Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 16:59:00 +0000 (UTC) From: gt Subject: An Unusual Ad Copyright 2015 by the author. For private use. oldtxsub@yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: For adults only. Not for minors. Delete if illegal in your jurisdiction. This is a work of fiction. Author's note: Comments and suggestions most welcome. Please consider making a donation to the Nifty archive at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html that the only way this site stays up. ******************************* It was a strange ad even for Craig's list. Under casual encounters M for T and T for M where I usually browsed; "To be the Girl you have always wanted to be – reply to us. Mr. & MS X" I bypassed it as some joke or some kid trying to get someone they could harass. That had happened to me before when I answered an ad in this section. But I kept coming back to it. The truth was it was what I wanted, but it had to be a hoax or a trick. After two days of obsessing about the ad I decided to create an anonymous email address so I could find out, I had to – what if it was true – what if I could really be the girl I had always wanted to me. From the first day when I was 12, and I slid into my sisters panties and thigh hi stockings I knew. That WS MY SEXUAL AWAKENING, my first hard on and eventually my first orgasm. But I knew it was wrong, or at least that most people in those days my parents, the church and the schools thought it was wrong. But how could what felt so goo so right be wrong. But I buried it – for 40 years, two marriages and years of failed sexual relations. Sure I still had my hidden cache of panties; which included now bras, garter belts and even girdles. They were my solace my happy place and yes where I could achieve a sexual release – dressed I was aroused. BUT I WAS NOT all that I WANTED TO BE. I wanted to be the object of a Man's pleasure, I just never had had the nerve. I came close so many times – answering ads on craigslist, wandering around parks where I know men cruised – even as far as twice going to a man's apartment that I met on one of those sites – but then getting scared and backing out. Still I longed for the presence of a real Man to feel his power over me, to feel him inside of me, to take his seed and see his pleasure as he uses me. I could feel the arousal building as I stared at the blank message to Mr &Ms X, on the screen. Naked except for my tight black bikini panties I not the hand of wanted to say Yes I wanted to be a Girl, but could I finally ti was not asked the risk and give into my real desires. It seemed like maybe this was my last chance. Either do this or spend the rest of my life dressing and dreaming and only achieving release by my own hand. It seemed like a defining moment. I know that at 52 I looked silly wearing women's underwear – In no way would anyone call me feminine or a sissy. I am an amateur athlete. I run marathons, ride bike centuries and had completed two half-ironmans. But I didn't care how silly I looked when the urge came over me I was powerless to resist. Even now as I rubbed myself through the wonderful silky fabric on my panties, I felt the desire for release growing to a point of no return, soon my lovely panties would be sticky. I decided this was my last chance and began typing. "Mr & MS. X I saw your ad on Craig's list and I am interested in being the Girl I have always wanted to be. I hope this is a sincere offer. Please email me back. I hit send and with that felt a rush of excitement through my body. I knew that nest I would bring myself to a release. I needed to hurry. My sister that I lived with now would be home soon and I had to get dressed and finish the housework. I have been living with her since my last divorce. My ex left me with nothing after catching me dressed. She discovered my entire collection of woman's underwear. After the divorce that was about all, I had left from years of work and spending money on her and her expensive tastes. My sister took me in reluctantly because she knew what had happened. My ex-had sent her and our old friends the pictures she had taken of me when she caught me. Just as I was about to log off, I heard the tone of a message in my inbox. There it was from mrmsx489@yahoo.com. "If you are genuinely interested, send us a picture, dressed. If we like what we see and believe your sincerity, we will contact you. This is a commitment, not a game. Mr&MS X"