Message-ID: <2402eli$9707291852@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2402.txt> From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: Edie: Adventures in Panties and Dresses by Princess Pervette (2/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllkr$k0m@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. Not the usual `My sister dressed me up'. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 2___Edie:__Adventures_in_Panties_and_Dresses___________by_Princess_Pervette_ "That never crossed my mind." Once that was out of the way, we got into a long session of girl talk, really comfortable girl talk, the kind only two guys who are into cross- dressing can enjoy, comparing our backgrounds and experiences, telling each other how we got started and what we wore. It was so pleasant being with another guy with whom you could talk about lipstick shades or about things like control tops, demi bras, or cinchers, a guy who knew the terminology and was at home with it. We discussed how and where we found things to wear. I told him about my sister. "You mean your sister actually buys things for you? She doesn't mind?" So I explained about the deal we had made. "Wow! I never actually met a girl whose sister bought her drag for her. And she takes you shopping...! I've heard lots of stories--you know, like kids whose mothers put them in panties--but those are just stories. I've never known anybody like that. Your sister...!" "Well, what do you do?" "I buy my things." "Where?" "In stores, silly! Any department store is full of women's things." I was dumbfounded. "You mean you just go into stores and ASK for things? Don't they wonder why you're doing it? Aren't they suspicious?" "What do I care whether they're suspicious?" he said. "I want them, I'm buying them, I'm paying for them, and my money is as green as any other girl's money." It had never occurred to me to look at it that way, and as a matter of fact I was out of college before I ever got up the nerve to shop for myself. I ran into Phil a couple of other times after that, and through him I gradually got to know a larger circle of acquaintances at Lucy's and was accepted by them. There was one older man who always came there dressed instead of changing in the john, and sometimes he would invite us to come over to his house. This was in the days before men wore earrings, and Max was the first man I ever met who had pierced ears. We would meet at Max's and change, usually into our own things that we brought along, but some- times into dresses from his collection. Then we would all pile into his car and ride to Lucy's en femme. Sometimes we had drag parties at Max's. Wearing Max's things was a real treat, because he had an enormous collection and we could try on things we never would have bought for ourselves; in particular, he had a couple of pairs of breast forms, and I was able to wear a bra properly when we were at his place. How good that felt! And the first and only time I ever wore a strapless evening gown was at Max's place. Most of us were amateurs at applying makeup, too, and Max gave us valuable instruction in that as well. I had gotten very good at it over the years, but Max showed us things even I hadn't known, and that I don't think even my sister knew. His place must have looked funny with half a dozen men in dresses and sexy makeup showing off their legs, doing their fingernails, and practising walking in heels, but it took me no more than about a thousandth of a second to get used to it and feel right at home. I spent more time at Lucy's than I should have, but, thinking back, I'm glad I did. It was therapy--the best kind of therapy, the kind that comes of knowing you're not alone. It was also beneficial because before the Spring term was over I met a congenial roommate for the Fall. He was a sophomore, as I was, and in fact we had seen each other in one of our classes. We agreed to share an apartment in the Fall, which was great, because we would both be able to wear dresses evenings. There were a few girls--I mean, female girls--who came to Lucy's, too. They just happened to like TVs for various reasons; Max used to call them "Drag hags." This was another good thing for me, because it meant that I might meet girls there, girls who knew I crossdressed and accepted it. I had never told Nancy I dressed and had been terrified that time when she commented on my facility in putting on her clothes. I had wondered what I would ever do about getting married; I didn't know how I could tell some girl I was romantically involved with about dressing; it seemed to me she would have to know that from the start. It was clear to me that I would have to find a wife at Lucy's, or at some other place like it. One of these girls was into feminizing and dominating men. We had a brief fling, because when she took me home and made me put on girls' clothes, it reminded me of my exciting experiences at the hands of Sis and her friends. But it didn't work out very well. In her case, she was into forced feminization, and I was too enthusiastic for her; she wanted an unwilling victim, not an eager girl-boy like me. And in my case I objected to being bossed around. That wasn't what sex and crossdressing meant to me. Oh...okay, you're going to want to hear more about her, aren't you? Well ...she had an enormous collection of women's lingerie, including some things I had never seen before, even at Max's. She would select something and make me wear it, something different each time, and sometimes two or more different ones over the course of an evening. She would call me girl and darling, or whore and slut, depending on her mood. She used to take pictures of me dressed. I wish I had those pictures now, just as I wish I had pictures from those early years with Sis and her friends. Most of the sex was plain vanilla, or what passes for vanilla these days in our liber- ated culture. Once she had me put a dress on over the sexy lingerie and made me go out to a restaurant with her. I didn't like that at all; I think I was still reasonably passable, but I remembered Anne's warning about my hands and was self-conscious and anxious all the time. Maybe that's what she wanted. Well...that's my story: how I got started and some of what happened to me. The rest is an anticlimax. I'm happily married now, and father to a boy who is the same sort of young tough that I was but--as far as I know--isn't the least bit interested in girls' clothes. (Although I've snooped in his room occasionally, wondering whether I might find a bit of lace...!) I still dress at home and wear panties under my business suit at work. My wife likes the way I look in dresses; she shops for me, except when we go shopping together, just as I used to with Sis. I told you that I had expected to meet a wife among the drag hags at some place like Lucy's, but in fact I met her through one of my sister's friends--through one of the girls who used to watch me in my one-man fashion shows! Life is strange ...but good. Princess Pervette August, 1996 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /