Guys know to be careful around me as they know I'd kick their butt if they crossed me. Even so, I'm always interested in meeting guys or other CDers.
Guys know to be careful around me as they know I'd kick their butt if they crossed me. Even so, I'm always interested in meeting guys or other CDers.
Second star to the right and straight on till morning
I'm glad it went well for you and he treated you like such as gent even after he had done his thing, as I hear some guys don't react too well after they've done their thing. On a side note I cans ee why he's into you, you look hot.
I am quite envious of your wonderful experience as this is my ultimate fantasy. Alas, being happily married it will remain just that, a fantasy
Cool story. Immediately reminded me of those slightly racey "heaving bosom" love story books.
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The first time I ever got hit on outside of an alterntive/Gay bar happened in Vermont. I love to ski, and there is nothing which makes a tall, thin CD look hotter than a good pair of ski pants and a parka in pastels. Back around 2002 +/- I was on a business trip in upstate NY and drove up to Killington and got a room at MAP lodge which also had a bar with entertainment. I got out of bed at six o'clock a.m., put on my ski outfit, some light makeup, a medium short wig, and, after breakfasting, went skiing in twenty degree weather until it got dark around four-thirty p.m. I was exhausted, and as soon as I got back to the lodge I just freshened my makeup, and went to dinner. That refreshed me a bit, and afterwards I went into the bar, ordered a rusty nail, and listened to the band, which had just started playing. I was sitting at the bar, and a man about my age sat down, and we started up a conversation. I wasn't making too much of an effort to disguise my voice, so I'm fairly sure he was at least suspicious about my gender. One thing led to another, and he made a few polite intimations that we might retreat to his room for the next round of drinks. I was tempted, but ultimately declined because not only was I running on the last fumes of energy in the tank, underneath the ski pants and wig I was sweaty and funky, and I was totally not prepped for any sort of amatory adventure. So, I went to bed, got up the next morning, and never saw the guy again.
Just to make it clear, if things had gone differently it would not have been my first rodeo. It was, however, the first time that I had been hit upon in a straight venue by a man who, arguably, was not aware of my gender before he approached me.
I don't have any real basis for comparison as my first time was 5 or 6 years before I began crossdressing. I suppose the interesting thing was that it felt almost like a past life experience. I had no reticence about what was happening at all. My partner was surprised that he was my first. All totaled, it was a great 4 days in Florida!
In the current context, I'm not sure how I would feel about someone's advances. Not that I would mind, but it would not be a simple situation without issues, consequences and expectations.
Does it sound odd to say that if anything, my dressing is to get closer to women.
I have met three different admirers, years ago now. i made it clear i won't "go all the way", and it went ok.
Nothing like the feeling of a man deep inside you. Brings back great memories for me!
I haven't done anything with a man beyond fantasy. I was dressed as the "Devil with a Blue Dress on" for halloween once. A South American guy I knew was there who seemed to sense and enjoy toying with my feminine energy. For instance, I was sitting in a booth, and he sat next to me with a subtle dominance. Later, he was standing next to me while we were talking to others, he laid his hand on my bottom, feeling my satin gown (and possibly my panties). I didn't react or move away. And that was the end of it. Nothing more was spoken, I'm unsure what was implied. I liked how he made me feel feminine!
Pleased for you Briana. I hope you find someone as nice and gentle again.
I find myself in that grey area. When, I am out, I dress like someones mother with longer dresses, shorter wigs and tone it down to avoid that male attraction that would climb this tree even if, I have a limb they could not get around. I can not get around some hairy assed man. Some soft femme maybe. Or perhaps another 100% passing CD.
Multiple important aspects here...
1) You were 'out', not just physically but mentally. You made a transition.
2) You found a GM/MM (Genitc/Mental) who liked *you*.
3) You BOTH recognized that 'who' you were was more important than 'what' you are. >parts<
4) Roles? WHAT roles? What does the chromosome-based stuff you got from your parents have ANYTHING to do with how you act to affect and improve the world??? (A: None)
I'm a big beast of a man with a girl inside. I *love* when I can toss that all aside and let HER out so that the particular lucky male gets to enjoy my hunger & feelings.
- MM
- Madame Moose - on my way to Anne
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ohhhhhhhh how wonderful.......I would really like to discuss this with someone experienced.....so if you have been there and done that so to speak..please send me a message...soooooo many questions......missy
I guess that is the ultimate fantasy for me along with having a GG friend. But that's all its ever been,just a fantasy. A girl can always dream though.
It's a great story. I bring back memories of the first time I spent an evening with a man. They make your heart melt and you have a different feeling.
Go through life being yourself with your head up and your heels and standards high
What a great story-you are very lucky. Something I have often fantasized about.
sounds like you had a grate time wish i could have a lovely time like you hugs paula
A great story
I was very nervous the first time with a man
Now I love and want to be the woman in the situation
And unfortunately the joke about men and lying really isn't a joke at all