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hey ya'll!

i am new to the boards. yall can call me cassie. i guess i should tell a little about myself. i have been crossdressing sense i was about 4 years old, it all started with a fascination toward female shoes and started wearin my mothers, which turned into me trying on her cloths when she was not around..it was so much fun, and has turned me on every sense. every chance i could i would slip into panties, bras, sam&libby ballet slippers -my favorite:), dresses, cute skirts,everything and anything. i always had alot of cloths to choose from,

but sense i was a kid i would do this, i have always had an underlying fascination & interest in femmine things, makeup, you know just being one of the girls. it has been a whole secret side to me, an awesome fantasy. Here is the delima. i am straight, and i love women, i actually have a girlfriend right now. Some of the later girlfriends i have had always would say you are a pretty boy, and you would be a beautiful, sexy girl dressed up with makeup and all ( some have even wanted me too, i was just too scared cause they had no clue that i do have a fetish for crossdressing and i would love it)..but recently the urge has come back where now more than ever i want to get all dressed up in everything head to toe, get make-up put on, nails painted. i want it to be like a dress up party with another girl, i want for them to dress me up and transform me into a beautiful girl for a few hrs and just have girl time.

one of my neighbors has come out as a lesbian, and before that we saw each other a little bit. she wants to be a sex therapist and has always had an interest in people and their secrets..etc. and she is really cool and i know she would keep this a secret, b/c i would be coming out to her that i like to crossdress. i really want her to dress me up and make me the most beautiful girl i can be..How do i go about doing this?? any advice anyone can give me about approaching this will be greatly appreciated. i am so nervous about wanting to do this, but i want to so bad...thank ya'll so much taking the time to read this and letting me introduce my self

xoxox

cassie

p.s- do any of yall know where i can get a pair of size 11-12 ballet flats or who sells them..thanks a bunch:)

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Guest ssybenifer

I can kinda help you out though I am new and young. You might want to approach her and ask what she likes to do. Then keep talking to her and ask her if she would help you with a bet then explain the bet. Say my friend told me if I got dressed up in a cute little collared out fit with make up and all the panties shoes and hoisery they it might work. That is what I am doing to my sister. I told her that and this weekend I will be going to the mall to try on aton of girl clothes = )

I am sooo happy hope it works message me back all about it and show me some cool pics!

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hey i'm the same way. Hetero but feel hotter in girl clothes. I'm also to scared/shy to tell girls tho. You seem to have a good situation with the lesbian girl tho as long as she can keep a secret and she's cool with it. sounds like a lot of fun. I think eventually if i get a cool enough girlfriend i might say something like you should dress me up, but i have been known to in the past put on gfs clothes like to make them laugh or entertained lol..they had no idea how much i liked it tho..or at least i don't think they did

hope it works out for ya

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Your lesbian could be your best friend. Tell her you want her advice and help. Tell her you have a building need to dress like a girl. But say what you want. It matters that a girl help you dress like a girl. See if she will give you a hand. I really believe honesty is the best policy. Why start with a lie that you will have to remember and conti8nue to invent. The realityt is you want her to see you dressed in your pretty girly things. When you get to that, you are not going to one it to be a single event, right? You will want her to dress you in nighties and garterbelt, and tights and bras and slips... Then you may want to put on a lovely dress and go out. She'll either want to helpo or tell you it isn't her thing. My experience is lesbians are loving and helpful and smart. She's your gal. Go for it.

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