Work

I recently started working in an office again which is a bit of a drag after working from home for so many years.

As a cross dresser, working from home offers a lot of opportunity to dress up. I’d get up in the morning, shower, shave and dress for the office. It may be a nice dress, or skirt and blouse combination. Sometimes I’d simply sit at my desk in my nightdress or teddy.

I seem to recall doing this a lot, but to be honest I don’t think it happened very often at all. I always thought I’d have more time to dress during the day, but sometimes, just sometimes, it gets in the way and I had to dress in drab.

Working in an office though has many advantages, esp with our graduate programme which is full of young women who seem to think the office is a place to parade themselves, dressing in as little as possible. I’ve seen girls on a night out wearing more. Short skirts, dresses, lots of opaque tights, high heels, silks tops, satin blouses, chiffon dresses, you name it… For me, paradise.

I can’t help but fantasise about some of these girls, how I would take them over their desk, their dress round their waist, kickers round their ankles… Hmmmmmm how sexy.

In reality, none of them would look at me twice. Some dirty old man perving at them. Which brings me to one of the very few cons of working from home for me. I was too close to my kitchen. Since 2010 I’ve put on 34lbs and now it is having an effect on my life. To combat it I’ve joined a slimming class and I’m doing quite well. I’ve already lost 14lbs and my own clothes are starting to fit better. The next step is to make sure my dresses and skirts fit me better. I know I’ll never have the figure these girls in the office have but I can dream. I’d love to just faint into the clothes that I see in the shops, most of which seems to stop at a size 16. I saw a gorgeous black lace playsuit recently in Quizz but their 16 says a 33″ waist! What? That’s more like a size 12!

I should stop thinking about these things though. They just get me down. After proof reading this, I feel down on myself and in need of cheering up. That usually meant a chocolate bar which completed the vicious circle, but today, it’s an apple.

I’m not really sure where this blog post was meant to go or the point of it other than to have a blether.

Dirty Tranny Girl xxx

Neighbours…

About 10 years ago, I used to live alone, in my 3 bed house. I had my own garden front and back and life was pretty sweet. The only thing missing was an understanding woman in my life who would embrace my dressing and perhaps even help me.

In the mean time, I had a very good neighbour who lived through the wall from me, next door. She was married, although I don’t think it was a happy marriage. He was away most of the time working abroad and she didn’t seem to have any friends. None who I saw anyway.

She was a really lovely person and quite attractive too, although the big baggy jumpers and horrible jeans she wore tended to hide that fact. I think she was attracted to me as well and when I came home from work I usually found her in the front garden on nice days, mowing the lawn or cleaning her car. She would make a bee line and we would chat for ages.

In hind sight I wish I’d invited her over a few times for dinner etc, just for the company when her husband was away.

When he was home, she seemed to make a lot of noise, esp. when she was having sex. her moans and screams would penetrate my walls and turn me on. I’ve no idea if that was her intention. I used to do that same on the rare occasion I’d bring home a girl.

I eventually met somebody and we bought a house together. I was moving out soon when she caught me partially dressed, just hold ups, high heels and a camisole. She was mowing the lawn and I was in my living room. She looked in the window, mouth ajar as I lay on my sofa watching some light porn. one of the 900 channels on Sky TV. It was not a deliberate act, in fact I thought she was out.

I made out that I didn’t see me and she pretended she didn’t see me. I was hard as a rock, touching my self and slowly masturbating in front of her. She continued mowing the law, barley taking her eyes off me. I started to move faster, sitting more upright and moaning in pleasure. She had managed to stop near the window to empty the lawn mower. I was rubbing the silk of my camisole on my chest as I pumped away at my rock hard cock. Getting ready to cum I sat up right and grabbed a few tissues and held them ready to catch my load. As i came I moaned out very loudly and looked up at her deliberately. She was staring back with a sly grin on her face as she saw my hot spunk, spurt from my cock.

I hurried away to clean up and cover up and she, I presume went back to mowing the lawn.

Later than night I heard her moans and screams of pleasure through the wall as she shouted “I love to masturbate”. I guess that was her way of telling me she enjoyed the show.

I soon moved out and regret never speaking to her about that day.

Dirty Tranny Girl xxx