Read On. I sat daydreaming looking at my wife dressed in a short skirt and blackheels with sheer nude hose. Hanes silk reflections barely there! She always dressed so nice for Thanksgiving.
Our Stories. From the dawn of my earliest memories I have always thought that I was meant to be girl. Outwardly I was just a boy, lanky with freckles, better than average at baseball, ice skating and math but inwardly I felt I was a girl. As far as I knew at that time I was alone, unique, some kind of cosmic mistake. Gender dysphoric is the term I learned much later from reading psychology books at the library. I grew up with two sisters and from early childhood I was obsessed with what they and the girls at school wore. I would pour over Sears catalogs and my older sister's Seventeen and Vogue magazines under the covers with a flashlight when I was supposed to be sleeping.
I was sitting around my house watching tv and just waiting for my girlfriend, Karen, to come over after she went out with some of her friends for drinks. I rose when the doorbell rang and opened the door to find Karen dressed sexier than I had ever seen her. She obviously had gotten changed after work and looked jaw-droppingly hot in a short sparkly silver dress, sheer pantyhose, and matching strappy silver heels.
I have met the sexist man ever on the Internet. We started chatting on a Sunday night and the conversation got sexy fast. We finally decided to talk to each other on the phone. We talked all night and it was great - sharing each other's sexy stories, etc.