Message-ID: <18260eli$9812240450@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/18260.txt> From: tashats@worldnet.att.net (Ms Natasha Matins) Subject: SHEMALE FASHIONS 1: tg,shemale,fantasy,exhibition Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories 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: <tashats-2312980532370001@6.san-francisco-08-09rs.ca.dial-access.att.net> Shemale Fashions Natasha woke up to an interesting dream. She hardly,like many of us, ever remembers her dreams. This one stood out. She was caught in British customs with over $10,000 dollars in travelers checks!. So i woke up, remembering the dream. Yawning fiercely i lazily thought about what i might do today. I thought about how nice my black lover was to me last night. Ah, what might i do with ten thousand dollars? What would you do? After a couple cups of coffee, i decided to wear my black leather miniskirt and white polka dots on black leggings. Every morning i must shave throughly eliminating all those thousands of pesky facial hairs. I was tweezing but thats painful. No, not that way silly! just theres always one more after the last one plucked, ad infinitum!! If i could have electrolysis i would. But that takes money; plenty witch i don't have. Eventually i closed the doors on my straying thoughts and left to go window shopping. Living in Palo Alto is not bad. People tend to be educated and not soo opinionated. A good thing, as I am a transexual. In a bipolar world,such as we daily swim in as we go about our duties and pleasures, we constantly compare, note, study the oppisite sex. As a member of the third sex, I can and do study and admire both sexs. It is difficult at times to be derided and laughed at for my choice to live as a woman. I love wearing skirts feeling the wind swirl under and up my skirt. There are sensations a man might never know. There are all kinds of looks. One is the look of incredulity. Another i often see is where someones whole world stops every thing of what they thought at that moment gone. Or the sly smile of a woman who "sees" me! But the best looks are the non looks where i'm just another woman doing something. Yes common place. Though don't get me wrong, i do appreciate being admired . Yea, even lusted after. How delectable to be desired as one is. There are so many happenings and complications that we must delve into them little by little. What its like to be a woman inside and dressed as a woman but sometimes being seen as a (ugh!) man dressing as a woman. The, funny to me, times where i have an ordinary conversation with other women about mundane things like " Are fishnets comfortable?". I have always enjoyed writing. Maybe you might find my account of living en femme as a revealing insider's way of life. I am a tall girl. Having been on hormones for a few years i do have small breasts. About a 36b cup. They are pierced. My legs are long, long! I have been told by men and women that they are my best part. I was a long distance runner when i was younger..so if you want great legs exercise them! I love high heels; they are my secret lust in life. A girl can never ever have one too many heels. High heels are one of man's most interesting creations. Something from the god's i suppose. An ornament to the power and might of femininity. My ideal height is four inch heels. Though in all honesty three inch heels are really the practical limit if you must walk alot. The four inchers are taxi cab, car, train, and airplane shoes. Five inch spikes are the bedroom shoes of passion. Where was I? Ah yes! I walked from my place to the Stanford shopping center to get a cup of coffee. As i crossed the main thourough fare a guy working surveying the road called out " Hey! Want a date?". As the kind of girl I am i never know for sure whether it's in jest or not! Though i imagine that no respecting girl pays too much attention to what the street might offer. Lately my stance has been don't harrass me! Yes, i'm way too sensitive and must learn to smile and laugh. It is a girls honour to be brave and step out smartly admidst lifes jostlings. Honour amoung thieves!. Yes to taste the power of femaleness. To be admired. From the very tips of my three inch high heels the eye follows the back seam of my gartered stockings disapearing under a short soft leather skirt. The blouse white opened one button down too far revealing just the hint of a swell of a hidden breast. All a tease. I seek the caress, the stare of eyes glued to the movement of my legs and the sway of my hips as i sashay on my way. Eventually i got to the thrift store i like to browse in. Like a giraffe i delve and munch upon the leaves of accesories offered. A place where, as I imagine, dowager rich old ladies leave thier forgotten ornaments of silk, wqol wrappings for me too ooh and ah over! Today i bought a pretty pair of silver earrings with dangly pointed turquise pendants. So unique at only a dollar! I did find a very nice long black open acrylic sweater about knee length. Just perfect for winter. I put it on hold as i must balance cost against what little comes in!. Theres the pain for a girl like me. Finding the "item" thats just barely in reach. On the way back from shopping i go through the train station. Two black guys call out dude to me. Quandry! Do i ignore or as my emotions and my determination to stand fast rule me? I turn back to confront. I glare and they say " homeboy" How rude and unthoughtful to other peoples feelings they are! I decide to call 911 and as i do one of them picks up a rock pretending to throw it at me. I'm so mad! As i talk to the dispatcher the taunt me with thier superior attitude knowing thier train has arrived. Who is the person(s) running away? They are but just hit and run bullys. I stand fast upon my principle of its my business and what right do you have to judge me! Always i think i should share this kind of life. Why? It is unique. I'm unique. I have insights of Woman's wear that most men in the fashion industry might never understand. Like my take on the effects of wind on womans skirts. Sometines if the wind is just right and the skirt is shaped just so it blows up. A wonderful feeling. One becomes the toy of the wind. The wind determines ones exposure. To let go and let the wind show you off. Its like being naughty after a rainstorm and deliberately stepping into puddle of water or walking into a sprinkler feeling the col;d wetness on a hot day and not caring what anyone thinks. 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