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From: GRACE <FantasyLine@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: STORY

Moderator's note ------

It is with borderline cases like this I am most uneasy.
It is mostly a story, not good, and ends with a phone
number, which I have helpfully deleted. Feed back about
editing out subtle ads is requested.

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		THE STORY OF MY LIFE



My name is Grace and this is only the beginning of my story.  At the
young age of 38, I have found my true calling.  What you ask, well I
think of it as a Trans-Gender specialist.  It all began three years 
ago with one of my boyfriends.
"Jeff" and I had only been seeing each other for two months when the 
first incident occured.  I had come home one afternoon early and 
found "Jeff".  He was wearing a pair of my panties and was in the
process of putting on a pair of my black thigh high stockings.  I
just watched in disbelief as he was putting them on. "Jeff" didn't 
see me as I watched him, because I know that he would have been
very embarrassed if he knew I was there.
I quietly left the house, after I watched him prance around like 
a girl.  He was wearing my makeup as well.  I can tell you that 
seeing a very masculine man all dressed up like that was shocking 
as well as funny.  I knew at that point that I would have to teach him 
a lesson.
Later that night, I didn't say anything to him about what I saw. 
Wouldn't
you know it, he didn't say anything either.  What I wanted to do was 
to totally humiliate him, but in order to do that I would have to bide 
my time.
The next day, after he left, I set up my camcorder in the bedroom and 
left.  And wouldn't you know it, that same day, he dressed up again in
my lingerie and makeup.  When I saw the tape, I knew that I would have
to confont him that night.



"Jeff" really did not make a good looking women or even a goodlooking 
crossdresser.  So I decided to make sure that if he wanted to dress up
like a little sissy, then it was going to be done right.  Completely
from head to toe.  
 
When "Jeff" finally did show up, I confronted him with the tape.  He
wasn't too happy with me and I could tell he was very embarrassed.
I really wasn't expecting him to protest when I told him that I was
going to take over from here.  He thought that I was joking and 
wasn't taking me serious.  I then informed him that I drugged the
drink that he was drinking and it was only a matter over time 
until he passed out.  He looked at me in utter disbelief when I told
him that once he did pass out, that I was going to get started on him.

I thought that waxing his legs would be a good start and that it was
unfortunate that he wouldn't be awake for the "unique" sensation that
waxing causes.



THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR MORE OR MAYBE 
EXPERIENCE THIS, CALL  1-800-***-****
JUST ASK FOR GRACE

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