Brief Summary of Past Six Months
Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 9:11 am
In an effort to understand my rapidly changing emotions I began writing other girls like myself on the filter post, men and bras, learning even though I had a little different situation than most, I was not alone and they provided a solid friendship as I tried to sort through these conflicting feelings. It wasn’t long after I began posting messages Barbara, my SO, discovered the web site through my Internet history and began reading these posts and determined from the experiences I had written about I was using Elizabeth Ann as my feminine sobriquet. She began by occasionally, playfully calling me Elizabeth Ann or referring to me in the feminine gender; at first she did this in private but it’s something she now does exclusively.
Several months after she first strapped me in a bra, Barbara began buying women’s panties for me to wear, telling me they were a lot nicer than my male briefs. At this time I had more difficulty justifying this in my mind than wearing a bra. At least I had breast, therefore a bra was necessary for support and comfort, and there was no real reason to wear panties. She just said, “Elizabeth, you’ve been wearing a bra, and now I want you to start wearing panties.” As much as I wanted to object, I found myself unable to tell her no; and she has been having me wear women’s panties ever since.
One evening a month later as we were sharing a hot tub and a bottle of wine she began shaving my legs and once again my protest were weak and perfunctory, which turned to passive acceptance, and then I became a slightly more willing participant. Being a little flush from the wine we both got carried away and performed a much too close bikini trim, which left me, in Barbara’s words looking very pre-adolescent or pre-puberty, but at least I had no nicks or cuts but feeling lots of shame as another vestige of my manhood swirled down the drain. Later that same evening I dressed in a new pink bra and panty outfit she’d bought for me to commemorate the events of that evening as she began polishing my toes with a matching pink polish. She had me remain dressed exactly like that for most of the weekend. The most humbling experience I’ve experienced during this training process is having my SO watch me redress in my bra and panties and remain dressed in that manner immediately after being intimate with her.
I doubt either one of us realized the journey we were headed once I agreed to wear a bra last April. Using very little more than love, encouragement, and most of all seduction she has nurtured my submissive nature until I have learned obedience and humility and now feel very little of the false masculine pride I had only six months ago making it a lot easier for me to experience Elizabeth Ann’s emotions. In other words, how can it be wrong? My SO has encouraged this behavior, maybe wearing a bra is necessary, but she put me in women’s panties, calls me Elizabeth, insists I keep my legs and underarms bare of all unwanted hair and I know she has enjoyed this experience a lot more than I have, which leaves me to freely explore my feminine nature if I desire.
I have a few more confessions I wish to share with you and probably will share with you in the near future, but I must run now. I hope I’m not boring you, sometimes I just feel the need to talk with other girls and I can get long winded – perhaps a feminine trait?
Elizabeth Ann
Several months after she first strapped me in a bra, Barbara began buying women’s panties for me to wear, telling me they were a lot nicer than my male briefs. At this time I had more difficulty justifying this in my mind than wearing a bra. At least I had breast, therefore a bra was necessary for support and comfort, and there was no real reason to wear panties. She just said, “Elizabeth, you’ve been wearing a bra, and now I want you to start wearing panties.” As much as I wanted to object, I found myself unable to tell her no; and she has been having me wear women’s panties ever since.
One evening a month later as we were sharing a hot tub and a bottle of wine she began shaving my legs and once again my protest were weak and perfunctory, which turned to passive acceptance, and then I became a slightly more willing participant. Being a little flush from the wine we both got carried away and performed a much too close bikini trim, which left me, in Barbara’s words looking very pre-adolescent or pre-puberty, but at least I had no nicks or cuts but feeling lots of shame as another vestige of my manhood swirled down the drain. Later that same evening I dressed in a new pink bra and panty outfit she’d bought for me to commemorate the events of that evening as she began polishing my toes with a matching pink polish. She had me remain dressed exactly like that for most of the weekend. The most humbling experience I’ve experienced during this training process is having my SO watch me redress in my bra and panties and remain dressed in that manner immediately after being intimate with her.
I doubt either one of us realized the journey we were headed once I agreed to wear a bra last April. Using very little more than love, encouragement, and most of all seduction she has nurtured my submissive nature until I have learned obedience and humility and now feel very little of the false masculine pride I had only six months ago making it a lot easier for me to experience Elizabeth Ann’s emotions. In other words, how can it be wrong? My SO has encouraged this behavior, maybe wearing a bra is necessary, but she put me in women’s panties, calls me Elizabeth, insists I keep my legs and underarms bare of all unwanted hair and I know she has enjoyed this experience a lot more than I have, which leaves me to freely explore my feminine nature if I desire.
I have a few more confessions I wish to share with you and probably will share with you in the near future, but I must run now. I hope I’m not boring you, sometimes I just feel the need to talk with other girls and I can get long winded – perhaps a feminine trait?
Elizabeth Ann