This week’s crossdressing success story comes from a lovely lady I’ve been corresponding with over email. Patrice shares her story of a shopping trip en femme that turns into so much more!
As always, if you have a crossdressing success story you want to share please email email@example.com and include a brief introduction, your femme name, a short story (500-750 words) and a picture (optional). I hope to hear from you. Now on to Patrice’s crossdressing success story!
Patrice’s Crossdressing Success Story
It was Tuesday night and I already started to get butterflies in my stomach. I was so excited, but a little afraid. Here it is me, a 50 year plus crossdresser (a mature girl I like to be thought of), getting invited to a “girls pajama party.” (BTW, you’re only as old as you think). The party was going to be Friday through Sunday at Melissa’s house. She lived about 3 miles away from me. I first met Melissa about 3 years ago when we were both buying some lingerie at a Macys sale. I was dressed as “Patrice” (passable). She complimented me on my choice of bras that I was purchasing, plus the rainbow assortment of lycra panties. As we walked away, she said to me that I was pretty as a woman (she knew as did the cashiers and other customers, obviously) that I was a crossdresser. No one bothered me.
Melissa and I both headed now to the Ladies Room. (Shopping for a few hours – I also bought other items in store – can do this to any girl). We both went into our stalls and did what we came to do do, I was finished first and was washing and adjusting my makeup when Melissa came out of her stall and admired me freshening up my makeup. She told me that I looked like a “pro.” I thanked her and told her that I’ve been “dressing” for many years. She said that she thought that more men should express “her” feminine side. By choice, we exchanged numbers, including cells, and e-mail addresses. We hit it off instantly. She was like the miracle I always wanted to experience.
I couldn’t believe it, but later that night Melissa called me and asked how my new bras fit….I said they were perfect (38C)…..she said hers (36C) felt heavenly on her…..we chatted a few more minutes and decided from that moment to be friends. Someday, if my readers would like, I’d write more about Melissa and me and my being “Patrice” with her (But, that’s another story).
Back to the PJ Party, Sharon and Mary Beth, both gg’s, were also coming to the party. I had been introduced to them through Melissa over the years. Of course, we all knew a lot about each other. Sharon, a tall brunette was divorced from an abusive husband – thank goodness, there were no children. Mary Beth was happily married and had two children. She was about 5’6″ and had the most gorgeous blonde shoulder length hair. (as an aside, one time Mary Beth told me about her pregnancies – I was so jealous.) Melissa, well, I can tell you more as time goes by.
I packed for the party on Thursday afternoon and kept a list of all the things this girl needed to bring (shampoo, conditioner, medications, makeup, nighties, lingerie, several sets of clothes, shoes, slippers, etc.) When I arrived, the other three girls were there…..we all gave each other hugs and kisses. It seems everyone complimented the other one about something she was wearing. I remember Melissa complimented me on the Spring flowery dress I was wearing.
I was wearing matching pale blue panties and bra…..no stockings. (Of course, they all wanted to know what color lingerie I was wearing). I twirled around for my friends and we all giggled, just like teenagers. Mary Beth said that her husband and children were away for the weekend on a camping trip and that she was really looking forward to her “girls” weekend. I should point out that I have no body hair and have taken hormones for a few years. I have small natural breasts (they feel so great when I just walk around braless), but always feel more comfortable when I wear my breasts pads. My equipment down below is miniature because of the hormones. Tucked in properly, it would be hard (oops, I didn’t mean literally) to notice any difference. If you did look straight there, it looked like I was wearing a pad…….my panties were always tight and hugged me perfectly.
As we chatted and it seemed we all chatted at the same time, I knew I was a “woman” and I was so happy to be accepted by Melissa, Sharon and Mary Beth. I typed enough for now, I think, but if you’d like, I’ll continue the rest of the story in Part 2….okay…..you can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org . I’d love to hear your comments. Thank you, Vanessa, for allowing me to write this short story. Hopefully. it will be continued !!!!
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