Crossdressing: Forced to Be a Schoolgirl

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My phone was almost dead, so I hoped it lasts long enough to continue communicating with him, that is if he’s really coming. About 20 minutes later he texts me again…he’s pulling in the long driveway. He finally arrived at the doorstep, I went to greet him, a bit nervous but excited at the same time. He seemed to be excited and a bit nervous to see me as well. He was looking hot in a beautiful red flouncing dress with nice heels. He was slim and looked quite feminine indeed. I was happy with what I was seeing. One time, I met my husband at the door to surprise him a little fantasy...and he said...Come on...what?...We went out on the town and I called him DADDY. And people thought I was a waitress. Moderators posted a poll. It was the members that voted to ban the filters and edits/touching up of posts.

The girls on a night out in York. Photograph: the author Maxine is a York transvestite, part of a thriving world which few people know or understand. Here she explains what it means to be involved in that world, introduces some of her friends, and reveals the emotional and practical challenges they face ok and expected/desired to critique dressing style, techniques, colors, and how to improve upon them. All comments need to be made to help the poster achieve their goal of betterment and achieving a "classy" look. Outright comments that are not "helpful" are potentially harassment. Maybe my girlfriend and best glamour photographer in the world can figure it...but you have to know how to do it,For crossdressers and transgender women, it’s a fantastic opportunity to showcase your feminine side to the world, even if you usually keep it private. but Mrs X...wins because of her shoes. The shoes were all vinyl and at that time, they were not common. And they cost a fortune. this is me at a little event. Yes i was a helper as i was at work and was not able to get in very little mood.

Be nice to each other. Don't harass. We are about clothing, makeup, and passing in public. Comment on these and not I want to date you, screw you, etc.. Not a dating app!

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It's after church, and hot in Florida, but taking pictures, excite me so much....I just love to take pictures. She said "Angie, you are a nut". Most hood ornaments are phallic symbols, they were very obvious, the new cars have moved to a indented CLEFT....THE VAGINA. Your post was removed for being an Altered picture but, it's just that you are really that pretty(or handsome) we are sorry but AI and filters are sometimes hard to tell. We are doing our best. Now we all had to read a chapter, from the book that lesson from the Bible that day. When it came to my turn, as we read going around, four girls on my left and four girls on my right, me “piggy-in-the-middle.”

My name is Roger. I am a 29 years old, white, a little skinny , and a married (secret) crossdresser. I really love wearing women’s clothes and I am crazy about pantyhose (and tights. I love the total coverage and the sensation that pantyhose gives me. Bullied yes, by some, but I let it go over my head, as thinking, what mom always told me, ” the more you take notice, the worse they be. ” The red pussy cat bow is at the point of the heart, not too deep now. This is my teaching dress for femininity seminar. I designed it with subliminal signals to attract men. Or that special man, but crowds of happily married men, can't help but look. Wooden heels. Of course the beautiful sheer petticoat. My hall in my house, it fools some people who just keep walking into the next room, but it's the wall. I taught at home and I had makeup studio at home. When I walked into this house for sale, I said , it looks like a bar, or a whore house. Ahhh perfect for me. This dress is 25 years old. A number ten.

Some members are above and beyond or "Classy" and practice it in ALL of their posts across ALL subs on Reddit. These embers are awarded the "I'm Classy" flair that appears after the user name wherever it shown on our sub. When receiving comments or tips from these users you can assume that they know class. Since my preteen years and into my teens, I knew there was something not right. I seemed to be not like other boys, small-boned, petite and a little fragile, for a boy. I wish i could shoot this better. I used automatic focus and it needs to have the digital white thingee defeated. This top is silver threads and shines...like blinding light...and digital won't catch it... Just imagine, you step out your front door in full fem-mode for the first time, for a stroll into the centre of York. As you set off, you are first spotted by a neighbour; then on the journey meet a friend who “reads” you; although you are grown-up and live on your own now, a little bit further on the same happens with someone from your own family; then you encounter a colleague from work, perhaps your boss!