It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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That afternoon, I relaxed and took the weight of keeping my crossdressing secret off of my shoulders. I was happy, thankful that Katie was there with me, talking me through the stages of getting dressed up, the fabrics used to create every outfit and what they meant to me. Katie explained everything. Amazingly, I was expecting something a little stranger and longer, but Katie dressed me in every outfit, explained what it included, and why they were being used and what for. A lot of it I had a vague idea, I remembered the cruise and what my sister had worn was for the formal evening dinners.That was just one of the gowns she wore, and as much as she looked, Katie couldn't find the other two evening dresses she wore, which, in all honesty, wasn't much of a problem. I had tried on numerous clothes at that point and there were other times in the future that Katie and I did similar activities. And did we! I had no time at all to be nervous, and anyway, Sophie is so confident and experienced that I always felt in totally safe hands. She seems to know just about everyone in Brighton. The Restaurant, bars, clubs – we were greeted like old friends wherever we went and people were incredibly friendly, open, intelligent, liberal…. and always massively complimentary! It seems that Brighton’s huge LBGT family means that anyone loosely under the ‘T’ banner will always be completely welcomed. During the spring of my freshman year at college I was completely obsessed with a girl in my Early American Lit class. All I knew about her was that her name was Anne and she didn’t much care for the poetry of Philip Freneau. I asked her out a few times after class, but my advances didn’t interest her. After a few rejections I didn’t bother anymore, but unfortunately I couldn’t get her out of my mind so easily.

But there’s still a long way to go, which is why we’re grateful for each new trans narrative that enters the canon — particularly in the form of fiction, an obviously massive category in which trans authors have long been excluded from the mainstream. Charming yet incisive YA like Kacen Callender’s Felix Ever After and Aiden Thomas’s Cemetery Boys are setting trends and redefining expectations for YA readers and writers everywhere. Meanwhile literary novels like Binnie’s Nevada are a breath of fresh air in a convention-bound genre, shedding light on the trans experience while remaining accessible and entertaining to cis readers as well. Where can you read more stories by trans authors? It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had. Also often will wear panties and pantyhose at work under my male clothes just for the thrill of it. Or perhaps a butt plug 😉

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One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.

So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand.I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice. Andy produced a variety of support garments, silicone hip pads, silicone breasts etc and carefully explained how they were all used. And then the front door opened! My heart raced. I looked around the room and there was literally no escape apart from breaking the window and jumping out. I could tell from the footsteps that it was my dad and he was on his way in. June-May entered the kitchen. She looked up at Caleb and froze, staring at the sight of her husband standing there in a yellow dress. One day my whole family was going on a trip to one of our relatives. I somehow managed to stay behind, saying I have a few tasks to finish. It was a great opportunity to take the whole house to myself. So my parents left and I was so excited to get dressed. I really wanted to wear a full make-up from head to toe and spend as much time as a girl.