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| "From Boy to Girl to Woman!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| My True First Experiences as a Woman! By Cari Christi |
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| It was a scene that was so mystical and erotic, that it was so much like a dream. The mirrors on the wall reflected an undeniable truth. I wasn’t quite sure if the beautiful woman reflected was me or some other stunning European Blonde Lingerie Model. All I knew was that she was so pretty and so feminine. Her smooth white skin and slim model like body was right out of the Frederick’s of Hollywood Catalogue. I was entranced and in “love” with her yet “she” was with a handsome man who was naked and was caressing her in ways quite naughty. “The beautiful lingerie model was a stunning blonde in high bright red high heels. She wore nothing but a silken red see through and frilly lace bustierre that narrowed her waist yet lacked the matching panties that went with the erotic, tantalizingly sensual “outfit”. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "The infamous red bustierre!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| "So hard to believe" I was "that" naive! | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| “He was kissing her lower back and “she” seemed lost in sensual delight. Was it the drinks or was what I was seeing quite real? | ||||||||||||||||||||||
"From Boy to Girl” Several hours earlier I had been preparing myself for my first “real date” with a man. I have dressed in feminine clothing very secretively since as long as I could remember. I now had my first apartment and at age 17, I had just started college. I dated girls on Friday nights yet on Saturdays found myself dressing as a female because it was so powerful and so erotic. On this day and night I would indulge myself in my feline pursuits. As a teen, I had collected almost a closet full of female clothing, several wigs and a dozen or so high heels over the years. I had all kinds of make-up, false eyelashes, glue on fingernails, stockings, and every feminine under thing practically known to man. I so enjoyed “dressing” and for most of the summer I had gone out to “Jacques” on Saturday Nights dressed fully as a woman. I did it because I loved the wondrous emotions and sensations of being, looking like, and feeling like a sexy, very attractive woman. The beautiful “Girl” with a big cock really turned me on! |
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| I am five feet five inches tall and weigh a well exercised 130 pounds. As you can see from my trim shape and these photos, my lithe shape and feline body is “by design.” I work hard, as I eat carefully, and believe in details ranging from painting each toenail carefully to even eating very little before I dress. As you see form these two photos, I find the male-female contrast to be so striking and almost hard to believe. I think that I have done well in my skill and ability to transform myself from a boy into a "girl". When I am in high heels I think I look model-like slim and I am also blessed with a sexy bubble butt like derriere, a narrow waist, flat tummy and a cute feminine nose. I do have masculine features that I hide with the way I dress – but I have become almost completely passable when I am not “overdressed” in a teensy mini skirt or in overly sexy, heavy make-up. | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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