First Time Cross-dressing or I did not know I had a disorder

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First Time Cross-dressing or I did not know I had a disorder

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I am not sure if I should be embarrassed, ashamed, depressed about my condition. For years, I knew I had this condition but did not think it was anything to be a worry. No one could tell if I had a sick. To my wife, family and co-workers I seemed normal. In the beginning the symptoms of my illness was not apparent. As my condition progressed I kept it a secret. For years, I worried that my illness would be discovered. I did not think my condition was serious, but I wanted to keep it a secret.

My secret was I like to dress in woman clothing. I did this for years without any consideration that there was something wrong with my actions. Last year just for grin and giggles I Goggled, Cross-dressing disorder. Psychology Today said cross-dressing escapades was an illness atypical for bipolar disorder.

Bipolar disorder leads to extreme behavior and extreme sexual behavior is a symptom. Hypersexuality it is called and it "may include decreased inhibitions or a need for forbidden sex" as stated in About.com. It doesn't matter is if it is cross-dressing, sadomasochism, prostitution, compulsive sex, pedophilia or rape. On the internet I could find only three or four articles that dealt with the subject. 

The encyclopedia of mental disorders stated another term for tranvestic fetishism is cross-dressing. In the mental health professional’s handbook, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorder, fourth edition, (DSM-IV-TR) groups tranvestic fetishism as a paraphilias.

Paraphilias are a group of mental disorders characterized by obsessional with unusual sexual practices or with sexual activity involving nonconsenting or inappropriate partners.

Yet another article said,

One of the hardest concepts for many people to comprehend is that "sex" and "gender" are distinct and separate. For the majority of humanity individual gender identity and behavior is synchronous with apparent physical sex. A more simplistic way to put it is that "sex is between the legs; gender is between the ears." For the individual with Gender Identity Disorder physical sex and psychological sex (i.e., "gender") are in some degree of conflict. Because this often leads to peripheral psychological disturbances and a general unhappiness with one's life, this condition is sometimes alternatively referred to as "Gender Dysphoria." Dysphoria being the polar opposite of "euphoria."

Despite the inclusion of gender disorders in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illness (DSM-IV) and its counterpart International Classification of Diseases (ICD-10), these problems are rather confusingly NOT considered "mental illnesses" by the medical community. It should also be noted that the publisher of the DSM has not explained why gender disorders fail to meet their own definition of "social non-conformity."

My secret was I liked sucking cock and eating pussy. That makes me a bisexual. Bisexuality has not been considered a mental disorder or dysfunction. My disorder or dysfunction was related to a little fetish that I developed. My fetish was dressing in woman clothes in order to met men for sex. Yes, I was a cock-sucking, sissy, slut, fag cross-dresser.

I wanted to find out more about my condition and went to a local University in California that has a Bipolar Disorders Clinic. The clinic was part of the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences School of Medicine. The clinic offered treatment, manage clinical trials and neuroimaging studies, lecture and taught seminar courses.

Bipolar disorder leads to extreme behavior and extreme sexual behavior was said to be a symptom. My dressing was called hyper sexuality, "may include decreased inhibitions or a need for forbidden sex." Cross-dressing was included with sadomasochism, prostitution, compulsive sex, and pedophilia.

Transvestite dresses for two different reasons. First reason was to seek to intensify sexual excitement during intercourse. The second reason someone cross-dresses was associated with a gender identity problem. I dressed for the first reason. I had to admit I achieved sexual excitement by cross-dressing made me me a transvestite.

In many surveys and research has determined Transvestites were not necessarily homosexual. The surveys reported many transvestites were straight men who enjoyed only meeting females. One surveys estimated that 80% of are heterosexual having no desire meeting a bisexual or gay man. This leaves only 20% of Transvestites who are bisexual or gay and enjoying meeting other for adult role-playing. I considered myself in the 20% of Transvestites.

My fetish started when I was an adult in my 50s. I was a bisexual when for the first time I dressed to meet a stranger for sex. Craig's       list was an excellent place to post a personal advertisement no strings attached meeting. I posted to the personal section for erotic encounter, male4male, in Orlando, Florida. My post was short and to the point,

53 married white male seeks male to give head, nothing in return.

A few days later I received an email from a stranger from San Diego.

His email stated, "Hi my name is Ray 35 straight white married, and will visit Orlando in a few weeks. I saw your post on Craigslist and wanted to to meet you. I am a straight man and looking to receive oral and not giving oral. I just need my cock sucked. Hope that you would OK for you."

Craigslist Casual Encounters section (where people go on to meet with strangers and have anonymous sex) was a good place for meeting strangers from the Internet. I took the time to exchange emails with the stranger to make sure he was serious about meeting. Exchanging a few emails allowed me to ask and receive answers making sure we had the same interests, me dressing and him an admirer. 

I responded, "Ray's thanks for your email and interest. I am interested in meeting you. I am fifty-three years old, 5'-10" and 210 pounds, about twenty-five pounds heavy but not fat. I am clean-shaven, short gray hair, glasses. I would like to make sure you are OK with my age and my height to weight, Roger.” I have talked with many men on-line; some had issues with age or with being overweight. Some men are seeking a 'Ten' to let them suck their cock. I like to think I am a 'Three' to 'Five', on a 'Ten' scale. I might not stand out with admirable looks but many men said I gave excellent oral service.

I like meeting men and being their fantasy. Many straight, married men like to receive oral intercourse. With their eyes shut, they do not mind if it is a male or female giving them head. I am also a man and think I know what men like, a blowjob and then cumming in a warm, wet mouth, swallows the other person your load. I offer a man a service, free. I will suck their cocks, and they climax in my mouth then tell me to swallow.

Rays next email back said, "Roger, I do not care about your age or your weight; I need someone to suck my cock. My motel room will be available on Friday evening. Do you know any transvestite? My fantasy is to meet a chick with a dick." Asking if I knew a Tranny was a strange question. It sounded like that Ray wanted a threesome.

My next email to Ray, "Ray I do not know any she-males, but I can check around and will let you know. If I found a chick with a dick, I would like to suck her off or maybe bend over and get fucked by one.”

Ray responded, "Roger I did not know you were a bottom. What would be really hot is to fuck the She-male while she blows you, then watch her fuck you as you blow me."

Ray and I were exchanging several emails daily. After exchanging phone numbers, my phone rings at work. Ray was calling me. First question after hello, Ray said, "Do you swallow or spit?” That was a direct question from Ray, but I understood why he was asking.

I responded boastfully, "I like letting a man shoot off in my mouth and having him tell me to swallow his load." By the sound of his voice, he seemed pleased with my answer.

Ray continued, "Good; I am a straight man, and not interested in sucking any cock. I like the sound of your posting you are what I need." Ray continued his questions; he asked, "Did you find a chick with a dick yet?" I received his email last late last night and had not started looking for a Tranny.

I responded, "No, not yet; I will check Craigslist today. You know that most, she-males charge money. I am willing to split the cost with you."

Ray scoffed, "No, not fine. You need to find a chick with a dick to meet us, and one who does not charge. I fancy seeing the Tranny sucking your cock; I take her from the rear. Then I would like to see her cock fucking your man-cunt." Ray was graphic about what he wanted. From our conservation, it appeared the sight of a man in woman clothes turned on Ray.

Remembering a few years back, I met a man and a Tranny for some wild, passionate sex. If Ray wanted a threesome, I was going to make that happen. After Ray's phone call, I started my search on Craigslist for a chick with a dick. I found several in the local area, sending them all an email. The next day, I received an email from Crystal, a thirty-five-year-old transvestite with silicone breasts. Crystal lived about thirty miles from the town I lived. Crystal provided her phone number to call confirming our meeting arrangements. When I called her, it rang six times, and I wondered if I had the correct phone number. Finally, when someone answered the phone, I said, "Crystal, Roger."

Crystal answered in a low, soft whisper, "Oh, hi sweetie; so good of you to call. What can I do for you?"

Not wanting to catch her at a bad time, so I asked, "Crystal, is this a good time to talk?"

Crystal replied, "Sure Roger; I just got out of bed and fixed my first cup of coffee."

The conversation was going as planned I continued, "So, are you OK meeting Ray and me on Friday night?"

Crystal stretching her words said, "Oh yes sweetie; both of my holes love to be filled."

I was excited about having a threesome with Ray and Crystal. I had one question I needed to ask but was not sure how to put in in words, I blurted, "Crystal, do you charge when you meet someone?"

Crystal replied, "Oh no sweetie; I am always free."

I was glad Crystal was not a professional. She was what Ray was seeking. I replied, "Great Crystal, Ray and I are not looking for a professional, just someone who likes to meet men and indulge in some fun."

Crystal responded, "I love having fun, and with the two of you, there are more possibilities. I am versatile. You two meet me at my place." Crystal said with a playful sound in her voice. Crystal continues, "Now Ray is the straight guy who wants to fuck me, and you are a bottom that likes to give head?"

I responded, "Yes that sums it up, and I also like to give head."

The meeting was scheduled for seven PM at Crystal's house on Friday night. I sent Ray a text message giving him Crystal's facts. She was thirty-five TV, 40D, seven inches cut, versatile.' Crystal provided a photograph that showed that she has large silicone boobs and a male member, a chick with something extra. Ray was all excited about meeting Crystal. The plan to meet as threesome was set.

On the Thursday evening, Ray called saying, "Roger, bad news; my meeting has been postponed. I am now arriving on Monday."

I said, "No problem Ray, I will reschedule."

I called Crystal to update her on the change of Ray's arrival date. She apologized, but she was going to be out of town on Monday and could not change her plans. I called Ray back, and I told him, "Ray; Crystal will be out of town on Monday night. She cannot change her plans. It looks likes is going to be you and me."

Ray, in an upset and loud voice, said, "Roger, you will come up with another, she-male."

Taken aback from his outburst and demand, I said, "I have tried I cannot find one available. I did find one, but she wants two hundred dollars an hour.

I moved to the mirror on the wall saying, "No shit," but I could not see the red brassiere.

Ray laughed saying, "Do not worry Roger; I was just kidding. However, you are a real turn on with your sissy things. You are a good cock sucker not you are a good cocksucking bitch." The humiliating words stung. Ray continued, "Feeling your nylon clad legs rubbing my cock, and the lap-dance, wow. I just needed that sweet ass of yours. I hope you did not mind, slut." I looked at a Ray; he had a silly smile on his face. I responded, "Yes that was kind of hot. That was my first time to give a lap dancing. You felt good inside me, but you did not use a condom." Ray admitted, "Yes, I bought one and intended to use it, but you were so hot in the pantie hose; I just could not wait to fuck your ass. I hope you do not mind I am clean."

I scolded, "You should have used a condom if you were going to shoot in me. However, I am clean too." As I said this, I could feel his man juice ooze out, and entered the bathroom to clean up again.

I received a text message from Ray, "I want to meet you tonight."

I sent a text message back, "Sure, what do you fancy me to wear this time?"

Bait and Switch

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Bait and switch II

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This a short story that  was about what I told a stranger from an online adult chat room, it could influence your real life.  We think we can sit in the privacy of our home chatting with strangers about our personal lives and think we are safe.  I was a little naive about the dangers of chatting and posting with strangers about  my actual sexual fantasies.  I would go online and just for kicks go to cross-dressing chat rooms to engage others on the subject.  I told strangers, I enjoyed cross-dressing in the privacy of my home.  I mentioned I was a closet cross-dresser; admitting I liked dressing as a woman.  Like most married cross-dressers, I was a heterosexual with sexual fantasies of men forcing me to give men oral sex.  I would tell men I met in the chat rooms that I would like to be the center of attention of a gang-bang.  

My chatting with men online was all harmless fun.  Some of the men I chatted with online were admirers[and they tried talk me to meeting them.  I would cybersex online telling them how I like to give oral sex and that I was a virgin bottom waiting for a man to take my cherry. 

One night I was chatting with an admirer.  We chatted about cross-dressing and about other topics.  I had an interest in stereo sound systems and mentioned in one of my conservation I was in the market for a Cary SLP-98P tube pre-amplifier.  The stranger did not know much about stereo equipment and changed the subject for lack of interest.  The stranger changed the conservation from talking about stereo equipment to talking about my cross-dressing fantasies.

A few days later, Craigslist there was a posting to sell a used Cary SLP-98P tube per-amplifier like the one I wanted to buy.  I sent an email reply asking for more information about this per-amplifier.  The person who placed the advertisement responded saying his name was Bob.  Bob responded telling me the price and giving me his address.  We made an appointment to meet the next night, which was Saturday.  When I arrived at his address, there were four cars parked in the driveway causing me to park in the street.  Bob met me at the door showing me to the den where there were three other men watching college football.  One man asked if I wanted to join them for a beer. 

At that moment, the phone rang and Bob excused himself to answer the call.  I did not want to be unfriendly in front of the strangers and accepted a free beer.  We watched the action on a 52” big flat screen TV.  At a commercial break, one of the men switch the ball game to heterosexual porn movie.  The men watched the porn movie until the PIP showed the game was back in action.  They watched the game until the next commercial when the porn was again showing].  The men watched the porn saying they liked that girl’s tits, that woman’s pussy, or how they would like to lay that slut.  The conservation seemed harmless.

I waited for Bob to finish his phone call before I could ask him about the per-amplifier.  I half-finished with the first beer when one of other men gave me another.  We sat watching the porn with each man commenting about how his wife did not suck cock often.  One man said his wife would suck but not swallow.  One man admitted he loved anal sex, but the wife would never let him try anal.  I did notice the more the men talked about the porn, they all had budges.  I noticed one of the men rubbing his cock discreetly.  I thought if I were alone, I would give him oral.  I would love to drop my knees and give them service.  Not knowing these men, I would be embarrassed being watched giving oral.

I waited for Bob to finish his phone call.  After three beers, I was feeling a buzz.  The porn switched to transvestite porn.  Everyone hooted at the man dressed in woman clothes and said they always wanted to see someone dressed.  They called the cross-dresser on the screen a fag, queer, and a gay cocksucker.  The men made statements similar to when the woman were on the screen.  The first man commented, “I like to bend her over a chair.”  Another man said, “Look at the size of her breasts, hum more than a mouthful.” Another man chimed in saying, “Wow can she suck a cock or what.”  I realized I was in a room with four horny men who were aroused at the sight of a cross-dresser.  I wished that I had my CD clothing and had set up this party but I did not. 

Part of me wanted to buy the Cary SLP-98P tube per-amplifier and leave.  Part of me enjoyed watching Tranny porn and listening to these men tell me what they wanted to do with a Tranny.  Bob returned to the room and asked me to step into the living room where I presume we were going to discuss the per-amplifier.  I had several beers and was a little tipsy.  Entering the living room, I noticed placed on the couch a selection of woman clothing.  I saw short dresses, low cut tops, black stocking, red panties, matching red corset, everything one would need to play dress up.  I noticed makeup placed on the end table.  It seemed strange to see woman clothing laid out on the couch.  About this time, I realized, Bob knew I was a cross-dresser.  I realized Bob must have been one of the men I had chatted with online, knew I liked to cross-dress, and knew my fantasies.  He told me I had two choices.  I could leave or make one fantasy come true. 

He told me to dress like a good girl then meet him back in the den.  He said some of the clothes were his wife’s and the other men had brought the others; wanting to see me model that clothing.  I staggered into the living room thinking about making a run for the door.  The sight of women’s clothing outfits draped on the couch distracted my eyes.  The front door was no longer my desire.  I wanted to try on the outfits.  I wanted to feel the silky underwear next to my skin.  I wanted to look like a woman.  I fantasized dressing and pretending to be a woman for men. 

I asked myself was ready to be a slut for a group of strangers.  After drinking a few beers with them, watching porn, they were just horny married men who wanted a little fun and excitement.  Under the influence, I thought about my choice of action.  Dressing up for four men who were clearly hot and horny for a cross-dresser or should I leave.  On the other hand, I could drive home drunk and risk a DUI.  It did not take long to decide.  I really wanted to stay and suck my first cock.  I might never have his chance again.  Clearly, Bob and his friends planned this little meeting, and it was not a spontaneous meeting.

I started too undressed, putting on the stockings, panties, corset, short skirt, blouse, wig and makeup.  The stockings were black  thigh high and one size fits all.  There were red four-inch heels in size twelve, which fit me just fine, I wondered how Bob knew.  The corset had black with red bows; the short skirt was blue denim and a dark color blouse with ruffles down the front.  On the coffee table, I found a blond wig.  I dressed, looked in the mirror and smiled.  It took me another 30 minutes to put on my foundation, eyed liner, lipstick, and mascara.  I looked into the mirror knowing in fifteen minutes, my makeup would be a mess.  The men would care less what I looked like as long as I was sucking them and they were fucking me.

I walked into the den where the men had dropped their pants and they were just wearing shirts.  I saw one man sitting on the couch jacking his cock.  I looked sexy in the stockings with the suspenders showing.  The skirt was short that just covered my bottom.  The blouse was button down the front that I had half button revealing the corset.  I had a shoulder length blond wig and full makeup consisting of blue eye shadow and ruby red lipstick.  When I entered the room, I walked slowly swaying my hips from one side to the other.  The heels made it difficult to walk made my legs look long and put rear high giving me the image of being a woman.   

When I walked into the room the men stopped and stared, no one said a word.  I worried they would laugh at me and just say I was a man in a dress.  The men could be angry, my tits were not real or I had never done this before.  I was just about to turn around and run out of the room when one man whistled his approval.  The other men hooted, clapped, and made me feel welcome. 

The four men were well behaved; each waited their turn to have fun with me.  I wanted the men to have a chance with me at least once; or twice if they liked me.  The evening highlight was two men fucking double penetration both came at the same time.  By the end of the game, I was messy with cum on my face, breasts, and clitty.  Bob asked me if I was mad, being invited over to dress.  I said no, I was surprised at first, but being as a slut and to provide a needed service was rewarding!  I asked if I could return for the Super Bowl.  Bob responded yes; told there might be twice as many men attending.

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WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex.  Currently, it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual acts.  This story is for entertainment, not to be imitated, be smart, and take care

of your body, you are only issued on per lifetime!    

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