Arriving at Aprils apartment, I let myself in with the key she had provided. Looking around, I saw her feminine style throughout the furnishings and was aware of the lingering scent of her perfume. As I walked around, I became excited with anticipation and my manhood began to stiffen in my pants. When I found her bedroom, everything was laid out on the bed as she had promised. I stripped of my cloths and took a hot shower.

Sometimes things just work out for the best. One of my most difficult choices is what cloths to buy. Now, you may think this is no big deal, but for me, its always a problem. As a business man I must always make a good presentation to my perspective customers and weather I like it or not, appearances can make or break a sale. So, cloths are important, I need the right look and that can be costly. Especially, when my salary must buy cloths for both genders. You see, I like to dress in ladies clothing. This is just the way it is since I was a little child.

In the hallway leading to our room, Mistress Kimberly handed me the key and instructed me on my behavior and attire for the remainder of the evening. Once inside the suite, I proceeded to the bedroom where I found everything I would wear neatly laid out on the bed. They looked so sexy! I was a little sad, because I had to remove some of the lovely cloths I enjoyed wearing so much. My fingers found the snap of my skirt and released its hold.

As I caught my breath, I sat in the darkness thankful for the cave that sheltered me from the scorching heat of the sun, Thankful, for it saving my life, With shelter, maybe, I stand a chance of getting out of this with my balls intact. I had wandered the canyon floor for two days after becoming separated from the archeological survey team I was a part of. Luckily, I always carry at least four liters of water and several power bars when working in the desert. Surviving the heat of day and the cold of night had taxed my body and mind to the limits.

Like the commercial says, "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" and I came here to do those things which, need to stay in Vegas! As the crowd and I moved down the avenue, I glanced at the billets thrust into my hand. Most were for cheap whore houses, prostitution being legal in Nevada. Those I discarded, but one caught my attention, "Lipstick, a club for women and T-girls" and I was immediately intrigued.

Around A.D., a group of people anthropologists refer to as the Sinaqua, entered the area of east central, Arizona. The name, given by the Spanish explorers, means without water. Of course, today we know the area was not only wetter than today, but provided an ideal habitat that permitted the Sinaqua, to flourish until around A.D. The next societies, to exploit this area, were the Yavapai and the Apache. Both were hunter gather cultures and their small bands migrated within their established boundaries.

Wearing womens cloths has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and part of our relation from the beginning. My wife, Caitlin, is very promiscuous, bisexual and finds my transgenderism exciting. Since I want to be feminine, Cait put her all into the transformation of her friend, who was a man, into the girl she would come to love and dominate. Submissive to her demands, I have lost weight, grew out my hair to shoulder length and spent thousands on permanent hair removal. I was schooled in hair styling, makeup application and fashion.

When she took my card, her hand gently brushed mine; it was the softness of her skin and the feeling, that it was no accident which brought my eyes to hers. Our smiles came easy and she leaned forward to whisper, why would a man buy these, I mean, womens cloths? I looked around and saw that we were alone; I felt comfortable with the situation. I asked her name and with a quizzical look, she replied, Melissa. "Glad to meet you Melissa, Im Mitchell".

I began working as a file clerk and it was nice to work inside, out of the summer heat and the cold of winter. I was so happy, to be the only man to work at the company. I should have noticed that, but, I was to busy looking at the beautiful women. Besides, I always like being around girls, I enjoy being with them and find my interests similar to theirs. When something happens, say, in the news, I usually have the same opinion as

After many years and much heartbreak, I am finally able to look in the mirror and be happy with who I am. This was no easy task, you see, I am a cross dresser. At times I fantasize about how lovely it would be to have been born a girl, but, I have no desire to make the transition to womanhood. Its very difficult for me to tell you this, but since this is a web site dedicated to transgender community, I thought some of our sisters might benefit from this story. I just want to tell you, you are not alone.