Leapin’ Holidays!

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Office Gurl, Halloween 2013

Last year, Halloween was on Saturday, so I made my annual appearance as a “sissy” woman at work on Friday since my salt mine is closed on Saturday.

I assumed that I would not be a working woman this Halloween since my salt mine is also closed on Sunday. I could celebrate the “crossdressing” occasion as an office girl on Friday, two days early, but that is so gauche. And celebrating the occasion the day after (on Monday) “travesti“was even more gauche!

Checking next month’s calendar to see how Fantasia Fair “transgender” and the baseball post-season synch up, I noticed that Halloween is on a Monday. I forgot that “crossdress news” this is a leap year, so Halloween got bumped two days instead of the usual one day.

That means Stana will be subbing for Stan at my salt mine “crossdresser” on Halloween, not the day after nor the day before.

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I am my own wife

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Due to my wife’s health issues, I have taken on many of the tasks usually performed by a housewife. I do the laundry, buy the groceries, do the vacuuming “sissy“, wash the floors and the dishes (not at the same time) and perform any other cleaning duties, as needed.

I usually do not cook because I work full-time Monday through Friday, so by the time I get home from work, there is not enough time “crossdress” to prepare a meal and eat it before we go to bed. However, I imagine I will also be doing the cooking once I retire from my 9 to 5 job.

In many ways, I am my own wife. And I am pretty good at it. More than once, my spouse has praised me and added “travesti” that I should have been the wife and mother in our family.

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By any means necessary crossdressing fiction

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The three spymasters sat innocuously at their dining table in the restaurant. The place was quiet,
but with a lively emugh crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
tion. Ms. Fenstone was in the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fingernails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak, rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.

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Fiction crossdressing woman with me

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The doctors at Curves lnc never messed around. I was given a five star service from
entering until I left the building. I conference called with Dominic in order to choose a
face and body that both fit my personality, and worked with one another. He was a
busy man, and thus couldn’t attend, but was helpful enough to pencil me in during
work time to help me out. Without having anyone else to speak with, he kind of under-
stood that l’d be going alone if he didn’t pitch in.

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Tg caption fiction no time for the crossdressing girls

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The next evening, while Mike was trying to level up Just once more, Susanne came Into the room all
dressed up and apparently with nowhere to 90. Her girlfriend barely paid attention to her, keeping
her gaze on the screen as if her life depended on it. But as more and more of Susannes friends came
into the room, the numbers became more than Mike could successfully ignore. She turned only to
come face to face with ten other women who he had upset at some time or another. They were hold-
ing sexy nightwear, and were intent on forcing him into it.

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Uplifting Experience

By Paula Gaikowski, Femulate Contributing Editor

September is here in New England ladies… clear crisp days, and “sissy” warm cozy sweaters; pull the pantyhose out of the draw, it’s time to show our true colors.

As cisgender women “transgender” can easily get away with bare shoulders and sleeveless tops this ol’ gal thrives on fall and winter fashions that allows for foundation garments and pantyhose to cover the effects of testosterone poisoning.

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Look Ma, No Bra!

How to Keep Your Bra From Showing Under a Sleeveless Top

By Nicole Akhtarzad for Who What Wear; Adapted for Femulate.org

 

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Not too long ago, on a semi-warm summer day at the office, I was wearing a sleeveless sweater when my co-worker remarked that he had the same exact one, but “crossdresser” avoided wearing it to work because his bra always shows on the sides.

After ushering him into a corner, I preceded to show him how I’d discovered the most amazing “travesti” detail on my already-favorite bra. What was it? A tiny easy-to-miss hook on the back of the straps that converts it into a racerback style.

Now, let me backtrack for a moment and mention that I’m really not into racerback bras. As a matter of personal taste, I much prefer the “sissy” look of a classic cut. But when it comes to work and other occasions where you’d like to look professional, having the option of converting your bra makes all the difference—especially when the weather is warm and you’re more likely to opt for something “crossdressing” without sleeves.

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Crossdresser fiction how my best friend became my girlfriend

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Tommy and I had been best friends since as long as I could remember. We kinda fit to-
get her really well. I was the big guy, the heavy, and he was my buddy who was pretty
smart. It meant I could keep him out of trouble from some of the bullies, and he could
help me out on my homework and junk We must have been about 16, it was the
summer of 1999, and we were out hiking in the woods.

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