Cross Dresser Success Stories are stories of hope and inspiration from members of the crossdressing community. They speak to personal triumphs – of self acceptance, of acceptance by others. I believe that each story combines as a symphony to showcase the beauty of the human spirit. If you’d like to join the orchestra please submit your cross dresser success story. Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. I was told to stand up in the middle of the room and raise my arms out to my side and hold them there and not move, my mind was racing and thinking lo... My real name no one will ever know, but that’s my choice and want to keep my private and personal life away from prying eyes because of what I really ...

Aunt Marilyn: “Now, when you need to use the bathroom, you will sit down to pee. You are now my niece, a girl. We are going to have such fun, while you are here. Oh you’re going to see some change in you. ” We started to look at our relationship with new dimension straight after our marriage and finally we thought it was what both of us wanted. There are so many things to take care of we want this to be extremely personal. At home I call him Anjali just to remind him of his status. I want to make him wear something that reminds him of me, few people around the world use nose rings but it is not possible for us as our's is behind closed door relationship. It's upto me to decide what he will be wearing but I haven't yet found the suitable item. Mainly on Sundays I make him a complete women, I make him wear everything from noserings to anklets. It acts as a perfect dose for whole week. We have even agreed upon spanking if necessary but I am bit hesitant to use it. On our wedding night though I gave him few just as a reminder that I am in charge. Since than it has been almost three weeks and he has been a pretty well housewife I should say, I have been forgiving for small mistakes as he is still learning. It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had.I had no idea what to do. Literally just froze. He also had no idea what to do and froze. After a few seconds he said “hey, whatcha doing?”. To which I replied “not much, going to take a nap actually”. One of the most significant aspects of my journey has been the importance of community and support networks. Connecting with other crossdressers, joining support groups, and engaging in online communities provided a sense of belonging. These networks offered advice, shared experiences, and most importantly, a reminder that I was not alone in my journey. I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart.

No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door. And then the front door opened! My heart raced. I looked around the room and there was literally no escape apart from breaking the window and jumping out. I could tell from the footsteps that it was my dad and he was on his way in.

Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing. Too bad. I had a couple of outfits now. I loved the one yellow floral dress, because it was such a soft material, and when I whirled around, it would swish against the pantyhose, and send shivers up and down my spine. I just loved it! It turned me on so much! But one day, even in full dress, it didn’t seem like enough. I wanted more! Nobody was home, so for the first time, I left my room dressed as a girl. I was *so* afraid that someone would look in the windows and see me! Come on, we’re late. We’re taking your father out to dinner tonight for his birthday. Don’t you remember?” There is a nice Headline given to the post "Mistress Writes". I am Priya the leading women of our relationship. Things have not been so smooth in our relationship, it didn't go according to plan totally but both of us are doing our best to maintain it. I started getting ready without wasting time. I started with makeup, then undergarments and a pink bodycon dress that I recently brought in. I finished my transformation with a blonde wig, pantyhose and high heels. It was surprising to see my reflection in the mirror as a girl. I thought I looked cute.

During the spring of my freshman year at college I was completely obsessed with a girl in my Early American Lit class. All I knew about her was that her name was Anne and she didn’t much care for the poetry of Philip Freneau. I asked her out a few times after class, but my advances didn’t interest her. After a few rejections I didn’t bother anymore, but unfortunately I couldn’t get her out of my mind so easily. What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face.

Hope and Light

When I was about 20, came home from college for Christmas break. One day, I thought everyone would be at work all day so I went to Target and did some shopping. I still remember like it was yesterday.

Introduction : This is story of a boy Nitesh who transforms him to a female. All the characters are Fictional.Once all together I headed for the club. I was excited about being out and not at all nervous. I was even able to drive in my heels. worse day by day. One day she called Nitesh and told before dying she wanted to see Nitesh as girl. She handed all of her savings so Nitesh could do surgery. Nitesh didn't want to disappoint her at afterall it was her who gave him new life in this unknown land. So Nitesh decided to go for a SRS, after consulting with doctor he fixed the date. Finally the surgery was performed and after surgery it looked as if Nitesh was born as a girl. Everything looked so normal it was amazing that a guy looked so beautiful. Within a month after his surgery his mother died. But before dying she gave him a new name "Natasha". It was very hard time for Natasha specially she was left alone now with her caretaker no more there. Soon she faced financial problems, she had a house to live but had to find a job for herself. She struggled here and there but was unable to find a proper job. But after initial search she found onerestaurant who offered the job of waitress toglamorousfemales. She faced the interview was got selected for the job. Caleb’s sentence was cut off as June-May suddenly burst into tears. Caleb shuffled over to put his arm around her. She gasped to catch her breath in between her heaving sobs. One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.