Anastasia's Life
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"Hey everybody I'm back. The first three chapters are Autobiographical. After that however I started to mix reality, fantasy, and just some good fiction. I included the first three chapters that I submitted almost a year ago. I thank everyone for all the wonderful comments and encouragement to come back and write some more so please enjoy the story from the start. I hope to continue this series. It will primarily be whether or not the response is good or not. If you don't enjoy please let me know also, as this will tell me if I need to continue to write or not.
Love to all, Anna"
*Chapter 1: Humbling Beginnings*
My story starts where most every crossdresser's story starts. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child was dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbie's, the whole nine yards.
I had mostly girl cousins around me and instead of playing with my toys or my brother's toys I would always seem to choose the girl's toys. My mother has several pictures of me dressed from head to toe as a little girl. Pretty dresses, shoes, make-up, hats, and of course my hair all nice and curly. They thought it was cute and adorable as a small child. As I got older I quickly realized it wasn't considered cute any more and in fact there was something wrong with any boy who dressed as a little girl and boys just don't do that. These types of comments were commonplace.
A boy is expected to be a boy and girls are supposed to do girl things and that was that. Many times the comments went something like this... you don't want to do that it's a girly thing or stop that you're a boy... So needless to say my dress up days ended around the time of age 10. I only got away with it for that long by pretending I really wasn't having a good time and my cousins thinking they were getting over on me.
Little do they know how much I cherish those times in my life? My dressing and makeup parties were then resigned to raiding my mother's closets when they would be out for extended periods of time. I would sneak into her closet and raid her lipsticks and nail polishes for a brief thrill. Several times I was almost caught. It was about the age of twelve when I first realized I could go out and pass on Halloween as a girl.
I went to several parties as a girl and everyone just thought it was a blast how "cute" I was. This wonderful realization would be short lived as the hormones namely testosterone kicked my male development into high gear. I was soon developing into a man's man. This development was only on the outside. On the inside I was still a very feminine person.
The upside is I was turning into a fine looking young man the downside however is my possibility of ever truly passing was becoming evident. Genetically I was split with my parents. Got my masculine features from my father's side and my facial features however was very much my mother's. So when made up my face was still very pretty. Genetics really suck! They can be such a cruel joke indeed on some very confused children.
Needless to say my fantasy quickly became just that, Fantasies.
Occasional make up sessions as I quickly surpassed my mother's clothing and then had none to try on any more. And as I got older I was too embarrassed to go out and purchase my own for fear of discovery. Anything Deviant from the typical hetero lifestyle was not an Acceptable behavior and serious repercussions could occur from an alternative lifestyle. Like DEATH!
For all intensive purposes my desires came to a screeching halt with the exception of constant masturbation fantasies.
My cross-dressing resurfaced believe it or not after I got married. Let's fast-forward a few years to age 21.We had a few too many beers and my wife was very horny. She pulled her cosmetics case out and brought it to the living room and told me she wanted to try something she had wanted to do for some time. I just figured she bought some new lipstick or something and paid her no mind. That's when she grabbed a hold of my face and turned it to her and told me to make my lips like I was going to kiss her. I of course put on the macho man front and told her she wasn't going to put that stuff on me. She then told me if I let her do this I would be rewarded in a big way!
So I pretended to not be excited about this opportunity. She carefully applied some lipstick and put on some eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. Then a little rouges and even went as far as painting my nails. I was hard as a rock!
Little did she know I was as excited as a schoolgirl with a crush. She was amazed at how pretty my face was. She told me it was a real shame that such a pretty face was on such a manly body. You see I am 6'1" and weigh about 270 lbs. Yes from an outward appearance I am all man.
That is when she glanced down at my shorts and noticed the pop tent that was now there. A very sly and devious grin came over her face. She said I see you like what I have done to you as well. How could I dent it now?
My body had betrayed me and showed the obvious excitement. She then started a barrage of questions and pressure about my fantasies. My face went scarlet red as I was thinking of my childhood and all the times I masturbated over just such thoughts. Renee is now volunteering stuff as I am simply stalling till I can come up with something other than the truth. As her enthusiasm was building and she was assuming she was right all the time I took a chance and figured I had nothing to lose.
I am sitting here all dolled up and my wife is having a big old time from it. I went for broke and told her my life long desires. About my childhood and the events that led to this day and the true reason for the wet stain now growing from pre-cum in my shorts.
She told me she was excited as this was going to open so many doors for us. I really wasn't sure what she was getting at but to know the woman I loved was as excited about dressing me, as I was to be dressed was more than I could ever hope for!
Little did I know my fantasy unlocked a fantasy of hers she had for a long time to dominant her man. She wanted to use me as her sex toy and totally control certain aspects in the bedroom. I would not find this out for another week. That night before the makeup came off we had some of the best sex I had ever had up to that point. I thought I was going to explode that night.
Both of our faces made up, lipsticks smearing together sliding over one another effortlessly. The slight smell of perfume that cosmetics have was utterly intoxicating as that scent filled my nasal cavity. She had never been so wet before either. She was literally dripping wet. She said it felt as though she was making love to a woman with a strap on, and she liked it!
This was the start of a very incredible journey that has lasted 12 glorious years so far. She also told me that night that she was already making plans in her head for next week.
*Chapter 2: Anastasia Learns to Submit*
I was getting very anxious for the next week to arrive. Thoughts were rampant through my head as to what my wife might have cooked up in her devious mind. I know she had shared at least fifty to seventy five different scenarios when trying to guess my fantasies, but nothing would prepare me for what I was about to experience. I had never been dominated before. So we were getting ready to get into uncharted territory. She would very much be in control from now on. Little did I realize just how much she would relish this dominant role?
Before this night in question would be over she would have enough evidence to destroy my life. At least put me in so much shame that I would loose my job and probably have to move to another part of the country. I got home that Friday she was not home from work yet which was unusual for her. She normally always beat me home.
I went upstairs to shower and on the bed there was a note that said, "You are my BITCH! If you don't follow these instructions to the letter a copy of last weekends little pretty up session, which was caught beautifully on tape, will be sent to your friends, family, and I am sure your work would love to see what a little sissy they have hired."
She had explicit directions for me to be hairless from head to toe minus my locks of course. I was to have my face made up on my own and my nails would be polished with at least two coats fingers and toes. I was to have all this done by 5:30. She had some errands to finish and expected me to be naked and ready for her arrival in the living room.
It was now 4:35 and without the luxury of practice I was afraid it would take me forever to do my makeup. It had been years since I had done it. I ran to the shower in a panic trying my best to be hairless. Needless to say I hacked myself quite a few times in the process. I slathered down in baby oil after the shower to try to get my skin a little smoother. I applied the nail polish as quickly as I could. You can only go so fast with polish it must dry you know between coats. So by the time I started on my makeup I had my foundation done, applied my lip liner and lipstick, I had some rouges in place, and was starting on my eyes when I heard her car come in the drive.
She bounded up the stairs and into the bathroom. I saw the look on her face and she was pissed! I smiled and tried to lighten the mood a little but to no avail.
Renee screamed, "BITCH! What did I tell you in the letter? What did I tell you I wanted done before I got home?" I tried to stammer something out. I had never seen her so livid before. She told me if being a female is what I wanted being a female was what I would get. We weren't playing dress up she was going to indoctrinate me into the feminine world. She had too many years to make up for and I wasn't helping her by being so uncooperative. She was dead serious.
It blew my mind all this emotion. I had never seen my wife like this before.
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