The Ballad of Lara and Gemma
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Not just another day dressing up as Gemma
Marks and Spencer is a wonderful shop. Their gorgeous lingerie is worn
by so many women. They sell some wonderful dresses, skirts and blouses
too. I often wear their women's clothes and derive a huge amount of
pleasure from doing so.
That paragraph could have been written by thousands of women living in
the UK, however I'm not a woman. My name is Gemma and I'm a Transvestite
or if you like, A Crossdresser. I'd even own up to being something of a
sissy.
Today I dressed up as Gemma as I've done so many times before. Let me
take you through my outfit. I like M & S because I love to dress in a
classic style, that it is to say the sort of clothes a businesswoman may
wear to an important meeting. So let's start with my lingerie. I like
matching bra and knickers and today decided that a very lacy white set
would set the right tone. I popped a silicon breast form into each bra
cup and tucked my bits away to create a nice feminine profile.
The lingerie set came with a matching suspender belt and I clipped this
into place. I love sheer nylon stockings and today's pair were dark
brown. I slid each one up my shaven legs and attached them to my lacy
suspender belt.
I can't tell you how much I adore full slips. No outfit is complete
without one. In keeping with the rest of my underwear today's slip was
white with a heavy lace trimming around the hem and bust. The material
was pure silk. Holding the spaghetti straps I stepped into the wonderful
garment and pulled it up over my now feminised body. I slipped the
straps over my shoulders and let the slip slide down to just above the
knee.
Until I've got my face and hair on, I don't look at myself in a full
length mirror because I don't want to see just a man wearing women's
underwear. However just sitting on the edge of my bed and feeling the
sensation of wearing this highly feminine lingerie I start to sense
Gemma coming to the fore. After all only a girl could wear such pretty
clothes, couldn't they?
At this stage it's time to go to the bathroom mirror with my makeup bag.
I'd already shaved as close as I could manage and fully moisturised my
skin. Foundation is vitally important if a nicely made up face is to be
achieved. I use a light coloured Dermablend which ensures a nice smooth
finish without looking unnatural. Once you've got this basis right you
can apply all the goodies. Eye shadow, lashings of mascara, rouge and my
favourite cherry red lipstick. On this occasion I'm looking for a
sophisticated look to match the outfit I'll be wearing and looking at my
painted face in the mirror I give myself 9/10 for the job I've done.
It's especially important today.
Still avoiding the full length mirror I go to my wig box. I pick out a
nice sleek long bob style in dark brown. I returned to the bathroom
mirror. By this stage Gemma is hammering at the door to be let out and
so I bend forward over the sink carefully holding the wig at the front
edge and placing it to fit over the top of my head. I then stood up
straight and shake my head to let the hair fall down to my shoulders. I
then use my wig brush to tease the wig into my preferred style; a long
feminine bob.
"Gorgeous," I say to myself and then mince back to the bedroom. I'm
Gemma now and even walking like a woman. I go straight to the full
length mirror and look at myself from every angle, hitching my slip up
to make sure my suspenders are straight. I have to be ready within half
an hour so quickly apply nail varnish in the same cherry red as my
lipstick.
It's time to finish dressing and today I've already decided what I'm
wearing. As I've previously said I love M&S and there work dress range
is wonderful. I've always had a soft spot for the pinafore style and
it's recently come back into fashion although it's usually called a
tunic dress these days. Either way it's a fitted, sleeveless dress which
can be worn on its own or as I prefer with a gorgeous blouse underneath.
My dress is fitted, black and comes down to just below knee length, but
first I must put on the blouse. This is ivory with long sleeves gathered
to a long cuff with a nice full pussy bow at the collar. I love blouses
and love slowly doing up all the buttons and cuffs. It's just left to
unzip the dress and step into it before slowly drawing it up over my
body. I push my blouse clad arms through the armholes and reach behind
me to draw the zip up to the top. The cut of the dress means it fits
beautifully when done up and I feel wonderful. I clip on a pair of gold
earrings, slip on a couple of pretty rings and then with five minutes to
go step into a pair of three inch heel black leather court shoes. I'm
ready.
You've probably gathered by now that this was no ordinary day for Gemma.
White underwear to set the tone? Make up especially important? Having to
be ready within half an hour?
Over the years of my dressing as Gemma I've found I'm increasingly
attracted to the idea of meeting a man while dressed. I know from the
internet that there are a lot of TV admirers out there and I have
occasionally put my details on specialist dating sites. However despite
a number of email contacts I've always been nervous to pursue an actual
meeting.
I've finally decided in the last few weeks that life's to short to miss
out on such an experience and so I placed a new carefully worded advert
online. I wanted an older gentleman admirer who would appreciate me as a
woman, who could visit me and be patient enough to let things develop at
their own pace. A number of guys got in touch but one, named Richard,
said the right things to reassure me and was happy to send his photo. He
looked nice and normal and complimented me on my photos. I explained
that Gemma was a virgin when it came to men and that I did not know how
I'd really feel until I met him.
That meeting was today, hence the white virginal undies.
At exactly the arranged time the doorbell rang. My heart was racing now,
but as much with excitement as fear, as I went to the front door. A tall
distinguished looking gentleman stood before me. My first impressions
told me I'd chosen well. I silently beckoned him in and as soon as the
door closed he stooped to kiss me on the cheek and told me I looked
gorgeous. I'd long been practising a light, somewhat breathier voice
which I thought sounded reasonably okay and I thanked him for his kind
comment.
You sound gorgeous too, he told me and I think I was already beginning
to fall under his spell.
The next hour flew by. We sat next to each other on my sofa and talked
about each others love of crossdressing. I told him how Gemma had
developed over the years and how I'd finally decided to test the water
with an admirer. For his part he explained he first became drawn to TV's
when an office colleague had turned up in drag at a fancy dress party.
Nothing had happened but he suddenly became aware that this was what
turned him on.
By now I was completely relaxed in his company and he seemed to sense
this. "Gemma," he said, "you really are quite lovely." Without a second
thought I said, "So are you." Then he said that I'd mentioned in one of
my emails how much I liked to wear very feminine lingerie under my
outfits. How about I unzip that lovely dress you're wearing and see your
lovely undies. I smiled at him and said that would be okay.
We stood up with him behind me. He lifted my hair away from the back of
my dress and slowly pulled the zipper of my dress down. He then came
round to face me and eased the dress down over my arms and let it drop
to the floor. That really is a sexy blouse he said but I think what's
underneath is even sexier. He undid the cuff buttons and then took a
step closer. I looked up into his eyes suddenly aware that he was a good
six inches taller than me and this made me feel so feminine and dare I
say submissive. He pulled the pussy bow of my blouse loose and then
starting at the bottom, slowly undid the buttons. When he'd finished
unbuttoning me he slid both hands underneath onto my bare shoulders and
eased the blouse off.
"I was right," he said, "what's underneath is sexier. I just love the
way you look. How would you feel if I kissed you."
I said that would be nice and he slid his arms around my waist and drew
me to him. I instinctively reached up to put my arms around his neck and
he kissed me passionately me on the lips. I felt his hand slide up under
the hem of my slip and he caressed my thigh. I pushed myself even closer
against him and immediately felt his arousal.
"I think I'm a bit overdressed," he laughed. "How would feel about
taking my shirt and trousers off for me." Without replying I untucked
his shirt and undid the all the buttons before slipping it off. I was
completely gone by now and ran my fingers through his manly chest hair
before giving each of his nipples a little lick. I knelt down and eased
his slip on shoes off followed by his socks. Finally I reached up to
remove his trousers. We exchanged a brief but knowing glance and I undid
the top button before pulling down his zip. His trousers fell to the
ground. He stepped out of them and taking my hand led me back to the
sofa.
He sat me down and stood before me. "This is it Gemma", he said. "You
really are the loveliest girl I've ever met and the thought that you
could pleasure me with the lips that so passionately kissed me, is
driving me mad with desire."
I smiled at him and said, "Me too." I reached out and pulled his boxer
shorts down to his ankles. He kicked them away. He inched forward a
little so that his penis was no more than two inches from my face. He
was already fairly aroused. It looked like he was about 7 inches long
and he was circumcised with the eye of his purple glans staring at me. I
lent back a little and took his cock in my hand. I slowly ran my hand up
and down his shaft and he gave a little moan. Still holding his cock I
lent forward and traced my tongue gently over his balls. "Oh that feels
so good Gemma" he cried. Raising my head a little I now licked the tip
of his shiny knob pushing the tip of my tongue into his hole. A small
drop of precum oozed out and I picked it up with my tongue and swallowed
it.
His breathing was already getting shorter and he said, "Gemma I don't
think I'll last long but I have so much to give you." So I quickly got
on with my task, sliding my lips down over his knob and then as far down
the shaft as I could manage. I bobbed my head up and down slowly but
rhythmically and felt the extreme pleasure of his cock penetrating my
mouth over and over again, my lips stretched by his girth.
His breathing shortened dramatically and his legs buckled a little
before letting a long cry of pleasure ring around the room.
Simultaneously he pumped wave after wave of hot creamy semen into my
mouth. I did my best to swallow it all but there was too much and it
dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin, splashing on to the lacy top
of my slip. He collected the semen off my chin with his finger and I
licked it clean.
"That was fantastic," he said. I told him it was wonderful for me too
and that at last I understood Gemma's role in life was to look as pretty
as possible and to pleasure men.
Twenty minutes later he was gone, but not before arranging to meet again
the following week. I looked in the mirror still dressed just in undies.
My makeup was now a little smudged but I didn't mind because I knew how
it had got like that. Speaking out loud to my reflection I said, "This
is always how it was meant top be," and then had a little giggle to
myself.
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