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Feminized by My Girlfriend
About 6 months ago I joined a gym because I have never had a very masculine body and now that I just turned 21 it was time to finally get off my butt and try to build some muscle. That is where I met my girl friend Brook who stands 5' 9", has a fantastic body and a gorgeous face. She looks like... Read full Story
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Dress Up For The Girls Next Door
I’m just your ordinary guy, you know the type, women love me, I’m an electrician by trade and there isn’t a single or married woman out there who hasn’t asked me, “Can you really install my ceiling fan for me.” 6’, 200 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, I keep acti... Read full Story
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Anastasia's Life So Far
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbi... Read full Story
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Becoming a Cock Worshipper
I first realized I was bi the summer after high school. Up until then I had only been really interested in girls. Like any high school guy I watched a lot of porn and soon realized that I really liked really nasty deep throat blow job scenes. I especially enjoyed watching a girl choke and gag and... Read full Story
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Discovering Amber
I have always enjoyed women's lingerie. From looking at catalogs to seeing girlfriends wearing it I have loved the look and feel of sexy, silky lingerie but for me it has always gone deeper. At 18 I tried on my first set of panties, oh my God that was wonderful! It was all downhill from there. Event... Read full Story
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I Told You
“No, please…” I barely audibly whispered. “Shut up you little cum whore!” “So... ohh god, no... Fuuuuuuuck,” the words leaked through my painted lips. “You want that hole filled too, you little cocksucking bitch?” “No, please! ... Read full Story
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Anastasia's Life
Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barb... Read full Story
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Five Into Three Does Not Go
Kristina It is waspish in the late evening out in the open in Portsmouth Harbour as we step out of the vehicle and walk over to the private section of the docks, the sign says Ceres St docks. Dark has long since fallen but lights, white, yellow and orange light up the skies. The feeling is one of... Read full Story