Closet tranny is mental state and I satisfy my sexual needs with lots of guys I know and meet at bars in Atlanta. I am a closet tranny. I work as a clerk in Atlanta and keep my sexual life to a small group of guys that I have met. I live in a gated condo complex in Buckhead. It is far better than the condo I sold a few months ago in a high rise. I now have a three story home with a garage in the bottom. I can drive home and pull straight into my garage without leaving my car. No one sees me when I come home late at night and I have the privacy I have alawys wanted.
I made great money on my last condo and before I moved into this one I had part of the garage area finished with a bedroom, full bathroom and a small sitting area. Here I can entertain friends and they actually are never in the main part of my home.
It seemed to me years ago that a few people that work at the complex are the ones to be friends with. The lawn service crew and the maintance guys I know them and they know me.
They will help me get things done that otherwise it would be costly and invade my privacy. The the tradeoff is that they sometimes desire to take liberties with me that I normally would not do. I do not spend money with them getting things done. I do have sex with them and that is ok. It works for me. Low cost I guess you would say and mutually enjoyable.
I wear female clothing under my regular clothes all the time. Once I am home I change and live my life as a female.
Eating hormones to enlarge my breasts and love anal sex. Bareback is the only way. Make love to me and squirt your semen as deep in me as you can. I love to suck cocks and get laid. Is there any other way?
Any occasional good spanking gets me back in line and I submit and go on about life. I know I need to be spanked every month or so when I get a bad attitude. I have a couple different friends that are more than willing to get me back in line. Most all the other time in my life I do what i need to do and enjoy life. Life is good and I am good to many guys that I know. They bring me new clothes all the time and cook for me and then I thank them in a way that they enjoy.
I am the closettranny.
I had always enjoyed the feeling of female clothing. So soft and different and just wasn't the normal attire. The mere touch of the silky clothing aways got me aroused. Moving out of the house into my apartment I gathered female clothing and began to where it.
Searching websites to determine size conversions was a challenge but I found a good one. I bought a tape and measured myself how females do.
I looked at magazines that I received in the mail and knew what I wanted.
The big day across town at Walmart at about 11PM. Odds are I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. Pushing my buggy I walked near the womens clothing. It was time and I turned the buggy and went for it.
I picked out a pretty bra and then panties. A long slip and a half slip. Correct hose. Panty hose and later thigh highs.
A long silky feeling dress and a few skirts. Buying shoes was always difficult so I ended up with flats. I spent an hour at the Walmart across town late that Friday night. Taking all my new clothes out of the store and sitting in my car. I dumped most of it on my passenger seat and ran my hands through it all. My cock was so hard it was so exciting.
I looked around and wanted to put the clothes on but I was just afraid I'd get caught so I headed home.
On my way home I stopped at a CVS drugstore and bought a large bottle of personal lubricant.
A few miles from home I stopped for a couple drinks to loosen up. I sat at the bar and watched all the guys and girls drinking and laughing. I was preparing for a great night dressed as a female. I watched the women sitting and how they walked and crossed they legs. I had been watching and learning for a long time. I drank three drinks and as the liquor began to take its effect on me I knew it was time to leave.
Paid my tab and drove the last three miles home.
Inside my apartment I turned the music on and took a shower. Wrapping a towel around myself as if I had large boobs I had begun the mental change. I drifted into the kitchen and made myself one strong drink. I sipped it as I sat on the edge of my bed and grabbed my panties. Pulling the small bikini style panties up and figuring that I had to push my erect cock down between my legs.
Rolling over I poured some lubricant on my fingers and then got the crack of my shaved bottom wet. I made sure I applied lots. I pulled my panties back up and sat once again at the edge of the bed. I took the panty hose and rolled the leg up and pointed toes out and pulled the hose over my toes. I pulled the hose up my leg a little bit then did the same to my other foot.
I stood up and pulled them up my legs then thighs and high over my bottom. They felt so good.
I took the bra and opened it and snapped it around my stomach and slid it around in place I my chest. I had taken sandwich bags of rice and filled them and I stuffed them each in my bra cup. It felt so good.
I then took a half slip and put it on and then a pleated skirt. I loved that skirt.
I put on my flats and finished my drink and I was done.
My cock leaked in my panties and I was so hard.
I stood up and looked in the mirror and I looked like a fool but it didn't matter to me.
I walked into the kitchen and made myself another drink.
Leaning against the counter I set my drink on a table and opened a drawer and took out a long plastic mixing spoon. I leaned over the counter and I used that spoon to spank my own bottom for five minutes. I stopped only when my bottom began to throb. I had spanked myself maybe too many times but it was OK I needed it. This was a great night. I took out a bottle of oil and poured some into my panties in front and played with my hard cock with my hand on the outside of my clothes until I had an orgasm.
I icky mess in my panties but I didn't care it was a strong orgasm and it felt great.
I went to bed in my wet outfit and that was the beginning.
Ten years ago.