As a married cross dresser my alter ego “Auntiedolly” has to spend most of her time in the closet. If I do get a chance to indulge, I often have a few days’ notice so that I can inform my friends here at lovely sex.video and my contacts on MS Teams (replacement for Skype but not as good in my opinion) As soon as my darling wife is out of the door I’m straight in to phase one which is a long hot shower. I shampoo and lather all over paying special attention to my personal parts of course. I also use a douche inside my bottom in case I want to use any toys; nobody wants a mess while they’re playi… Read more

My first time with another cross-dresser. A true story. Until the advent of the internet it was a lonely existence being a cross dresser but all that changed of course and sites like sex.video allowed us sissy dressers to contact each other. It was a complete revelation to me how many of us there were and corresponding with others like myself was wonderful. I also started meeting up on line through Skype and found the experience glorious. To actually see and talk to other transvestites was very liberating but I had yet to meet up “in the flesh” with another CD dressed Au Femme. Well, one day… Read more

My first cock. I was always interested in cross dressing as a lad but it never occurred to me that I might be sexually attracted to boys. I just liked wearing knickers, stockings, bras and dresses whenever I could. I used to borrow my sisters knickers and often wore them under my boy clothes, even when I was a school sometimes. I used to get bullied quite a lot at school as a lot of kids did in the 60s and one thing the bullies like to do was pull your trousers down to humiliate you. I suppose these days it would be called sexual abuse but back then it was just part of growing up. This partic… Read more

Why I’m Auntiedolly My journey in cross - dressing. It started when I realised that my older sister’s knickers were so much prettier than my boring underpants so I thought I’d wear hers instead. My mother quickly that this was wrong of course but I really couldn’t see why so I used to borrow them whenever I could. This went on for some time until my elder cousin came to stay one summer. She was 17 and wore bras, suspenders and stockings which I lost no time in trying on by raiding the laundry basket. I remember my mother wondering why I was so long in the bathroom. With me well on the way to… Read more