The Rite
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Malaise. That's what they call it. I had moved to a new town and
started a new job to escape it, but in less than two months the novelty
of both wore off. Same shit different place, I was in a funk. A
mental, emotional, physical funk.
Well not so much physical I suppose. I kept myself in good shape and
found that exercise kept my head clear. Not surprisingly then, I
decided that a hike was just what I needed. And then a thought came to
me which proceeded to grow and grow inside my head, and as it grew I
became more and more resolved to do it and more and more pleased with
myself; just like when the Grinch got inspired to ruin Christmas. I
decided right then to not only go for a nice hike, but also to indulge
in that other hobby that I resorted to, when I needed to jolt myself out
of a funk. I would do my hike dressed.
Kinda. Sorta.
I was still too much of a wimp. I would wear all women's clothes but I
would maintain "plausible deniability" by wearing unisex styles, in
neutral colors. To those confident, experienced cross dressers out
there, I am sure this seems rather lame, but to me at the time, it was a
thoroughly exciting prospect.
I would wear dark grey yoga shorts which, while not something men
typically wear was also not that far removed from simple sport shorts.
On top, a blue women's t-shirt, which, though it had high sleeves
slightly cut on the bias and a thinner more delicate hem, would not
really stand out as female. Simple low cut socks and canvas sneakers.
The only things which would be clearly feminine would be my red toenails
and my pink panties, a comfortable cotton affair (I would be hiking
after all) with a hint of lace like accents; and these would be hidden
of course. The only real give away, should anyone look hard enough,
would be my visible panty line - but what the hell, why not live
dangerously.
I first started to dress when I was about ten years old. Years later,
when I began to really think about this, I blamed this compulsion on the
fact that at a young age I read some erotica - Penthouse Forum or
something - with a crossdressing theme. Surely this imprinted on my
developing mind I thought. I have since come to realize that the
impulse must have already been in me - otherwise the story would just
have seemed weird to me, not thrilling. Anyhow I couldn't shake this
notion that I just had to try iit; and, because I had two sisters, one
five years older the other six, I had ample opportunity. My oldest
sister was a bit of a slob, pantyhose, panties, bras and slips strewn
all over her room. This was the perfect situation for me - she would
never notice anything missing and even if she did no one would really
take her seriously.
The feeling of slipping on panties and nylons for the first time was
intoxicating. I wore them to bed for weeks.
But there were two significant facts about my dressing that were present
even in the earliest stages. The first, like many crossdressers, the
desire to dress seemed to ebb and flow. If I was busy or preoccupied
with other things, or if I was just fending off feelings of crossdresser
self loathing, I might not dress for weeks or even months. Bu then the
desire would always pop up again and build and build to the point until
I was dressing every night and even under dressing during the day.
The second significant fact was that I was deathly afraid of getting
caught and so always stayed in the closet. There was simply too much
drama in my household to even consider bringing this into the mix, and
too much intolerance in my community to risk the social and domestic
fallout.
So Saturday arrived and I got myself "dolled up" as planned. As
plausibly male (and lame) as I was, I was still nervous - and excited -
to step out the door. Luckily none of my neighbors saw me as I made my
way to my car. I had researched my hike and had settled on a nice
moderate hike about forty-five minutes out of town. I drove for about
ten minutes passed the town limits when I started really getting into my
femme mindset. All the trivial details of routine behavior were now
sexually charged - how would a regular woman drive her car, look over at
other drivers, tune the radio, sip from her water bottle etc.
Finally I got to the trailhead parking area. I wasn't really surprised
to see no other cars, for some strange reason the hiking trails around
here are so underused. I stepped out of the car in the most lady like
manner I could manage, and entered the trail. The hike was a little
more than four miles of moderate trails, with two vistas off of short
side trails. But, as I started I realized that this was a hike, not a
catwalk or a cocktail party, so there was not a lot to do physically to
present as female. Nevertheless my mind was firmly in femme space.
I was in my femme space for a good twenty minutes or so before I felt
the need to pee. I could probably have held it for the rest of the hike
but hey, why bother when you are in the woods all alone. That's when
another one of those little thoughts crept in my head and grew and grew
until I just had to do it. I will pee like a woman! Of course I will!
I worked my way into the woods off-trail until I was sure I would be
hidden from any passerby - no matter how remote the possibility. I was
in full squat before I realized just how tricky this little maneuver
really was. I pulled my shorts and panties down but had to keep them
at my knees so that I would not pee on them; but this of course
restricted just how far I could spread my knees and legs which in turn
made it tricky to keep my balance. I did not envy women at that moment,
although I did savor the difference of it all. Unfortunately I am not
very big down there, so I could not easily dangle the tip down past my
panties but rather had to take my index and pointer finger and poke my
little clitty down before I could start to tinkle. I quickly finished
and fixed myself up and continued back down the trail.
I was another ten minutes down trail when I was startled to hear a
jogger behind me shout, in a masculine voice, "On your left." No big
deal I thought, I'm just another guy on the trail, he'll pass so fast
he won't even scrutinize me let alone 'make me.' It took me out of my
femme mind space but hey, it will just be for a moment. Then, just as
he was passing by me he says, "Hey buddy, your pink panties are showing.
You might want to tuck them in."
The first three stages of "caught cross dresser guilt" rapidly went
through my mind:
Fear: Oh my god what am I going to do now! What's going to happen to
me? My secret is out, my life is ruined, my career over, I can never go
home....
Of course I realize that all this panic is for nonce. This guy does not
know me. I'll probably never see him again. I'm in the middle of
nowhere. It will be alright.
Anger: DAMN! I thought, how could I be so fucking stupid. How could I
forget to tuck my shirt in over my panties. What was I even thinking
trying a cockamamie stunt like this anyhow! And why squat to pee...
Shame: I am never going to try anything like this again. I'm going to
go home and purge all my girl clothes. I've got to give this habit up.
It took awhile for me to reach acceptance of the situation. I continued
down the path, ashamed and bitter. So bitter was I in fact, that I
seriously thought about turning around and skipping the lookout. Funny
how quickly one can go from femme bliss to shame.
I reached the turn off for the small trail that went to the overlook.
It seemed much less traveled then the main trail - which was a good
thing I thought. Fuck it!, best to not make a total waste of the day,
might as well check this thing out. I plunged down the narrow trail,
ferns grazing my ankles.
After a few minutes down the trail I could sense I was getting close as
glimpses of the vista started to peek through the trees. If the trail
map is right it should be right after this last....
That's when I saw the jogger, standing on the flat granite clearing
gazing off into the horizon beyond! I froze in my footsteps. My first
instinct of course was to flee and I started to turn to do just that
when the jogger turned, and interrupted me,
"Come on now - you've got to check out this beautiful sight. Don't
worry... I'm not going to bite."
It was then that I got my first real look at the jogger. He was tall,
lithe, but not skinny -his lanky frame filled out with taught cabled
muscles. His hair, a light brown streaked with blonde strands clearly
caused by hours spent in the sun, was naturally curly and of a length
which was at once loose and laid back, yet still restrained in the
manner of someone in the privileged class with appearances to be
maintained. He wore a tight bicycle type shirt which I had caught him
in the middle of peeling off, and in doing so, his body in mid twist,
revealed an exquisite six pack that transitioned into a taught V which
continued down into black bicycle shorts, which did little to conceal
the heft of a significant manhood. The few words he just spoke to me,
and the manner he spoke them were enough to know that this was a man of
confidence, and composure. He projected the bearing of a natural
leader. The kind of guy men follow. The kind of guy people do not say
no to.
I made my way to the granite clearing.
"Wow," he said, "isn't this amazing?"
"Yeah. It doesn't get too much better than this."
The jogger smiled welcomingly. "Yeah, only a couple of ways to improve
an experience like this."
We stood there for awhile looking off in the distance, making idle chit
chat, taking turns picking out and identifying various landmarks on the
horizon.
"Excuse me," he said, walking over to the edge of the cliff like
clearing, "I gotta take a leak.....you don't mind do you?" I shook my
head as if to say, in a cool regular guy way, "Of course not."
Now every man "looks" when at the urinal. It is instinctual I suppose.
In grade school boys soon learn from social pressure to keep these
glances brief and discreet, and this was a lesson I was always conscious
of, indeed, I took some pride in the fact that I was able to resist this
instinct to glance most of the time. But there was something
...magnetic... about this jogger, and I already had a sense that there
was something special down there, and well...I couldn't help but look.
From his position and angle to me I couldn't see much at all, other then
the fact that I could tell from the grip he was using he was handling
something of considerable heft. Where I pinch betwixt thumb
forefinger, the jogger employed a full palmed grip!
And then I made a mistake, the bane of schoolboys everywhere - my glance
lingered too long and I got caught. As the jogger give it a brisk shake
and twisted his body towards me slightly before storing himself back
into his shorts, I got a clear look a his manhood, unfortunately this
gave him a clear look at me looking at his manhood.
Fear, anger, shame.
And then all of these emotions were cut off at the knees as an easy
going smile spread across the joggers face and he said, "It's ok to
look. The body is beautiful."
This was so in his character and immediately put me at ease and would
have put an end to this ....but then he followed with, "You want to suck
it don't you?"
WTF! Now I know many readers will not believe me when I say that up to
this point in my life I had never really entertained such a thing. I
liked girls, I had only ever been with girls, and I enjoyed being with
them. I never really seriously entertained doing something..like that.
Sometimes, while dressed some ideas of being close to a man crept
in...but never anything so up close real as..that!
But now this idea, this suggestion, wormed into my mind. And it nestled
down and got comfortable. And then it became irresistible. I had seen
enough of this beautiful man and his beautiful cock and yes, I wanted to
suck it! Without really giving it another thought I...turned, starting
the motion of getting on my knees in front of this beautiful man and
pleasure him with my mouth...
"Hold on," he interrupted, "you're not ready yet."
"?"
"Do you know what is holding you back? What is preventing you from
being all you can be?" The jogger followed in a way that struct me as a
non-sequitur.
"No. No I don't know what..you even mean ...."
He smiled and again his smile transmitted a calming reassurance. "It's
you. You yourself are holding you back. You need to unleash your true
self. Embrace it. Don't be ruled by fear. Don't let fear prevent you
from self realization."
This whole scene was beginning to feel so strange, so unreal. Like some
important twist in a novel or movie somehow actually happening. I just
nodded at his words.
He read my nods, knowingly, making sure I really understood what he was
saying, yet he maintained his pedagogical distance. "Listen. I'll tell
you what. If you want, if your ready, ready to really be you, the real
you, unleashed and committed, if you are ready for that...meet me again
right here, same time next week. We'll...take things from there." With
that this mysterious stranger smiled turned and jogged off down the
trail.
I was left there, stunned. The embarrassment at being spurned at just
the moment when I was...seduced. Vulnerable. Angry. That motherf....
who does he think he is? The nerve of that guy. Ready to be the real
me. Motherf.... I continued down the trail myself hurling every
invective against this stranger, fuming.
Before I got to my car I had already planned my outfit for next week.
The second week
The day had finally arrived. This time I was going all in. There would
be no plausible deniability.
First the prep - a nice bubble bath, taking care to shave and smooth
every bit of skin. Then matching thong and sports bra. I didn't have a
pair of breast forms but a couple pairs of inserts gave just enough
shape that it would pass for an A cup. Instead of a serious workout
look I decided to go for a more casual, earthy crunchy look. A nice
cotton sundress with a flower print. Sensible short socks and sensible
flats. My hair was long enough that I could give it a little feminine
style, but I topped it off with a sun hat and big sunglasses. Finally a
light purple daypack for my water bottle.
Stepping out the door I was ten times as nervous than before - but this
time I was emboldened. I reached my car and headed out without
incident.
When I arrived at the trailhead parking area I could see in the meadow
beyond a blaze of color - at least several species of flowers must have
reached their peak in the last week. I grabbed my daypack and headed
into the dark woods, my heart racing in anticipation.
It was hard to immerse myself and get lost in nature as I usually when
on a hike as every thought in my head was how femme do I look . The
excitement was almost too much to bear. It seemed like I arrived at the
lookout in no time, and as I turned the last corner....my hear sank! My
jogger was no where to be found.
I took a deep breath and then sighed as I looked out across the vista.
I guess he's not coming I thought. I felt more disappointed - deeply
let down - than I felt angry. It occurred to me I felt disappointed in
a womanly fashion for being stood up, but then I recognized in my
feelings how much of a feminine mindset this indeed was, and how much I
actually owed my mystery jogger for making me take these big steps. I
resolved to finish the hike, and day for that matter, as en femme as
possible.
"Hey pink panties, sorry for being a little late, my bike got a flat," I
heard behind me. I turned at once and there was my jogger, dressed
similar to before, greeting my with a big smile.
"Wow, well look at you," he says drawing closer. I blush deeply,
embarrassed, but also beaming with pride., "You look beautiful" he says,
now right next to me. "So...what shall I call you dear...that is
presuming you don't want to be called Pink Panties"
"Francine...call me Francine."
"Perfect! I'm Justin. It's nice to finally meet you Francine. So how's
the view today?"
"Oh, great...maybe 10 miles more visibility than last week," I say,
turning to face the view. Justin moves closer brushing his body against
me.
"So Francine, what shall we do? Continue the a hike....?"
I turned, looked into his eyes, and flashing a winsome, mischievous
smile, glance down to his shorts.
"I see," Justin chuckles as he reaches out to hold me close, then kisses
my neck. My hands instinctively wrap around him, then reach to his
bottom. I feel his manhood swell and press against me. I enjoy the
embrace, melt into it, then look into his eyes again. Nothing more
really needs to be said. I drop to my knees and begin to finally touch
and fondle that lovely specimen. I am trying to go slow and savor every
moment, but I cannot contain my nervous excitement. I peel his biker
shorts down finally revealing his manhood. It springs out thick and
plump, swollen but clearly with much more left to swell. Better than I
remembered, better up close, I was mesmerized, drawn to this gorgeous
phallus, captivated by it, wanting so much to worship and love it.
Nervously I brush my lips against, kissing it. The aroma - some sweat,
but mostly pure musk, is intoxicating. I feel Justin's hand pat my head
it is a gently encouragement to continue.
Wetter and wetter kisses, and then I dart my tongue out, short stabbing
licks. This gives way to longer strokes if the tongue, and now I can
distinctly taste it. Touch, scent and taste, every sense raw animal
sex. Grasping the root of the shaft with my small hand I encircle the
tip with my lips and suckle, my tongue working the bottom of the tip.
The whole dance is now accelerating as I begin to suckle hard and fast.
That's when I catch myself , as consumed as I am by passion and lust I
resolve to savor and relish the experience. To make the most of it.
This is all such a new experience, and I am truly winging it...but I
want to be more deliberate....more like Maura...
Maura was the first girlfriend I had who not only initiated sex, but
actually truly enjoyed sex. It was a fast and furious romance, I only
knew her for a few weeks, but they were an unforgettable few weeks, in
which she taught me so much. I was such a young bull in those days the
first time she blew me. Within a minute I was ready to blow my load
into her hot hungry eager mouth - every climax in my life up,till then
had followed a simple dramatic-action-triangle diagram; intro, rising
action, climax, closing - but then just as I could feel the cum rising
inside me, Maura tapered off, then, stopped almost completely until I
cooled down enough for her to resume without danger. Then she repeated.
Once more to the brink, holding me on the razors edge, always stopping
just before I exploded. Only after ascending a few more peaks did she
finally push through to the end and allow my to climax. Here was a much
more sophisticated narrative structure with several peaks and plateaus.
After suckling the tip intensely for a few minute I sense Justin getting
close and taper off. A slight moan escapes from Justin the tone
conveying not just pleasure, but a knowing recognition and approval as
if to say, 'Ohh, so this gurl knows how to edge a mans cock. Nice!'
It felt good that my efforts were recognized, but I had hoped to
surprise him the way Maura surprised me. But of course, this man, this
Adonis, would be familiar with such technique. Perhaps, if the setting
was more private and comfortable, I would have tried to edge him for
hours; and I am sure my Justin possessed Sting like tantric control and
could last for hours - but given the circumstances and setting, I
decided a half dozen peaks would suffice before finishing him off.
I was just tapering down from the third peak when
'snap-crack'
I hear a sound suspiciously like someone behind me walking through the
brush! I freeze, holding Justin's member in my mouth, as I focus and
listen.
"It's okay Francine...go on."
Continuing, a little unnerved but soon resuming my focused fervor. The
pause had messed up my choreography. I called an audible and added a
few more peaks to my routine.
I bring him to several more peaks and finally it is time to complete the
act. Holding Justin to a long slow plateau I slow briefly before
commencing with a fierce finale of hard-suckling head bobbing. And then
it comes- he comes - and though there is no reason why I should be
surprised, I am surprised when the first few spasms inject a load of his
essence in my mouth. I am suckling so hard and fast however, that my
first reflex is simply to swallow.
It is a sweet and lovely moment and I savor it. To be the source of a
mans pleasure, to be the vessel of a mans lust and passion. It is a
pure animal like act.
Thinking Justin was done I let him slip from my mouth, but while I
continue to kiss it, to love it, a final squirt deposits on my face. I
wipe this with my finger which I lick clean looking into Justin's eyes.
At that moment Justin turns his head sideways and says loudly and
abruptly, "Hello everyone. You have just witnessed Francine here take
one of her last and most important steps in fulfilling her dream of
becoming a sissy. If this makes any of you uncomfortable, then please,
leave us in peace. However, should you decide to stay, we invite you to
join and celebrate with us as Francine takes her final step to sissyhood
and is deflowered "
What the f.......!!? What did he just say? Did he really out me, and
expose me... to some strangers! Sissy??!! Deflower?!!!
I look around and see three couples on the edge of the trail, all aged
somewhere between high school senior - and college sophmore. From their
clothes it is obvious that they were on their way to a nearby swimming
hole. Each girl had an armful of freshly picked wildflowers.
Reacting to Justin's prompting one of the guys started to turn away -
clearly this scene wasn't for him. But just then, the girl on his arm
shots him a look - a look that starts out saying 'how could you even
think of leaving this beautiful ceremony we have just been graciously
invited to' but then mutates into 'don't even think of leaving if you
plan on getting any today.' He resigns himself to staying.
There is some murmuring and shuffling and painful awkward silence before
Justin softly bends his mouth to my ear and says, "Shall we then..?" as
he kisses me on the cheek.
How could I say no? How could I stop all this even if I wanted to? Why
would I want to?
With nary word exchanged and just the most subtle of hand gestures,
Justin leads me onto my hands and knees as he takes his position behind
me. Of course it has to be from behind, the most sissy, most
submissive, most animal like position.
Justin lifts up the hem of my sundress and flops it up onto my back,
exposing my behind, which he gently squeezes and caresses. He slips his
thumb under the thong and sweeps it to the side, exposing my rosebud,
which he caresses with his other thumb. Justin stops only briefly to
acquire something from his daypack, which I soon discover is some type
of lubricant. Nothing is rushed, nothing clumsy as Justin deliberately,
sensuously applies lubricant to us both. His middle finger begins to
work the lubricant, past my rosebud, finally pushing inside me. Is is
all, so easy and gentle and right.
Then keeping one hand on my behind and thumb on my rosebud, Justin
worked lubricant on himself, then pressed the tip at my crack, letting
it nestle in,sliding it up and down. When he was ready, Justin says,
"Are you ready Francine?"
As I prepared to answer I sense a stirring around me and open my eyes
which had mostly kept closed. There in front of me were the three
girls. One, holding a flower wreath proceeded to place it around my
neck. Another, with a small corsage like arrangement, affixed it to my
hair. All three gave me a kiss to the cheek, before moving back again.
"Yes," I replied finally and Justin proceeded to aim and press the tip
of his beautiful cock into my rosebud, causing it to open and receive
it. Instantly I feel the pressure of the intruder, probing steadily
deeper. Not completely without discomfort, it is not really pain I
feel, just unfamiliar pressure, Justin continues, slowly but
deliberately. When he begins short and slow thrusting, some almost
magical begins to happen - deep inside me blissful waves of pleasure
begin to stir. It is unlike anything else I have ever felt. Similar in
some ways to all the forms of stimulation I have ever felt on my penis,
but deeper, fuller, more profound, more internal.
It soon takes me over completely...going from nice...to pleasant...to
mmmmdamnnice....to I can't get enough of this cock don't think of
fucking stopping!
Now it's Justin's turn to tease me and edge me. He cycles from hard and
fast to long and slow, the whole time I feel like I am riding waves of
pleasure. Oh my gawd I think..am I really gonna cum...just from this...
without touching myself...I can feel it deep inside...
Then Justin begins a long very slow tempo. I am almost jelly as I
wiggle my ass and try to goad him to go faster, harder...finally Justin
concedes and begins to thrust hard. And fast. That is enough for me,
as I am soon overcome by deep waves of an internal climax stronger and
longer than anything I have ever experienced, as I feel my own clitty,
still soft, leak and squirt it's cream in a dozen and a half
contractions. And then, with a grunt of his own, I feel Justin's own
climax inside me.
Justin rides me slowly till he gets soft and I feel his seed dribbling
down my thigh. Finally he dismounts me, and helps me up. It is then I
realize that I am a mess, sticky wet, and I have no good solution. To
the rescue comes my three bridesmaids...one carrying, in a neat stack,
a nicely folded towel, a clean pair of blue panties, a handmade string
friendship bracelet, and a bouquet of wildflowers. After a final round
of tears kisses the girls make their way back to the trail, boyfriends
in tow.
A final hug and kiss from Justin. Not much is said...I get no
indication that I will ever see him again.....
I return to the site for a few weeks hoping to find Justin again, always
to no avail. And while I am disappointed I am not heartbroken, not
devastated. Far from it. I am a new person, brimming with a new degree
of confidence in myself and who I am. I resolve to live my life on my
terms. I quit my job and start my own business. I dress...however I
feel like; sometimes like a boy, sometimes a little ambiguous, sometimes
business woman...and sometimes on a Saturday night full on sissy sex
bomb.
After not returning for several months I decided to return to the site
on a nice autumn day before the first frost. I did not expect to find
Justin there .....and I did not find him. After my hike I decided to
pop into a small ice cream shack on the side of the road and order a
small chocolate chip cookie dough cone. As I sit down to enjoy my
treat, a young girl joins me. It is one of my bridesmaids. She spies
my friendship bracelet on my wrist and smiles. "Your ceremony was so
beautiful, thanks for having us."
Mara
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