I wanted him to have me completely and totally. I couldn't believe I was feeling like this as I sat in the passenger seat of his car. His cock felt so large in my hands. I.... well I guess I'd better explain who "I" am.
My name is Robin Daniels, I'm transgendered. I guess I've known it for a while. I used to pray each night when I was younger that when I woke up, I would be a girl. I used to sneak into my sisters room when no one was home and dress up in her clothes and an old wig she had laying around. I was very small for my gender. I also had very girlish features. Just having the clothes and wig on made a tremendous transformation in the mirror before me. I then started sneaking into my mom's clothes too and was hooked on crossdressing for life.
After high school I put dressing up behind me for a while as I never had a chance to be alone in college and the army. I also didn't have access to an easy supply of women's clothes. But any time I was home for weekends, and by myself, I would start going through the closets looking for stuff to try on.
It wasn't until after my divorce from my wife that I discovered by reading magazines and seeing it on talk shows that there were other people just like me who had the exact same feelings. This finding out that that I was not alone was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The door to exploring my female side had finally been cracked open.
I started getting some clothes of my own together and played dress up anytime I was alone at the house. One time while dressed, some girls I knew stopped by to see me. I had left the door to the house unlocked and they had just walked right in. I hurriedly removed my clothes and slipped on a T-shirt and jeans. Casually I walked out of the bedroom and started chatting with them. I thought I had pulled it off till one of them asked me why was I wearing panty hose. I looked down and blushed as I realized that I had forgotten to put on some socks to cover up the hose I had left on from being in such a hurry to change.
