tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post2209610694929268342..comments2024-03-29T07:16:26.384-04:00Comments on Femulate: CaughtStanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259788604423472207noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-73295825150779983182019-09-20T06:58:39.340-04:002019-09-20T06:58:39.340-04:00whaat a great story I had similar itsreally hard ...whaat a great story I had similar itsreally hard as ive denied most of life trying to live as others wanted at school I was picked of after gym and made sweep or mop changing rooms after class,they started on a small guy I tried to help him them they did it to me instead,theywould keep me back and make me put on girls skirts tights knickers they found left or lost out of changing rooms ,id have to sweep and mop room in girls clothes leotard skirt bra nickers act girly and dance around,the first time I was really agry and scared,but after it happened again I liked feel attention and it aroused excited me,they told my sisters and they did same ,when parents where out id have to dress up with makeup all and do the chores house work as a girl, I liked it and made out it was hated but after they started letting me pick clothes and helping wuith make up I was putty in their hands,after they left home I tried to be as others expected but couldn't settle or date girls for long as I kept wanting to try on their clothes or got jealious of they ,crazy I guess.then I dated bi girl a few years back she liked role play and wanted me to I acted as if I wasn't into but was so eager and was brought own wardrobe and all ,we had only done this privately and I contuied to wear clothes under guy clothes daily unknown to her ,then at xmas she asked me to go out as female with her to bar and club ,I wanted to and after a few drinks agreed,off we went me dress and out it was so different the feel breeze and walking ,felt amazing perfect I was suprized at bar club I was accepted and even got compliments attentions of guys other crossdressers and brought drinks,id never felt so right and free and loving it all still using guy toilets I walked into e followed I guess as I went into cubiclehe pushed his way in andstarted to hug me fondle me lifting skirt pinned me to wall andstarted to snog me I was in shock he was a cute guy and had brought me drinks ,all of a sudden I responded and we where all over each other we where broken up by a bouncer checking loos and I lost him in club ,id never really thought is want to be a girl live as girl and date a guy,at school it had turned me on and nmever realized I was really a female trapped in a guy ,my life was changed and if finally accepted the real me lol xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-86491864982915014122019-09-15T12:23:41.671-04:002019-09-15T12:23:41.671-04:00First of all I am so very sorry for your loss.
M...First of all I am so very sorry for your loss. <br /><br />Maybe your sister just thought you had been hiding in there and pulled a few items down, and wanted you to put her things back in their place. That would be my guess.<br /><br />I had a similar experience back around the same time. I tried on some knee-high gogo boots and a ladies coat. They belonged to someone I liked a lot and it felt so lovely. I remember it like yesterday.<br /><br />Best, <br />Michael(a)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-17605039841627648422019-08-31T12:33:03.060-04:002019-08-31T12:33:03.060-04:00Paula, how well I can relate to your story. I got...Paula, how well I can relate to your story. I got caught in my mothers bra one evening. Mass panic! However, mom was more cool than I knew. She told me to take it off and come talk to her. First question was why I did it. " to see what it felt like". Next, did you like it? Answer, yes, it felt very nice.<br /> The subject was dropped. A couple days later I came home to find a store bag on my bed. In it were two pretty white lacy bras, a pack of panties, pantyhose and a full slip. There was a note that read" for Renee with love. More to come soon". I was shocked to say the least, but I immediately tried the bra on and it fit perfectly. The panties came next and then the slip and pantyhose. I was in heaven. A knock at the door and mom looked in and just smiled.<br /> Mom was a great seamstress, and several days later a note was taped to my door saying to look in my closet. There on hangers were three beautiful dresses. I slipped into my new underthings and then into the prettiest of the three dresses. I happily walked to the living room to model my gifts. I gave moma grateful hug and thanked her for accepting me. She said that she had always hoped for a girl, and now she has the best of both.Raginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05630187136826941647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-31812843212731743852019-08-25T07:59:56.462-04:002019-08-25T07:59:56.462-04:00
noun: empathy
the ability to understand and ...<br />noun: empathy<br /><br /> the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.<br /><br /><br />We do understandPaula_56https://www.blogger.com/profile/09762340959679940655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-52649940104450840072019-08-24T10:52:28.895-04:002019-08-24T10:52:28.895-04:00I was in first grade around 1971. By then, the gir...I was in first grade around 1971. By then, the girls mostly wore dresses only for special occasions like first day, picture day or musical performances. How I admired their beautiful clothes on those days and how jealous I was when the teachers would give those girls endless compliments. One girl always wore a dress on gym days and thus always got excused from participating. I wasn’t very sporty and I wanted to be in on that arrangement too. Knowing that such a thing would never happen was one of the saddest things I can remember from those days.Andynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-81015667281334839602019-08-22T18:05:45.718-04:002019-08-22T18:05:45.718-04:00Yes - that was a pretty good show. Many episodes a...Yes - that was a pretty good show. Many episodes are on You Tube<br /><br />https://youtu.be/7EXz9rMF3lMJulie M Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335088569492502222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-12627675478759973942019-08-22T05:43:23.520-04:002019-08-22T05:43:23.520-04:00Nice to see Paula back on this blog, love her sto...Nice to see Paula back on this blog, love her story and travels.Barbara Mileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14440357710541591660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-57412521842042308892019-08-21T11:31:38.901-04:002019-08-21T11:31:38.901-04:00Thank you Pat
Yes, as the years pile up, do the u...Thank you Pat<br /> Yes, as the years pile up, do the un answered questions.<br /><br />Such is the burden of a well lived lifePaula_56https://www.blogger.com/profile/09762340959679940655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-6002669374367932342019-08-21T09:52:15.093-04:002019-08-21T09:52:15.093-04:00I am so sorry for your loss. I am so sorry for your loss. LinBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18201009126846898608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-79445485697118893122019-08-21T09:40:23.935-04:002019-08-21T09:40:23.935-04:00Work It! Reminded me of "Ask Harriett", ...Work It! Reminded me of "Ask Harriett", Anthony Tyler Quinn plays an out-of-work sports writer who must dress as a woman when he gets a job as an advice columnist, using the name Harriett. He transforms into Harriett when he goes to the office. It only lasted 5 shows but Harriett was definitely HOT! wsrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16594118647965330878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-39976868829544022592019-08-20T19:39:51.072-04:002019-08-20T19:39:51.072-04:00Wow - that show WORK IT was 2012? I remember watch...Wow - that show WORK IT was 2012? I remember watching all 2 episodes before they pulled the plug on it. It was a BOSOM BUDDIES wanna be but nowhere near as good.Julie M Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335088569492502222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-7079116431347838172019-08-20T19:22:03.224-04:002019-08-20T19:22:03.224-04:00Out of sight, out of mind.
That is as far as thin...Out of sight, out of mind. <br />That is as far as things like misplaced clothing, ect goes.<br />OTOH, my mother was a total neurotic 'cleaning freak'. I mean, this woman regularly cleaned behind the REFRIGERATOR-- after moving the damn thing! And this was 'back in the day' when refrigerators lacked wheels!<br />Sooooooo,<br /> one day I came home from my first year Community College courses to find her in my closet, trying to open my old scout camp foot locker.<br /><br />Needless to say, it wasnt exactly camp (yeah, right, -'camp')gear inside that thing anymore!<br />Lucky for me the locker was indeed locked, so I picked it up out of the closet and announced that 'I had lost the key, and I was taking it to the locksmith for a replacement key'. Where upon I put the locker in the trunk of my 1970 Olds, Cutlass/442. Close call!<br />My younger brother got it worse,.... MOM exercised her 'cleaning fetish' out oh his mangy, P.O.S, 1970 Ford Maverick, and proceeded to clean the interior. Bro was never a mental giant, as MOM soon found 'his stash' under the front seat (well duh!). Always the budding psychopath, he nary batted an eye, and calmly announced that the plastic baggie that Mom held in his face contained CATNIP as his (smokin') buddy David had this cat.....<br />Well, Whaddayouknow? <br />Mom bought the story!<br />Crisis averted!<br />Years later, MOM, herself a smoker, offered a confidential comment that she always regretted never trying out Bro's 'catnip'.<br />Velma <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372432081562643074.post-4111970657143957062019-08-20T17:22:56.058-04:002019-08-20T17:22:56.058-04:00A wonderful and vivid recollection. It is amazing...A wonderful and vivid recollection. It is amazing how we can recall every color and tone of some events that are 50 years old but forget what we had for dinner last night. I feel for your loss of your sister. I can sense your feeling of many unanswered questions.Pat Scaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00148601231866277374noreply@blogger.com