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Dressing for pleasure-Shopping

March 2nd, 2010 12:19 pm MST

I know some of the examples I chose for my series on different type of dresses were way too expensive for most people, including me. So I wanted to show you some great buys for under $100. All of these are from Nordstrom and can also be ordered online and picked up at the store. If you’re really a coward you can have them shipped to your house, apartment, or closet.

This is a Maggy London, Print Matte Jersey Shift Dress. It has 3/4 length sleeves, very cool colors, and its $98.

This next one is a Donna Morgan,  Printed Shift Dress. Also $98. This is very cute with a floral print and there is even a video to help you find your size. Some of these dresses do come in small sizes, so if you can’t find something in your size move on.

Now this one I think you’ll really like. Its a Girly 50’s style, Floral Printed Dress. It has ruffled trim along the neck, and sweet puffed sleeves. This one is $88.

Still over budget? How about this adorable Velvet Torch, Ruffled Lace Dress! Its a sheath dress with feminine ruffles and lace, and its only $44.

Now, the thing about most of these is that they have to be dry cleaned. That and the fact that they are made for Kate Moss type models so your size might not be available.

I just want you to know that for $25-$100 there are plenty of dresses out there that are comfortable, will fit you, and can be washed in the machine with your fishing and hunting gear if necessary. Be prepared to smell like tuna, turkey, or deer meat (heaven forbid!) if you are too lazy to separate.

Other great places to try are Walmart, JC Penny, Sears, Target, and Burlington Coat Factory if there’s one near you. The first few places you can order online, and Burlington doesn’t seem to care much about your personal life as long as you spend money. I’m told they are very cross dresser friendly, but don’t expect  a complete show. If they help you find your size, and don’t scream like someone from a horror movie that should be enough.

I’m just kidding, they very rarely scream like that!

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Sissy Permit and License

January 9th, 2010 7:42 am MST

Why do I need a sissy license Miss Teresa?

Download you sissy permit, fill in your name with a pink pen, marker, or crayon, and start practicing. Just imagine how proud you'll be when you show your new, laminated license to the boys at the barber shop!

AND LEARN THE SONG! I Feel Pretty!

I just love sissies!

Sissy Permit-valid for one month

Download your sissy permit now!

The Sissy Pledge!

Download the sissy pledge now!

UPDATE: Due to complications, there will be no obstacle course, beauty contest, or talent competition at this time. And there is no test or training required. Licenses can be printed out and used with reckless abandon. If you really need help filling it out and adding your picture, send me your info and I'll make you one.

Run wild sissies-run free!

Strapped In Silk Sissy License Sample

Print the one that looks best on your computer.
A standard Drivers License is 3 3/8" x 2 1/8"

License size: 246 x 161 pixels

License size: 500 x 327 pixels

License size: 85 x 54 millimeters

or

Download the PSD file

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Go Ask Teresa-Privacy

January 4th, 2010 10:13 am MST

I want you to know that although I sometimes joke about this, I do realize that a fetish is a very private thing. And I am fully aware that being a cross dresser is far from easy. Marriages are destroyed, lives are sometimes torn apart, alcohol and drugs are often used to try to cope, and suicides are sometimes the result of a unbearable conflict.

My goal when starting my website, was to try to help people feel better about themselves, and their lifestyle. I thought that if I could provide a simple way for you to enjoy your fantasy, such as an audio story, it just might make it easier to deal with your conflicts and confusion, and maybe explore it further.

I like to think I have helped at least some people, and I hope that I can help more. This is why I may seem different to you. I do understand, and honestly care about people. I try to keep things light and strap-on some humor whenever possible.

I also want you to know that I never share any personal information, pictures, or stories without permission, and the people who know me will tell you that. I'm sure there are many of you that have thought about doing a personalized story, but were afraid to share such an intimate part of yourself, and that's fine.

I hope you are enjoying my stories, rants, and attempts at comedy, and I'd like to thank you for cuming. (Oops)

To quote my old friend Tony, who is no longer with us, “It's a good life if you don't weaken.”

To be honest I'm not sure exactly what he meant, but I think of him often.

Hold that thought...

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Crossdresser Porn?

December 30th, 2009 8:58 am MST

My friend Michael came over yesterday to visit and walked in with my mail.

“LOOK-The new Victoria’s Secret catalog is here!”, he announced like a kid with a toy.

“That’s good honey, why don’t we go the mall today? It is Take A Sissy Shopping day ya know?”

“Oh I’m not really ready right now, thank you anyway. Can I have this?”

“Sure you can have it, why don’t we look at it together, and I’ll tell you what I think would look good on you, would you like that?”

He looked like he just won the lottery, and smiled and nodded, giggling a bit as we sat down on the couch.

I remember all the guys that told me that these catalogs are like porn to them. From sneaking into the old Sears catalog as kids, to the Sunday circulars with lingerie and women’s clothing ads. They told me that they would much rather have a lingerie catalog like this than any men’s magazine in the world. And I understood.

As we were looking at all the pretty bras and panties, and the beautiful models, my first thought was that I really didn’t need anything new right now, but I still liked to shop. And my next thought was that I too liked to look at gorgeous women in their underwear! The big difference was that I didn’t have to hide it like they do, and that I was more attracted to the women than their clothes.

I suddenly felt a little bad for my cross dressing friend, and all the difficulties he must face having this fetish. But as we looked through the catalog, and discussed his favorite panties, he went into girl mode and it was as if he was in another world. If this is all it takes to make someone happy, I thought, then he can have all the catalogs and lingerie he wants!

Life can be so simple-yet so complex.


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Go Ask Teresa-Mothers

December 21st, 2009 7:07 am MST

J: Dear Miss Teresa, I'd like to know how the Mother fits in to all of this. What in your experience is the connection?

Me: Well J, this is a very delicate subject. Are you sure you want to get into it? Wouldn't you rather discuss something else? What's your favorite kind of cheese?

J: Do you think that crossdressing is a variation on the Oedipus complex?

Me: Little known fact. Oedipus used to design very intricate birdhouses. He was one of the first to create the bird condominium, with little indoor and outdoor pools, and a tiny gym where they could work out.

J: I mean, so many stories have to do with being caught by Mom, and then dressed as one of her girls. And I think that most crossdressers began by dressing in their Mother's clothes. Also, it seems to be a very common fantasy to be shipped off to girls school or a relative like an Aunt. Do you think this is a substitute for the Mother figure?

Me: Did you know that some ants can lift 10-50 times their body weight? Wouldn't it be cool if they got together at night and moved peoples cars just to flip them out?

J: I think this is a very important issue, and has a lot to do with the incredible guilt that so many people deal with, don't you?

Me: OK J, I'll be serious. First of all, gender awareness and human sexual development begins at the age of 2 or 3. To get technical:

“In “normal” development, the Oedipus complex is resolved. The son now identifies with the father; he no longer views him as a rival. The son develops affection for, not libidinal attraction to the mother. The sexual libido directed toward the mother is sublimated and becomes non-sexual affection. The son seeks a female (sexual) partner other than the mother. Libidinal attachment to the mother is SUBLIMATED into sexual attraction for other women (substitutes).”  Sigmund Freud-Dissolution of the Oedipal Complex

Right, well what does that mean? He used to do a lot of blow so its hard to follow. Basically it means nothing, its just a theory. A theory is a guess. So what I am going to say is more or less my theory, my guess, and my opinion.

This is a hypothetical case, I know that not all crossdressers get sexually aroused from it, or have fantasies about forced feminization and humiliation.

I think that sex is one of the most confusing things in our lives. For some it comes easy (excuse the pun), but for others it takes a lifetime to figure out. For a crossdresser the feeling of first putting on women's clothes, say a pair of panties, is a highly erotic and pleasurable experience. Soon afterwards it becomes a confusing and anxiety producing compulsion, that cannot be denied or ignored. He continues to dress up despite more and more stress and guilt.

As he reaches adolescence and begins to masturbate, his confusion is multiplied. Not only is he wearing female underwear, but he is often fantasizing about being feminized by women, and sometimes it may be his Mother. My guess is that to avoid this guilt of being aroused while thinking about her, he begins to substitute others in her role. A neighbor, the girls at school, a relative, or maybe all of them at a large party.

So to makes things more complicated, he now has a fetish to wear women's clothes, he has fantasies about being dominated, feminized, and humiliated, and he has little if any desire for a normal sexual relationship with a woman. In a nutshell, he's a mess!

Should I go on?

J: Is it too late to talk about cheese?

Me: Oh yes, I'm on a roll.

J: Actually Miss Teresa, everything you've said is right on the money. I don't know how you could possibly know all this, but this is exactly what I went through. Exactly!

Me: OK J, let me sum it up as painlessly as I can. This may seem extreme, but being gay, or bisexual in my case, is just as confusing and stressful. When your desires and sexual preference seems wrong, you may feel like its your fault, and that something is wrong with you. There are no easy answers, and many people spend half their lives trying to be someone they're not, and that's if they finally figure it out! Just know that being different is not a bad thing although it will be hard, and there is help and support out there no matter what your situation. Was that any help at all?

J: I'm going to call my Mom.

Me: Me too!

I LOVE YOU MOM!

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Shopping with Jamie

November 23rd, 2009 7:10 pm MST

Back in September, we had some painting done in exchange for a little dressing up and a makeover. Jim, or Jamie as he likes to be called,  did a fantastic job and we all had a great time helping him become the girl of his dreams. I recently gave his number to a friend and he called to thank me. He had a very interesting proposition and asked if I was interested.

“So how have you been you sexy thing?”

Oh really good Miss Teresa, really good. In fact I just finished a very large job and have all this extra money!”

“Great! What are you planning on doing with it?”

“Well, thats kinda why I called, I mean, besides to thank you for the reference. I uh, I want to blow it all on clothes.”

“Well that sounds like fun. I just love to shop for new clothes.”

“Well, uh, I kinda was wondering if you’d like to go with me. I mean take me. I mean, uh, help me sorta.”

“Come on boy, I think you’re trying to tell me something. Go on, spit it out.”

“I want to buy myself some lingerie, and dresses, and makeup.”

“That’s nice.”

“I, I uh, I have trouble going into the stores by myself. I, get very excited if you know what I mean and have to leave.”

“I think I do know what you mean Jamie. I know how excited you got as soon as I handed you your panties last time! Have you considered wearing something to hold you in? Maybe a body shaper of some kind?”

“I didnt think of it, no, but I’d have the same problem buying that too. I was wondering if, if, oh nevermind.”

“What is it? You can tell me honey.”

“OK here goes. I have a fantasy about being taken lingerie shopping and having the salesgirls all know that the stuff is for me. If, well I was thinking that maybe you could help me out. I have about $400 I’d like to spend, and if you go with me I’d be happy to spend half of it on you.”

“Let me get this straight. You’d like me to take you shopping, tell the girls that you want to buy lingerie, and that you love to wear girls clothes, and you’ll buy me two hundred dollars worth of things for myself?”

“Yes.”

“Sounds good to me! I’ll tell you what. I’ll get you a nice body shaper in your size, and you can come over and pick me up tomorrow. We’ll get you panties, bras, nighties, makeup, dresses, whatever you want. You do realize that for two hundred dollars you may not get all of that though. The body shaper alone is about fifty dollars.”

“That, that’s fine! That’s great! What time can I come over?”

“How about 3:00 or so, is that good for you?”

“YES! I mean, yes that will be great. You are a wonderful person Miss Teresa!”

“Oh, thanks honey but I think you are too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there exactly at three!”

“You’re not gonna get all weird on me are you?”

“No, no, I’m just looking forward to it. Thanks again. Goodbye!

YES-YES-YOWZA! THIS WILL BE AWESOME! YEE-HAW”

Uh sweetie-you might want to hang up the phone. See you tomorrow.”

“Oops, sorry. Bye!”

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Go Ask Teresa-FEAR!

November 15th, 2009 6:18 am MST

B: I really, really want to order your Beauty School CD Miss Teresa, but I cant risk having it sent to my house! I am so afraid of my wife finding out! I only go to your website when she's not home, and then I clear all the history! Now she's been asking me why I'm doing this! I have to have it-its my complete fantasy! What can I do?

Me: GET A GRIP! What are ya, a sissy? Oh yea. How old are ya kid?

B: I'll be 47 next month.

Me: Listen kid, I have a plan. Now shut up and pay attention. First of all its a download, not an actual CD that would be sent to your house. I send it to your email, see?

B: Oh, I didn't realize that. But my wife!

Me: SHUDDUP!

Now the first thing ya wanna do is download Firefox. You can have it clear your history every time you sign off, it even asks ya?

B: But...

Me: SHUDDUP!

Now you're gonna get an email in another name see? They're all free, just pick a name and remember it. If ya want, ya can write the name and password in a book that nobody reads, get it?

B: Yes Miss Teresa.

Me: You can use a credit card, or if you're still yeller, an e-check. No traces. Then I send the file to this email that nobody knows about, see?

B: Wow you're really good at this.

Me: Yea, I been around.

B: But what about downloading and saving the file? How can I hide it?

Me: Here's what you're gonna do. Ya download it when no ones around, and save it in a folder. Ya name the folder like another one, but add a letter. Then you put that folder in a different folder that never gets used, see?

B: But what if she finds it and listens?

Me: Ok, lets play it safe. Ya burn it onto a blank CD and stash it somewhere. Drive out to the dessert, get comfy and play it in your car.

B: Not bad, you're very sneaky.

Me: Thanks kid, but I'm only helpin ya cause this stuff is harmless. So ya like to wear panties and prance around like Cinderella? Who gives a flyin rats ass?

B: My wife actually.

Me: YER A SISSY! Oh yea, that's what this is about huh? Well, there ya go kid. Now ya can have a party in your pants. Play some pocket pool, adjust the antenna, baste the ham, badger the witness, buff the banana, cuff the carrot, flog the dolphin, milk the moose, oil the glove, rope the pony, yank the yo-yo, knock yourself out.

Just one more thing. Yer not gonna do anything illegal are ya? Anything strange or sick?

B: Oh Lord no Miss Teresa, I just want to wear pretty things and act like a beautiful girl.

Me: That's what I figured. This conversation never took place, ya hear? Now go grow a pair.

B: Thank you Miss Teresa, but I don't want to grow a pair because...

Me: SHUDDUP!

Got a light?

Photo by Hrói

Disclaimer: I do not normally talk like this. I am in no way encouraging anyone to do anything illegal or immoral. Its just that in my experience many crossdressers do not want their friends and family discovering their little fetish. Right Mr. Madoff?

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Making Marissa

November 1st, 2009 1:10 pm MST

I've just added a new 30 minute audio about a special experiment that changes Jims life forever!

http://www.strappedinsilk.com/making-marissa.jpg

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Go Ask Teresa-Dressing my ex

October 8th, 2009 3:31 pm MDT

 

Go Ask Teresa

My Ex

L: I read your post about your first boyfriend and was really touched, that was beautiful! I was wondering if your ex husband used to cross dress, and did you help him explore his fetish? I can't imagine why he would possibly leave you Miss Teresa.

Me: First of all, I left him!

When I thought about your question I started to laugh, but it really was very far from a funny situation. The answer is no-never-not in a million years.

When I first started dating, I would look for a person who was honest with himself and with others. Someone who wasn't caught up in trying to be a tough guy, or a player, or something he thought he should be, either because of his upbringing or society. At the same time I was fighting my attraction to women because I felt that that it wasn't the way I should be. So it was wrong from the beginning.

I ended up doing what a lot of confused people do, and chose someone that was actually the opposite of what I was really looking for and needed. My ex husband is an former marine, a body builder, and a scumbag. O0ps, I told myself I wasn't going to go there, but the hell with it. Yes, it was my fault for marrying someone that I knew wasn't right for me in so many ways, but as time went by I saw sides of him that I never could have imagined.

I think I was attracted to my first boyfriend because he was a wonderful person. Caring, considerate, loyal, and he just happened to like to crossdress. That was his fetish, and at the time I thought it was, lets say-unusual. But that wasn't who he was. He wasn't just a man in women's clothes. He was my friend and lover and confidant. Looking back on those days I realize that he taught me the most valuable thing that anyone ever has. That a person is more than the sum of their parts. A person is not only their body, job, career, car, and all the other things we associate someone with, but a complete human being, made up of emotions, feelings, and attitudes towards other people and the world.

Now that I'm divorced and live with my girlfriend, I see how true this is every day. I love someone for who they are and not what they are. Sure, she's incredibly attractive, smart, wealthy, and an animal in bed, but that's just a coincidence. (Isn't is honey?)

Dress my ex? Surely you jest!

Looks are deceiving

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Go Ask Teresa

September 18th, 2009 6:47 pm MDT

I’ve decided to help you girls with any issues you might be having. Mental anguish, guilt, fetishes, shopping tips, whatever. Just ask!

Feel free to contact me anytime, and just like Jeopardy, it must be in the form of a question. NO real names will be used.

Click on the Picture to see my new column-Go Ask Teresa!

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Working It!

September 13th, 2009 7:48 pm MDT

I’ve needed some repairs and painting done in a bedroom for a long time and decided to get some estimates. I had a water leak in the ceiling, and there was a hole there since it was fixed a month ago. Several professional painters came in and they all wanted $700 or more to do the job. I decided to ask my friends if they knew someone who might do it for less.

One of my friends told me about Jim, a young guy going to college, who also has a painting business on the side. She told me that he immediately came to mind, because being best friends with his sister, she knew he was also a crossdresser. I suggested she give him my phone number and website and ask him to call if he was interested in a possible barter. Less than an hour later the phone rang. The conversation went something like this:

“Hi, Miss Bowers?”
“This is she”
“This is Jim from Paragon Painting,  Susan told me you need some work done”
“I do indeed Jim. Would you like to come over and discuss it?”
“Sure, by the way I love your website. I don’t know if she mentioned it but, uh, I, uh, maybe we can work something out”
“Absolutely, I’m sure we could. When can you come over to take a look?”
“How about tonight around 7:00?”
“Perfect, see ya then”

I discussed it with my girlfriend and made sure she was there to help me decide if this was a good idea. 7:00 sharp his van pulled up.

“Wow-he’s cute isn’t he? And besides a having a recommendation, we know his address and everything! This will be fun”

“Lets meet him first OK? You’re too trusting sometimes Teresa”.

“That’s why you’re here Ashley. I’ll let him in”

Hi, Miss Bowers? I’m Jim”

“Come in Jim, and you can call me Teresa. I want you to meet my friend Ashley”

“Hello Ashley, nice to meet you. Wow, Susan didn’t tell me that you ladies were Gorgeous!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere sweetheart, walk this way”

“I’ll pass on the Groucho Marx line”

“No don’t. I want to know all about you! I was hoping we could work out some kind of arrangement rather than cash for the job. Let me show you the room and then we’ll talk. Its right here.
I need that hole patched, then the ceiling painted. And since the whole room will be covered, I thought we might as well paint the whole thing”.

“I’ll do it!”

“You’ll do what?”

“I’ll do the job for you, let me go get you some color charts”

“But we haven’t talked about the price? Sit down on the bed and tell me about yourself”

“Well, I’m going to school for art, and”

“Not that stuff silly, Do you like to wear girls clothes Jim?”

“Uh, can you get me some water or something please?”

“Sure, go get those charts and we’ll go over all the details”

“So, will he paint the ceiling?”

“I have a feeling I can get him to paint the whole house, but I don’t feel like moving everything. I want to do it, what do you think?”

“He does seem harmless. What does he want exactly?”

“I’ll let you know, probably just the usual dressing up and help with his makeup. Its got to be worth it to get all that finally finished right? Here he comes, you look over the color charts while we talk.

Give that stuff to Ashley, I want to ask you a few more questions in private, OK? Walk this way”

“I wish I could walk that way!”

“That’s what we’re going to talk about. Here’s your water, just relax and be honest with me. How long have you been dressing up as a girl?”

“OK Teresa, I’ve never really told anyone about this but I want to. I think I can trust you. I’ve been dressing up since I was about 7 or 8. I used to wear my sisters clothes all the time. I just loved it for some reason. It was all I could think about!

As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me up. Usually against my will! Is that crazy or what?”

“Darling, you’ve been to my website, and heard my stories right? I have heard this before you know. Please, go on”

“I want to be dressed up completely! I want to shave all my body hair, be put into silky lingerie, have my hair done, full makeup, my nails painted, be forced to wear stockings and a garter belt and heels. Then, I want to be teased, and made to talk and walk like a girl. Maybe in front of your friends! Then I want pictures taken of me in all kinds of sexy poses! In different outfits! I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life Teresa, I want it so badly but I’m afraid of actually doing it!”

“Two coats on the ceiling and walls?”

“What, do you mean, you’ll do it? All of that, even the pictures?”

“I’ll even put them on a CD for you to take home. When can you start?”

“Oh my God-I-now! Tomorrow! Whenever you want! Oh my God!

“Easy now girl, finish your water. We’ll call you with a color, and you can start Monday. Finish the job, help me put everything back, and I’ll spend the next day making you into Jamie. How does that sound?”

“Like Heaven Teresa-just like Heaven!”

“Run along now Jamie and we’ll see you around 9:00, is that good for you?’

“Oh my God! Whenever you want! Oh my God!

Dreams Do Cum True!

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Bedtime Feminization

September 11th, 2009 4:06 am MDT

I finally got the sound good enough for You Tube.Click on the screenshot to see the original.

Bedtime Feminization

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Is She For Real?

September 8th, 2009 9:20 pm MDT

My new friend Tiffany asked me a question today-how could a real woman enjoy feminizing men? Rather than write her directly and explain, I wanted to share this with anyone who might also be curious.

I am a makeup artist and model which means I love fashion, clothing of all kinds, accessories, and makeup. I am also bisexual which means I no longer had to deal with a typical Female/Male relationship (I did eventually get married and it was a tremendous mistake).

I began helping cross dressers with their clothing and makeup early in my modeling career and I realized that I loved the feeling of power, since basically, finding someone who would not only accept them but help make them pretty was a dream come true.
Later on, I had a friend that needed a place to stay and I thought he would be the perfect roommate. As it turned out that was the understatement of the year!
Michael and I had been friends for a long time. Once he moved in we began to go to movies, dinner, and just hang out almost as if we were dating. One night (this was when I was drinking) we talked about the possibility of becoming closer and I drunkenly blurted out “Actually Michael, the only way I’d have sex with you is if your wore a cute outfit, makeup, and perfume”.
He started stuttering, something I’d never heard him do before, and I made us another drink. He explained, with great difficulty, that that was his dream! And sex didn’t even have to be part of it!
Over the next three months that he lived there we explored every fantasy he’d ever had of cross dressing, forced feminization, and humiliation.

We agreed that we would have a normal relationship during the day until I decided otherwise. When I wanted to play I would say “Oh Michelle” in a teasing, sing-song way and that was his cue. He would answer in a soft, feminine voice and do anything I asked.
First I would play with him at home. I liked to make him look like a slut and would always do his makeup myself rather than teach him. The excitement in his face as I made him blot his freshly painted lips was a tremendous turn on for me. I was now in control of another person completely. I could make him cum just by choosing the right word, phrase, or tone of voice.
Sex was fantastic for me as I used him like a toy. He also was very, very good at eating pussy which was a big plus.
Next came shopping trips complete with him becoming “Michelle” at the store much to the girls amusement. Then the beauty salon, which was a huge fantasy of his. I had arraigned a complete makeover during Halloween week and once he was in the chair made “Michelle” confess that he wanted to be a pretty girl, and that this had nothing to do with Halloween.
Public humiliation, lingerie shows for my friends, loaning him out as a maid to neighbors, chastity devices, and strap-ons became our normal routine until finally he got another job in a different state and had to decide whether or not to take it.
I told him I thought he should since by this time I met a woman that I wanted to spend my time with.

Michael did leave that month and we had a three way with him completely dressed as a farewell celebration.
That feeling of power has never left me, and even though I now have sex with women exclusively, I get the same thrill every time I hold up a pair of panties and see them swoon with anticipation knowing that its up to me whether their lifelong dreams and fantasies will cum true this time.

Isis

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Dressing For Pleasure-Hypnotizing Michelle

August 17th, 2009 8:25 am MDT

I just finished recording my first hypnosis audio. Thanks to Michelle Collant for the story.

The Complete MP3

Hi, there. Today we’re going to try a new kind of hypnosis, a kind where you are in a waking trance as I instruct you on how to prepare yourself for an evening of feminine fabrics and textures, beauty and sensual ecstasy. Listen carefully as I walk you through all the steps needed to look, feel and orgasm like a beautiful, sexy woman.

We’re going to start by having you remove all your clothing. Then I want you to slip into a pair of pink nylon panties and a satin robe. Now, if your nails aren’t painted, go and paint them with a pretty coral pink polish, and make sure you do your toes, too. Maybe you can look through your favorite fashion magazines or at your favorite websites while you’re waiting for them to dry. Because girls love to paint their nails and think about being beautiful.

I like to create the proper mood for an evening of pleasure, so after your nails are dry, I want you to light two candles. Place them in different parts of the room to create a soft, warm, romantic feel. Put on some music that you like, too, if you wish to do so. Because girls love romance.

Then I want you to go to your secret, special drawer, or chest, or suitcase and open it. You know the one I’m talking about. I want you to take out the following items: a white lace corset, white panties with a lace front and sheer back, sheer white opera-length full-fashioned nylon stockings with seams, white patent leather pumps that have an ankle strap around the top with 4 inch heels, and a full-length sheer white peignoir that has a clasp in front. This could be a bridal negligee set, but tonight it’s a romantic, ultra-feminine ensemble just for your pleasure. Because girls love pretty lingerie and high-heel shoes.

As you take out the feminine items, I want you to take your time touching them. Glide your fingers over the lace and garters of the corset. Rub the slippery sheer nylon stockings and peignoir between your fingertips. Feel the elastic leg openings of the lacy panties. Touch the cool, glossy finish on the high-heel pumps. Because girls love to feel and touch sexy, sensual things.

Lay each item out on the bed carefully, and pause to look at how pretty the lingerie is just lying there on the bed, waiting for you to return and slip each item on. Because girls love anticipating pleasure.

I want you to go and run a nice, hot bath. Make sure you put lots of sudsy bubble bath in. While the bath is filling, do any touch-ups necessary on your face and eyebrows. Take your makeup out and arrange it neatly on the counter, so it’s ready to use after your bath.

Take one of the candles into the bathroom with you and put it on a corner of the tub. Turn the water off and climb into the hot, steamy suds. You feel your body shiver, then melt, as you immerse it and feel waves of warmth lull you into a blissful, dreamy peace. Notice your cute little painted toes hiding in the white foamy suds. You lazily massage the warm soapy water into your arms, shoulders and breasts and legs, admiring your long girly fingernails and slim, smooth feminine hands as they move about.

After relaxing for a while, take your shave cream and apply it to one leg, then carefully shave it. Then you do the other, and carefully shave any other spots you need to until your skin is smooth and silky all over. Drain the water, then rinse off under the shower, then give yourself a quick scrub with moisturizing body wash and a wonderfully perfumed shampoo. After thoroughly rinsing and drying yourself, you emerge fresh, feminine and smooth all over.

You apply some foam mousse to your hair and massage it in, then dry your hair until it’s fluffy and stylish. You slip on your satin robe, then return to begin your makeup. First, you apply concealer to the spots that need it, then rub it in. Then you shake and open the foundation, which feels creamy and cool as you gently rub in on your face until it has a smooth, flawless finish. Dab some loose powder on a clean cotton pad and gently pat your face with it to help the makeup set.

Then it’s time for eyeliner and mascara, which dramatically darken and extend your beautiful, long lashes. Then you take some subtly smoky eye shadow and apply it to your eyelids and a lighter shade to the area under your brows. Next it’s lip liner, in a pretty deep coral pink that’s almost more red than pink. Then it’s lipstick in the same shade, which you glide on over and over, savoring the feel of the little pink-red phallus on your soft, sensitive lips, until they’re coated with color. You pause to admire the shade, holding the erect lipstick case in your painted fingers, checking to make sure it’s perfect. You then take a tissue and blot it once, leaving a cute lipstick print in the middle. You decide to leave it on the counter as a girlish souvenir. Next, you take a fluffy makeup brush and swirl it gently across the blush, then sweep it over your cheeks until a soft, pink feminine glow starts to emerge.

When I say the word, “Blush,” you’re going to fall ten times deeper under my spell. Every time you hear the word “Blush” you’re going to feel my power ten times more intensely than before. * Blush *

You step back to admire the pretty woman staring back at you in the mirror, and smile. You decide some accessories are needed, so you take out your jewelry box and put on your favorite necklace, earrings and bracelet. You sway your head from side to side to feel the dangling earrings bob gently against your ears and neck. Your fingers feel bare, so you put a pretty, delicate ring on each hand, making your long, feminine fingers tipped with long, pretty, painted nails look even more graceful and beautiful. * Blush *

You reach for your favorite bottle of perfume and remove the cap, inhaling the intensely feminine scent. You spritz a little on your wrist, then rub them together. Then you give a tiny spritz over each breast, on your belly just above your vulva, and behind each knee. You smell and feel wonderfully girly as you replace the cap on the perfume and step into the bedroom.

Now it’s time to get dressed. You walk slowly over to the bed and survey the lingerie, stockings and shoes arranged on the bed. Your perfume lingers in the air, and you pause a moment, eyes closed, to savor the scent. You pick up the white panties and slip one foot through the lacy opening, then the other, pulling them up until they are snug between your legs. You run your pink nails over lacy front and feel a subtle throb start inside your clit. You turn and look in the mirror, admiring your smooth, naked bottom encased in the sheer nylon panties, and you gently grasp your cheeks and massage them. You tug on the panties and trace your pink fingers around and under the elastic leg openings and waistband, and shiver with anticipation.

When I say the words, “Panties,” you’re going to fall ten times deeper under my spell. Every time you hear the word “Panties” you’re going to feel my power throbbing in your clit ten times more intensely than before.

Taking the satin robe off, you lay it gently over a nearby chair, then step back over to the bed. You pick up the lacy white corset and wrap it around your waist, holding it in place with your wrists so you can begin fastening the dozen hook-eye clasps that run up the back. Since you don’t have anyone to help you, you must fasten them all yourself, the corset now backwards, until all are hooked. Now you must tug and slide the corset until the hooks are in the back and the lacy underwire bust is in the front. There. You can feel the spandex, nylon and boning hugging your torso tightly. * Panties * You slide your arms through the shoulder straps, then push the underwire boning up under your breasts. The inside of the breast cups are lined with sheer nylon tulle, which is then covered by the lacy fabric on the outside. You look up in the mirror and cup your breasts in your hands, massaging them gently. Your nipples are now erect and aching. They push against the nylon tulle when you rub them, and the two fabrics slide against each other over the nipples, creating the most delicious sensations that ripple through you body.
* Blush * You flick your long pink fingernails across your lace-covered nipples over and over and over, which sends waves of pleasure cascading down to your clit. * Panties * You pinch them gently, rub the lace, then flick them a dozen more times, over and over again, until you’re quivering with pleasure.

You look at your long, bare legs and realize you haven’t finished dressing yet, so you take one of the white, opera-length seamed stockings and carefully roll it up. Then, making sure the seam is right, you slowly slide the stocking gently but firmly up your soft, smooth leg, checking to make sure the seam is straight. You then attach the garters to the stocking welt, which is at the very top of your thighs next to your panties. You pull the garters tight so the stocking is nice and snug. Then you take the other sheer stocking, roll it up, and pull it up the other leg. After you attach the garters to it, you stand and step over to the large mirror covering the closet door by your bed. You turn and check your seams, and find that both need a bit of adjusting. You reach down and clasp your hands around each stocking to straighten it, then sit on the bed to smooth and pull them up a little more, which also requires the garters to be adjusted and pulled just a bit tighter. There.

You stand and pad around the room, admiring this alluring woman with her pretty makeup, jewelry, stockings, corset and panties. You run your hands over the sides and tummy of your lacy corset, over the tops of your stockings, and it feels delicious. You sit on the side of the bed and cross your legs, feeling the sheer stockings slip and slide against one another, and you swoon with pleasure. You continue rubbing your stockinged legs together, rubbing one stocking foot over the leg of the other, which makes subtle whispering sounds. When I say the word * Stockings *, you’re going to go one hundred times deeper into a waking trance and feel each sensation one hundred times more intensely than before.

You massage your legs some more, noticing your cute pink toenails through the white shadow toes of the stockings. You reach down and run your fingers over the nylon-covered toes, which look simply adorable as the candlelight glistens on your legs. * Stockings * Reaching for the white patent-leather high-heel pumps, you unclasp the delicate ankle strap on your right shoe and then slip your foot inside, which makes a delicious soft sound as the nylon slides against the leather shoe. You slip the thin strap back through the buckle and fasten it, then do the same with the other foot. You stand, wobbly for just a moment, then begin gracefully pacing around the room, your back straight, your breasts pushed up nice and full in the corset, your legs long and sexy. You savor the feeling of walking in high heels, your steps confident, your stride elegant and graceful. * Panties *

You go to the bed for the final piece, the floor-length peignoir, which sits on the bed like a fluffy white cloud. You slip your arms into the half-sleeves and hook the tiny clasp in the front. There. Your body is now enveloped in the beautiful gown, which softly reveals your corset, stockings and panties through the sheer white nylon. You walk around the room again, feeling the peignoir billow around you when you walk, revealing your pretty, long legs in their white seamed stockings and high heels as you go. * Stockings * You do a slow, sensual dance to the music and enjoy the peignoir swishing and sliding over your lace-covered body and sheer nylons.

You slowly step over to the large mirror and take a long, affectionate gaze at the beautiful woman standing before you: sexy shoes; long, elegant stockings on smooth, bare legs; cute panties; a lacy corset; a fluffy sheer peignoir; pretty jewelry and earrings; feminine makeup and beautiful, shiny, sexy deep pink lips that are longing to be kissed…You reach your hand out to the mirror, touching fingers with the beauty standing before you, and looking in her gorgeous, seductive eyes you lean forward, your lips inches from hers, and you close your eyes until they’re barely open, and you see your soft, pink, girlish mouth against hers, holding it for a long time, your chest heaving from your heavy breathing, until you leave a lipstick print on the mirror.
Yes, that’s right. Embrace her. Touch her. Kiss her. You lean forward and gently place another soft, sensuous kiss on her, then step away to stare at her in the candlelight. “I love you,” you whisper out loud.

Your clit is now positively throbbing in your damp panties, so you reach down and run your pretty fingernails over the lacy front, sending ripples of joy through your body. You walk back over to the bathroom and touch up your lipstick, rubbing it over and over your soft lips until they’re coated perfectly with color.

You walk back over to the bed and lie down across it, staring at yourself in the mirror. Reaching down, you slowly — very slowly — run your fingers across your high heels, the front and back of your stockings, including the seams, the panties and lace corset, and each piece of jewelry, lingering over each item as if sacred.

The burning between your legs is intensifying, however, and will soon need attention. You reach down and run your fingertips around the leg openings of your panties, then slide your fingers under the elastic, snapping it gently a few times against your thighs. You roll over on your belly and massage your beautiful smooth bottom, feeling the sheer back of the panties caress your skin. You take the fluffy white nylon peignoir and then rub it against the sheer panty bottoms, then rub it against your stocking seams before turning over on the bed, where you rub the fabric over your legs, corset and arms, drunk with pleasure. You then unclasp the peignoir and slip your arms out, leaving it underneath you, a sheer cloud for you to lie on.

You reach down and unbuckle the straps on the sexy, white patent leather pumps with the four-inch heels, then slip them off your feet. You place them over on one side of the bed, where the candlelight glistens on the shiny patent leather. You wiggle your toes as your feet enjoy being freed from their high-heel bondage. You reach into your bedside drawer and take out a small tube of lube, which you place on the bed next to the shoes.

You run your fingers over your pretty feet and legs, smoothing and caressing the nylons as you go. Your fingers linger over your corset-covered belly, then your hands reach under your breasts, cupping them. You slowly start to knead them with your palms, over and over, until you feel your nipples become erect again. You then take your thumbnails and begin flicking them against the lace-covered nipples over and over and over, dozens of times, until your panties are dripping. You caress your breasts with your pink-tipped fingers, feeling the lace slide against the tulle as it rubs against the soft skin of your breasts and the sensitive, erect nipples. You linger on your breasts a long time, savoring each sensation as each caress and flick sends cascades of pleasure through your body, making it hotter and hotter. Your breathing has increased, and your entire body has become ultra-sensitive.

You reach over and slip one strap of the corset off your shoulder, then do the same for the other side. Your breasts are now uncovered and bare. You then reach between your legs and take hold of your clit, and squeeze it until it is dripping clear cum, then rub a fingertip over it. You rub that finger against another, then slowly dab them on each erect nipple. You lick your fingertips, then rub them firmly around the base of each nipple, trying not to touch the tips. You repeat adding cum and tiny dabs of saliva until the nipples are fully coated and slippery.

Now it’s time to play with them. You begin by tugging on them gently, which makes them even more erect than before. You alternate between rubbing circles around the nipples, flicking them with your fingernails and thumbnails, and pinching them. These sensations shoot jolts of pleasure through your body and into your clit, making you quiver with anticipation. You look over in the mirror to see that your face is flushed with pink.

You lie back and close your eyes for a moment, savoring the erotic sensations washing over your body. You then open your eyes and look at your legs. You reach down and begin gently caressing your thighs with your fingertips. You extend one leg, pointing your foot toward the ceiling, then do the same with the other leg. You smile to yourself as you look at your long legs covered in the beautiful, sheer white stockings, and you graze your fingernails over the inside of your thighs, which causes an audible moan to escape from your pink lips. Your toes curl at the incredible pleasure this gives you, and you continue to do it until your legs start subtly shaking.

You reach your hands down to cup your bare breasts, which you then start to massage again, until they are swollen and full. The nipples now erect, you pinch, massage, and flick them until you are on the verge of passing out. You again coat them with clear cum and a bit of saliva, which makes them slippery, raw, and ultra-sensitive at the same time.

You slip your thumbs under the waistband of the panties and slide them down to the top of your thighs, where they sit trapped between the smooth, soft skin of your thighs and the tops of your stockings, which are held taught by the garters.

You reach over and pick up the tube of lube, which you use to coat your palm. You add a little saliva to it, then rub your palms together until both are super-slippery. Reaching down between your legs, there, you take your clit in your hands, one hand holding the shaft firmly, almost tightly. You pause to look at your pretty clit, throbbing and purplish-pink in the candlelight. Then, leaning back and closing your eyes, you begin swirling the other hand slowly, and I mean very, very slowly, around the head of your clit, the slick, slippery palm grazing against the ultra-sensitive head. You begin by going around ten times counterclockwise, then ten times clockwise. After that it’s nine times counterclockwise, nine times clockwise. Mmmmm. That’s it. Take your time. Savor each turn. Lick your palm if you need more lubrication. Eight times counterclockwise, eight times clockwise. You’re a girl. * Blush * Seven times…* panties * six times…you’re a woman…five times…*stockings * waves of pleasure building in your belly…four times…your nipples are erect and aching…* blush * pinching your nipples harder…three times…heat building…two times…your body is starting to quiver… one time…your body drops suddenly and is overcome with sudden jolts of pleasure as waves after wave of orgasm begin to cascade through your body from your toes, up your legs, up into your belly and breasts to your mouth, which opens and starts gasping as your body suddenly falls further down…And then you start cumming and cumming and cumming…Cum for me now. Cum. Cum. Cum like a girl. Mmmmmm, yes…Feel the pleasure…savor the hot, melting glow of your orgasm…Oh, yes…That’s a good girl…cum for me like a girl….oh, yes…Such a beautiful, sexy, orgasmic girl for her Mistress.

Now lay back and close your eyes. There. You came just like a girl. The waves of orgasm are still causing you to subtly quiver on the bed as you take slow, deep breaths. Relax and let soft waves of pleasure wash over you.

When I count to three, you’re going to come out of this waking trance and back into regular consciousness. One. Two. Three. Until next time…

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Forced Feminization?

August 17th, 2009 8:24 am MDT

A lot of people ask me about the forced aspect of this popular fetish. Of course 99% of the time its not really forced. It isn’t like I have a loaded gun to their head or anything. There are occasions where theoretically I could blackmail someone to do whatever I want but that’s not going to happen. The thing is, that although they do enjoy being dressed up most want it to be a very intense experience. Many also want it to be at the very least somewhat embarrassing if not completely humiliating. So I like to make it memorable for everyone involved.

This past weekend for example I had my new friend Terry come over for a little feminizing. I spoke to him several times and we met at a coffee shop to get to know each better. He told me that he has always wanted to be transformed into a woman as completely as possible. He also fantasizes about being discovered by his girlfriend while dressed to the nines but was afraid of her reaction, even though she knows about his fetish. I assured him that we would take it as slow as he was comfortable with and could explore that another time. It turns out I know his girlfriend very well but that’s just a coincidence.

I insisted he be completely shaved and he showed up around noon. I ordered him to strip in my bedroom and put on a chastity belt that I securely locked. He looked nervous but I could see he was excited as well. He was now given 3 simple rules.
1-To speak in a soft, feminine voice at all times.
2-To do whatever I asked without question, and
3-To learn a song during his makeover and sing it for me later on.

I had picked out a very pretty red nightgown and matching panties and watched as he slowly put them on. Now it was time to test rule#1.

“Whats your name sweetie, and are you ready for your makeover?”
“My name is Terry Miss Teresa and I want to be a pretty girl”, he said in such a cute voice that I had to laugh!

I had him sit in a chair by my bed and began his makeup. I had printed out the words to Shania Twain’s “Feel Like A Woman” and he studied them as I worked. I took my time and had him sing a few verses for me as we progressed.

“Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy–forget Im a lady
Mens shirts–short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild–yeah, doin it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action–feel the attraction
Color my hair–do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free–yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!”

I was having a ball and he was actually getting pretty good with that chorus. I had just finished applying his lip gloss when I suggested he take a break and I’d get us something to drink.
I quickly texted my neighbor who was waiting to come over for the show. Leaving the front door open a bit I went back to get our drinks.

I put the drinks down and carefully put on his wig first so he would be ready for Bonnie.
“Why don’t you sing for me again Terry, here-you can pretend this is a microphone” and I handed him a large dildo.
“Go ahead honey, its just you and me”.

Im going out tonight–Im feelin alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise—really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

Bonnie was standing in the doorway and applauded and gave a little whistle.
Company!Terry was in complete shock and couldn’t seem to get any words out.

“What do you think Bonnie-should we sign her up for the next American Idol?”

“Oh definitely, but we have to find her just the right outfit”.

“You’re right, come help me pick out something appropriate. Terry, would you rather wear a blouse and skirt or a dress? I think we’ll just try both. Are you OK-I’ll bet you never thought you’d have an audience today did you?”

“Oh, uh, no, I mean yes Miss Teresa-whatever you think”.

I thought he was looking a little faint so I sat him down on the bed while Bonnie and I went through my guest closet.

“Did Debra ever tell you that we’ve known each other for years? That’s right, I had a long talk with her yesterday and she thinks your being silly not dressing up for her. I’m not sure she wants you to do it every day but you should certainly try it once you know?”

“But Miss Teresa I really don’t think she could handle this-I mean look at me!”

“But you’re gorgeous Terry, isn’t she Bonnie? That wig looks great on you and I think I did a great job with your makeup if I do say so myself!”

“Teresa’s right Terry, and wait until we get you into this dress. Come over here and let me help you.”

I had asked Debra to come over around 2:00 for coffee and wanted to make sure Terry was ready for the second show. I glanced out the window and saw her Malibu pulling into the driveway.

“OK now young lady, I want you to sing for us and make us believe it! Ready-from the top…”

Im going out tonight–Im feelin alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise—really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

Oh My God!Well it turned out that Debra actually couldn’t handle it very well and Terry looked like he was about to pass out again.

“Hi Debbie-hows things?”

“What the fuck is going on-is that a dildo he’s holding? And was he singing I feel like a woman? This is insane!”

“How about a nice drink and I can explain it to you. I thought you knew about Terry’s fetish?”

“Do you have vodka Teresa-I need vodka-and a Valium.

“Sure hun, you and I will have a nice talk while Bonnie does Terry’s nails. The same red as his lipstick Bon”.

Debra and I had a long talk and she calmed down considerably after her third drink.

“But Teresa, its just too weird. What does he want to do once he’s all dressed up like that besides sing?” and she let out a little giggle without thinking.

“Anything you want Debbie, anything you want”.

Debbie ended up a little too tipsy to safely drive home so Bonnie drove the two of them back in her convertible. Terry sat in the front dressed in a yellow sundress, stockings and heels, and a silk scarf around her long blond wig. I grabbed a CD and followed them in her Malibu.

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and…

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy–forget Im a lady
Mens shirts–short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild–yeah, doin it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action–feel the attraction
Color my hair–do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free–yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

Several facts were slightly changed to make a point and create an enjoyable post. I would never break up a marriage or unsuspectingly humiliate someone like that unless asked-nicely.
The song remains the same.

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