Date: Mon, 19 May 2014 07:41:55 -0400 From: Jon Miller Subject: Being The Woman I Was Supposed To Be (TG) BEING THE WOMAN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE All my life I have been crossdressing as a woman and loving it. I feel more comfortable when wearing a bra, pantyhose, panties, heels, skirts, blouses, and dresses then I ever did when dressed as a man. Actually I hate being a man. I envy any and all females for the multiple choices they have when they get dressed in the morning or when they are getting ready to go out at night. Men's clothing is not only boring but "drab" as the styles, fabrics and colors don't really change like in female clothing. My roommate knows that I dress as a woman and prefers me to become that woman that lives inside me. Whenever I am dressed as a woman which by the way is becoming more frequent, he flirts with me, hugs me and gives me attention that only a woman would appreciate, and I appreciate it!!!!!!! The first time he saw me fully dressed was purely by accident. He was supposed to be going out of town on business but as he was on his way to the airport the business arrangements were cancelled so he just turned around and came home. I had just come out of my room fully dressed when he walked in the door and literally dropped his bags when he saw me. At first he thought I was his roommates' girlfriend but as soon as he saw my apprehension and fear he immediately knew who I really was. He then said that we should talk and have a drink (which I really needed at that point). Steve got us both our drinks and we sat down and he just was looking me over and couldn't get over the fact that I looked very sexy. My hair was shoulder length and had a deep chestnut color to it. I had on my make-up (what girl wouldn't put make-up on), my blouse was charcoal grey with long sleeves with a black pencil skirt and my 3 inch sling-back heels. Underneath all this I had on my black lacy 42C bra (with forms), black lacy panties and off black pantyhose. I had crossed my legs in a very feminine manner and Steve couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. At this point I was starting to become aroused but didn't want to spoil the illusion so I asked him if my appearance bothered (what a question), he said it did but not in the usual sense. We then started to talk, the more we talked the more drinks we had. Steve sat closer to me after the third drink and then he put his arm around me. We looked into each other's eyes, leaned into each other and we kissed (talk about a sensual moment). The kissing became intense and then the touching became something of importance. My right hand was on Steve's thigh and his left hand was on my left leg moving higher up my skirt. Steve started rubbing me through my panties and pantyhose and I was rubbing his cock through his pants. I broke the "assault" by sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of him on my knees and unbuckling his belt and sliding the zipper down so I could get his cock into my mouth. At this point I didn't know what size he was and I really didn't care, all I wanted at this point was to have his cock in my mouth. When his cock finally appeared I engulfed it like a woman possessed. I took his entire length, 7 inches into my hot, wet mouth and down my throat. I started to suck on this cock and let it slip from my throat but only until the head was almost out of my mouth. I held it there and started to bob my head up and down. Steve was moaning at this point so I re-doubled my efforts and before I knew it he blasted a huge load of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Oh how I loved that!!!!!! Girls, you know what I'm talking about, right????? I got up and smiled at Steve who smiled back and told me that was the best blow job he ever had. I then said to him that if he thought that was good then he has to try my "pussy". I looked at him and realized that he was wearing beige panties which made me even more excited than before. I asked him about it and he said that he liked wearing them because it kept him alert all day. We then went into his room and the love making ritual started all over again, but this time he started to undress me which I just loved. He asked me to leave my bra, pantyhose and heels on because I looked more like woman then a lot of women he knew. Oh how I loved hearing that. I did and he ripped a hole into my pantyhose so he could lick my "clit" which he did expertly and then he fucked me, first I was on all fours and then I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders and his cock buried deep in my ass. After that night Steve told me that I should become a woman, his woman and live 24/7. Who am I to argue!!!!! We now live as husband and wife and I keep him drained all the time. Steve has also started to cross dress and I love it when he wears his bra, garter belt, stockings, panties and heels. We look like two lesbians and to some extent, we are. Steve wants me to keep my "thingy" so he can suck on me but he also wants me to get breast implants which I am going to do. I have decided to get full C cups implants, for me that seems to be my perfect size. I have finally become the woman who lives inside me and is now out.