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The Story of a T-girl part 1
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The Story of a T-girl part 1 It is not difficult for other T-Girls to understand the hazards and fearfulness we experience when we take our first step out into the world dressed. We all have dressed at home thinking we could passwell. And at the same time there is a little voice inside that screams "MAN!". I first went outside at the tender age of 16 on an Army base. I had "borrowed" a bra of my mothers and a skirt from a younger sister. I did not have much to wear of my own but I did step out in a t-shirt, my mothers bra and y sisters skirt. And as with always my bra was over stuffed with a couple of t-shirts. I always stayed in the shadows of the wods around the house. Never running across anyone due to the very late hours in the early morning. Between midnight and 3AM. By the time I was a Junior in High School, I was dating this girl that packed a 44 DD Cup. She also had a few wigs; A red one and a blond of which she did not wear much. She was having a few problems attending school where she was living and my mother, who was fond of this girl for the attention she was giving me, had asked her Aunt if she could spend the school year with us. To which it became acceptable. So soon afterwards she moved in with us. We were getting hot and heavy and a few times we could sneak away we did what most<b> teenagers </font></b>do and "experimented" with each others bodies, and never going "all the way". For several months this went on, and I soon had theurges of going out myself dressed.It had been years since I took those first steps outside half dressed I was able to get a few chances of going throufgh her closte and noticed she had a few suits outfit she did not wear. She also had a pair of thigh-high boots that I was able to wear too. I found myself slipping into her closet and "borrow" these whenever she was going to be out for a few hours and I wa alone at home. I would put on a bra, still stuffing with T-shirt< The skirt blouse and jacket. I would then slip on her Red wig and I felt feminine! I had a paper route across town And with my own money I was able to buy my own bra, pantyhone and a girddle through the Sears Catalog. So you know how that always works out; Wrong size, Wrong color, and so on. Never really able to return due to the embarrassment of being a male. But anyway, there was finally a time that I could no longer fight the urges of getting dressed. I decided to "borrow her suit and boots for a Sunday morning jaunt while delivering my papers. Sunday finally arrived. I showered and shave early. I put on my bra, pantyhose and girdle under my boy clothes. I put the rest into a small backpack. No one was stiring so I put on some make-up Mascara, Lipstick and Blue Eye Shadow. And as always back before I learned how to wear make-up, I looked like a Drag Queen! I got out into my car and drove to the Paper shack which was an unused car garage. When I arrived the delivery truck was just starting to off load the stations papers so I had to hold back. Then the Station carrier showed up and set out all the papers for the rest of us. After an hour he was done and took his papers. I knew I had time before the next showed so I pulled my car up, got out taking my backpack with me and changed into the suit and boots. I felt good. I felt sexy. I felt like a woman. Scared! but good! I should say my route consisted of several large apartment buildings. Some as small as 25 units on three floors. Several that were of 150 units on eight floors, most with alley entrances so I could stay in the shadows of the alleys. Most of the elevators could be turn off one the individual floors without setting off an alarm. I was almost done and on my last apartment with about forty papers to deliver. The lobby was on the first floor and I got all my papers in the elevator, and as always, I punched in the top floor first. I managed to deliver the first couple of floors with no problem. The ride up was normal slow but normal. On the next I had someone come out to get their paper but I managed to get around the corner. My heart was racing. I called tehe elevator car and got in, grabbed the next floors papers and held them up to my chest. As I stepped out I ran face first into this guy. He grabbed me the steady me and apologized. I just nodded myy head and walked away with him calling out about my papers. I had the ones for the floor so that was fine and I waved him off and walked down the hallway. I made it around a corner and found myself leaning against the wall which I slid down until I was squatting. Breathing fast and shallow, I heard the elevator ding and doors close after finally regained my strength to stand. I finish dropping off the papers and went back to the elevator panic setting in as I call the elevator car It arrived, my apers still there and fortunately no one was inside. I quickly finish the building and I as I got out at the lobby there was that same guy he seemed to be waiting for me and I had no where to escape. Once again he apologized for running into me with a hand on my shoulder and offer to take me for some coffee. I was scared! I was panicked! He just talked to me as if I was who and what i was dressed as. He put an arm around my waist and walked me outside to bench and sat me down Worry across his face. After a while, I started to relax and found a voice . We talked for some time on the bench and the he said he had to go and asked if he could seee me again maybe next Sunday. And to my surprise I said; "Yes". He helped me up and again to my surprise , He kissed me on the lips. Shock! Amazement! Confusion all ran the guantle of my mie. His kiss was gentle and lasted more that just a quick kiss. He broke it off and held my stare. Then he kissed me again and again. I was on the forth kiss I felt his tounge on my lips and I opened my moth to let him in. A hand went from my waiste to a brerast and he held it in his hand for sometime. He broke off the kiss and appologzed for being so forward. He then walked off. It was a few weeks before I saw him again. My make-up had improved over time. I had been dressing each Sunday morning hoping we would get together and also hoping we wouldn't. When we did meet again, we would either sit on that same bench making out, or walking the street together kissing and letting him feel me up.I felt so alive! So sexy! So much a woman! End of Spring term came and we never saw each other again. I never let him go further and at the same time wish we had. I also never learned if he knew or not. And in a way it never really mattered. He treated me as the woman I felt I was. 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