pads whilst out under normal clothes .wish i could be more open at home just love to be able to sit round house just femmed up.

I love cross dressing! dressing make me feel so sexy and fem and is a huge turn on for me! I love to polish my sexy toes and wear pantyhose, stockings and heels!

Sometime I would wear a tight mid length heavy panty girdle. First I would insert a 1 1/2 but plug which the girdle held firmly in place. That was my self punishment for the day, but I enjoyed the punishment.

Hey everybody how are you? my name is Michelle and I live 24/7 is a female not having any type of surgery I guess I would be considered a crossdresser personally I don't believe in categories

I had a bf long ago who was into crossdressing. He hid it well until I caught him one day in my bathroom trying on some of my things from the laundry hamper. He was quite embarrassed and thought I would be angry but I was more curious than shocked. I still remember how he said his penis got more excited and stiff once inside silkie panties and how the arousal of doing something forbidden was a turn on. We made love more than once with him wearing one of my full slips with my dirty socks in the bodice to fill out his "boobs". Def a turn on.

I've always been into cross dressing but have only been able to practice it a few times (with a mistres). I have a high heel fetish so love wearing, love feeling like a lady.

The 3 times I've done a cross-dressing session the mistress has fucked me with a strap-on, I find I go girly the minute I have my skirt and heels on! Love exposing my anus and getting it fucked like a dirty slut. So fun!

I cant remember when I started to enjoy cross dressing I just know that at one point in my life I did. I like to dress or be forced to dress as a baby girl. I love those cute baby girl dresses and other style clothing. I do not like that over kill of ruffles and frills. I do like skirts and being dressed as an adult to but for me it's diapers instead of panties. I have talked about this in another forum topic but I'll say it again here. I have a feminine side and I like to express it.

I realized the sexual nature of crossdressing around age 10 when I reached puberty and started having orgasms. And, my crossdressing fetish is definitely associated with my enema fetish.

As a child, I was anemic and had to take iron supplements which are known for their side effect of constipation. This delighted my mom. An RN with an enema fetish, she knew exactly how to handle "the problem." So, the already frequent soapsuds enemas became frequenter after the iron pills started. For whatever reason, her wardrobe of choice for our "enema parties" was usually bra and panties.

Add to this recipe the coffee talk when she and the other young moms in the neighborhood would love to chat about the details of the enemas that they were giving both their children and themselves. I seemed to be the star of the chats along with discussions about sexiest bras, panties, feminine hygiene issues, bedroom activities, and sex-related gossip.

Accordingly, my sexuality was influenced by this environment. I found myself sneaking mom's lingerie, enema bag, feminine syringe as often as I could. There was a strange interest in the used, rolled-up sanitary pads in the bathroom trash can and the yellow stained towel that I found on the bathroom floor every Sunday morning.

Before puberty, the attraction was strong for these activities and interests but platonic. After puberty, enemas and crossdressing became sexual fixations that are the core of my sexuality.

For whatever reason, her wardrobe of choice for our "enema parties" was usually bra and panties.

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Add to this recipe the coffee talk when she and the other young moms in the neighborhood would love to chat about the details of the enemas that they were giving both their children and themselves. I seemed to be the star of the chats along with discussions about sexiest bras, panties, feminine hygiene issues, bedroom activities, and sex-related gossip.

I can understand that one person would include such kind of clothing 'requirements' to enema sessions as part of their preferences and quirks ... and I can certainly understand how it would affect someone's sexuality.

But what's odd is that something like this would be discussed with other moms, or so I would think at least. Certainly there must have been some sort of rationalization given for the cross-dressing and except as some sort of punishment for bad behavior I can't think of anything else that would be accepted ...

Was that the case? I find the idea of older ladies discussing these things amongst themselves to be very fascinating and I just wonder how they would have gone about it. It's not like they would say something like 'I really get a kick out of dressing the kid up in lingerie, you ought to try it yourselves sometime too ...'

I would like to have been a fly on the wall ...

Hello, Agracier.

My comment about "wardrobe of choice" was ambiguous. I meant that she would be wearing only bra and panties during our "enema parties," not that she would dress me up, although THAT would happen every Halloween. The intent about her wearing only her intimates was to point out that more was going on than just enemas for constipation. it is unlikely that each time she decided I needed an enema she happened to be dressed in bra and panties. I was being exposed to female sexuality, exposure that influences my sexual behavior today.

Apologies for the confusion.

No need for an apology ... my imagination just took off on the wrong track ... or let's say on a well beaten track ... ha ha.

Actually, while I didn't get enemas while young, my aunts did like to administer suppositories to me and my cousin on what seemed like a frequent basis. This usually preceding a bath. And she also undressed down to undergarments, usually something long and frilly like a shift or nightdress, but female lingerie all the same ... I thought it was more to do with her not wanting to get her dress wet, but maybe I was being too naive in my remembering ...

I am a Underdresser if you wish to call me that, I wear a sports bra 24/7/365 to support my chest plate that is still sore 14 years post-By-Pass, (recommended by the Doctor), sports bra or no golf, that is easy being retired. I also ware a long leg shaper everyday too, I love the soft feel and support it gives me. The odd thing is wearing lady's long leg shapers I never get the summer jock rash anymore, I assume it is the smoothness. When cold weather is here, foot-less tights are perfect for the golf course. I have learned the foot-less tights stay up the entire 18 holes I walk, as i used to wear good quality Hanes Alive but they walked down, so the Alive's are for non-golf days when it is too cold. Lord knows I'm not gay and my 2 lady friends could careless as long as I get it up at 67...........lol...........and at 67 you really no longer give a rats ass what others may think or say when your buying sports bras, Hane's Alive pantyhose or footless tights. lmao

(FYI you can buy basic 3 for $9 sport bras from Walmart and never be noticed unless you chose some wild ass color, I has many colors and most match my polo shirts I play golf in. I get them a size smaller to keep my chest plate from moving up and down )

I remember having a fascination of all the silky undergarments in my mom's lingerie drawer. I used to fondle them while my parents were out. They were too large for me or I would have tried them on. As a teen I had a job in a dept. store and used to "borrow" panties from the warehouse and wear them. I went through a dry spell while in the service. After I got married, I began wearing my wife's panties, girdles and pantyhose. Also got into bras. I was hooked and began to acquire my own collection. She finally found out when she found my stash. She threw a fit at first. Later after much discussion and some help from a girlfriend who helped her get her arms around and and embrace it. She then made me wear them in front of her and she would pick out what to wear. I was shocked when one evening while dressed real "fem" there was a knock on the door. She made me go answer it. Turns out she had invited several of her GFs over for drinks and to see me dressed. She made me serve them all night. Now it is a big part of our routine, and she is always thinking of more ways to tease and humiliate me. Recently found this site after being fascinated by a diaper video. She has forced my to wet my pants in public so now she wants me to get some diapers and wear and wet them in public. I love this site and all it has to offer.

Hi gurls,

I'm honey flower and I have been a cd for about 10 years. I love to dress fem and feel fem. Dressing makes me feel younger and more carefree. My wife completely understands and supports my feminine nature. I usually do all of our vacations as a women. I feel confident within myself when dressed and out and about.

I have been a cross dresser for a number of years and I just really like feeling like a woman. Being in fem mode likes me feel younger and an enema along with dressing is wonderful.These kinds of thing create good feels in me. I told my wife I would like to actually grow real breasts the other evening. She loves my feminine nature and says I am very pretty and sweet. I think dressing puts a little sparkle in my eyes too!!

I enjoy cross dressing but mostly for the sexual gratification of bottoming for a dom top male. I don't normally like to have things inserted into my butt, but when dressed very slutty, I love the sexual attention and admiration I get from older men. I also find so much pleasure in anal stimulation (enemas, toys, penis).

I am a masculine boy in public.

I think every man should dress like a woman at least once! Men do not have a clue to what a woman goes through to be pretty for her man. Men do not go through half the effort to be handsome for his woman. Cross the street and see what it is like, besides it is not all work there is a lot of fun and freedom that goes with dressing fem. Going to a thrift store to buy that first dress is an unforgettable feeling and memory!!!!!

I cross dress and I enjoy enemas and even have a bit of a nappy fetish. After cross dressing for about 10 years i find myself wishing I could dress and be en-femm all the time.I am also quit passive and very much a sissy when dressed. My wife simply adores me, we make quit a couple!

I have had many dreams about cross dressing .

It would be wonderful for me to put on a diaper , with silk panties and bra.

Over this I would wear a long silk dress , silk stockings and 6" pumps;

I would also don a brunette , mid length wig , complete make-up and proceed to go out for dinner , I would love to play this part for a full day

Would do it more often but I have less time now that I own a house

I don't get to dress as often as I would like due to real life considerations. A few days a week with bra and panties under my day clothes and a couple of evenings were I can get dressed to the 9's then settle into bed in a nice nighty and panties. I wish I could do it more, of course one of my "bucket list should I even win the BIG lottery" items will be to get the best boobs and pussy installed that money can buy, but the chances of that happening are fairly remote so I do what I can do.

Elaine

I am not sexually excited by cross dressing, but I have done it to please a partner. I had a long time girlfriend who wanted me to wear hose and panties for her fun. I would also wear an apron while working around the house. She loved to take my panties down for a spanking or enema. It was great while it lasted. Never went further in cross dressing such as makeup or wigs, but got plenty of ass beatings while in stocking and panties

Feb 2005

So, when she left, I was devastated. I felt so ALONE – so vulnerable. I’d come home from work to an empty house. I wandered from room to room, searching for - for what? For her. Not just some sign of her; they were everywhere. I saw them in the rooms where we had sat and drunk coffee together, in the kitchen where we cooked, and ate (both food and each other) together. NO, I wasn’t looking for signs; I was looking for HER.

It took a year or two, and I finally got used to living alone – well – not really – used to the feeling of emptiness. And I no longer missed her, specifically – I just missed having a woman around. Then, one day I got a call to go play Cabaret.

In Cabaret, the orchestra is a part of the show; they are all supposed to be musicians in over-the-top drag queen outfits and makeup. I was a little leery, having never cross-dressed – well, not since I was a very young child, playing dress up. But the gig payed $350.00 for two weekends performance, and two rehearsals, so I accepted.

At first, it felt strange, sharing the dressing room with strangers of both sexes, but there was a certain decorum. Of course we all looked at each other, but there was no open staring, and no gesticulation or even raised eyebrows. By the third performance, we were used to seeing each other nude, and began to be a little more relaxed about our sexuality. Clearly, it was not something that could be ignored entirely – but we laughed off the occasional erection (over either men or women) and we all became more like siblings than couples viewing each other as potential sexual partners. (Though there was a little of that going on between some members of the cast, in a reasonably discreet manner.)

But the odd thing was, one night the power went out just as the final curtain went down. Emergency lights came on, and the audience vacated the building in an orderly manner. But we who were in costume and makeup couldn’t see in the dressing rooms, to wash the makeup off, and couldn’t see to sort out our clothing and such. So we all decided it was easier to drive home in costume, and change there.

When I got home, it was like a light bulb went off in my head. Suddenly, there was a woman in the house. It felt right, somehow.

I have been “dressing” ever since.

I rarely go out dressed; I don’t care to bother with all the makeup and such that is necessary to “pass”, and there are too many people in this essentially rural county who know me from the years I spent working for the local government. But I always “under dress”; I no longer even own any male under clothing, except socks. In warmer weather, I only wear a bra if I am excercising (I need a sports bra, to keep things from bouncing and hurting – a by-product of testosterone blockers I take for my enlarged prostate) or wearing a suit jacket or blazer. But in cooler weather, such as we are having now, it is easy to hide the telltale straps and clasp under bulky sweaters or a down vest (purchased online from the “Women’s Outerwear” section of Lands End, thank you very much). No one has ever noticed that it closes the “wrong” way; or if they have, nothing was said.