Youthful Extremes!

I found my act of being a "girl" for my neighbor to be the most confusing experience of my young life. (I reluctantly admit my age was barely that in which I could "legally" engage in the naughty "acts" that occurred!) I also learned the fact that men want "sex" in the worst way and would lie and/or do whatever they could to "get it". His offer to me to dress at his home and perhaps take photos of me modeling my "prom" dress was as hollow as a drum. My innocence was lost much sooner than I would have ever imagined. I never knew how badly he wanted to have me sexually and have his "piece of ass" (me!) I must have somehow unconciously wanted what happenned to happen - because in spite of my strong latent feelings of guilt about my actions - I must admit that after that day - I found the "memory" of what happenned to be very moving. I masturbated constantly in the days after - when I would think about the sexiness of my role that day.    I vividly remember the taste of his pre-cum and the effect that my lips had on his cock. I'll never forget being caressed and even kissed - even though I reacted his kisses so negatively and in such a homophobic manner. I'll never forget the feeling and power of being penetrated anally and taking a man like a woman "there". I was becoming a bit obsessed with who I "really was" but I at least needed to accept that when I was dressed - I was expressing my "true" feelings - at least as a "female". Perhaps it was a defense mechanism such as denial - but I was at least willing to accept that dressed as a woman - I could "act" like a woman. In this case my actions included reacting to a man in a very overtly sexual way. I found my personality and willingness to be submissive quite different as well. Dressed as a female turned me into a very passive "pleaser". I became one who was not confrontational and became very submissive in the way a girl would make a man happy. I fondly remember "the kiss" he gave me and how magical it was - yet I panicked when it happenned. It was the kiss and not the sex that seemed to fascinate me the most. I think it was the kiss that returned me to his arms months later. My acceptance in his arms that second time proved to be every bit as magical as I imagined it would. Being kissed and french kissed drove me as crazy as having me please him with my mouth or having him inside my derierre! Having his cock all the way up my ass while being french kissed was so physically and so emotionally charged for me that I came like a crazy woman every time it happened! Being valued and cherished for my "softness and femininity" was what was most thrilling and wondrous. When I returned to him I would wear a sexy silk nighty - so I looked completely female. He was happy "indulge me" and to enjoy the illusion as well - as long as he could have my sexy ass!

I "discovered" that I very much enjoyed the art of pleasing and being the "object" of a man's "true" affections!

Being a "girl" for my neighbor was beginning to happen every month. I was happy to be able to "dress" there and to have the acceptance that I never imagined that I could have. Cross Dressing and Transvestism always seemed to have such negative connotations in the world. Being appreciated and loved for who I was - became such a reinforcer for me at my young age. I certainly learned "to each their own" and found my acceptance of all minorities (including all races, lesbians, gays etc.) to change for me in very positive ways. The secret to life was really about the ability to express oneself in a healthy way. Even though I was doing things that some people felt were perverse and demented - I was doing so in the privacy of my lover's home and being loved for being a sexy, pretty, smooth skinned, sensual "female creature" who reacted in very sensual and in loving ways that brought great pleasure to the both of us. Though he was a bit of a slease and was cheating on his wife with me - I was quite flattered - as he claimed I was a far better lover than his wife. He also claimed to enjoy time with me far more than with her. Whatever the truth was - I did enjoy those "loving times" in his embrace and in pleasing him - because he probably didn't know how much it pleased me - emotionally and spiritually - to find "complete" acceptance - for who I am. I could "arrange time with him" anytime I wanted - as long as he could get away from his wife who worked days. It made the occasional rendevous pretty easy to plan! All good things seem to have to come to an end sooner or later. In our case it was sooner. One late Thursday afternoon we were upstairs in the bedroom and he was fucking me on "their" bed. I was wearing 5" red high heels and a sexy red silk see thru teddy. I was moaning from havingi his cock plunging rapidly inside me and my ankles spread in his hands - when she walked in on us. She screamed "You ass hole! Get out of here! Get out!" She had had it with "him". She ran downstairs and left us there. He was panicked. I was even more afraid. Disheveled - I grabbed my things and went downstairs wobbling in just heels and my teddy - panties back on - and locked myself in the bathroom. I needed to change and get out - yet didn't know what to do! I grabbed a wash cloth and baby oil and removed my make-up in a panic and removed my wig. I threw my bag out the window and now dressed in my male clothes followed suit! I ran to my house and to the basement. I sat scared in the dark swearing to myself that I'd never dress again! They were divorced in a few months. "She never knew the "woman" was me. He moved away and I never saw him again until he contacted me about this video and the incredibly sexy photos that you see here! I reflect and thank him for all of his "support" though in hindsight all he wanted was the great sex. The relationship though brief worked for both of us. I truly "forgot" about the entire relationship and the five times we had "sex" after being "caught" by his wife. In my head I believed never had sex with a man until I did so after dating a man as a woman. (First Time) Now I actually acknowledge that my "first time story" was really my second "relationship" of this type! I know now that pleasing is a good thing and that "sharing" our history and experiences can truly be something to learn from - and can be QUITE SEXY to recall!

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