Fiction about Trapped in this body transgender

Trapped in this body transgender

Throughout my life, I’ve always been successful. I graduated from Harvard at 20 years old and was immediately hired by a high end business corporation. It was just my luck that the CEO was an elderly man who was on his way to retiring. The owner of the company, who was very active with his business, needed to find a new one. Out of the blue, i was called in to the office. After the boss explained that he needed a guy to take over that had determination and guts, he told me that the company was moving forward with me as the CEO. It was totally unexpected and there I was, 29 years old and in charge of a multi million dollar business. I continued to push my company to new heights , and after a year of hard work, I earned a company paid vacation to anywhere I chose. I chose to go to Hawaii, but before I went to leave, a business associate of mine told me about a way to make my vacation more unique and interesting.

I’m Batgirl

My favorite comic book superhero was Batman. Whereas the other superheroes had all the super powers, Batman had all the cool gadgets, a cool costume, headquartered in a cave and used the bat for his symbol ― can't get much cooler than that!

Pop worked in the comic book factory that printed the Marvel line of comic books, but he had to have a kid who preferred a character from a competing line of comic books. I appreciated the Marvel superheroes and read many of their books religiously, but Batman was always Number 1.

Fast-forward to Halloween 1995 and in honor of my favorite superhero, I attended my support group's Halloween party dressed as my version of Batgirl. I recently unearthed and scanned photos from that Halloween and here they are ― most of them seeing the light of the Internet for the first time.







Source: Brahmin
Wearing Brahmin.


Robin as a voluptuous Marie Antoinette in a 1946
installment of the Batman And Robin daily comic strip.

Crossdresser Accessorizing

On Thursday, Susan of Transitioning into Tomorrow fame published a poster on her blog that suggests how to accessorize depending on the neckline of the dress or top you are wearing. I thought that the poster was very useful, so I copied and pasted it into my archive of fashion files for future reference.

That archive contains a lot of information that I find halpful as I present as a woman. For example, whenever I buy new clothing, I visit the website of the store where I bought the new item and grab images of the item I purchased.

That is a simple matter if I purchased the item online, however, if I purchased the item off the rack at a brick and mortar store, it might take a little searching to find an image on the website of the store or designer. (Often, searching on the item's SKU is a simple way to locate an image.)

I use these images to help me accessorize the item when I wear it. What kind of jewelry goes with the dress I just bought at ModCloth? What color shoes go with that dress? Should I wear nude or color stockings or tights?

I am not religious about it and I often accessorize with a scarf, which is an accessory that seldom if ever appears in these images. However, the source of these images are pros, who know what looks best with the item they are trying to sell than, so I often follow their suggestions.

By the way, I also save images of any wigs that I purchase to remind me what my new do is supposed to look like on my head. And I do not save images of undies that I purchase ― I do not compare favorably with lingerie models!


Source: Tory Burch
Wearing Tory Burch.


Dave Castiblanco
Dave Castiblanco

Crossdresser Fiction: Boy To Girl Transformation

MD

I didn’t want to live with my step-mother at first, once dad had gone she acted strange. She refused to treat me like a man, instead treating me like a girl. Giving me dresses and clothes to wear. It was weird for a while but then I just became so accepting. Maybe it’s the food I’m eating? But I don’t care now. I’m beautiful. I love my ‘messy brown hair. Bobody will be lable to resist me. It’s gross to think how I used to be a boy. Now I’m Inearly all woman. My breasts are large enough for me to be comfortable not wearing breast forms anymore. And I feel eyes from both sexes turning to gaze at me.