Imagination and fantasy can be a wonderfulescape as I am about to relate to
you but let me first set the stage. Like many, I have been crossdressing
privately for many years. My desire to wear panties, stockings, garter
belts, slips and bras started in my pre-teens however, I stopped for a
number of years. It was only after my job took me on the road did I start
back. At first I wore panties under my "normal" clothes, then nightgowns --
always with lace and ruffles -- to sleep in and then bras to make the
nighies fit properly. The one thing that escalated my crossdressing was the
internet. The internet allowed me to buy whatever I wanted in female attire
and remain faceless. Gradually my wardrobe expanded to the point where
even a true female would marvel at my selection of nightgowns, robes,
teddies, slips-full and half, garter belts, stockings, pantyhose, dresses,
skirts, blouses, sweaters, heels and of course panties. I was also able to
get items that would help alter my appearance like makeup, silicone breast
enhancers and wigs.
One night sitting in a hotel room I came across a web site for shemales. I
looked down at my body covered by a pink nightgown, robe, ruffled pink
rhumba panties, a bra filled with silicone and thought that sounds like
me. After endless clicking to avoid cookies I was finally able to see a
shemale. She wasn't at all like me, she was beautiful! After looking at
several, one came up and I feel madly in love with her. According to the
information her name was Barbie. Her blond hair and blue eyes were goreous.
Her breast were perfect and her legs went up to a nice surprize. Night
after night I would dream of Barbie laying next to me. I would do anything
to please her. After a while, I went on line and bought a dildo so I could
imagine Barbie was fucking me. My fantasies went wild as I went deeper into
wanting to please her. It evolved into me as her sissy slave.
On the nights I was on the road, after dinner I would take out what I was
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