Do the dishes maid

I was ordered to get the house in order while my Misteres went to work.

Gender brain test

Your Brain is 80% Female, 20% Male

Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Now all I need is a little courage... I think I might just pass...

Going out

I am almost ready to go out... do you think I will pass?

Another picture

Got undressed in the toilet.

a Pickture of me.

Here I am all dressed up.

Dogging fate

I kinda figured by then that I wasn't going to grow up to be a normal heterosexual male.

I saw Bully Graym on tv and decided to become a Christian reborn.
I was hoping God would give me the strength and guidance to put the pantie thing behind me...
Why was this a problem in my life, I had no reason to be like this... No one raped or molested me when I was a baby...

Guilt filled me up every time I wore panties and came in them.
The truth was undeniable, but I was going to fight it, I was going to play rugby and wear jock straps....
But alas... I had a knack for music, the closest I came to rugby was first year in high school, but I couldn't attend the fist game since I had a orchestra performance the same day... I was lead trumpeter. The closest I came to wearing jock straps were... well I never have up until today.

I met a pretty blond girl at school and we started dating.
Our first kiss was a disappointment, but we agreed to practice and learn how to kiss together.
Afternoons were spent in her room kissing and feeling each other off.
Things got pretty steamy and just after I turned 14 she asked me to have sex with her.

I was shocked!! I was a Christian and sex before marriage was out... besides I was to young to have a baby, if that happened, so I declined her... we dated for some time still, but I wanted to move on, besides my mother didn't like her.

I got home the afternoon after we broke up and once again alone, I ventured into the main bedroom's bath room. My mother was preparing my lunch and doing the parenting thing for my sister... She tend to sweat a lot so there in the wash basket was a bra, just about my size, laced with sweat and the sweet scent of a woman...
How could I resist!?

I put it on gently and fastened the clips behind my back and as I puled the straps over my shoulders and lowered my arms... I was filled by elation as the material under my arms felt cool and the scent of a woman over whelmed my senses...
I just stood there for about a minute before snapping out of a a trance I often denied my self...

I touched my erect member and closed my eyes...
I heard voices upstairs and decided not to continue....
besides, I will get another chance.

It was a constant war in my head now and I was loosing.
I couldn't control my urges and to make matters worse I started to take a fancy in being tied up.
I watched a movie about vietnam and saw a man spread eagle on the ground left by the enemy...
I got such a hard erection and asked my dad why the man was in the air. He toled me they tied him with wet leather and as the leather dried it shrunk pulling him into the air...

hehehe I was so infatuated with the idea of being tied to the ground and being used, I went to my grandparents house the next day after school and cut four strips of leather just in case...
I tied myself on numerous occasions and I guess you can say things went from bad to worse...

I went to another school halfway through gr11 and had to face a new environment and make new friends. I new the Matric dance was coming up and I needed a girl... you know to loose my virginity with cause if I missed this one there was no telling how mommy and daddy's little genius was going to turn out...

I asked a girl to go with me in the science class and she said yes! I was ecstatic.
We bumped into each other the next day and she invited to come see her over the weekend...
We ended up drinking two bottles of whine and kissing on the first date hehehe I was doing fine now, except she gave me a letter Monday asking me to be her friend not her boyfriend...

I was hurt, but I decided not to be a chicken and run away... besides I had three months till the dance, plenty of time to soften her up... I always seemed to understand woman better... knew how there underwear felt under there dresses...

We ended up enjoying the dance and started dating again straight after wards.
The the big night came... I had condoms lined up in my dad's bedside drawer.
I was so tens and when she took her shirt off, I nearly came in my pants... seeing her full breast bulging her bra to the max... I could only wish to have breast like that.
I tried telling myself they were mine for the night.

After my first rather disappointing sexual experience while loosing my virginity I toled myself it would get better, and it did. We had lots of fun and I stopped jerking off so much although I couldn't seem to cum with the condom on.
The last time we did it was on the beach during our Matric holiday and that time I did cum.
Some how letting go of everything and just listening to the waves crashing behind me I was set free...

We said our good byes and we cried in each others arms for what seemed like an eternity.
After that I had to go stay with my parents again. As I was alone for three months, basically making my own rules, this was a step backward for me.
Every one else slept upstairs in the foreign house while I had a semi outside room.
Needles to say I actually dreaded venturing into my sister's room and falling back into my old habits... I was a man now, but I lost the only woman I loved.

How I became a transvestite

My life as a youngster was a troubled one...

My troubles started when my sister came home from the hospital.
I was about three.
My parents toled me I am getting a brother and I was over the moon about having a little brother to play with...

When my mother took of her nappy for the first time... my mind fractured... I was expecting my brother to look like me! the only words I could muster was, "Where is his to-lie!?"
Some where deep inside the back of my mind something bad happened: I couldn't understand why my brother didn't look like me, Did it come later? was his dick still at the hospital?

My parents just laughed and explained that this was my sister... She has a flower...
That simple... she had a flower and I had this thing I have to pee with...
why couldn't I have a flower too... I mean like she has a flower, something beautiful and fragile, I had this dirty tittle to-lie that the fore skin didn't look quite right and it made an unsightly bulge in my pants, especially when I didn't whore underpants.

I began wearing her diapers... I supposed in my little mind I figured that if I took myself back to being a baby, I could somehow make a different decision and also have a flower.
I wet my bed a couple of times hoping my mother would buy me my own diapers and spend the same amount of time pampering my bum with baby oil and powder.
Somehow I felt cheated, I didn't remember being treated with such care...

As time progressed my sister was always treated different than me... I got hidings, my sister got new frilly pink dresses and pretty make-up...
I would sneak into her room from time to time to try on her new dress and panties, I was always a bit bigger, but took care not to stretch or tear anything.
We played together, dolls and lego... I never really took to cars and my first friend was the girl across the road.

She was just as much a girl as my sister, but I never got the chance to get into get panties... like wearing them ;) or other wise...
When I got to 1st grade she introduced me to her boyfriend... I was so mad. I just wanted to fight with him, but he was kind enough to suggest we be friends rather... so we became friends... If I couldn't be her friend then he'll have to do I figured.

Me and him played together all the time, he also had a pretty little sister one year older than my sister... and to my delight they became friends too. She took a fancy to me and one day pulled me under my sisters bed and suggested we kiss... ;) my fist kiss... under my sister's bed.

Me and my friend use to cycle in the bush quite a bit and one day we stopped on a hill deep in the bush. He said we should make a friendship pact... We had to touch dicks and bump asses... It seemed a bit odd, but we were only like seven so I agreed and there in the bush I had my first experience with another man... It felt considerably more pivotal than the kiss under the bed, but my dad made a point of it to educate his only son not to like other boys more than girls.

Needles to say I regressed the thought of having a sexual experience with another boy and forgot about it... till now I suppose.

When I was about eleven a new boy came to school.
He was a good looking lad and he had all the girls running after him within weeks...
I felt something awaken in me... the key to having a girlfriend for real was in site and this boy had it.

We became friends... we spoke about girls and sex all the time ;0 our hormones was to blame.
One hot summers night we pitched a tent in his back yard.
We skinny dipped that night.
Later in the tent I asked him if he wondered how it would be to be with a girl...
I suggested we try out each others bums to feel how it would be...
So there I was, gently placing my dick between his ass cheeks...
We lied like that dead still for about thirty seconds, then it was his turn...

Later that year we received sex education. The teacher explained to all the twelve year olds, girls and boys separate, what sex was all about... eventually the teacher came to homosexuality and explained to us what it was all about... Me and my friend took one look at each other... we were just experimenting... but we had sex with each other at the age of twelve... My second sexual experience was with another boy as well... This time I made a casual joke about it with him. I even toled another friend that he suggested we do it like that, but deep inside I was getting worried...

Then my sister got her first training bra...
I looked at my mothers bra's and panties often when they were in the wash, but they were old fashioned and way to big for me at that point... besides, what boy wears his mother's underweare... your sister's underwear is ok, but not your mother's...
I was ecstatic... I couldn't get enough of my sisters cloths and they were really interesting now...

At the age of 14 I had many erections... the first one was when I wore my sisters diaper, I was three at the time, but I haven't had an orgasm yet...
I confided in another friend since I didn't see the point of masturbation...
He looked at me in shock for a second then smiled and said: just carry on doing it till it happens...
Till what happens I asked. He just smiled and shook his head...

So that after noon I raced my bicycle home... I was going to be alone for one and a half hours since my sister had netball and my mother had lectures.
I made a bee-line for my sisters room and slipped into a light brown training bra a pretty pink shirt and a white pantie...
I completed my attire with a pretty bracelet on mu right wrist.

Rock hard as I went down on my knees, I started stroking my dick...
at first it was nothing, then I got the feeling I wanted to pee...
I fought of the urge to stop and kept going...
Then it happened: the fracture in my mind cracked again.
I came for the first time looking down at the bracelet on my right arm, scared as hell that I was going to pie all over the place...

Little did I know then what happened to me, but after that it became a ritual.
Night after night I would take "extended" showers.
First dressing in my sisters cloths from the wash basket and then whacking off...

I toled my friend, the one I slept with in the tent that I came hard and if he wants I will show him. hehehe he was all to willing to watch me as I undressed and started to stroke my self...
There I was, naked on my knees in front of my best friend cumming just for him...

Once I asked him if he would ever wear panties under his pants and go out...
He replied he would be to scared his pants fell down ;)