My First BJ dressed En-Femme - Sex Stories

My First BJ dressed En-Femme

I only cross-dress when the urge to be feminine comes over me. I mostly have dressed privately, but that has changed. The last four years I have ventured out in public. I was curious if I could pass as a female. Little did I know then, when I first went out in public what it would lead too? It is why I am going to tell my story here. I needed to confess and to tell someone even if it is to be anonymous. This is my True Confession. When I dress en-femme, I dress to be a busty curvy woman. I am feet nine and weigh about one hundred seventy five pounds. Creating the female figure is the easy part of dressing en-femme. It is a matter of cinching and padding one’s body in the right places. My bust line, is large, they have a natural look, weight, jiggle and bounce provocatively under my blouse with each step I take. I use forty inch paddle balloons filled with six hundred milliliters of wrestling grade Jell-O that will not melt away like typical Jello. I can go braless as I use a two suntan body stocking that secure my breasts and also gives my skin a soft, smooth tanned appearance. No one has ever realized I wore a body stocking when I have been out in public, either from a distance or if they have stood only a foot away from me. The body stocking also hides the hair on my arms. As I said, the body stocking gives the illusion that I have soft smooth uniform silky feminine skin. When it comes to the physical look of passing as a woman such as; obtaining that curvy form of a ...

... woman is a simple. It is make-up and hair that are the most important aspect of passing. Hair and make-up are the best recruitments to physically passing as a woman. However, to pass you have to act and become feminine. I first began to observe how woman did things versus how a man does things, such as sitting or walking. As I tried to convince myself to go out in public the first time, I practiced my feminine mannerisms. I practiced walking. My arms were tucked in to my waist at the elbow, palms up and I swayed my arms as a woman does when walking. I wiggled my hips so that my padded plump ass swayed with the precision of a pendulum on a grandfather clock. My chin was up and my head bobbled ever so lightly. Walking as a woman is much different than a man’s stride. Your steps are closer and more centered that causes a natural swivel to your hips. I was now the débutante, and I was ready for my coming out. That first time I dressed in a pair of tan Capri pants, open toed shoes, and a tight pink t-shirt that showed off my large breasts. I went outside for the first time dressed as a woman. Breathing in the fresh spring air and no longer confined by the walls of my house, was in a sense becoming free. I decided to walk down the street. About five minutes into my walk, a guy drove by honking his horn and whistling at me. It was exhilarating. I could not believe how the thrill of receiving male attention overcame me. I was so excited by it that I had to return to my house to compose ...