Slim blonde transvestite wants to meet rough men- part five by Felicity. 1 Comment 0 Likes This is another of my older stories previously published under my Slim Blonde Feliciy series of titles in 2011 Hopefully some of you will have read my earlier stories- though my student days are under another title. I have felt that I should have been a girl since I was very young. Obviously I did not know about sex back then, but I was naturally submissive and liked dressing up in my sisters clothes and undies. I stopped taking hormones back in 2004, even though I liked the way I looked. I had a lot of personal reasons for stopping. But now I am on my own, the need to dress is reasserting itself. I have no idea why I like being beaten and groped by nasty men, though I am aware of things that happened to me as a result of being seen out dressed as a late teenager at university- see fucked in my new white satin fronted panty girdle because it really happened. I have to admit that I do not like being fucked or sucking strange men’s cocks, but I like looking well dressed, including pretty satin undies. I feel very vulnerable when men pull my tight skirt and slip up- I always wear tailored skirt suits, expensive lingerie, make up, high heels and stockings. Most of my stories, except the earlier ones, are not that exciting, though I do put myself at risk. Recently I had to travel on business to a not quite northern city. Talking to a dirty-minded man at the hotel bar, he said he was going to an adult cinema in a dirty back street. I had satin undies and stockings on under my suit and my body felt very excited as he told me more about the place. He said the men who went there were a bit seedy and it was dangerous to take your wife there unless you were prepared for men to feel her up, ‘ or worse.’ He said the men who went there were rough, desperate, unemployed, in need of sexual pleasure and a lot of time in the gloom watching not very good films about dogging, involving pretty east European girls Hormones have made my bald sex even smaller, but it still tingles nicely, along with my balls, when I am aroused. So I found out the opening times and went to see how easy it was to walk there, dressed and on high heels. It was a way, but walking was all part of the excitement and I found the one way system difficult. And so the following evening I came in about 4 PM and went straight to the shower. I am slightly built. Size 10, with shapely hairless legs- my whole body is hairless, apart from my crop of blonde hair. I applied a lot of body lotion, and perfume to my intimate places and slim long neck. My thighs are slender and when I push my balls up in front of my pubic bone and tape my little dick back with an upside down sanitary towel. It really sets of my 32b boobs and big nipples. I always had a girlie waist, but is amazing how hormones have accentuated that again- I recently started taking hormones again from the supply back from 2004 I have loads of expensive lace and satin lingerie, but I had bough a new blackbody shaper which was also something of a pretty corsolet, with shimmering front panel and cups that really made the most of my big nippled little tits. It pulled really tight between my legs, showing a pretty female shape, even with my thighs together, my feminine mound was clearly defined. The constraint hurt me a little, but I need pain and humiliation. Next I put on a matching deep satin and lace black suspender belt, pulled up my new silk seamed stockings and fixed them to the suspender buttons before carefully smoothing out the little darts of ribbon. I took great care with my foundation, powder and blusher. Dark eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara made the most of my big blue eyes. It was now time for chunky gold and silver earrings and a little silver necklace. On went my full length black satin and lace fitted full slip- a present from a black male admirer in the 1980s, then tight Peruna, fully lined tight knee lengths skirt and tailored Royal Yves St Laurent fitted jacket. The line of black and gold buttons down the front of my jacket made me look spoiled, expensive, prim and proper. I pulled my skirt up to straighten my slip down and realised I had forgotten to put on a pair of high cut lace trimmed French knickers. I did so now and loved the way they hugged my feminine crotch space Though my sex was squashed grille flat, I could feel it tingly. Twirling in the mirror, I knew my bottom looked great. So I tied a shimmering dark blue and gold evening scarf loosely around my swan like neck. Put on a long black lady’s overcoat and fur trimmed velvet gloves. With its fur collar snugly around my neck, handbag clutched in to my waist, I took a deep breath and left my hotel room. I have passed before, but I was careful to keep my head bowed, looking coy, I walked the only way a refined lady can in black high heel shoes and tight skirt. It took me ages to get there, but none seemed to notice my little teetering self as anything other than a woman. There looked to be a lot of dangerous nightlife. I was frightened and excited when I got to the blank white painted big shop door. It carried a message that persons passing through this door might be offended. A small runnel of tension curled excitingly in my stomach as I pushed open the heavy door and looked up the steps to the hard-bitten Brummie who was running the place. A customer looked me up and down as the shopkeeper said: ‘Hello, how are you/’ ‘Fine’ I stuttered in a soft girly voice. Are you here for the cinema, he asked gruffly, with a semblance of a smile that did not involve his narrowed eyes? ‘ ‘Is it your first time?’ He asked. ‘Yes,’ I said as he handed me a ticket to come back in if I went outside. I know this is a long preamble, but if anyone is going to enjoy the titillating things that happened to me on my next two visits, then I will write about them If anyone saw my show on either day, perhaps they could write a response.