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A while back, after a breakup, I had been using phone sex services regularly. I usually used Femdom providers.
One woman I called kept telling me I needed to get peach colored lipstick to give blowjobs. She figured had a slutty alter ego.
After using her regularly, I got a notification for registered mail waiting at the post office. I got the parcel and opened it up in the car. It was a pair of silky panties and a note from the provider. I called her later that day and she made me put on the panties and lipstick and promise I’d suck cock.
That started my secret fetish. I dress up in stockings, 4”heels, and lingerie and act as a cock hungry sissy slut.
When I was younger (I won't say how old) I used to talk with older gay guys online. I eventually started taking pics and even taking requests for what they wanted to see. A few wanted to see me in panties so I would swipe from my sister's dresser and put them on. I guess they looked good because more and more guys wanted to see it. Eventually it led me to buying a wig and putting on my sisters clothes & makeup for them. It then went from pics to vids of me stripping and masturbating for them. Thinking back now about it turns me on so much. I often times wish I was a girl.
I'm a straight guy but I have to confess that since I was 14 I took a interest in sexy lingerie and began secretly dressing in it. My wife thinks she got me into it 9yrs ago so I let her think that. So I have really been wearing women's clothing for nearly 20yrs..I feel comfatable and relax in female clothing.I wear lingerie every day under my work clothes. At home I get around wearing either a nice dress or a nice skirt and blouse
I am a 25 year old male and I fantasize about being dressed up like a little girl. I would give anything for someone to feminize me.
I was an 18 year old, discrete crossdresser. I stole my aunts high heels and my cousins gymnastics leotard and gave head to another man. I felt sexy as fuck.
I have been a closet cross dresser since age 11. 30 yrs later I still love to dress up as a girl (preteen to late teen styles) As I have gotten older I have only grown to love dressing up more and more..staying fully dressed as a girl for a week which I find myself acting like a young girl. I am always buying hosiery dresses,skirts as my girl wardrobe has surpassed my male wardrobe by far.
I'm a crossdresser, and have been for over 20 years. A few weeks ago, I met another crossdresser and we sucked each other off, the first time I ever sucked a dick. Since then, I've sucked two more, and I want more. I love it.
Recently made an onlyfans so I can descretly post my crossdressing photos. I love wearing cute panties.
I like to crossdress very much and wish to have sex with males and have fun like a woman.
I am a married man in my 50s and have been crossdressing since my teens in secret. Last year my wife caught me and ended our sex, exiling me to the guest bedroom. Late at night now I surf porn and craigslist. I recently hooked up with another married guy in his 50s, dressed in a slip and bra and sucked his cock. It was my first time but OMG I loved it. When he held my head and shot his load on my mouth I got so excited I leaked a little cum. He just texted me to come by and wants me to wear his wife's clothes. I am so excited.
Well a lot of my ‘sins’ began back when I was 14, I am 16 now. Then I would post a lot of pictures of me online on reddit claiming to be 18. I loved the attention from the guys and girls I got because I didn’t feel comfortable with myself and they actually liked me for me. They loved my body and made me confident in myself. I loved wearing girls clothing and began stealing cloths from my sister and aunt, trying on anything that I liked. I would show pictures of me masturbating, or ones of me twerking, trying new things, everything, I loved being a little slut like that. But eventually I calmed down on the whole posting thing as life took its toll on me and I couldn’t keep up with it. But that didn’t me from getting kinkier. I went deeper and deeper into the web, finding all the craziest of shit.
But one thing I did that I really loved was when my aunt and uncle were out of town, they had my house and dog sitting so I had free rain of their house. I went into their room and began looking around for toys, but wasn’t able to find anything. I did find some dirty underwear I played with and eventually came in. But also I went through their closet and tried on a bunch of her cloths as I loved them. At one point I was dressed in a pair of sexy thong panties, a lacy matching bra, silk teddy and silk robe. I’m not crazy chubby, but my chest area kind of looks like I have boobs even though I’m a boy so they fit her cloths perfectly. I took one of their dog collars and put it around my throat and painted my lips and put lipstick on. I jerked off everywhere and came in a bottle of her lotion. I then also used random things I found around the house as dildos as I’m pretty brave. But also, I wanted to try something out, so I took one of the male dogs to the bathroom and I began jerking him off. I then also began to suck him off, but when it tried to get him to fuck me he was too small and didn’t seem interested. That’s definitely a dream of mine, to be fucked by a big hung dog…
But that was my confession, hope I’m not too much of a weirdo for here…thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far
Back when i was 14 i would crossdress for older men through kik. I once found my teacher on there and i never told him anything but he was my biggest fan.
She loved to embarrass me and dominate me. On one particular night, I went to the bar with her and her gorgeous room mate. At the bar I was playing pool when she decided to distract me by grabbing my balls when I bent down. Suddenly I realized she was letting other girls do it too and I had no say in it. I was groped by every girl there nearly. When we got back to her place, her room mate went to bed but left her clothes in the bathroom. I had to wear them and risk being seen by her room mate. I managed to avoid being seen but had to pose for pictures dressed like that and completely nude, which she left where her room mate would find them and take them. What a night.
Yesterday, I was shopping at JC Penny's and went into a fitting room to try on some jeans. Someone before me had left a bra hanging there.
I couldn't help myself and I put it on and wore it home. I'm a guy.
I guess I asked for it sort of. She ordered me to make a video last night. I was told to set up my video camera in her room. Go in and strip right in front of the camera and start jerking off. Then pretend to steal the panties that she just took off. I had to put them on and jerk off. Just before I blew my load she came in a "caught" me. Now she's telling everyone she actually caught me in her room and is GIVING copies to our friends.
I'm a 65 year old bisexual male who loves to cross-dress. I've been doing this now for seven years. Wearing women's clothing just feels so good to me. When I get up in the morning, I can't wait to get my entire body shaved completely smooth, put on makeup and do my nails. Next comes my thong, corset, push-up bra, hip and butt pads, garter belt and nylons. Since I've been taking phytoestrogen supplements the whole time, my boobs have grown to fit snugly into a 42C bra. My boobs are really nice. Guys go crazy for them. I began using breast forms to augment my appearance, but I don't need them anymore to get a nice effect. I really love my boobs and fondle them as often as possible. Next comes a silky slip to drape over my torso, followed by a sexy dress with its hemline falling just above my knees. The neckline of my dress must plunge low enough to expose my cleavage. My legs have received many compliments on their shape, so I always wear a fashionable pair of heels to bolster their appearance. Earrings, necklace, bracelet and a nice wig complete the look.
My wardrobe is extensive. I have dozens of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes. outerwear and accessories. Wigs of all shades and lengths are available to me as well. No matter how much I have, I can't resist the urge to buy more. Its definitely an obsession. When I'm fully dressed and see myself in the mirror, I nearly come to climax. OMG, how I wish I could be a woman. I'm so jealous of those who are.
Being bisexual, I crave having sex other men. As a younger man, it was relatively easy to hook up for same sex experiences. However, as I aged, it became harder to arrange such trysts. Becoming a crossdresser definitely increased my chances for success. I discovered that many men love "chicks with dicks". It opened up a whole new world for me. As soon as I began appearing in drag, I became much more desirable. My date requests grew immensely. I could pick and choose which ones to accept.
One thing I've always fantasized about was being a prostitute. How lucky women are that they can do this. I could never understand why more ladies don't participate in that occupation. I fantasized about it so much, I decided to try my luck as a crossdressing escort. Websites for escort service advertising are all over the internet. I offered my services on as many of them as I could. I really didn't know if I'd get any responses. To my surprise, the replies were overwhelming.
It was so easy to find men who wanted to have sex with me. There were several women as well. I've lost count of how many men I've sold my body to, but it has to be at least several hundred. Age range also surprised me. The youngest man I did told me he was 18, and I'm not sure if he really was . He looked no more than 16 and didn't have a car. I asked to see his ID, but he declined to show me anything. I probably shouldn't have had sex with him, but the opportunity was too irresistible. The oldest guy was in his 70's and the rest were part of every age group in between.
So far, I've made tens of thousands of dollars over the years as a part-time prostitute. I know its not the right thing to do, but I just can't stop. I've tried to quit many times. I love the work so much the idea of quitting is to depressing. I can't keep doing this forever. What am I going to do?
I'm a 16 year old male (for real; I'm not trying to bait anyone, or anything). I've always looked somewhat feminine, taking a lot more after my mom than my dad. When I was younger, I was even occasionally mistaken for a girl. That said, I'm a junior at a fairly progressive high school, and in my Drama class before Winter Break, I played the role of Juliet in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. My Drama teacher is sort of weird. He's also VERY particular about the craft, so I was fully costumed and wore makeup the day of. To top it all off: it was a kiss scene! Now for the confession: my partner, playing Romeo, wanted to do the "thumb trick", where I would end up kissing his thumbs instead of his lips. I said okay, but when the kiss happened at the climax of the scene...I moved his thumbs away! He was really embarrassed, and so was I, but in the moment I felt really compelled to do it. I tried to apologize afterwards, but he just dismissed it...I'm not sure what to do now...
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
I'm a 25 year old male and I once paid a girl to dress me up in her panties, bra, miniskirt, high heels, and a blonde wig and then laugh at me and taunt me. It was so humiliating but soooo hot.
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