The City, Loneliness and Crossdressing Part 1
Go live in Dallas they said.....It's a GREAT city they said...
Yeah......right.
Yes, yes...I know that there are people in love with that place but I can only speak for myself. Really a Love/Hate relationship filled with heartbreak, VERY few friends and just mean people. I can look back on it now and see I learned A LOT about myself, discovered the internet and learned to love solitude.
First weeks got off to a terrible start.....Some horrendously rude/ humiliating service at a restaurant followed by the air conditioning not working in the house I was leasing...."Ok", I thought.....gonna have to eat more at home and get a window air condition set temporarily....Minor set backs, sure....but the hits just kept coming.
Job......where to even START? If it wasn't the backstabbing, lying downright EVIL co-workers it was the rude, obnoxious HATE filled customers that delighted in humiliating myself and others that worked there. I'd just be glad for the day to end and dread the coming of another shift.
And the PEOPLE.....Just beyond anything I had ever dealt with. They seemed to single me out as "different" and I always seemed to have strangers that hated my existence for no real reason. I had come from a mid-sized college town to a more urban "ghetto"...Was very hard to relate to anyone there.
This led to months that turned into the first couple years.....Loneliness, depression sadness and anxiety.
That is when an old habit started to creep back.....I was then in my mid- 20's and had all together stopped cross dressing back in my late teens. It all started on a rainy night....alone, of, course eating some beef and rice and watching Wonder Woman....Hearing the theme song again turned me on so much. Watching Lynda Carter running and jumping in shiny pantyhose and that sexy costume......Thoughts of becoming her myself crept back...."No....no...." I thought. "I stopped doing that..." My eyes lingered on a Lover's Lane lingerie catalog that juuuuuust happened to have a sexier version of the TV costume.
I admired it....Virtually exactly like Lynda's TV costume but featuring a star spangled panty cut MUCH higher on the hips with a "Rio" style back that allowed for a generous helping of derriere to show...For a couple days I fought the urge.....My frustration with life at that moment made me weak....I gave in and ordered it...along with thigh high red boots, a black wig and glossy costume pantyhose.......
It was a Friday when it came in.....My exhaustion from the day melted away to excitement.....I pulled every blind in the house tightly shut and drew all the curtains. When I emerged from a hot shower, I slipped on the full costume. I stood in front of the tall closet mirror. I admired how strong and sexy I looked! Towering in my high heeled boots like an Amazon....My ruby red lips, my Golden Lasso the glossy shine on my pantyhose and the lovely golden tiara! This brought back a raging sexual fire with a fury.......I knew I wanted....NO ....needed more!
Yeah......right.
Yes, yes...I know that there are people in love with that place but I can only speak for myself. Really a Love/Hate relationship filled with heartbreak, VERY few friends and just mean people. I can look back on it now and see I learned A LOT about myself, discovered the internet and learned to love solitude.
First weeks got off to a terrible start.....Some horrendously rude/ humiliating service at a restaurant followed by the air conditioning not working in the house I was leasing...."Ok", I thought.....gonna have to eat more at home and get a window air condition set temporarily....Minor set backs, sure....but the hits just kept coming.
Job......where to even START? If it wasn't the backstabbing, lying downright EVIL co-workers it was the rude, obnoxious HATE filled customers that delighted in humiliating myself and others that worked there. I'd just be glad for the day to end and dread the coming of another shift.
And the PEOPLE.....Just beyond anything I had ever dealt with. They seemed to single me out as "different" and I always seemed to have strangers that hated my existence for no real reason. I had come from a mid-sized college town to a more urban "ghetto"...Was very hard to relate to anyone there.
This led to months that turned into the first couple years.....Loneliness, depression sadness and anxiety.
That is when an old habit started to creep back.....I was then in my mid- 20's and had all together stopped cross dressing back in my late teens. It all started on a rainy night....alone, of, course eating some beef and rice and watching Wonder Woman....Hearing the theme song again turned me on so much. Watching Lynda Carter running and jumping in shiny pantyhose and that sexy costume......Thoughts of becoming her myself crept back...."No....no...." I thought. "I stopped doing that..." My eyes lingered on a Lover's Lane lingerie catalog that juuuuuust happened to have a sexier version of the TV costume.
I admired it....Virtually exactly like Lynda's TV costume but featuring a star spangled panty cut MUCH higher on the hips with a "Rio" style back that allowed for a generous helping of derriere to show...For a couple days I fought the urge.....My frustration with life at that moment made me weak....I gave in and ordered it...along with thigh high red boots, a black wig and glossy costume pantyhose.......
It was a Friday when it came in.....My exhaustion from the day melted away to excitement.....I pulled every blind in the house tightly shut and drew all the curtains. When I emerged from a hot shower, I slipped on the full costume. I stood in front of the tall closet mirror. I admired how strong and sexy I looked! Towering in my high heeled boots like an Amazon....My ruby red lips, my Golden Lasso the glossy shine on my pantyhose and the lovely golden tiara! This brought back a raging sexual fire with a fury.......I knew I wanted....NO ....needed more!
6 years ago