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Luna’s Tail ~ 1 (Edited.....sheez sorry about that!~BL) Breathless from panting, Luna yanked the earbuds from her audio orifices with a pop and wry grin. Bent over the pillows across the breadth of the silent non-squeaking bed, she could feel the tip of her clittie recede from her asspussy. The computer screen flashed pornographic hypnotic transistion images inches from her eyes. Luna pushed her hips hard upon the pillows inadvertently, yearning for the feeling of hard cock. Freshly re-impaled, her clitlette pushed into the wet leaking hole for a last jab, releasing the final weak… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: The final chapter...evolving this blog into TALES OF TRANSITION. Hello, my name is Brianna Luid --- formerly a closeted crossdresser living on the eastern edge of the High Plains and now a MtF transgendered person living in Kansas City. What a difference a year makes in one’s perspective. Plus a BIG apology to both of my faithful readers of this blog, who patiently waited for this, the final installment. Another big apology is due to my good friends and sisters on sissysocial too, as will be explained a bit further in this piece. To be honest, I’ve started this part… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Solstice 2018 A very happy, joyous and hopefully sex-filled Summer Solstice to all my X-hamster and sissysocial friends, sisters and both faithful readers of the blog! May the goddess shine her face upon your path. Being a “born-again” pagan, I try to respect the ancient holidays of my ancestors (as I can decipher or understand them from my bad research) and not to my surprise, I have discovered the strength of responding to that natural rhythm. Last night, on Mid-Summer’s Night Eve as I was gliding my bicycle down a tree-lined darkened path lit with fireflies,… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Traveling a new path Hello, I am your humble narrator Brianna Luid. For now, at least, I am a crossdresser living in the center of the Bible-belt USA. I cannot, nor will not, apologize for abandoning this blog for the past year, just as it seemed to start to “take off”. Two things made me come to the decision to put the blog on hiatus. First, I turned almost all my attention to the care and nurturing of my 31-year love of my life as she succumbed to cancer. In fact, I quit my job and career to care for her properly. I was lucky to be able to do this and I have no re… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Yule 2016 I am warm, soft and toasty this morning in my thong, silk panties, leggings, under shirt and fleece-lined thermals as a top layer. even as a skim of fresh snow blankets the prairie with single digit temperatures and harsh northern winds. I added my new leopard-print skirt and earrings too. I love how soft, soft, soft the women's undergarments are on my skin and how light and comfortable they are compared to bulky and thick hated-bois garments. I love the earings getting cold and laying on my skin as I move. I love how may long hair flows in the wind.… Läs mer

Helloo both of you dear and faithful readers please don’t faint that I found time to update the blog ~ I’m not responsible for ant cardiac arrests either ~ Now that the disclaimer is covered we can continue: I use a lot of “tools” in my crossdressing life to satisfy my inner gurl and feel pretty during the course of the day. It sort of keeps my gurl mind in check so I can concentrate on the work if you understand my meaning. And WHO doesn’t LOVE fall?? All those soft, warm leggings, chemises, panties, thermals (and sometimes) bras that can be worn beneath one’s hated bo… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Gurly thoughts As stated in the past few blogs, my opportunities for dressing in the past year have been complicated by life. However, I DID get two, separate hour-long respites last weekend. YAY!!! I saw the window opening late last Saturday afternoon when my mate decided to go to town and our adopted daughter was working. I had my black all-purpose mini-skirt in a spot where I could get to it quickly and slipped it over my pink thong (I wear thongs 24/7 and have for two years.) I quickly found a pink lacy chemise and donned it too. WONDERFU… Läs mer

I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted on this blog, but life often has a way of upsetting one’s priorities…. First and foremost, was the huge amount of time and energy I expended upon my mate’s recovery from her cancer surgeries and chemo. We finished chemo in April (during one of the busiest times of the year for me in my work). So far, all the tests have been good and of this writing, she is expected to make a full recovery. Secondly, I lost the hard drive to my desktop computer at the start of March and just recently have acquired a lappy to “pull us through” until repairs… Läs mer

Apologies to all for not updating these blogs (ok, yes I use the same story on both sites) but my mate was diagnosed with stomach cancer; three-major-operations-in-a-4-week-time-span later our life schedules and lifestyles have dramatically changed. So instead of having several quick “gurl mornings” each week, I’ve only been able to dress a couple of times since my mate has been home --- recovering from the operations and now taking chemo twice a month. I do my daily gurl stuff of course --- nails, hair, sexy thong, cute gurl sox beneath my black ones when dressed in hated boi-clothe… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Big Gurls No readers, please do not go into cardiac arrest at this, my second blog post within a week --- I’ve just had a lot of time to think as I tend to my significant other. Yes, I concur that my having the time to think could be construed as dangerous…. Hmmm upon THAT subject, I am hoping that one of you will warn me if I begin some rant about raising an intersexed army for the sole purposes of total world domination… Hi! My name is Brianna and I am a big gurl… Often I think that is how I should start my discussions about size when I am i… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Caitlyn and Cancer Well gurls, (and interested boys....I DO have at least one alpha male reader btw) my significant other, my lovely bride, has stomach cancer and is currently a level 3 patient so my energies have obviously been focused there instead of this blog. Thanks to all, for your kind prayers, thoughts and words. It means a lot. But, as you can imagine, as a gurl in the closet who typically dresses when my s/o is at work, this has seriously cut into my gurl time. Here I want to make it clear that my s/o is much, much more importan… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: SCOTUS, Caitlyn, Kristy and Stonewall The red cloudless sunrise promised a good weather day for the local wheat harvest, hot and sunny. But the morning air was decidedly cool, almost chilly through the sheer fabric of my pink, short fuck-me-please chemise and my swollen nipples hardened and jutted through the lace. It had been a furious couple of weeks and on the anniversary of the 1969 Stonewall riots -- a point in time that most historians use as the beginning of the gay rights movement -- I found myself enjoying a full gurl day and contemplating the ev… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Thank you Caitlyn About nine years ago, my body began to break down due to the years of physical abuse of working manual labor jobs and construction. My knee, which had first been injured playing football finally gave up and when I went to see the kindly sawbones, he looked me in the eyes and said “Your days of being a human forklift are over.” He sent me to a specialist and an operation was scheduled. My daughters had been given a second-hand computer by a member of my family and we got the cheapest dial-up connection available in our rural area. My el… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: May Days What is it about the month of May that seems to awaken and bloom the gurl within? Could it be the soft cool nights, begging me to slip on a lil négligée in the dark and practice my gurl walk beneath the glittering stars? The gentleness I see with both new mothers and mothers sending their offspring out into the world? Or is the the colors of Mother Nature herself, in both the wildflowers, storms and sunsets that set May apart as a month of feminine beauty? I don’t know. But this May’s beauty seemed to have really touched my inner gurl. An… Läs mer

‘Tis a soft, chill night here on the eastern edge of the steppes of the Rockies and I’m enjoying waltzing about out-of-doors on smoke breaks, wearing my panties (ok, a nice g-string type thong beneath my boi-panties...STILL counts right?) and a large pink t-shirt that barely covers my ass as I practice my gurl-walk in the depths of the night. My nipples jut almost through the thread-bare garment in the chill of the night and my boobs seem to swell as they bounce while gurl walking. I won’t get to dress tomorrow, or maybe for a few days, so taking this late night time to let… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Spring OOOOooo the coming of spring always brings out the cute, airy sundresses and I’m dying to find one this season. Okies..yes, I’m trying to change the subject here --- that subject being my first f2f meeting. The financial gods lined up against it and I discovered that I couldn’t afford the motel room for 3 days like I had planned. I had more bad luck as all the bank officers were gone the day I realized it, so I was out of luck. So I had to write that lovely young man an apologetic email. Or maybe that sweet young man was lucky…. he’… Läs mer

Tales of a Crossdresser: The corset O my goddess, I can’t believe that over a month has screamed by and I’ve not made an entry on this blog….so much has happened and my “gurl-writing-time” always seems to take a back seat to other priorities. So, I am chatting with a wonderful friend on here and we are thinking about meeting. Originally, I WAS sort of thinking about a late May date, but his new schedule has forced me to move the time-table to like two weeks away. I’ll be honest, I am sooo excited and scared about this meet gurls. I had hoped to be able to shed a lot of weight,… Läs mer

Tales of a Crossdresser: Leelah Alcorn's suicide I had planned this entry to be about the little things that I do daily to appease the gurl within me, until I learned of the Dec. 18 suicide of Leelah Josh Alcorn, (her signature on her suicide note) in Kings Mill Ohio. Like most gurls, I also struggle with the black fog of depression and angst. For me, I suspect that a huge part of it has to do with being "closeted", knowing that in the scheme of things I'll probably never fully transition, due to my age and family commitments. I distinctly remember at about 15-years of age a… Läs mer

TALES OF A CROSSDRESSER: Solstice 2014 Well here I am sitting at my improved computer with improved connection, cum leaking out of my boi-pussy from a quickie morning session of fucking myself with my own cockette to apologize to all six of my readers for the hiatus. It took a while to get everything synced so sorry about the delay. Okay I am also doing my nails in anticipation of today’s XXX-Mas photo-shoot too and typing is a good way to dry them. Wearing my fave “workabout” chemise and a now sopping thong, I put on my gloves to set up the quick indoor studio reflecting as I… Läs mer

Tales of a Crossdresser: Dressed in Public I used the clicking of my heels on the neon-lit sidewalk to keep time with the mantra I was chanting in my head, “Point the toe, heel first, straight line, swing the hip…” as I turned the corner of the alley where I had parked the car and onto the crowded Kansas City Halloween sidewalk. Ok, maybe not really crowded yet, but I kept my eyes straight ahead as aimed for the door of the nightclub. I think I was at work when I realized that I would need a motel room for an overnight stay in Eastern Kansas on Halloween. I als… Läs mer