This is not him but she reminds me of him. Not convincing but big,strong really over done, wicked, kinky and oozing sexual power and raw arrogance.

Oooh god

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This has quite a few elements of truth in it but I have used a bit of artistic licence. Forgive me

I met a cross dresser at a fancy dress party when I was 22, I was never attracted to men and always secretly wanted women to take control of me but it never worked out like that.

The heterosexual dating game kind of forces men to take control and I was surrounded by peer pressure to be manly and conform to male stereo types. I was a boy turning into a man thoroughly confused, unsatisfied and intimidated by my experiences with women and how society expected me to be.

I was with my straight friends at the fancy dress party and as typical young urban lads we hadn't bothered to dress up for the party. We were standing there in our designer jeans and trainers acting like we had walked straight off the set of a gangster movie, surly serious young guys surrounded by people dressed as superheroes and monsters etc. I suppose we were the ones that looked like fools.

Then I saw him.

I instantly knew he wasn't a she, he was too tall and too imposing physically. He wasn't a transitioning transsexual he was every inch a crossdressing man.

I saw him smoking a cigarette in an exaggerated parody of femininity, he was in his mid to late 30's towering tall dressed in stockings and suspenders with high heels a lycra micro skirt and a fur coat. He had on a big bouffant blond wig, long painted finger nails and heavy slutty make up.

He looked like a seductive mature woman with a brooding hint of masculinity that complimented his feminine attire and posture perfectly. I felt a primal urge stirring in me. Like a finger had touched me deeep inside and turned on an electrical current causing me to tingle deep within my stomach and loins as my hands shook and my face and ears burned with embarrassment. I was helplessly drawn to him.

I couldn't stop sneaking glimpses of him, snatching little glances in his direction hoping my friends wouldn't notice but equally terrified that this amazing guy would notice and blow my cover by approaching me or worse scream blue murder that I was a pervert.

It was torture I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame but my fear of being ridiculed by my friends was pulling me in the other direction. Fear and desire two powerful emotions pulling at me as I tried to remain completely calm and act like all was normal.

My heart started thundering in my chest and I felt my face reach new levels of mortification as it glowed bright red as his eyes locked on to mine and he stared at me and winked. I looked away terrified he would approach me but he didn't. I was both relieved and disappointed when I looked back and he was gone.

So many emotions had passed through me in the first few moments of seeing him and my relief that no one had noticed my attraction to this cross dresser washed over me leaving me with a need for several strong drinks. I drank like a fish for about half an hour and was well oiled when I left my friends and went to the toilet.

Then I saw him and he saw me, deep down inside I have to admit I was looking for him.

He was sitting with two nice looking older women on a sofa in an alcove. He smiled and beckoned me to him and through my drunken haze I overcame my fear that someone would see me with him and smiled back and went to him feeling like a naughty boy summoned by a teacher.

He said something to the women and they left us alone together. He introduced himself as Suzanna invited me to sit next to him, I told him I had to get back to my friends and he said he understood but he opened a purse and took out a card with his number on it and said call me wont you. Then he lifted up the hem of his mini skirt revealing his stocking tops and his smooth pale strong bare thighs and a quick glimpse of his white cotton panties that were thin enough for me to see the outline of his sensual semi erect manhood. I almost exploded with forbidden desire as he looked at my reaction with satisfaction written all over his heavily made up face.

I said I would definitely call him but practically ran away from him terrified of the feelings he had provoked in me and terrified someone had seen me talking to him but when I got back to my friends they were carrying on as normal.

To my relief I didn't see him again that night.

It took me over a week to pluck up the courage to phone him but, I phoned him and my god the journey of discovery he took me has shaped me. I fell in love and lust with him. As you can tell he is still in my thoughts to this day.