I'm taking a new stab at this. Previous attempts were far too explicit and potentially non-anonymous. What can I say? I was in the grip of my delusions. Looking back, it was little more than an exercise in exhibitionism.
While I stopped posting out of sheer embarrassment, I haven't stopped dressing up like a girl and frolicking about like a randy tart. I've also developed some ideas for content offline, which I am glad to start sharing. I have multiple streams of thought to dip into. Perhaps someone will even read it.
Updates will be irregular and infrequent. There will be no photos.
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
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I'm on another business trip, and as is becoming usual, I bought myself some nail polish and makeup. I bought a cheap makeup box on Ama...
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I'm taking a new stab at this. Previous attempts were far too explicit and potentially non-anonymous. What can I say? I was in the gr...
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I'll bet you thought I could never bring myself to do it. Didn't you. You doubted my desire to effeminate myself, didn't you. ...
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It's certainly much too small and tight, but the sensation is excruciatingly sexy. I have it stretched as much as it can, and it's c...
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