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This is a series of stories rather than one story. It talks of my experiences as a crossdresser. My first experience as a crossdresser came as a teenager when I tried out some of the clothes belonging to a woman who was staying at our home. She was a gorgeous French woman with very pretty clothes and I did enjoy trying them on, but primarily as it got me closer to this woman who was way out of my league. When away from home the first time I bought a few clothes through a mail order catalogue – a dress, one-piece swimsuit, skirt, nightwear and lingerie. I tried them on and slept in the nightwear but I thought that I looked foolish when I saw myself in the mirror and soon discarded the clothes.My primary attraction was towards women and I had girlfriends but not a lot of success in getting them into bed, though the times I did succeed were good for me. However, I did have an attraction from a fairly young age to men, specifically to their butts. I didn’t see men and think, ‘I want to have sex with him’ but I did see men’s butts and think ‘nice butt, I would like some of that’.My first sexual experience with a man, maybe 25 years of age, came when I was 18. We were both taking a train through Europe and he invited me to come to his apartment when we got to his hometown of Amsterdam. I hadn’t really noticed his ass and my first thought after his invitation was that I would have a place for a nice shower, which was going to be welcome after a few days travelling. On the way across town to his place it dawned on me that he had more in mind than showing me his home town and indeed, right Çukurambar escort after that welcome shower, I was led to his bed and soon having my first experience of being fucked. I liked it enough that we stayed in that bed for most of 36 hours before I decided that I had better get back on the train. My next man came at the end of university when one of my classmates, whom I had spent plenty of time with going to bars, working on papers and just chilling, admitted that he was attracted to me and that, though he knew I had no interest in him, would I be willing to go off with him for a weekend. I pretended to be innocent and go with him to chat but within a few minutes of arriving at the hotel he had succeeded in persuading me to take a shower with him and another 36 hours spent primarily in bed was enjoyed.A good decade or more later, I returned to college to get a practical qualification to go with my degree. I had a nice girlfriend for much of that time and had had a few in the intervening years as well, feeling quite content to leave gay sex as a distant memory (even if butts did still catch my eye from time to time. After breaking off with the girlfriend (she graduated earlier and headed home) I tried a one night stand with a bar pick-up which was not really satisfying in any way.But I left college completely broke and unable to get work right away. I was surviving on the part-time job I had when I was a student but this barely paid the necessities of food and rent. So, when a job offer did come, I was not sure if I could accept demetevler escort bayan the offer as it meant moving to a new city and I had no money for the move or for first and last rent.This was in the early days of wider access to the Internet and one site I had found was an early gay dating site. I had set up a profile and emailed with a few people but not really tried to make things happen. When this job offer came, though, I had started to email a guy in the town that I was moving to and I mentioned my predicament to him. He had a ready answer – come live with me! In those days with dial-up access and no digital cameras, photographs were hard to get online. All I knew of this guy was his alias and what he said in his profile, which need not have any relationship to reality. So we agreed to meet – to see if we were compatible and to work out an arrangement if we were.He came by one Saturday. As his profile said, he was 50 years old, a computer professional, long-time out of the closet but a masculine gay, and I was much of what I had said I was – 33, bisexual, broke. I stayed the night in his hotel room where he demonstrated his preference for sensual, slow, intimate sex. The best sex I had enjoyed  thus far.We agreed to go through with the plan and a week or two later he came by to pick up my stuff and take me to his spotless two bedroom condo on the outskirts of the gay section of the city. My stuff was parked in the second bedroom (never to be touched!) and I moved in with him to his room. The agreement was for me to stay Escort dikmen until I could get myself established so I was paying only for food and my personal expenses. We estimated I would stay two-three months. He wasn’t interested in me in the long term as I was in the closet and planned to stay there.In his profile he’d talked about candlelit dinners, candlelit baths, slow and sensual sex, and sensual massages. All of that was true. What he had not mentioned, perhaps as it was not on his mind at the time, was what he wanted me to wear. On my limited budget I had college clothes, mostly worn and tired. Any money I made first went to buying a new wardrobe. He didn’t like my old wardrobe and didn’t like the idea of wearing office clothes at home. So he went shopping for me. And here was the unexpected novelty. The clothes that he bought for me were smart women’s outfits – lingerie, nightwear, skirts, dresses, sweaters, jewellery, makeup, wig and shoes. Smart casual outfits for the home.He told me that he had never had a crossdresser as a boyfriend and had not had this idea for me until I had arrived at his apartment. I was a temporary partner and for him, he said, this was a temporary experience. Perhaps this was part of his justification for taking in a temp boyfriend. He did treat me as a boyfriend, bringing me along with him to dinners and drinks with (non-work) friends, though on those occasions I wore my own, male, clothes.For the five months I stayed with him, I lived in the clothes that he bought for me any time I was in the home. He told me I was a good looker even though, when I looked in the mirror, I felt I looked like a guy trying out dresses for the first time, unconvincingly. We rarely had sex with me dressed in the clothes (excepting the odd blow job) but he loved to undress me and loved to have sex with me wearing one or two pieces of lingerie or any nightdress or nightshirt.

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