My First BJ dressed En-Femme - Sex Stories

My First BJ dressed En-Femme

... myself. Little did I know then that this spark of new found excitement would eventually erupt into a flame that would consume me. It was like a drug in that I had to experience that attention from men while I was dressed like a girl. I had to relive it. And each time that I did, I had to expand on that attention from men. It made me feel sexy, sensuous, womanly, and that men looked at me with desire was exciting. I wanted to feel their eyes glancing over my body. Feeling their eyes on me, as they looked at my heaving breasts as I strolled down the street was intoxicating. Knowing that their eyes would be fixated on my swaying tender little pouty ass as I walked by caused me to gyrate my hips even more seductively. The more I dressed the better I became at looking, walking, and acting like a woman. It was now time to bring it all together with a feminine voice. Whenever I was alone, I would practice all feminine mannerisms and then one day, I found my feminine voice. It was during this down time from dressing that I convinced myself that I wanted to do more and that the over powering curiosity of; ‘did I look girly enough,’ to arouse more than just the attentive stare of a man clenched around my neck like tightening piece of wet leather. It would not let go until I fulfilled that curiosity. I now began to go out in public more. I needed to receive more male attention, and I would receive it. I drove to the local strip mall and window shopped. As I walked by a group of young ...

... guys drove by me all of them staring at my breasts. One day a two guys in a Jeep drove by me. They pulled into the next street and turned around. They slowed when they got near me as the driver asked if I needed a ride. I smiled at them and politely said no. As they drove off I could hear them say, “Damn what a rack on her.” One day as I crossed a street at a red light, a guy said to me, “You would think a woman as lovely as you would stop traffic.” I’ve had guys follow me in cars as I walked down the block. One guy stopped rolled his window down and blurted, “You have really lovely breasts.” I have been hit on, asked out for drinks, offered rides and one time propositioned. All of this cumulative attention spiked my curiosity as to how feminine could I be. Could I arouse a man, and if so - - “What would I do?” I began to reassure myself in that yes you could do it. Think of all the times you received male attention. It was now time for me to explore my femininity. The weekend was approaching and I was reaching my heightened urge to be a woman. After several failures due to lack of courage, I convinced myself that this day would be the day. The day began with me gathering all that I needed for my transformation. First, a pair of stockings to hold the padding on my calves, thighs a piece of thin slit foam to hide my manhood, and buttocks. Then, I put on my waist cincher. Now it was time to put on the body stockings and insert my large breasts. To achieve a natural bust, I take a ...