1. My feminine Urge Satisfied


    Date: 7/11/2016, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: thatfemininUrge, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    I had a three day weekend for me to dress en-femme, and so I took advantage of it. I was not looking to do anything other than dressing, behaving, and acting as a woman. I was content to just relax and be feminine at home without any expectations. I don’t know why I felt as such, except that I needed just to enjoy being feminine and doing so alone. With that in mind, when I got home on Thursday, I began my usual process to transform me into my feminine side. Anyway, I did the usual with regards to my transformation as I surrendered to my feminine urge. I went through my typical make-up routine, padding, cinching, and slithering into my female anatomical silicone skin. I put on a pair of panties and slipped on my blue silky negligée. It had a plunging neck line, cinched at my waist and fell about mid-thigh on my legs. When I woke Friday morning, I took off my negligée and panties, and took a shower. I love taking a shower or bath when I am in my feminine skin. I love the feeling of soaping my breasts, V-string and my long blonde wig. I then dried off. I wrapped the towel around me as a woman would, tucking it between my large breasts. I then sat in front of my mirror and proceeded to do my make-up. I slipped into a pair of pink silk panties and put on an oversized thin white t-shirt. I loved the thin semi-transparency of my favorite t-shirt as it revealed not only my thick nipple but the hint of the dark outline of my areolas. I went downstairs, as my breasts heaved with each ...
    step, and made a cup of coffee. I grabbed a book that I was reading, and with coffee in hand I went outside to greet a fine cool sunny morning. Being cool it was perfect in that my poking nipples could easily be seen from a hundred feet away and gave the appearance that I was cold. I sat down at my table, sipped my coffee as I read my book. After I finished my coffee, I walked in my yard. As I checked my vegetable garden, I heard someone call out to me. At first I paid no attention, and then I was shocked in that I had obviously introduced myself while I was feminized as Amanda. Having realized this, I acknowledged by waving daintily and with my fem voice said hi. I recognized who it was. I also remembered why I did not remember his name. He was a first year college student who was spending time with his grandmother a few weekends a month to do some landscaping and other work around her house. That I did remember as he told me, I just did not remember his name. The first time we met was about a month ago. I was dressed in a pair of Capri pants and a nice top. I had a bra on, and I remembered that he kept staring at my large breasts. I did not mind, in fact I would purposely try to show off my big breasts for him to ogle them. We had chatted at least two time before, but I never thought much about it or him. He was a tall, thin gangly, dorky looking guy with big rimmed glasses and almost curly dirty blond hair. There was nothing appealing about him at all, or so I thought. He ...
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