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Running In Womens Clothing free porn video
I enjoy wearing womens clothing. Wearing womens clothing in public is
something I really enjoy.
Of course, being a male, wearing womens clothing is not socially
acceptable. Peoples reactions to such behaviour ranges from them
thinking the person is a pervert, gay, strange, a sissy or amusing on
the one hand to being accepting on the other.
I'm submissive by nature. Ever since I first started masturbating it
was to images of me being dominated by women. From the time I first
started having sex I have always preferred to go down on a woman than
to having 'proper' sex. The whole symbolism of kneeling between a
womens legs and bringing her to orgasm while not enjoying your own
orgasm is so incredibly erotic to me.
I have been for a number of full makeovers and photo shoots, and yes, I
have loved the results. With some professional help I can be made to
look quite feminine ... until I talk that is.
But that's not where my true desires lay. I have been to a number of
Mistresses and had sessions where me being humiliated for wearing
womens clothing has been the central theme.
So, I'm sure it will come as no surprise when I say that when I go out
in womens clothing, I'm hoping to come across women who find men in
womens clothing amusing, strange or sissy like or those that are
accepting. I like the smiles, laughs or curious looks.
I do get those but they're the minority. In reality I've found that
most people will act like you don't exist or pretend that everything is
normal. So the smiles or laughs are a great reward. And sometimes those
smiles are more rewarding than others. One women I remember really well
was clearly amused as I ran towards her weraing a running skirt with a
padded bra giving me a clearly visible cleavage. She made eye contact
with me and smiled broadly as we ran past each other.
Going out in public and not knowing what will happen is exciting and
nerve wracking at the same time. The uncertainty of who I'll pass and
what their reaction will be. To maximise the excitement I've slowly
'perfected' my outdoor sessions.
Much as I would like to be, I am not under the control of a dominant
woman and so I have to pretend I am. By using that pretence I force
myself to push the limits of my outdoor games. I have two main
'playtimes', when going running or walking during winter months when
it's dark early. I run fairly regularly, and when I do I run wearing
womens activewear. I'll get dressed and then drive to a starting point
some distance from my house.
This is a description of a run I did a few days ago wearing some really
sexy womens cycling shorts made out of PU material that I had just
bought from missguided.com.
I lay the outfit out on my bed, a selection of clothing, bras and
breast forms. I moved from left to right, dressing as I moved. First on
was my new 'gift' from missguided.com, a pair of rust coloured cycle
shorts made from PU material.
They are incredibly smooth and so very shiny. I ran my hands over the
plastic like material that was tight against my legs. I looked in the
mirror, they looked so sexy. I started to get second thoughts, they
were very onviously female. Definitely not something that I could even
pretend to myself was male clothing, a common method I use to get
myself out the house. Pretend to myself that it could pass as male or
was at most, unisex.
I moved along putting on the remainder of the clothing on the bed, an
old padded bra under a white lace bra. I did that because the old
padding has miss formed over the years and no longer gave a smooth bump
on my chest, instead giving irregular bumps that just looked like an
untidy creased bunch of material under the t-shirt. Putting another bra
over it smoothed those irregular bumps. And of course, there was the
added benefit that having two bras on means that there is more chance
that the bra straps will be noticed from behind.
Finally I put on the pink womens running t-shirt made by Karrimor and
purchased from Sports Direct. The shoes I would wear were white, pale
blue and pink Karrimor ladies running shoes, also bought from Sports
Direct.
Together with a point and shoot camera I carried two 'chicken fillet'
bra inserts and two pads removed from one of my padded bra swimsuits to
my car. I drove to the start of the path I planned to run that day.
Once parked I slipped a chicken fillet and pad into each bra cup. I was
surprised at the size of the resulting 'breasts' I'd developed. I
seriously considered removing either one or both from each bra cup but
decided to stick it out. It would add to the excitement.
Getting out of the car is always the hardest thing to do. A car isn't
much protection from other peoples wandering eyes, but it is better
than nothing and it does at least hide your lower body from view. Once
you're out the car, every part of you is visible.
There were three other cars parked in the car park. There were no
people around which, as I climbed out my car, I told myself was a
blessing. Of course, three cars meant that there were at least three
people on the path I was about to run down.
Once out the car I pressed the relevant buttons on my GPS watch so that
I could start recording my run. I stood uncomfortably in front of my
car as my GPS acquired lock that would allow it to start working. Over
the months I had finessed the requirements of my behaviour in order to
ensure maximum possible exposure and as such, maximum possible
embarrassment.
One of the my rules was that when I had parked in the car park I was to
get out within 30 seconds of my car stopping, lock it and then stand at
whichever end of the car was most visible to the rest of the car park
before starting my various tracking devices. Today, as I'd merely
driven straight in, I was standing at the boot of my car.
My GPS always took a while to acquire a lock and that was why I only
pressed the switches once I was outside my car. Even seconds drag by
like minutes as I wait, in full view, in a car park for the computers
to lock on. At any minute a car could pull in to the parking lot, or
one of the owners of those three cars could return, and I'd be seen in
all my sissy glory.
Of course, chances were that the owners of the cars were going to see
me anyway, but somehow it, to my mind at least, wasn't as bad if I was
running past them as fast as I could, rather than standing there
looking stupidly at the watch on my wrist.
Finally my watch got GPS lock on and was ready to record. Todays route
was a 5 mile out and back along an old disused railway. At the end of
the track (5 miles from the car park I was now leaving) was a small
town. I was always turned around on the outskirts of the town to start
my 5 mile return journey.
The route was popular with dog walkers, other runners and cyclists.
There were three more car parks dotted along the length of the 5 mile
route which ensured that the path always had a fairly steady flow of
people using it.
Before starting my run I put the camera onto self timer mode and took
photos of myself in the car park. Finally I could start my run.
I know that it doesn't make sense, but somehow, being out running seems
less inimidating and embarrassing when you're dressed as I was than
just standing in a car park. And so I relaxed slightly as I started
running. Until I glanced down and was reminded of the 'breasts' I now
owned.
My fears of passing people were soon realised as I came across the
first of what was to be many dog walkers and people just enjoying the
good weather. Coming up behind someone is not too bad. Yes, I know that
as I pass them they are going to get a really good look at whatever I'm
wearing, but I don't have to make eye contact with them and I won't see
their reaction. Approaching people from in front is different, I see
their reaction.
On this particular run I encountered two women who gave me a delightful
reaction in that they both made eye contact and smiled at me in a way
that showed they were amused by me. I passed one of the women twice as
she was walking her dog out and back the opposite way to which my run
was going and we were near the turn around point.
A photo of the outfit can be seen at mygirlyplayspace.blogspot.com and
I will keep the blog updated with photos of other runs I do. I will
post some more of my adventures here. Please feel free to give me
feedback (hopefully constructive ;-) )
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