The E-Mail

Honey, do you have a minute? I want to read you an email that I got today.

You're busy? OK, maybe later if you have time. It's about a guy confessing his cross dressing fantasy to a “Miss Teresa.”

Oh, there you are. You want to hear it? I think it was sent to me by accident, you know how sometimes you type in the beginning of an address, and Yahoo will finish it for you? Its from a Michelle in Virginia.

What's wrong, you seem a bit upset? Just sit down and tell me what you think about this, it's really very interesting.

Please don't read it, but why? It's not like its about you. Lets see who its from. Its from xxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com. Wait a minute, that is you!

Funny how things work out isn't it? Maybe you secretly wanted me to get this? No, well too late now Michelle. Just try to calm down and let me read it aloud, the whole thing. Let me see........

“Dear Miss Teresa; I want you to know that I love your website and have read every story and advice column you've written. You've really helped me accept my cross dressing and I wanted to thank you. I'm sure you must get these emails a lot but I wanted to tell you my story.”

It's certainly an interesting start isn't it Michelle? Shhhh, listen sweetheart, I've already read the entire letter. I just want to see your face when I read the rest, then we can discuss it, alright? Now make yourself comfortable, here we go.

“Even when I was in high school I was still dressing up in my Mother's clothes every day. It was like I was addicted or something. It was so incredibly stressful to carefully pick things out, try them on, and then put them back exactly where they belonged. But that was only part of it! I was fantasizing about being discovered by various girls at school, and then blackmailed into a humiliating feminization where I was completely helpless to do anything to stop it! Then of course, I had to see them during the day and I would just lose it. I was a mess. The conflict of trying to be a normal guy, while constantly having fantasies about being teased and abused by my friends was too much.

It became a sort of self torture for me. I would lock all the doors and dress up, masturbate, then put everything back. The rest of the day was spent looking over my shoulder and wondering when my secret would be out. It's not like I really wanted to be caught, that would be a catastrophe. But in every fantasy I had I was somehow caught and punished, just like your story-Caught In Panties. Years later I'm still a nervous wreck but considerably less than I was. I even have a girlfriend now although she would leave me in a second if she ever found out.

Thanks for everything Miss Teresa, Love Michelle.”

Well, that's quite a story Michelle. So your favorite fantasy is the caught in panties one, right? Where you are somehow blackmailed into dressing up completely, and taken to the beauty salon for a makeover?

I don't see how that could ever really happen, it's not like I can just forward this email to your family, friends, and co workers right?

And its not like I have an appointment tomorrow for a haircut and manicure, right?

And its not like you have the next two weeks off where you could be my new girlfriend, and go shopping with me, and maybe hit a bar or two, right?

Hmmmm...............