I'm a 53 year old crossdresser with a dad bod. I'm not new here. I've actually been around for years but I've deleted more profiles out of shame than I could begin to count. Why? I'm anything but what society says I should be.
I love the pretty. I sexualize everything and always see myself as the bottom, the sub, the beta, the least manly and in control person in every room. Yet I somehow am still not as submissive and subservient as I feel I am deep down inside and how I should present to others.
I don't want to be the man. I don't want to be A man. I'm probably trans, to be honest. I'm definitely more interested in hearing "good girl" than anything that imagines I'm even a little bit masculine. I do wear women's clothes almost 24/7, even at work and out and about. Nothing too feminine but I'm down to a few men's t-shirts, shorts, and button-up shirts. Everything else is women's. I moved a few months ago and my neighbors have definitely noticed how often I wear skirts.
In an ideal world, I would be a Man's stepford wife. I would LOVE to wear dresses everyday and cook, clean, shop, and generally care for my husband. Traditional gender roles for anyone who sees me as a woman. Give me a strong Man to direct the household and see how fucking clean His house can be. His pleasure and satisfaction would drive every minute of every day for me.
And this leads me to two other things that I never thought I would care about. The first is the wedding dress. OMG!! I would absolutely beg my future husband to marry me in a white, lacy dress. Full pettiskirt, brushing the floor, gloves, and a veil. Little butterflies or pearls in my hair and full, gorgeous makeup. I can imagine my smile and every witness would see me blushing and fidgeting as I pledge myself to Him.
The second is pregnancy. This is where I know my fantasy can't take me but it doesn't stop me from dreaming. He takes me so thoroughly and so forcefully that even nature can't fight Him. I work to please him by accepting every inch of his length and girth but it hurts. It never stops hurting. How can it not hurt? He's so big and strong and is a predator that can't be tamed. He needs me as much as I need Him. And from that comes the miracle that only a True Man can accomplish. My body accepts His seed and His passion and desire overcomes all truth and fertilizes me. He makes me a mother. His power grants me the greatest gift I could ever hope for.
And, for the extra depravity and fantasy of it all, my bloodline will end. My Man is not white. If I'm to be honest with myself, my blonde haired, blue eyed genes will be conquered by the dominant genes of the brown or black Man who has seen my weakness and desire to serve Him. My gift to Him is to end the white race through His supremacy. My hips will carry the children of our superiors and my breasts will feed the next generation. I will give birth to and feed the future of the world and it will not be white.
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