being one of the girls
Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 4:13 am
For me crossdressing is all about feeling like a woman. I'm not actually terribly interested in clothes (true confession) except that I feel femme with them. I love women, and being with them, and identify with them. I've always been a good lover, a masculine lover, and it was only a few years ago that I shared dressing with a gf (after che found out i was wearing her bra).
That began a gradual process of understanding my feelings. In the months and years since, I've found my desires have changed from wanting to have sex with women, to just wanting to be with them, accepted as one of the girls...
I work with two twenty-something girls in a casual, professional situation. They are both pretty cute and sexy, and I've always been excited by them. Gradually I've moved from the male boss to more like one of the girls.
Of course I have a desire to tell them all, but I have to be careful, and so for a while, I've dropped hints. Not about dressing, but about feeling like one of the girls. At first joking, when I was angry about something I said...oh don't pay attention to the male ego stuff, just consider me one of the girls. She looked directly at me and said, "Oh, we do already." My head was spinning and I was very happy for days!
I didn't know just what she meant, it could have been just a light comment, but then I told one of them that honestly I do identify with women more than men. She seemed to understand something, but we haven't talked further about it much.
A few weeks ago, driving home with the other girl, she began telling me things about her sex life and history. It was like she was telling a girlfriend, and I found it very exciting to hear her talk that way. The other day, she talked about boy's penis sizes and how they mattered, and (she's small) how she likes to hurt a little. When I made a kind of male comment, she reminded me that I had told her that I'm just a little girl inside. I melted and said, "it's true."
The other girl, you could say, is a bit of a man hater almost, and can put out some very sharp barbs when my male ego shows itself. Since I told her that I identify with women, she's treated me harshly when I've been at all macho or acted liike a dumb guy. I've come to yearn for her to dress me down. I get red and flushed, but instead of rising up to defend, I grow quiet, relaxed. My head spins, because I feel my only defense is to secumb to my feelings as a woman.
Today, she "attacked" me twice in front of the other girls, and the bookkeeper (who comes in part time), and I found it liberating and filled me with all kinds of feelings, head spinning. I loved being embarassed and, well, humiliated in a way, in front of the girls, and they responded by treating me warmly in a girly way after that.
Well, that's my story. I wonder if anyone else feels similarly?
Chrissie
That began a gradual process of understanding my feelings. In the months and years since, I've found my desires have changed from wanting to have sex with women, to just wanting to be with them, accepted as one of the girls...
I work with two twenty-something girls in a casual, professional situation. They are both pretty cute and sexy, and I've always been excited by them. Gradually I've moved from the male boss to more like one of the girls.
Of course I have a desire to tell them all, but I have to be careful, and so for a while, I've dropped hints. Not about dressing, but about feeling like one of the girls. At first joking, when I was angry about something I said...oh don't pay attention to the male ego stuff, just consider me one of the girls. She looked directly at me and said, "Oh, we do already." My head was spinning and I was very happy for days!
I didn't know just what she meant, it could have been just a light comment, but then I told one of them that honestly I do identify with women more than men. She seemed to understand something, but we haven't talked further about it much.
A few weeks ago, driving home with the other girl, she began telling me things about her sex life and history. It was like she was telling a girlfriend, and I found it very exciting to hear her talk that way. The other day, she talked about boy's penis sizes and how they mattered, and (she's small) how she likes to hurt a little. When I made a kind of male comment, she reminded me that I had told her that I'm just a little girl inside. I melted and said, "it's true."
The other girl, you could say, is a bit of a man hater almost, and can put out some very sharp barbs when my male ego shows itself. Since I told her that I identify with women, she's treated me harshly when I've been at all macho or acted liike a dumb guy. I've come to yearn for her to dress me down. I get red and flushed, but instead of rising up to defend, I grow quiet, relaxed. My head spins, because I feel my only defense is to secumb to my feelings as a woman.
Today, she "attacked" me twice in front of the other girls, and the bookkeeper (who comes in part time), and I found it liberating and filled me with all kinds of feelings, head spinning. I loved being embarassed and, well, humiliated in a way, in front of the girls, and they responded by treating me warmly in a girly way after that.
Well, that's my story. I wonder if anyone else feels similarly?
Chrissie