I am a part time transvestite, who, if I do say so myself, looks quite attractive when dressed as a woman. It has taken me years to become adept at makeup and being capable of selecting sexy clothing that is in my size and that suits me. I have also had a number of lovely encounters with other TVs and male admirers. You can read my 'True Stories' when I post them on this site.

It constantly amazes me when I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to crossdress or is forced to dress as a woman, and with no previous experience or preparation suddenly transforms from hairy man into a sexy stunning woman.

I have written the story below as a tongue in cheek dig at these stories.

I apologise to those guys out there who manage to just slip into a pair of nylons, high-heels, wig and makeup and suddenly look like Kim Bassinger; I'm sure all of your stories are real.

To read the story, just select any of the options a, through d, to put together your very own autobiographical "Grab Bag" story.

The Day I Decided to Become a Transvestite and Got Fucked

By

Michele Nylons (a True Story ... Honest)

I had had the urge to wear women's clothing ever since:

a) I can remember,

b) I was a teenager,

c) I was forced to wear coullottes to school instead of shorts,

d) I was a sperm.

By some fortunate coincidence, one day I found myself home alone; and unable to repress the urge to dress as a woman any longer, I decided that I would do so today. By some fortunate coincidence I had a disease with the symptoms which meant that although I had a full head of hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, the rest of my body remained hairless so I didn't have to shave myself at all.

I stripped naked and made my way into my:

a) sister's,

b) mother's,

c) aunt's,

d) transvestite uncle's,

bedroom and sat at the dressing table. Despite the fact that I had never used nailpolish before and even though my:

a) sister,

b) mother,

c) aunt,

d) transvestite uncle,

could return home at any time without warning, I painted my finger and toenails perfectly first time. Even though I had never used cosmetics before in my life, it seems that just by reading my:

a) sister's,

b) mother's,

c) aunt's,

d) transvestite uncle's,

fashion magazines, I had learned enough to make myself up so that I looked like a supermodel.

By some fortunate coincidence my:

a) sister,

b) mother,

c) aunt,

d) transvestite uncle,

kept a selection of good quality wigs so I selected a:

a) shoulder length blonde,

b) black bob,

c) waist length brunette,

d) green and red mohawk,

wig and set it neatly on my head. I looked stunning!

I rummaged around in my:

a) sister's,

b) mother's,

c) aunt's,

d) transvestite uncle's,

lingerie drawers and found exactly what I needed. I selected a pair of :

a) silk cami-knickers,

b) satin thong panties,

c) nylon boy-leg panties,

d) cotton incontinence underpants,

and slipped them on.

Next I selected a:

a) matching bra,

b) silk lined bustier,

c) black satin corset,

d) straightjacket,

and slipped into it. Unfortunately my:

a) sister,

b) mother,

c) aunt,

d) transvestite uncle

had recently undergone a double mastectomy; but that meant there was an assortment of breastforms available to me so I selected a set of 36 C's and slipped them inside the bra cups.

Next I slipped into:

a) a satin suspender belt and seamed stockings,

b) sheer-to-the-waist fashion pantyhose,

c) fully-fashioned hold-up stockings,

d) woollen football socks.

I was now becoming aroused and my:

a) eight-inch throbbing monster,

b) swollen brute,

c) purple headed kidney puncher,

d) three inches of snarling gristle, was becoming uncomfortable in my underwear.

I opened my:

a) sister's,

b) mother's,

c) aunt's,

d) transvestite uncle's,

wardrobe and was pleasantly surprised to find an incredible assortment of sexy skirts, blouses, suits, and bizarre costumes. By some fortunate coincidence all of the clothing was in my size. I selected:

a) sexy A-line miniskirt and silk blouse,

b) a smart but sexy business suit,

c) a satin fetish nurse's uniform,

d) a Ronald McDonald clown suit,

and got myself dressed.

In the wardrobe there was also a selection of lovely high heels, fetish boots and pumps, which by some fortunate coincidence also happened to be in my size. I selected:

a) a pair of black high-heeled pumps,

b) a pair of pink 'fuck-me' high-heels,

c) a pair of black patent-leather thigh-high boots,

d) a pair of Ronald McDonald clown shoes,

and slipped them on. By some fortunate coincidence, my:

a) sister,

b) mother,

c) aunt,

d) transvestite uncle,

kept a selection of clip on earrings and trashy jewellery, which I put on and then I sprayed myself with perfume and as a finishing touch.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed to see that although I had never attempted to dress like a woman before, I had transformed myself from a fat middle-aged man into a stunning sexy vixen! I decided I would call myself:

a) Vanessa the Undresser,

b) Sally Swallows,

c) Bendy Wendy,

d) Rhonda McDonald.

By some unfortunate coincidence, even though I had decided to crossdress in broad daylight with the blinds open and the lights on, I had failed to lock or even close the door to the house and unbeknownst to me I was being watched by:

a) my nosey pervert neighbour,

b) my nosey pervert paperboy,

c) my nosey pervert milkman,

d) Ronald McDonald (a well known pervert!).