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Biloxi Blues by Allyssa Davis The following is a true story to the best of my recollection The year was 1995, May as I recall. I had just spent 19 months on the road working in close quarters with other people so I unfortunately could not practice in my secret obsession. I year and 3 months prior I had broken up with a woman that taught me some points as far as dressing as a woman and taught me makeup tips. It was all in fun for her at first, indulging my secret desires, however my compulsion to crossdress at every opportunity led to our parting ways on very unfriendly terms. So here I was in Biloxi, Mississippi living on my own able to practice the art of female impersonation at my leisure. I could and did shave my legs, arms, and chest so that they were absent of any hair, wear makeup, lingerie, dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes of my choice. I refined my makeup techniques until I felt that I was not going to get any better and paraded around my apartment for over a month, but needed more. I decided that it was time to venture outside and feel the cool night air against my legs as I walked through the deserted streets. Once I had decided to go outside the apartment dressed as a woman I had to build up the nerve to actually do it. Easier said than done. It took me 5 nights of repeatedly applying and adjusting my makeup and numerous clothing changes only to chicken out due to some noise and retreat off of the porch and back into the safety of my apartment. finally, on the 6th night I made it off of the porch and walked down the street a couple hundred feet and back. That was quite an accomplishment if I say so myself. Those of you that have actually gone out in public remember their first time and know what I am talking about. On the following night, night number 7, I went all the way down the street, crossed the highway and walked out on the fishing pier. What a liberating experience that was. I was sweating, and my heart was pounding the whole time. I was dressed in a denim skirt, white blouse, nude nylons, ankle socks and my white Keds sneakers. As I returned to my apartment, my landlord's dog began barking and he turned his lights on to see what the commotion was all about. I managed to slip in with out being detected, I think! After that near miss it took me several nights to muster up the courage to venture out again, but once I had been out, I had to do it again. This time I wore the same denim skirt, a red sweater, tan pantyhose, and black low heel pumps. I walked up the street the other way, made a right turn walked up a block, made another right and headed for the beach. Along the way a car kept driving by me. The driver kept talking to me and I would not make eye contact. he offered me a ride, and I squeaked out in my best/ worst female voice "No thank you, I am almost home. He was trying to pick up on me thinking I was a hooker or something. Being a casino town, it was not too far fetched that a woman walking alone at 1 am was a working girl. finally he figured out that I wasn't selling what he wanted to buy and he left me alone in search of a more willing target. I made a right on the highway, picking up the pace a bit and headed for home. I was thrilled that I was mistaken for a woman, even a hooker, but relieved that he gave up and did not find out that I was a male and give me a beating or worse. Although it was getting easier to go out in public, I was once again housebound due to that experience. It took me a week to go out again dressed as a woman. I finally treaded off of the porch again about a week later, but it would be the last time in Biloxi. Like I said, it took about a week before I ventured outside again and I decided to play it safe and stay off of the highways. I would stick to the residential streets. The mistake I made though was not scouting out the neighborhood in the daytime to see what was around the corner. That particular night I dressed in a short black jumper that showed a lot of leg, a black long sleeve leotard under it, black tights and black maryjane shoes. I composed this outfit around the maryjanes as they were and still are my favorite style of shoes. (I have about 10 pairs of them now in different heel heights and finishes) I headed out of the apartment, walked toward the beach, made a right then down a block, then made another right. So far so good! To my horror I was approaching the police station and as I went across the driveway a K-9 unit was making a left into the parking lot. I guess the dog sensed my fear and went absolutely nuts in the back of the car. The officer slowly went past me and into the parking lot. That was a close call! I decided it was time to get home and picked up the pace as I did on the last outing. About 5 minutes later, the worst of my fears came true. I was just turning on my street suddenly the K-9 unit pulled up next to me. The officer addressed me as "Miss" and told me to stop walking so he could talk to me. A few seconds later another car came up and I had to face the police. When they got out of their cars and came up close to me they figured out that I was not what I seemed, I was indeed a man in drag. One officer interrogated me while the other one ran my ID through the computer. He asked me why I was dressed as a woman. I stammered as I came up with the best story I could that I lost a bet and had to go out of the house dressed for losing the bet. He did not buy my story and asked me if I was gay. Remember this is a small town, and like most of America they believed that only gay men crossdressed. It seems that a lot of people still think cross dressers are gay to this day. although I denied the accusation, he still assumed that I was gay and further concluded that the reason I was out there at night dressed as a woman was because I was a transvestite prostitute. He continued prodding me until I finally told him that there was no bet. I confessed that I just liked dressing in women?s clothing and felt safer from detection at night. To add to my humiliation, he made me stand against a building while he took my picture a couple of times with a Polaroid camera. The first fully dressed, and the second one without my wig. Meanwhile the other officer was still running my ID. Finally the other officer came back saying that I was okay. He told me that crossdressing was not a crime, but they would keep their eye on me. Before letting me go they told me if they found me out at night again dressed that they would take me in for suspicion of prostitution, because I was in an area that prostitutes worked and this was my first and last warning. I assured them that they would not see me out again unless I was dressed in my male clothing. As I was leaving they were joking with me and said they stopped another man walking down the street on the other side of town a few months back who also told them he lost a bet. He said the he almost arrested him for wearing white shoes after labor day. I said goodbye to them and hurried home, never to venture out dressed again in Biloxi. That is what gave me the "Biloxi Blues". After that experience, it didn't take me long to decide to move out of Biloxi. I figured that any time I was to meet up with the police later, the dispatcher would tell them about the "Field Interrogation Report" they had on me and I would not get a fair shake no matter what I was wearing. I would appreciate your comments and recounts of your experiences. If you have something to share just drop me a note at [email protected]

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Megan was my next door neighbor, and that was both good and bad. I watched her grow up, and she was a delightful girl, though until she was fourteen you could hardly tell she was a girl at all. She was the quintessential tomboy. She was an only child of parents killed in a car crash, when she was about six or seven, and it was then she’d come to live with Alice, next door. Alice was her grandmother and she tried hard to take care of Megan, but was alone in the world herself. As a result, Megan...

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The Tutors Blues

If you were to ask me who my favorite teacher was I’d have to say it was Mrs. Hargraves. That’s because she was the one who asked me to tutor Lori Hutchinson in Algebra. I was a senior and a geek. I wasn’t a jock, nor was I popular. I wasn’t particularly good looking and I hadn’t dated more than once or twice my whole high school career. That’s because those dates were nightmares. I didn’t know what to say, or where to go or what to do. One girl actually told me she was bored and wanted to go...

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Wedding Dress Blues

The ceremony had been beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful Mrs. Carol Oberwise had ever seen. With the entire wedding party in their perfect sharp tuxedos and their lace and silken gowns. The evening had turned out perfectly, warm and tranquil despite the light shower early that morning, nearly cloudless sky with a slight breeze coming in off the water as the afternoon started its slow change into evening, the air ripe with the delicate scent of jasmine. The sky was a brilliant blue with the...

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Birthday Bitch Blues

Sally was forty four today; married for twenty years and she was more than a little annoyed her useless fucking husband; Roger; had forgotten her birthday. She was five foot eight tall medium build with 42 EE tits, her long blonde hair covering her shoulders and her pear shaped arse always looked great; because she exercised regularly. She had got up at her usual time of 7 am; hot and sweaty she headed for the bathroom. Her desire for a good fucking beginning to build; in the shower she reached...

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Looking Through the LensChapter 8 Travelling Riverside Blues

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied - J.M. It’s funny how the smallest thing can make such a big difference in your outlook on life. When you least expect it, in a most unlikely way, and in the oddest of places, something appears that turns your view of the world inside out. Sometimes it can show you what really is important, dragging things out from some subconscious cave where they had retreated to hide,...

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Shagged Out With The Covid19 Blues

Oh god, here she comes again. I don’t think I can take much more of this.I used to be a treat… a naughty little 'get her in the mood' thing. Maybe once or twice a week, she’d open the dressing table drawer and run her fingers gently along my length. She’d hold me in one hand and lie on the bed, flicking my switch and as I buzzed into life, she’d slowly slide me along her slit. My tip would trace her folds and slowly begin to circle her clit.Sometimes, she’d push my head inside her, feeling...

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Working Mans Blues

** Originally written as Darkeyeddemon, when I lived on the east coast of Florida. In the wake of hurricane Katrina this story takes on new life and meaning for me. I donated blood and gave what money I could, but I still feel this sense of loss and vertigo as if there’s something else I can do that I haven’t thought of yet. If you know someone who was affected by this tragedy, don’t just give them money or food. If you can, give them some of your time. Thanks for reading. ** In the aftermath...

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Bellagio Blues

There it was, in obscenely banal black and white: her grandfather’s will. He’d been dead for years, and she’d heard rumors about the disposition of his estate, but she’d certainly never expected to see the actual document, much less have it casually handed to her as if it were a grocery receipt and not a real person’s final words to his loved ones. Her mother handed the red folder to her. ‘Will you look this over, honey? My mind’s just not what it used to be.’ She smiled in self-mockery when...

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The Kindergarden Blues

By Lubrican Buddy was a very unhappy young man. He had gotten caught driving with an open bottle and the judge hadn't been very understanding. He sentenced Buddy to community service - six months of community service. And Buddy was on his way to the court clerk's office to find out how he was going to have to spend those six months. The clerk was a dried up older woman whose name tag said "Fran". She wasn't impressed with Buddy and made no attempt to convince him...

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The Chaperone Blues

========================== Chapter One Claire Richardson was excited as she boarded the school bus. She didn't take the time to examine that feeling, even though she was thirty-three years old and was on her way to a high school football tournament. She just enjoyed the thrills that were coursing through her body as she bounced up the steps and entered a tiny world of controlled chaos. The noise hit her like a falling wall as she turned the corner to face fifty-some-odd...

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Mia Matsumiya Her Rapists BabyPt 2 Wedding Bell Blues

Against her better judgement, Mia allowed Stan to come back to her apartment, since he already knew where she lived, and had been secretly stashing monthly child support payments in her mailbox, out of some twisted desire to prove himself as a good father. Once there, he forced himself upon Mia once more in spite of her protests, spooning with her on the bed and gently fucking her in the ass. However to her own surprise, Mia found herself more receptive to him this time, and not only...

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Moving Blues

Ellen was an attractive professional businesswoman in her mid-40's, divorced, and worked during the day which meant that since I work nights, I could sleep in on my days off without worrying about being woken up. We agreed upon rent and living arrangements, which gave me full access to the house so I was happy. It wasn't long thereafter that I began to move my belongings into the place. It took a couple weeks to get everything set the way I wanted it and get accustomed to my new residence,...

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Reunion Blues

PART ONE – NEW YORK CITY I wake before dawn, alone in my bed. I reach over, old habits die hard, but there is no tousled head on the pillow beside me. Not even a slight indentation in the useless fucking thing. I get out of bed and the memories wash over me. We’d made love, then fought. She’d packed her bag and left. Now the loft seems much bigger than it had seemed before, with her things gone. I’d wanted her gone, so what the hell is the matter with me. Lonely. Yeah, lonely. She’d been...

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Baby Blues

As usual, based on real events in my life. As I placed my infant daughter in her crib, I could hear the sound of water rushing through the plumbing. I smiled. Celia, my wife, was finally getting that shower she’d needed, wanted, for three days. Caring for a small baby was time-consuming, of that there was no doubt. She was suffering a little post-partum depression, a good hot bath should ease some of that tension, I hoped. Soon enough, the water stopped running. I waited a couple more...

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