Autumn’s Kinky Alphabet C

C is for Crossdressing Even when I was a little girl I loved playing dress up. Of course I loved putting things on myself, but I also really enjoyed dressing up my brothers and their friends. I was a very convincing young thing. I could talk the most hetero guy into putting on lipstick and a dress just by being cute. As I’ve gotten older I’ve honed my skills a bit. I’ve also learned that there are some boys that enjoy being dressed up. The day I learned that my heart was full. What is sexier than a man in something frilly and lacy and pink? I’m not just talking about panties. I’m talking full outfits. Panties, bras, stockings, dresses, heels, wigs, makeup. The whole deal! I love picking out the perfect outfit for my breathing paperdolls. I love the blushing that starts to happen when the guy realizes how much he’s enjoying the sensation of the girly fabrics against his skin. I love seeing how his body language changes from almost macho into something more feminine as he gives me more and more control. I love stripping all of that masculinity as I add each new piece of clothing. He’s giving me all of this power and the more he gives the more I want. Once I see how hard my outfit has made you then all hope is gone, little sissy. You’re in trouble and should be nervous about what happens next.