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I am such a sissy and live for the times that I dress.

This morning I was shaking as I was dressing. I was beside myself. Today was the first ever meeting with my Mistress? She was not due to show up for a couple hours yet, but here I was spending extra time with my makeup and taking so much time to choose and outfit. But finally the makeup is finished and I put on a turquoise mid calf skirt, white sweater top and turquoise over sweater matching the skirt. I wore simple 4 inch black leather heels and a blond wig. I was so nervous, and I didn’t sleep at all the night before, just tossing and turning and now all ready too early. I was shaking with anticipation. I poured a double vodka and swallowed it down very fast then decided to go out in the parking lot and have a cigarette. Finally I went back to the room and waited.

Right on time, she showed up, called my room from the lobby and I went there as instructed to escort her to the room. We talked a bit, and she told me I was indeed lucky today as I was going to get to buy her lunch at the Lobster Shack. Oh my I thought to myself, lunchtime at the Lobster Shack, dressed? Oh My. But I said yes maam, and off we went. When we arrived, we parked about as far from the entrance as possible and walked slowly to the front door. I am quite sure this was by design, to allow more humiliating public exposure. It was lunch hour and people were coming and going in crowds. I heard more than a few giggles and gasps and small talk. When we arrived just inside the door it was obvious there was a wait to be seated. The hostess smiled and handed us a buzzer, she said it should be about 10 or 15 minutes. There we stood, in the lobby, crowds of people waiting, coming in, leaving, etc. I suddenly felt very awkward and clumsy. I just knew every eye was on me. Mistress forced me to engage in small talk, which helped some with the humiliation of just being here dressed as I was. Finally the buzzer went off and we approached the hostess once again. “Follow me ladies” she said, OMG and we did through the main dining room to a table for two close to a partial divider. As we seated the waitress came over and asked, “What will you have to drink ladies”? I was too nervous and unsure of my voice and blurted out a diet coke please. Mistress ordered a mixed drink and I kept my head down as I read the menu. When I had the courage to look around I saw several people starring at me and whispering to each other. Finally the waitress took our order and I was starting to calm down a bit. Mistress looked so lovely, so hot. She has very long dark hair and had it pulled into a ponytail that hung down to the middle of her back. She wore a navy blue pants suit and was absolutely the hottest women in the restaurant. The food arrived; I hardly touched mine, nervous stomach. Mistress took her time and savored every bite. Finally it appeared we were done and I started to look for the waitress in an effort to get the check. About that time, all the waitresses and the hostess approached our table with a small dish of ice cream and whipped cream with a candle burning. They were singing and clapping loudly, Happy Happy Birthday. OMG Everyone that had managed not to notice me before were all watching me now. The song seemed to last forever. Mistress almost fell out of her chair laughing and giggling. I blew out the candle and thanked each one and of course Mistress insisted on eating the ice cream. So I waited as everyone in the restaurant starred at me, all of them now aware I was a man dressed as a woman and there for the pure humiliation of it to amuse Mistress. Finally I paid the check and we began the long walk from the table to the front door to the car way in the back of the lot. But all safe and sound I drove Mistress back to the hotel where she bid me adieu and drove off in her car. I have relived this day in my dreams so many times it is burned or etched in my mine. I can recall every detail and every humiliating moment and actually look forward to going to sleep to have that dream over and over.

Flash forward a couple weeks; I am out of town on business working with 3 other close associates. I was the last one to arrive at the restaurant where we were scheduled to meet. (I had to wear hose and panties under my male clothes so it took me longer to get ready) When I arrived one of my associates saw me come in and walked over to me as this Seafood restaurant was very crowded. He said to me, let’s play a joke on Kenny, if you get the chance tell the waitress it is his birthday. So when he wasn’t paying attention I tipped the waitress and told her. After our meal, he thought we were waiting for the check, when here came the girls, the wait staff comes over singing happy birthday. OMG, I don’t think I can ever hear that song in a restaurant and not blush and shake. I felt like I was there all over but did my best to keep my composure. These girls were tougher on Kenny, first they put a funny top hat on him, then made a beek out of two pointy paper cups which he held in his mouth. Then two bar trays, the round type, one under each arm like wings and instructed him to cluck like a chicken, flap his new wings and run around the whole bar. OMG, all I could think of was thank god, that was not me and Mistress with me dressed as I was. OMG, but I have to admit, my little clitty, tucked away in my hose and panties under my male trousers was getting a little excited. In fact, sitting here tonight in my hose panties heels and rose colored mini skirt, I just looked down and…. Well let’s just say there is a little bump where a lady like me should not have a bump. OMG.

Been at it dressing and playing this week. A friend of mine agreed to take me out and humiliate me. But, she is a cautious person and demanded that i write a note about the crossdressing humiliation i wanted and have it notorized. OMG, So bank to bank, people read it but would not notorize it unless it was bank business. Still the humiliation was intense. Finally I found a UPS store with a notary. Two ladies working and they read it and made a copy and giggled, still I got it done. Then I thought I was ready for the trip with my friend. That is when she told me I needed business cards. OH MY. msmarcy business cards?  So off to a kinkos where a nice college girl tried to keep a straight face while she made me the proof for the new card. It looked something like this:

Marcy Monroe

MsMarcy

Youtube search "msmarcy"

Just Google "msmarcy"

www.msmarcymonroe.com

msmarcytg@yahoo.com

The problem was it would take 4 hours, so I had to come back. Obviously when I did come back, all eyes were on me the whole time.  I am positive they had all been to my website and youtube watching Mistress humiliate me.  OMG

Anyway it was all worth it. I had a very nice lunch with my friend at the local Red Lobster. RIght at noon, very crowded. Had to wait about 10 minutes to be seated. Appitizers, drinks, salad and main course.  Felt like we were there forever. Then my friend wispered in the waitress ear that it was my birthday. Well you know what happened next.  6 waitress singing loudly happy birthday and all eyes in the restuarant on me as I blew out the candle. By the way, my friend caught it on video so I am sure there will be a new youtube video anytime. Watch for it.  We didnt have time to do any other silly things, but there is always the next trip... lol

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For this couple, dressing is seen as a humiliating punishment and the first of many. Many crossdressing cuckolds can be found in this group. Outsiders at first have a hard time understanding that though the crossdresser is humiliated by dressing up in female clothing and seen as a sissy, failed male, worthless man, etc, the Woman is still seen as all things dominant, wonderful, and worship-worthy. For these kinky couples, sex might involve more BDSM acts. Most Women in these couples take other lovers. Some submissive crossdressers are encouraged to eat creampies, service their partner's lover directly, or to watch (and perhaps help) as another man services their partner.

Crossdressers are a diverse group; and so are the sexual acts between a Woman and her crossdresser. This is just a brief glimpse into the types of sex crossdressing couples have. Women who have sex with crossdressers often echo some men's appreciation of transsexuals: “It's the best of both worlds. You can be touching a Woman, being with one and still have a warm-blooded cock to play with.”

As I checked in to the hotel, Mistress called and instructed me to hurry up and dress. Actually she said dress very very sexy and make it quick. So I began with thigh highs, black, garter belt, thong black panties, black bra, breast forms and a very short tight black skirt. Then I did my makeup, extra dark eye shadow, red lips of course and three coats of mascara. Then a bright red, low cut stretch top, blond wig and a pair of bright red 5” heels. As I finished, Mistress called again and asked if I was ready? I responded yes and she instructed me to only put cigarettes, lighter and lipstick in my purse nothing else and then to wait at the curb as she was picking me up.

As I smoked a cigarette at the curb, I was attracting a lot of attention from all the cars passing by. It was about 10 minutes before Mistress pulled up in a long black limo. She opened the back door and motioned for me to get in. Then she told the driver to go as planned. As the driver drove us away she informed that I was paying for the limo, she had charged it to my credit card and her intention was to give the driver a huge tip also charged to my credit card. Mistress has total control of me as she has many compromising pictures of me and she makes it well known if I do not perform those pics will be distributed.

Once settled in the car, she placed a blindfold over my eyes. I have a surprise for you sissy she stated. As always I have no choice but to comply. We drove for a long time when we finally came to a stop, she immediately pulled the blindfold from my eyes and offered me a drink before we got out of the limo. As I drank the vodka, I was looking out of the windows of the car; I have never seen this town before? It was a quaint small downtown area and on this Friday night was very busy with people walking and driving. There were lots of clubs, restaurants and bars. I was guessing she had a embarrassing dinner plan with me in tow at one of these restaurants.

As soon as I drank the last sip of the vodka she opened the door and said sissies first. I got out of the limo trying my best to hold that short skirt in place and not show the world my panties. As I stood up, the door closed behind me and she drove off. Oh MY, Oh MY God, I don’t know where I am at? I have no idea what town this is? Then I remembered that all I had in my purse was cigarettes, lighter and lipstick, no Money. Where am I? OH MY GOD…..

Bored in my hotel room, I decided to dress and walk a bit last night. Here is a pic of me from last night. I hope you think I look presentable.  I had fun walking up and down the street and watching people as we would pass. Anyway, here you are.

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