Crossdressing raider of the last panties fiction

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Ralph hammered desperately on the front door of the sorority house, praying they would open before anyone could see him. He was painfully out of breath, collecting the panties had been a close call as, on going for the pair in the fraternity TV room, he had found several of his frat brothers lying in a drunken stupour on the sofa. He had been able to retrieve the thong from the wall just as they were waking up and fortunately in their hungover state they hadn ‘t recognised him. This still hadn ‘t stopped them chasing him halfway across campus… Now, finally back where it all began, the corset held his torso in an iron grip preventing him from catching his wind and keeping him in a state of breathless exhaustion.

Best Fit


My mother raised my sister and m in the 1950s, while my father worked two jobs to finance our raising. With my male role model out of the picture (or out of focus) most of the time, my mother became my role model and as a result, instead of raising a son and a daughter, she raised two daughters.

The older daughter (me) was her favorite and received more attention; I was babied, pampered and spoiled, whereas my sister often had to fend for herself. As a result, I turned out to be very feminine, whereas my sister was more independent and assertive.

During the 1950s, "there were two distinct shapes, the waif like gamine figure epitomized in movies by Audrey Hepburn and the more womanly hourglass figure represented by Grace Kelly, with tiny waists, padded hips and circle skirts." (Source: Glamourdaze.com)

My mother was in the latter group and I found myself in that group. too! I assume extra estrogen is responsible for my hourglass figure and predisposed me to embrace the feminine environment I found myself in.

I never felt that I was a female trapped in a male body. Instead, I was "me" trapped in the expectations of what being a "male" was all about.

Although I embraced some things considered "male," I also rejected many "male" things, while embracing many "female" things. As a result, friends and enemies consider me to be effeminate.

I never tried to be feminine just as I never tried to be macho, but society branded me "effeminate" nonetheless. I was just being "me," which just happens to be considered “feminine” in the eyes of today's society.

My birth certificate reads "male," as does my driver's license and all of the other official paperwork I collected during my life. That is just a convenience because I have presented as a male most of my life, but the truth is that presenting as a woman is a better fit for "me."

Actually, it is a perfect fit.




Source: Haute Business
Helen wearing Romwe blouse, Ann Taylor skirt, Nordstrom scarf and sunglasses,
Michael Kors bag and watch and Christian Louboutin shoes.



Rafael Torres
Rafael Torres femulates in the 2009 video Satin Dreams.

Halloween Outings

This is not a Femulate parody. It is an actual ad from 1969.Halloween is a day near and dear to the heart of femulators throughout Girl World and early on, I used Halloween as an excuse to shop for my lady wardrobe. (Didn't you?)"I'm going to a Hallowe...

Got Crossdressing Costume?

If you are like me and celebrate Halloween in costume, you only have four weeks to get your getup together.I am all set. I just have to decide which office girl outfit to wear to work that day. But unlike me, perhaps you have no idea what cos...

Halloween Lady Di Crossdressing


Saturday, as I headed out to buy groceries, I hit the button preset for WLNG on 92.1 MHz on the AM-FM radio and drove down the north side of my 1,000-foot mountain, which is not favorable to WLNG, 50 miles to my south-southeast. Yet, WLNG hung in there as I descended the mountain and continued my drive through the relatively flat river valley below.

I was paying more attention to the traffic than the radio, but sitting at a red traffic light about 2 minutes after my descent, it occurred to me that the female announcer now on the radio was not a voice I had ever heard on WLNG. In passing, the announcer mentioned the station's call sign: WOMR, which is on the tip of Cape Cod, about 145 miles to my east-northeast.

After the light turned green and I continued on my journey, WOMR hung in there for about a half mile, then gave up the frequency to WLNG.

As a radio ham, something like this gets my attention because it indicates unusual radio conditions and affords me the opportunity to hear other stations that I would not usually hear under normal radio conditions.

As a trans woman, I mention this because WOMR is a beacon whenever I drive to Fantasia Fair in Provincetown. When I get east of Providence and approach Cape Cod, I tune the radio to 92.1 and wait for WOMR to get louder and stronger as I get closer to Provincetown. 

WOMR is a very eclectic radio station like many other public broadcasting community radio stations. And while I am in and around town, I listen to WOMR whenever I listen to the radio.

Googling WOMR, I discovered another interesting aspect of the radio station: WOMR’s radio personality named Lady Di, who by day is the town's board of selectmen secretary, Vernon Porter! 

You can read all about Lady Di here and here and you can listen to her radio shows "Leggs Up and Dancing with Lady Di" on Fridays from 5-7 PM and "Chattin Up with Lady Di" on every other Thursday 8 PM. If you are out of the radio range of WOMR (like most of us), you can listen to her shows via the Internet at womr.org.



Source: Venus
Wearing Venus.



Tim Jo
Tim Jo on the 2012 Halloween episode of television's The Neighbors.