Even as a child my favorite character from the Disney film The Rescuers was Madame Medusa. She ran her own business in the big city and wore sleazy clothes. And she had a trio of male followers, two crocodiles and Mr. Snoops. Of course, being a Disney movie, this woman had to be made EVIL. But I liked the role. When neighborhood kids and I would act out the movie in play, I always wanted to be mean, bad Madame Medusa. Anybody wanna play?
Recently I enjoyed acting out a slave’s fantasy:
He was transformed into a girl and sent to live in a boarding school.
There, a stronger girl, a mean and sadistic girl, humiliates and torments him and makes him into her little bitch.
And all the other girls knew it.
Ever since I was a teenager I’ve harbored a little fantasy of having a cross-dressing boyfriend. I think the idea was unwittingly put into my head by an older guy I briefly dated. One night while goofing around in my room, he put on a pair of my blue stretch pants and my oversized Wizard of Oz night shirt, and we went to a party and made everybody laugh. But I never forgot the excited feeling I had as we rummaged through my drawers looking for things of mine that would fit him.
The picture here (taken from Adam to Eve), represents the kind of cross-dressing guy that attracts me. He is very obviously male (mmm, look at those arms), but just happens to be tastefully dressed and made-up to look like what we traditionally consider a “woman.” I feel the same way about this guy.
I can’t understand women who would be horrified at the thought of finding their man’s secret stash of girly dress-up things. I think it would be awesome to have a boyfriend open-minded enough to experience how it feels to dress up and move around in the objectified manner we ladies are expected to.
Even better if he wouldn’t mind being my obedient little dress-up doll from time to time.
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