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I really do love wearing sexy panties
Is there any one else that wears sexy panties
Male to female transformation. You want this and so much more…..
Become a woman and feminize your mind to the point of no return
Once you start to feminize there is no way back.
I love it
I do
Wish I was
Yep I am. All ways
Yep
Male to female transformation. You want this and so much more…..
Become a woman and feminize your mind to the point of no return
Once you start to feminize there is no way back.
I want to be a girl
tight spandex and nylon are a sissies dream.
Love it
Yep
Clothes Maketh The Man - Part 14. The bride wore white.
If you’re looking for Part 1 it can be found here: http://yes-sadie100.tumblr.com/post/121831486262/clothes-maketh-the-man-part-1-she-made-me-try
I found myself staring at the bed. The dress was stunning. There was a complete set of lingerie, including corset, white stockings, an elaborate suspender belt, and waist high panties. While a part of me was reeling in panic, another equal part was intrigued.
The wedding dress almost called to me. “You know youwant to…”
I stepped back into the bathroom. The make up was laid out neatly. Sylvia knew exactly what she was doing. How could anyone resist this. More to calm myself than anything else I picked up a moisurizer and massaged it into my face. What on earth was I to do?
The deal with the advertising agency was likely the deal of a lifetime. It was a natural no brainer, but was the price my own humiliation? And was that price too high? Or was this what I wanted, at some level deep down in my soul.
I worked with the foundation, then some blush. My eyes are one of my best features and applying a dark blue sheen to the lids calmed me. Some mascara, a little toner at the sides of my face. While I worked at my make up to settle my mind I turned over possibility after possibility, and only when I found I had finished applying lipstick did I realize, of course, I had already made up my mind.
I put on the false eyelashes, so carefully prepared by Sylvia. I wondered how long she had taken to lay all this out. How on earth could she know I had done similar things before. The photographs she had found, so traitorously posted by Devina, spoke nothing of my skills in applying make up.
But then, of course she knew. My shame was the shame of one who had played with these things before. One who could not help himself. What further humiliation did she have in store for me? To be forced to do things by Devina was one thing, yet to willingly – hungrily – subject myself to this process was in a sense even more depraved.
The wig was human hair, brunette shoulder length with a slight curl. It settled on my scalp comfortably. I glanced in the mirror. The face looking back at me took my breath away. I retouched the lipstick, and to my surprise I realized I had become quite good at this.
Back in the bedroom I slowly pulled on the nylons. The suspender belt took a little time, as did the corset. I’d never had such an extensive wardrobe with which to play, though (and I groaned inwardly at the thought) Devina had dressed me in some lavish outfits. To the best of my knowledge though, this topped everything I’d worn before.
Before I stepped into the dress I walked about the room. The heels I had found in the closet were about three inches high. Neither too high to walk, nor soolow that they didn’t afford my bum that lift that is so unfamiliar to one born male. Only in heels did I feel myself truly dressed. The enforced openness of my bottom almost inviting intrusion and penetration.
I glanced into the full length mirror on the closet door and found myself transfixed by my reflection. I loked at the growing bulge in my white satin panties. I wanted to touch myself and bring relief from this excitement, but realized I mustn’t. Instead the excitement within my belly, the anticipation that was making my heart race, washed over me like a wave.
I held the dress against my body. It was beautiful. It had a high neckline, but the shape and breast forms within it told of a dress that had been specially prepared.
My heart was pounding as I stepped carefully into it. “Oh, god,” I groaned as I stepped into it and raised the silky garment. “It’s amazing!”
I pulled up the zipper, but knew I would have to ask for help to raise it completely. No doubt Sylvia would oblige in a few moments.
My erection was forcing itself into evidence and I could see it compromising the lines of the tight fitting dress. I pulled up the hem, lowered my panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Why not.,after all the excitement was almost too much to bear.
As I gently massaged I slowly inserted a finger in my ass. My breath quickened and I could feel my excitement grow more intense. Looking in the mirror I did not know who this person was, but she – Andrea – was beautiful. To say I was a turn on was an understatement.
A moment later I was interrupted by an insistent knocking on the door.
“Are you ready?” It was Sylvia. I reluctantly pulled my panties back up, rearranged myself and lowered the hem of the dress. I washed my hands swiftly and went to the door. When I tried it, it opened.
“Well, Andy… I must say…”
I said softly, “It’s Andrea.”
“Andrea. Yes, of course it is.” She looked at me, and walked around me inspecting me minutely. I felt her fingers draw the zipper up to the full extent of it’s travel.
“Very good. Very good indeed,” she cooed.
In front of me she inspected my make up. Then, quite unexpectedly she dropped to her knees. I felt her lifting the hem of the dress, and for a moment I thought she was about to give me a blow job. Had she done so I am sure I would not have lasted more than a moment, but that was not to be her entertainment this evening. Instead I felt her lift my foot and slide a garter from her wrist onto my ankle and then up my leg.
I saw the smile spread across her face as she looked at the front of my panties.
“Very good,” she said. “I think you are almost ready.”
I nodded, though my heart was pounding and my silent inner voice was crying out, “But for what?”
She took my hand and led me out into the corridor. We were a little way from the main rooms in the house, and as I prepared to totter along on my heels she handed me a neat bouquet that had been placed on a small table in the hallway. I held it at chest height with both hands and began my walk down the hallway ahead, the pounding of my heart drowning all other sensations out. Still there was no one looking.
“Don’t worry,” said Sylvia thoughtfully. “This is a big night for you. Of course you’re excited, but there’s no need to be afraid.”
A part of me appreciated the words, and then I wrestled with the reality of the situation. How could she say this? She had created this moment of deep oppressive humiliation. Inside me a voice answered say, “But is it humiliation, when you want it so badly?”
My breath was coming in short gasps.
“Oh wait,” said Sylvia. “I almost forgot.”
She quickly walked back to the room in which I had dressed, and returned a moment later. “We can’t have you going through with this without a veil!”
She fitted the gentle material of the veil, and as I looked out I felt a sense of calm descend on me. It was almost as if I could hide behind this flimsy fabric and enjoy anonymity. It felt surprisingly good. We continued our walk toward the main gallery of the house, and the large room in which I knew the party waited.
Before us were two large white doors, beyond which lay the room with the party goers.
“Ready,” asked Sylvia.
I didn’t say anything. What was there to say. She boldly pushed to doors open and before me I saw the fifteen or so men that had remained, and perhaps three women. They all turned to look at the door way andI could almost feel the intake of breath as they looked at me. Their faces were alight with excitement. It was not the usuall wedding excitement though. This was altogether more lustful.
Sylvia nudged me forward and I walked ahead, down the parted way between them toward a table ahead that was alter like. I could feel their eyes on me, probing, devouring me. They were like a hungry pack of animals, carnal and in need of satisfaction. As I walked forward and their heads followed me I hid behind the veil, and looked up.
Above the table, mounted on the wall was a flat screen television. It showed the interior of the room in which I had just dressed. I almost staggered but kept on walking, as I realized I had been observed even as my own passion had peaked into unresisting self gratification.
As I reached this make shift alter and turned to the gathered congregation I felt my humiliation was complete. I turned to face them, my shoulders back and my head held high.
If I thought my degradation was finally at it’s lowest depth, I would soon learn I was grossly mistaken.
If you are enjoying Clothes Maketh The Man please be sure to share it and comment. If you really love it, then you should probably be in my Feminization Program. Message me for details.
You can find an amazing array of crossdressing activities and resources that help you accept yourself, and create your desire here: http://FionaDobson.com
Oh yeah
Do you know any good places for trans people who dont really know what to do as they start their transition..?
Hi there! There are a lot of great organizations and Tumblr’s with good tips, if you check out my trans resources tag you’ll find a bunch of them!
http://profeminist.tumblr.com/tagged/trans-resources
8 Tips for Coming Out as Non-Binary
Trans and Non-Binary Resource Masterpost
http://transstudent.org
http://nonbinary-support.tumblr.com/
Trans Youth Support Network
TransgenderChild.net
TransYouth Family Allies
TransYouthEquality.org
Here’s a masterlist from @transteens101
General resources:
local resources
gender masterpost
LGBT social group meetups
agender chatroom
trans chatroom
transgender faq
Everything Gender Part 1 (Video)
Everything Gender Part 2 (Video)
The trans teen’s guide to dating
Literature with LGBT+ characters
LGBT+ Films
Transgender advice
family issues
Transgénero (Spanish article on all things trans)
Transgender Religious Expression and Spirituality
tips for living stealth (written for trans men but also applies for trans women)
gender therapy
Trans related terminology:
transwhat
transhealth
transgender glossary (this one’s a bit outdated)
transadvocate
becomingus (includes the dos and don’ts of using certain trans-related words)
transgender faq
list of gender identities
Glossary of Transgender, Non-Binary and Genderqueer Words
Definitions
Understanding your gender identity:
Gender identity flowchart
What is gender?
Understanding gender
What am I?
list of gender identities
Am I Transgender? (Video)
Being Trans (Video)
I Think I Might be Transgender, Now what do I do?
Pronouns:
What’s a pronoun?
Gender Neutral Pronouns (Video)
The Pronoun Place
Gender Neutral Language
How Non-Binary Pronouns Work
Guide to Non-Binary Pronouns
Gender Neutral Titles
pronouns
How to Correct People’s Pronoun and Name Slip-Ups
Intersex:
INSA
Advocates for Informed Choice
Interact Youth
What it’s Like (Video)
What is Intersex?
Intersex Definition
Male, Female, or Intersex
Nonbinary resources:
Nonbinary support blog
Unisex names
Living as Nonbinary (Spanish)
Genderqueer (Spanish)
Nonbinary Flowchart
Explaining Genderqueer
Genderqueer and Hormones (Video)
The Nonbinary Safespace
Nonbinary Autistics
Gender Queeries
Ask a Nonbinary
Nonbinary.org
Genderqueer ID
Hell Yeah, Agender!
A-Gender
Genderless Person (Video)
When no Gender Fits
Androgyne Online
Practical Androgyne
Ambiguous Sexuality
Neutrois.me
Neutrois.com
Neutrois Nonsense
What is Neutrois?
Experiences as Neutrois
Bigender Resources
What it’s Like Being Bigender
Demigender Safe Space
Demi Safe Spot
Introducing Demigender
Subgenders
Genderfluidity
Genderfluid Facts
Genderflux Support
Teaching About Gender Fluidity (PDF)
How can I Live as Genderfluid?
Genderfluid Definitions
Two Spirit:
2spirits
Who Are They?
Native American Concepts
Of Indigenous North Americans
As They Are
Two Spirits: The Story of a Movement
Other Cultural Based Genders:
Hijra Wikipedia
Hijra Takes place in Indian Law
Kathoey Wikipedia
Where the ‘Ladyboys’ are
Muxe Wikipedia
In Mexico, Mixed Genders and Muxe
Fa’afafines Wikipedia
Fa’afafines: The Third Gender
Transfeminine resources:
tucking masterpost
Tucking and other skills
trans women resources master post
Makeup for beginners
MtF resources
Ask a transwoman
Tucking and other skills
Male to Female Support
How to hide stubble
tucking forum and thread
Tucking How-to Guide
low budget diy breast forms [video]
Realistic Breast Form Tutorial (Video)
The Breast Form Store
How to make home made breast forms
Women’s Clothing Terminology
TheLeelahProject
surgery booklet
hrt booklet
Trans Health Matters: Trans Women
girl names + their meanings
etiquette for women’s bathrooms
MtF HRT
Hormones: A guide for MTFs
Hormone replacement therapy (male-to-female)
Transgender Hormones - Transgender Care
Feminizing HRT (for Male-to-Females) - Michele O'Mara, PhD
Sex reassignment surgery (male-to-female)
Vaginoplasty: Male to Female Sex Reassignment Surgery
Surgery: A guide for MTFs (PDF)
MTF GRS
MTF surgeries price list (this is just for one surgery centre but can give you an idea of the estimated cost of any surgeries)
Transmasculine resources:
The Art of Transliness
Ask a trans guy
What it’s like being on T
Transmasc tips
GC2B Binders
Swimwear binders
Binding : how to guide + safety
FTM masterpost
boy names + their meanings
Workouts to Promote a More Masculine Figure
Where to Get Men’s Clothes that Fit
Dealing with the Dreaded Period
Pros and Cons of Strap-On Sex for Trans Guys
Relationship Tips for Trans Guys
A Guide to STPs and Standing to Pee
To Pack or Not to Pack
Swimming as a Trans Guy
Packing and Packers 101
Everything You Need to Know About Binders and Binding
Using the Men’s Bathroom
All About Top Surgery and Nipples
Androgel Q & A
What to Expect from Testosterone and When
Risks and Dangers of Illegal Testosterone
Genital Changes on T
10 Common Myths about Medical Transition
FTM Testosterone Therapy Basics
FTM resource guide
FTM transitioning guide
effects of testosterone therapy
FTM Chest Reconstruction Surgeries (includes Spanish translation link)
Hysterectomy/Oophorectomy
FTM Genital Reconstruction Surgeries (GRS)
FTM Basics: Terminology
Myths and Misconceptions about Testosterone, Transition, and Trans Men
1 year on testosterone: timeline of changes
FtM HRT
Hormones: A Guide for FTMs (PDF)
The Philadelphia Centre for Transgender Surgery
Coming out:
coming out tips
Coming Out to Family and Friends
Coming Out to Friends
Coming Out to Partners
Resources for Coming Out
Coming Out as Nonbinary
When Should You?
How to Come Out to Parents
Tips and Advice (Video)
Coming out & family issues
How to Deal with Parents that are Not Accepting
Tips for Coming out and Dealing with People
Explaining Your Transition to Kids/Younger Family Members
Trans mental health:
Gender spectrum: mental health
More Subtle Dysphoria
Dealing with Dysphoria and Helplessness
8 Signs and Symptoms of Dysphoria
25 Ways to Ease Dysphoria
tips on coping with gender dysphoria
How do I deal with dysphoria?
how to cope with Gender Dysphoria
transselfies: a trans body positivity blog
How to Deal with Parents that are Not Accepting
Trans suicide hotline
emergency hotlines (U.S. only)
international emergency hotlines
Doubts, Decision, and Detransition
Trans Lifeline
Trans advice/resource/discussion blogs and sites:
Genderfork
Gender inbetween
anagnori
transgenderteensurvivalguide
transclothesexchange
transresource
the-lgbt-youth-blog
transcending-anatomy
transgenderhousingnetwork
Transyada
Susan’s Place
transwhat
transselfies
Nonbinary support blog
helpfultransinfo
trans tips
transgenderadvice
transgenderbenders
Hope that helps! Readers, free free to comment / reblog with suggestions, thanks!
Thank you . Some good info there
Clothes Maketh The Man - Part 14. The bride wore white.
If you’re looking for Part 1 it can be found here: http://yes-sadie100.tumblr.com/post/121831486262/clothes-maketh-the-man-part-1-she-made-me-try
I found myself staring at the bed. The dress was stunning. There was a complete set of lingerie, including corset, white stockings, an elaborate suspender belt, and waist high panties. While a part of me was reeling in panic, another equal part was intrigued.
The wedding dress almost called to me. “You know youwant to…”
I stepped back into the bathroom. The make up was laid out neatly. Sylvia knew exactly what she was doing. How could anyone resist this. More to calm myself than anything else I picked up a moisurizer and massaged it into my face. What on earth was I to do?
The deal with the advertising agency was likely the deal of a lifetime. It was a natural no brainer, but was the price my own humiliation? And was that price too high? Or was this what I wanted, at some level deep down in my soul.
I worked with the foundation, then some blush. My eyes are one of my best features and applying a dark blue sheen to the lids calmed me. Some mascara, a little toner at the sides of my face. While I worked at my make up to settle my mind I turned over possibility after possibility, and only when I found I had finished applying lipstick did I realize, of course, I had already made up my mind.
I put on the false eyelashes, so carefully prepared by Sylvia. I wondered how long she had taken to lay all this out. How on earth could she know I had done similar things before. The photographs she had found, so traitorously posted by Devina, spoke nothing of my skills in applying make up.
But then, of course she knew. My shame was the shame of one who had played with these things before. One who could not help himself. What further humiliation did she have in store for me? To be forced to do things by Devina was one thing, yet to willingly – hungrily – subject myself to this process was in a sense even more depraved.
The wig was human hair, brunette shoulder length with a slight curl. It settled on my scalp comfortably. I glanced in the mirror. The face looking back at me took my breath away. I retouched the lipstick, and to my surprise I realized I had become quite good at this.
Back in the bedroom I slowly pulled on the nylons. The suspender belt took a little time, as did the corset. I’d never had such an extensive wardrobe with which to play, though (and I groaned inwardly at the thought) Devina had dressed me in some lavish outfits. To the best of my knowledge though, this topped everything I’d worn before.
Before I stepped into the dress I walked about the room. The heels I had found in the closet were about three inches high. Neither too high to walk, nor soolow that they didn’t afford my bum that lift that is so unfamiliar to one born male. Only in heels did I feel myself truly dressed. The enforced openness of my bottom almost inviting intrusion and penetration.
I glanced into the full length mirror on the closet door and found myself transfixed by my reflection. I loked at the growing bulge in my white satin panties. I wanted to touch myself and bring relief from this excitement, but realized I mustn’t. Instead the excitement within my belly, the anticipation that was making my heart race, washed over me like a wave.
I held the dress against my body. It was beautiful. It had a high neckline, but the shape and breast forms within it told of a dress that had been specially prepared.
My heart was pounding as I stepped carefully into it. “Oh, god,” I groaned as I stepped into it and raised the silky garment. “It’s amazing!”
I pulled up the zipper, but knew I would have to ask for help to raise it completely. No doubt Sylvia would oblige in a few moments.
My erection was forcing itself into evidence and I could see it compromising the lines of the tight fitting dress. I pulled up the hem, lowered my panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Why not.,after all the excitement was almost too much to bear.
As I gently massaged I slowly inserted a finger in my ass. My breath quickened and I could feel my excitement grow more intense. Looking in the mirror I did not know who this person was, but she – Andrea – was beautiful. To say I was a turn on was an understatement.
A moment later I was interrupted by an insistent knocking on the door.
“Are you ready?” It was Sylvia. I reluctantly pulled my panties back up, rearranged myself and lowered the hem of the dress. I washed my hands swiftly and went to the door. When I tried it, it opened.
“Well, Andy… I must say…”
I said softly, “It’s Andrea.”
“Andrea. Yes, of course it is.” She looked at me, and walked around me inspecting me minutely. I felt her fingers draw the zipper up to the full extent of it’s travel.
“Very good. Very good indeed,” she cooed.
In front of me she inspected my make up. Then, quite unexpectedly she dropped to her knees. I felt her lifting the hem of the dress, and for a moment I thought she was about to give me a blow job. Had she done so I am sure I would not have lasted more than a moment, but that was not to be her entertainment this evening. Instead I felt her lift my foot and slide a garter from her wrist onto my ankle and then up my leg.
I saw the smile spread across her face as she looked at the front of my panties.
“Very good,” she said. “I think you are almost ready.”
I nodded, though my heart was pounding and my silent inner voice was crying out, “But for what?”
She took my hand and led me out into the corridor. We were a little way from the main rooms in the house, and as I prepared to totter along on my heels she handed me a neat bouquet that had been placed on a small table in the hallway. I held it at chest height with both hands and began my walk down the hallway ahead, the pounding of my heart drowning all other sensations out. Still there was no one looking.
“Don’t worry,” said Sylvia thoughtfully. “This is a big night for you. Of course you’re excited, but there’s no need to be afraid.”
A part of me appreciated the words, and then I wrestled with the reality of the situation. How could she say this? She had created this moment of deep oppressive humiliation. Inside me a voice answered say, “But is it humiliation, when you want it so badly?”
My breath was coming in short gasps.
“Oh wait,” said Sylvia. “I almost forgot.”
She quickly walked back to the room in which I had dressed, and returned a moment later. “We can’t have you going through with this without a veil!”
She fitted the gentle material of the veil, and as I looked out I felt a sense of calm descend on me. It was almost as if I could hide behind this flimsy fabric and enjoy anonymity. It felt surprisingly good. We continued our walk toward the main gallery of the house, and the large room in which I knew the party waited.
Before us were two large white doors, beyond which lay the room with the party goers.
“Ready,” asked Sylvia.
I didn’t say anything. What was there to say. She boldly pushed to doors open and before me I saw the fifteen or so men that had remained, and perhaps three women. They all turned to look at the door way andI could almost feel the intake of breath as they looked at me. Their faces were alight with excitement. It was not the usuall wedding excitement though. This was altogether more lustful.
Sylvia nudged me forward and I walked ahead, down the parted way between them toward a table ahead that was alter like. I could feel their eyes on me, probing, devouring me. They were like a hungry pack of animals, carnal and in need of satisfaction. As I walked forward and their heads followed me I hid behind the veil, and looked up.
Above the table, mounted on the wall was a flat screen television. It showed the interior of the room in which I had just dressed. I almost staggered but kept on walking, as I realized I had been observed even as my own passion had peaked into unresisting self gratification.
As I reached this make shift alter and turned to the gathered congregation I felt my humiliation was complete. I turned to face them, my shoulders back and my head held high.
If I thought my degradation was finally at it’s lowest depth, I would soon learn I was grossly mistaken.
If you are enjoying Clothes Maketh The Man please be sure to share it and comment. If you really love it, then you should probably be in my Feminization Program. Message me for details.
You can find an amazing array of crossdressing activities and resources that help you accept yourself, and create your desire here: http://FionaDobson.com
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I adore pink.
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