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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My TV life has been long, perhaps too long, but my experiences have been many. Not all good experiences unfortunately but the good times do override the bad.
1971 saw me building on my first few years of being, for whatever reason, addicted to dressing more and more as a girl.
No internet and as far as I was aware there wasn't a future because I couldn't understand what I was doing or why I was doing it.
My sisters skirts and blouses etc. were a good fit and I'd managed to acquire some platform shoes with 4" heels. No make up but my own long blonde hair was extremely useful and perfectly adequate.
I had used the local park at late night, sneaking out after family had retired to bed, and enjoyed walking in the park. It seemed that,although in those days I was sexually excited when dressed, that the excitement wasn't the primary reason for being a female impersonator, which is what I thought I was. I did however frequently masturbate and ejaculate before returning home and always felt quite deflated and guilty afterwards. However it was as I was in the throws of ejaculation one night that a man, whom I was to become friendly with for about a year,actually walked round a corner and nearly bumped into me.
A shock for me obviously but something he seemed to take in his stride. I was about to run when he said" hang on. I'm not going to hurt you. Please relax and pull yourself together".
He took me to a park bench and started asking me all sorts of things. I did relax and enjoyed his company.
It turned out he was a tv admirer although when he said the word transvestite I didn't really understand what he meant. We arranged another meet and I turned up a week later as agreed. I only had tights and platex pants which were good at restraing my male bits. A short skirt, blouse and jacket and I was good to go.
We just walked and talked and before parting he asked if he could kiss me. I said ok and thought it would be like a goodnight peck but after an initial couple of soft pecs he kissed me like he would a real girl. Goodness, my heart was pounding and I did get very erect.
From there the friendship grew and on each meeting we took things a little further.
He said after one night that he would love to spend an evening with me. I had masturbated him and he had got me to give him oral, although he hadn't actually cum inside my mouth at this stage.
Three or four months later my parents and young brother and sister were to go on a weeks holiday to Butlins. I mentioned to Tony that if he wanted to come around for a couple of evenings we could be as he was asking for, i.e a bf/gf session.
He arrived the first evening and I was dressed in an outfit belonging my sister. We spent four hours just chatting, listening to music and kissing as well as doing what we had done on our previous meetings. It felt so good.
At the end of the evening he said he would call back on the Wednesday and would bring with him a new dress, a set of underwear and some make up. He told me I was special and that he was going to give me a special night.....
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