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A while back, after a breakup, I had been using phone sex services regularly. I usually used Femdom providers.
One woman I called kept telling me I needed to get peach colored lipstick to give blowjobs. She figured had a slutty alter ego.
After using her regularly, I got a notification for registered mail waiting at the post office. I got the parcel and opened it up in the car. It was a pair of silky panties and a note from the provider. I called her later that day and she made me put on the panties and lipstick and promise I’d suck cock.
That started my secret fetish. I dress up in stockings, 4”heels, and lingerie and act as a cock hungry sissy slut.
I was an 18 year old, discrete crossdresser. I stole my aunts high heels and my cousins gymnastics leotard and gave head to another man. I felt sexy as fuck.
Started crossdressing when i was in high school. Wore outgrown pants that were so tight that you can clearly see the outline of my legs and butt. My classmate commented that i look nice in them so when i got home i looked at myself in the mirror. and there i saw what he meant, my lower part is shaped like a girl's. That's when wore girls short shorts under my regular shorts when i ride my bike. Once i got far from our house, i took off my regular shorts and pull up my girls short shorts to make them a lot shorter. Now i get cat calls from guys when i buy groceries in my cute shorts. I got to taste my first cock while wearing my sexy outfits.
Yesterday, I was shopping at JC Penny's and went into a fitting room to try on some jeans. Someone before me had left a bra hanging there.
I couldn't help myself and I put it on and wore it home. I'm a guy.
I guess I asked for it sort of. She ordered me to make a video last night. I was told to set up my video camera in her room. Go in and strip right in front of the camera and start jerking off. Then pretend to steal the panties that she just took off. I had to put them on and jerk off. Just before I blew my load she came in a "caught" me. Now she's telling everyone she actually caught me in her room and is GIVING copies to our friends.
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
I'm a 25 year old male and I once paid a girl to dress me up in her panties, bra, miniskirt, high heels, and a blonde wig and then laugh at me and taunt me. It was so humiliating but soooo hot.
I am a secret crossdresser and when girlfriend is out I go to my garage and bring out my bag of lingerie.
I have a satin fetish and love the way it makes me feel. I get dressed up in black satin bra and thong, suspender belt, stockings and a black satin chemise. I then have webcam chats with men admitting I am gay and they tell me what a sissy I am.
Once I am finished I always feel a bit of shame and consider telling my girlfriend the truth but always end up putting the bag back and wait until the next time I am alone.
Like Confession #1445, i, too, have a fetish for long, straight, hair. Our confessions aren't just similar-they are copies.
When I was a young teen, my older sister (8 yrs older) briefly moved back home. When no one was home, I used to crossdress in my Mom's clothes. With my sister home, I started sneaking into her room and started wearing her more modern, stylish clothes. Think late 1960's-mini-skirts, tube tops, hoop earrings, etc.. She was a brunette and had two hairpieces. One was a beautiful, full, chocolate brown, shoulder length, page-boy wig with full bangs. The other was a nice fall, about 18", curled upward ala MTM. During the summer, when school was out, I was allowed to be home alone, sorta like latch key. Sometimes I would take a day home alone and dress up in make up, padded bras, panties, nylons, get into my my sister's clothes and her wig and then masturbate. My favorite was to dress up with the full wig and then jack off with the fall. The feel of the hair on my dick was/is just indescribable both physically and sexually. Intoxicating. And so it is to this day. I.m in my early sixties and still have a long, straight hair fetish. By happy (or perhaps, unhappy) coincidence to my hair fetish, during my life I was married to a certain woman for 25 years. It was dysfunctional the whole time in one way or another and we ultimately had no intercourse during the last ten years until divorce. That was 8 years ago. BUT... in that last 10 year time period, my sexual needs were meet EXCLUSIVELY with hairjobs. Ok, maybe a blow job or two. Anything but intercourse. She was glad to be let off the hook and I was now able to tune into a fetish I'd only dreamed about and so the bargain was struck. It was a match made in heaven (sort of). and lasted for about 8 or 9 years. I could and did get them whenever I wanted. And Sunday mornings were set in stone. Otherwise, I could either jack myself off with my wife accommodating me in various positions to put her hair on me or she would jack me off with her hair while I kicked back. .I am single now and retired and have a few "girls" who service me regularly. I have a small walk-closet with some wig heads positioned. I like to get stoned (I live in a cannabis legal state) and do some dressing up and retire to my fun room. I put on my favorite wig for the day and then jack off with my next favorite hairpiece.
I'm a crossdresser, and have been for over 20 years. A few weeks ago, I met another crossdresser and we sucked each other off, the first time I ever sucked a dick. Since then, I've sucked two more, and I want more. I love it.
I am a 25 year old male and I fantasize about being dressed up like a little girl. I would give anything for someone to feminize me.
I'm a 65 year old bisexual male who loves to cross-dress. I've been doing this now for seven years. Wearing women's clothing just feels so good to me. When I get up in the morning, I can't wait to get my entire body shaved completely smooth, put on makeup and do my nails. Next comes my thong, corset, push-up bra, hip and butt pads, garter belt and nylons. Since I've been taking phytoestrogen supplements the whole time, my boobs have grown to fit snugly into a 42C bra. My boobs are really nice. Guys go crazy for them. I began using breast forms to augment my appearance, but I don't need them anymore to get a nice effect. I really love my boobs and fondle them as often as possible. Next comes a silky slip to drape over my torso, followed by a sexy dress with its hemline falling just above my knees. The neckline of my dress must plunge low enough to expose my cleavage. My legs have received many compliments on their shape, so I always wear a fashionable pair of heels to bolster their appearance. Earrings, necklace, bracelet and a nice wig complete the look.
My wardrobe is extensive. I have dozens of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes. outerwear and accessories. Wigs of all shades and lengths are available to me as well. No matter how much I have, I can't resist the urge to buy more. Its definitely an obsession. When I'm fully dressed and see myself in the mirror, I nearly come to climax. OMG, how I wish I could be a woman. I'm so jealous of those who are.
Being bisexual, I crave having sex other men. As a younger man, it was relatively easy to hook up for same sex experiences. However, as I aged, it became harder to arrange such trysts. Becoming a crossdresser definitely increased my chances for success. I discovered that many men love "chicks with dicks". It opened up a whole new world for me. As soon as I began appearing in drag, I became much more desirable. My date requests grew immensely. I could pick and choose which ones to accept.
One thing I've always fantasized about was being a prostitute. How lucky women are that they can do this. I could never understand why more ladies don't participate in that occupation. I fantasized about it so much, I decided to try my luck as a crossdressing escort. Websites for escort service advertising are all over the internet. I offered my services on as many of them as I could. I really didn't know if I'd get any responses. To my surprise, the replies were overwhelming.
It was so easy to find men who wanted to have sex with me. There were several women as well. I've lost count of how many men I've sold my body to, but it has to be at least several hundred. Age range also surprised me. The youngest man I did told me he was 18, and I'm not sure if he really was . He looked no more than 16 and didn't have a car. I asked to see his ID, but he declined to show me anything. I probably shouldn't have had sex with him, but the opportunity was too irresistible. The oldest guy was in his 70's and the rest were part of every age group in between.
So far, I've made tens of thousands of dollars over the years as a part-time prostitute. I know its not the right thing to do, but I just can't stop. I've tried to quit many times. I love the work so much the idea of quitting is to depressing. I can't keep doing this forever. What am I going to do?
When I was younger (I won't say how old) I used to talk with older gay guys online. I eventually started taking pics and even taking requests for what they wanted to see. A few wanted to see me in panties so I would swipe from my sister's dresser and put them on. I guess they looked good because more and more guys wanted to see it. Eventually it led me to buying a wig and putting on my sisters clothes & makeup for them. It then went from pics to vids of me stripping and masturbating for them. Thinking back now about it turns me on so much. I often times wish I was a girl.
I like to crossdress very much and wish to have sex with males and have fun like a woman.
I am a 24 year old male and I absolutely love to wear women's clothing, lingerie, panties,bras, skirts, etc. I love to wear Hello Kitty, Disney Princess and Victoria's Secret Pink panties. I am completely obsessed with wearing girl's clothing and have done it since I was 16. I love women's clothing and I wish I was born a girl. I am jealous of women for getting to wear those clothes all the time.
I'm a 16 year old male (for real; I'm not trying to bait anyone, or anything). I've always looked somewhat feminine, taking a lot more after my mom than my dad. When I was younger, I was even occasionally mistaken for a girl. That said, I'm a junior at a fairly progressive high school, and in my Drama class before Winter Break, I played the role of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. My Drama teacher is sort of weird. He's also VERY particular about the craft, so I was fully costumed and wore makeup the day of. To top it all off: it was a kiss scene! Now for the confession: my partner, playing Romeo, wanted to do the "thumb trick", where I would end up kissing his thumbs instead of his lips. I said okay, but when the kiss happened at the climax of the scene...I moved his thumbs away! He was really embarrassed, and so was I, but in the moment I felt really compelled to do it. I tried to apologize afterwards, but he just dismissed it...I'm not sure what to do now...
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When I was teenager home by myself I used to put on my sisters dress and wear my mothers lipstick. Later on I worked at a library wearing panties and nail polish. Now my wife has stopped wearing bras so I want to wear them, but don’t want her to know but I’m not worried if my daughter sees me in a dress for some reason. She’s just bought some bras and I wish I could bought some too.
I have been a closet cross dresser since age 11. 30 yrs later I still love to dress up as a girl (preteen to late teen styles) As I have gotten older I have only grown to love dressing up more and more..staying fully dressed as a girl for a week which I find myself acting like a young girl. I am always buying hosiery dresses,skirts as my girl wardrobe has surpassed my male wardrobe by far.
Recently made an onlyfans so I can descretly post my crossdressing photos. I love wearing cute panties.
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