Connie at an Adult Bookstore

Disclaimer: The following story is not intended for minors. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or it is not legal in your place of residence, please close the document now. If not, I hope you enjoy my attempt at entertaining you with stories of my adventures.

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Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Connie and I am a 40-something transgender woman. I live part of my life as a man, but I enjoy spending most of my free time practicing the art of female illusion. To me there is nothing more exciting than taking a long bubble bath, shaving from head to toe, carefully applying makeup, selecting the right outfit for the day/evening, and going out to take on a new adventure.

I first discovered the joys of cross-dressing in my early teens, trying on my sister's clothes and pantyhose. As I got a little older and moved on to college, I was able to explore my femme side even further. It was here that I started dressing completely and practicing with makeup. I also discovered my fondness for pleasing men and I was fortunate to have some great experiences in those four years. But college still didn't give me the complete freedom I needed to be Connie, so I couldn't wait to finish school and get my own place.

I had a job lined up when I graduated and found an apartment not too far from work. When I wasn't working, I was either out with friends or at home playing dress up. I tried to balance my social life with my time expressing my femme side. Sometimes I would spend the whole weekend dressed up and trying on different clothes. But something was missing from my life. I tried to date some of the women at work or someone I met at a bar, but it just didn't feel right. I realized I wanted to be with guys again, but I had no idea where to meet someone interested in a cross dresser. I had heard of a few gay bars in the area, but I was too afraid of running into someone I knew.

Then for some reason, I thought it would be cool if I got dressed and went to an adult bookstore. I had stopped by a couple bookstores close to the airport after I was out drinking with a group from work. Seeing all the magazines and sex toys was a big turn on. I was especially turned on by the gay and shemale magazines. This was before the internet became popular, so this was my only form of pornography to help me jack-off.