The Days of Being a Feminized Man
Written by Rikki:
Faggot? A detrimental term used by some uninformed and socially intimidated individuals to explain what they see but don't understand. A feminized man must be a fag, or gay, or some sort of a pervert, right? Why else would he go out in public dressed like he does? Surely it's not to attract girls.
To me the terms "fag" or "faggot" can also be a very interesting term. One that is humiliating and demeaning to hear, but exciting to a submissive man that wants the public to think he is a swishy gay or bi man, but he really isn't. He doesn't want the intimate contact with another man, just to use and confuse the man's curiosity for a while. Just wants to be admired for the feminine male look he is presenting. He has girlfriends or even a wife and this is not who he really is, it's just part of his feminized submissive fantasies, and he is amazed at the types of people that approach him when he is out in public in his feminized state.
I lived in a large city and one evening I was in an adult bookstore in the gay section. I was dressed in a feminized male manner. Wearing a pair of low cut, white capri jeans. The jeans fit me very tightly, exposing my hips much like the old hip hugger styles and showing all the contours of my thighs to just below the knee. It also showed the contours of my crotch. My shaved lower legs and calves are sexily exposed.
I was also wearing a brightly flowered yellow tube top that exposed my stomach and lower back areas. A small dangling gold ornament hung from my pierced belly button. This was one of those very small elements that made a huge statement.
My feet were in a pair of 3" cork wedge women's shoes with 1" platforms. The strap across the top of my foot was yellow matching my tube top and my toenails glamorously painted red and boldly on display for the public to be shocked and or amused.
My fingernails were all uniform and just passed the ends of my fingertips in length. They were also painted bright cherry red. and gold bangle bracelets adorned each of my wrist. I wanted to be noticed.
I was wearing a pancake base for makeup. Lighter than your real skin tone and well blended with a makeup brush. I was wearing a little mascara on my lashes as well as eyeliner. Two diamond studs in each ear and a thin leather spike collar around my neck to let people know I was a bit kinky and submissive in nature.
The crowning glory of my look was that I was wearing 1" brush curlers in my hair. Traditional block set with tight straight rows of curlers and pins perfectly placed to form straight lines. I had wet my hair with an excessive amount of hairspray just before entering the store so it had a fresh wet look.
I was thumbing through magazines in the gay and cross dressing magazine sections and browsing the DVD's. I could feel people looking my way, mostly men as they entered the store and the ones that continued to glance my way while they are browsing.
There were two men in the gay section looking through the magazines then a middle aged man approached the section of the store I was browsing. I knew this would happen as I was dressed so provocatively, but I had no idea what he might say. Would he want to hit on this feminized image he saw, or would he want to hit this image? Men are so unpredictable when it comes to another guy "fagging" in public.
"Hey there fella," he said getting my attention.
"Hello," I said softly looking up at him with my big painted eyes but keeping my head submissively bowed. I wasn't sure of his intent yet but the store did have a bouncer that also worked the strip club that was attached next door, so I felt safe enough.
"I like your hair," he said smiling and looking at the curlers in my hair.
"Oh, well thank you very much," I said meekly accepting his compliment knowing now he is a hair fetishist. He probably had a hard dick already just from looking at me. I glanced at his crotch as my eyes went back to the magazine I was thumbing through. Nothing was outwardly visible.
He looked me up and down from head to toe taking in all the feminine aspects of my appearance. He noticed I was holding a gay oral sex magazine.
"What are you reading?" he ask.
"Oh nothing really. I was just browsing the section to see what was new."
"I see. Could I interest you in what is playing in the theater next door? My treat," he said staring at me and smiling hopefully.
"Wow, that was quick. He is really hitting on me hard," I thought to myself. "I'm not stupid, he wants me on my knees between his legs while he watches the film."
"Oh thank you so much for the offer, but I am expecting someone. I'm just killing some time till he gets here."
"You have a boyfriend or is he just a date for the evening?" the guy asked as if I was working this evening and might be available at a later time or date.
"Oh no, he's my boyfriend," I said knowing better than to let this conversation go much further.
"You two have a good evening," he smiled then turned back to me, "You're really hot by the way," he said with complimentary smile.
"Thank you," I said smiling back at him for a moment then turning my attention back to the magazine racks.
Written by Rikki:
Faggot? A detrimental term used by some uninformed and socially intimidated individuals to explain what they see but don't understand. A feminized man must be a fag, or gay, or some sort of a pervert, right? Why else would he go out in public dressed like he does? Surely it's not to attract girls.
To me the terms "fag" or "faggot" can also be a very interesting term. One that is humiliating and demeaning to hear, but exciting to a submissive man that wants the public to think he is a swishy gay or bi man, but he really isn't. He doesn't want the intimate contact with another man, just to use and confuse the man's curiosity for a while. Just wants to be admired for the feminine male look he is presenting. He has girlfriends or even a wife and this is not who he really is, it's just part of his feminized submissive fantasies, and he is amazed at the types of people that approach him when he is out in public in his feminized state.
I lived in a large city and one evening I was in an adult bookstore in the gay section. I was dressed in a feminized male manner. Wearing a pair of low cut, white capri jeans. The jeans fit me very tightly, exposing my hips much like the old hip hugger styles and showing all the contours of my thighs to just below the knee. It also showed the contours of my crotch. My shaved lower legs and calves are sexily exposed.
I was also wearing a brightly flowered yellow tube top that exposed my stomach and lower back areas. A small dangling gold ornament hung from my pierced belly button. This was one of those very small elements that made a huge statement.
My feet were in a pair of 3" cork wedge women's shoes with 1" platforms. The strap across the top of my foot was yellow matching my tube top and my toenails glamorously painted red and boldly on display for the public to be shocked and or amused.
My fingernails were all uniform and just passed the ends of my fingertips in length. They were also painted bright cherry red. and gold bangle bracelets adorned each of my wrist. I wanted to be noticed.
I was wearing a pancake base for makeup. Lighter than your real skin tone and well blended with a makeup brush. I was wearing a little mascara on my lashes as well as eyeliner. Two diamond studs in each ear and a thin leather spike collar around my neck to let people know I was a bit kinky and submissive in nature.
The crowning glory of my look was that I was wearing 1" brush curlers in my hair. Traditional block set with tight straight rows of curlers and pins perfectly placed to form straight lines. I had wet my hair with an excessive amount of hairspray just before entering the store so it had a fresh wet look.
I was thumbing through magazines in the gay and cross dressing magazine sections and browsing the DVD's. I could feel people looking my way, mostly men as they entered the store and the ones that continued to glance my way while they are browsing.
There were two men in the gay section looking through the magazines then a middle aged man approached the section of the store I was browsing. I knew this would happen as I was dressed so provocatively, but I had no idea what he might say. Would he want to hit on this feminized image he saw, or would he want to hit this image? Men are so unpredictable when it comes to another guy "fagging" in public.
"Hey there fella," he said getting my attention.
"Hello," I said softly looking up at him with my big painted eyes but keeping my head submissively bowed. I wasn't sure of his intent yet but the store did have a bouncer that also worked the strip club that was attached next door, so I felt safe enough.
"I like your hair," he said smiling and looking at the curlers in my hair.
"Oh, well thank you very much," I said meekly accepting his compliment knowing now he is a hair fetishist. He probably had a hard dick already just from looking at me. I glanced at his crotch as my eyes went back to the magazine I was thumbing through. Nothing was outwardly visible.
He looked me up and down from head to toe taking in all the feminine aspects of my appearance. He noticed I was holding a gay oral sex magazine.
"What are you reading?" he ask.
"Oh nothing really. I was just browsing the section to see what was new."
"I see. Could I interest you in what is playing in the theater next door? My treat," he said staring at me and smiling hopefully.
"Wow, that was quick. He is really hitting on me hard," I thought to myself. "I'm not stupid, he wants me on my knees between his legs while he watches the film."
"Oh thank you so much for the offer, but I am expecting someone. I'm just killing some time till he gets here."
"You have a boyfriend or is he just a date for the evening?" the guy asked as if I was working this evening and might be available at a later time or date.
"Oh no, he's my boyfriend," I said knowing better than to let this conversation go much further.
"You two have a good evening," he smiled then turned back to me, "You're really hot by the way," he said with complimentary smile.
"Thank you," I said smiling back at him for a moment then turning my attention back to the magazine racks.
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