Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 19:43:42 +1000 (EST) From: Egbert Smithe Subject: "Caroline Says" for the Transvestite section My panties were off, my legs were spread back over my head and he was pushing his tongue deep into my TV pussy. I could see his heavy thick cock ready and big balls hanging. At last I was going to be a real girl. But this all began many years before mincing around when my parents were out in "borrowed" clothes. As a teenager I lay in bed at night planning my outfits -- I had a real thing about hotpants and still do. I imagined dressing for the really hot boys at school, but I knew that if they knew I was a TV fag they would most likely beat me up rather than have sex with me. Of course it was the hot boys in the football team I yearned for the most. Occasionally I wore panties to school under my male clothes, which was risky -- being found out would have meant years of ridicule. When I was 14 the neighbours went away on holidays and desperate to have a place to express my feminine self I broke into their house. The wife and daughter's clothes were a treasure trove of feminine things, panties, stockings, high heels, nightgowns, slips, skirts, bras and makeup. I spent hours in front of the mirror prancing, strutting and mincing. The look of my cock framed by stockings and garter belt drove me wild with desire and of course turned my mind to finding some cock to play with. One day while in their house their older son, who was in the navy unexpectedly came into the house. Terrified I hid in a closet, heart pounding and waited for him to go. To be found out seemed like a fate worse than death. He rattled around for awhile and then came into the room I was hiding in and stood naked in front of the mirror holding his erect cock. I watched him through the crack in the closet door as he slowly masturbated. As he came, his beautiful round butt was quivering, and he spurted cum across the mirror. Without touching myself, I came involuntarily at the same time, filling my panties with cum. From this time on I knew that I was a gay transvestite and wanted meet sexy guys. My teen years were spent in the tortured closet, until an older woman called Rosemary who lived nearby and was like an aunt to me asked me about my sexuality. I felt I could trust her and I told her all. She was full of advice about what goes with what, and swung into action and bought me a wardrobe. We would go shopping together, I would point out what I wanted and she would buy it. I spent many happy hours trying on outfits at her place and she always encouraged me to be myself. It was her idea that my dressed name would be Caroline -- a name I still use. But I knew that to be fulfilled I had to leave town away from my parents and experience life and love and sex in the way I yearned for. And here I was living my own life with a really hunky guy with a smooth muscular body and full of desire for little old me. And why not -- My ass and legs looked hot in my tiny mini skirt and I looked sultry in my flaming red wig. As soon as he saw me at the club he couldn't resist my TV charms. I felt the tip of his cock begin to press into my TV pussy which opened wide with anticipation, as my nipples ached and TV clitty throbbed wildly. It was the culmination of a long journey of discovery and the beginning of a whole new one.