I feel sorry for agatha. 2 people are physically exploiting her. My prediction is she will head to the police station and reveal all to the police officers about the wicked duo. Agatha needs help from the police who will place her in protective custody from the deranged duo.
True story in my younger years after being excluded by cliquish drag queens so just to spite them I went to a drag show in Toronto. The drag queen show was to raise money for AIDS hospice even bought video tapes after the show. I traveled on a bus to Toronto visited a shop called walk on the wild side which catered to drag queens bought a wig. Visited a green house enjoying gardens contrast to March then found a bed and breakfast changed into a blouse, miniskirt, panties, high heels, the wig and a coat. Went to as restaurant ate chicken cordon blue with vegetables made it to the show 15 minutes early. The show started with drag queens doing 2001 a space odyssey, Madonna, Eartha Kit, Queen Victoria, madam butterfly, Abba, 1950s pop songs, Cher and a rockette kick line even saw the late Rusty Ryan. After the show I went to night clubs left my purse in a washroom but recovered it. Feel on ice in high heels on my bum but made to the clubs. The night clubs were a polyglot of action as drag queens seemed like a friendly lot and meet one wearing tights and hot pants with heels. We danced together and later drove me to a doughnut shop we saw prostitutes on the way to the shop. We ate doughnuts and saw two prostitutes wearing high heels, tights, hot pants and red jackets. I felt they needed their moms but the drag queen told me it would not work out so we went the bed and breakfast snuggled each other. The drag queen left and had breakfast on the way to the bus stop I visited the fashion section. Went to the bus stop and return to Kingston.
Wow! not only was he made her Bitch , gets a new name. Agatha becomes the cream recipient for anyone Mistress brings home. Dark and sinister storyline. What happens next to Agatha?? Ch#3?
Being a self taught gay crossdresser I like the concept of being employed by women who impose a dress code bias toward women both sexes wear dresses and skirts. But pants are a women's only privilege. Maybe the man could be a flower lady dressed as a flower lady wear a black velvet body suit while women wore pants I was employed in that fashion and enjoyed it. Or working in a dispatch office a the only man and gay wearing mini dresses, skirts with bare legs and high heels. Acting as a go between the butch drivers and the femmes in the office both free to wear pants. Finding it the best work place ever no sexual expectations while not feeling exposed nor vulnerable just natural.
The interview for the dispatch job I entered the office I was the only man surrounded by women. The receptionist wear a blouse, pencil skirt, panty hose and pumps as she escorted me into the office. I wore a mini skirted suit pink bustier matching thong panties no panty line and pocket square look professional the women eying my silky smooth legs and high heels. The women themselves wore pant suits except one wearing stockings with a pencil skirt she said sit down those lovely legs must be sore. I sat down crossing my legs we introduced each other. A woman in a pant suit said we need to hire a token man so we honor equality laws. How are you on our dress code it's obvious you prefer not wear hosiery and seem comfortable in skirts. Could you accept pants as a women's only privilege if so we can train you. With out another word I said yes I'll wear the dresses and skirts the women can have the pants. Another woman said great, they must have notice I wore less than even the receptionist and it was the reason I was hired since the rest of the men couldn't fare without pants. On my first day of work I wore my my navy blue minidress, panties, heels and my trusty purse as I was eyed by the office femmes who welcomed me. They feeling empowered wearing hosiery and pants as a woman in a silk blouse, pants and heels mentored me in how to do my job. Slowly my fear of women went away as I got the hang of my job the femmes wanted some one to hand the clip boards and forms to the drivers. They didn't have luck hiring other femmes so as a gay man was the answer hence I went in to the garage. They were all women in pants looking at my dress and legs thinking who is this little thing palmed by rump saying it's real. I said nothing they sit down with us we don't bite so I sat down crossed my legs. They noticed no panty hose your a brave little thing as they notice I was handing the forms not least offended. You like being eye candy you know what we'll nick name you Candy I said candy it is we laughed together all in all a productive day. As for the femme it was a surprise they expected the butches to scare me off like they did with them. Thinking it better him than us. I found a dream job I had fun dolling up with the femmes. Who seem to have a fear of spiders, broke a lot light bulbs having me climb leaders to replace them which I did even though they must seen my panties. But I was chivalry never peeked when they changed, opened doors, pulled out chairs waited until they were seated and covered the with my when they felt cold. The Butches were fun they showed me the trucks, let me watch sports with them and even took me a dive were with out them I dare not go. Tough looking women in hot pants and min skirts with fish nets and thigh high boots seeing me in a golden mini dress, bare legs and heels. But even then it seemed natural I wear dresses so I never felt exposed nor vulnerable. One of the straight woman had an abusive boyfriend I fell prey to a masculine trait and confronted him. He was in a tank top, jeans and sneakers I was wearing a light blue mini dress, panties, heels and my trusty purse. By happy irony the woman I was trying to defend scared him off maybe feeling empowered who is to say. In any case I found belonging and purpose in my employer wouldn't wear pants ever again but wearing dresses and skirts has not slow me down.
This is my favorite fantasy, lost track of how many times I've listened to it
Thanks Alan. Your welcome to view as many times as you like.
Thank you Phillpa I am looking forward to your next part of the story
You are so welcome Martha. I read your news last night about finding out you had always been a girl, fantastic.
@@crossdressed-feminized3129 I’m very happy thank you 😊
An exquisite dilemma. 😊
Glad you think so! thanks for watching Graham
This is my dream life😺💋💘💛💚💙💜Love Tina❤
Tina, your a such a naughty girly.
Hurray back to a Sunday slot, I hope all our family can make it
Hi Barbara, I'm sure they will all be there to chat. unfortunately I wont make this one, I'll be back in the chats after my holiday.
@@crossdressed-feminized3129 We will miss you Philippa, hope you are having a great holiday.🙂💞💞💞💞
I feel sorry for agatha. 2 people are physically exploiting her. My prediction is she will head to the police station and reveal all to the police officers about the wicked duo. Agatha needs help from the police who will place her in protective custody from the deranged duo.
I want to be a girl but don’t want to tell my mum what do I do
I hope you can become the girl you want to be. Your mum will need to know at some time. You can't keep it hidden forever. Good luck.
True story in my younger years after being excluded by cliquish drag queens so just to spite them I went to a drag show in Toronto. The drag queen show was to raise money for AIDS hospice even bought video tapes after the show. I traveled on a bus to Toronto visited a shop called walk on the wild side which catered to drag queens bought a wig. Visited a green house enjoying gardens contrast to March then found a bed and breakfast changed into a blouse, miniskirt, panties, high heels, the wig and a coat. Went to as restaurant ate chicken cordon blue with vegetables made it to the show 15 minutes early. The show started with drag queens doing 2001 a space odyssey, Madonna, Eartha Kit, Queen Victoria, madam butterfly, Abba, 1950s pop songs, Cher and a rockette kick line even saw the late Rusty Ryan. After the show I went to night clubs left my purse in a washroom but recovered it. Feel on ice in high heels on my bum but made to the clubs. The night clubs were a polyglot of action as drag queens seemed like a friendly lot and meet one wearing tights and hot pants with heels. We danced together and later drove me to a doughnut shop we saw prostitutes on the way to the shop. We ate doughnuts and saw two prostitutes wearing high heels, tights, hot pants and red jackets. I felt they needed their moms but the drag queen told me it would not work out so we went the bed and breakfast snuggled each other. The drag queen left and had breakfast on the way to the bus stop I visited the fashion section. Went to the bus stop and return to Kingston.
Thanks for sharing your story Robert, have a good day.
Wow! not only was he made her Bitch , gets a new name. Agatha becomes the cream recipient for anyone Mistress brings home. Dark and sinister storyline. What happens next to Agatha?? Ch#3?
Hopefully 250 likes on the way and the final part will be aired. thanks for watching.
Its one thing to be the mistresses bitch but to far to let any man do what they like to Agatha
Yes, Lets hope she soon escapes.
Being a self taught gay crossdresser I like the concept of being employed by women who impose a dress code bias toward women both sexes wear dresses and skirts. But pants are a women's only privilege. Maybe the man could be a flower lady dressed as a flower lady wear a black velvet body suit while women wore pants I was employed in that fashion and enjoyed it. Or working in a dispatch office a the only man and gay wearing mini dresses, skirts with bare legs and high heels. Acting as a go between the butch drivers and the femmes in the office both free to wear pants. Finding it the best work place ever no sexual expectations while not feeling exposed nor vulnerable just natural.
Wow Robert your mind is going crazy with ideas. Thanks Philippa
The interview for the dispatch job I entered the office I was the only man surrounded by women. The receptionist wear a blouse, pencil skirt, panty hose and pumps as she escorted me into the office. I wore a mini skirted suit pink bustier matching thong panties no panty line and pocket square look professional the women eying my silky smooth legs and high heels. The women themselves wore pant suits except one wearing stockings with a pencil skirt she said sit down those lovely legs must be sore. I sat down crossing my legs we introduced each other. A woman in a pant suit said we need to hire a token man so we honor equality laws. How are you on our dress code it's obvious you prefer not wear hosiery and seem comfortable in skirts. Could you accept pants as a women's only privilege if so we can train you. With out another word I said yes I'll wear the dresses and skirts the women can have the pants. Another woman said great, they must have notice I wore less than even the receptionist and it was the reason I was hired since the rest of the men couldn't fare without pants. On my first day of work I wore my my navy blue minidress, panties, heels and my trusty purse as I was eyed by the office femmes who welcomed me. They feeling empowered wearing hosiery and pants as a woman in a silk blouse, pants and heels mentored me in how to do my job. Slowly my fear of women went away as I got the hang of my job the femmes wanted some one to hand the clip boards and forms to the drivers. They didn't have luck hiring other femmes so as a gay man was the answer hence I went in to the garage. They were all women in pants looking at my dress and legs thinking who is this little thing palmed by rump saying it's real. I said nothing they sit down with us we don't bite so I sat down crossed my legs. They noticed no panty hose your a brave little thing as they notice I was handing the forms not least offended. You like being eye candy you know what we'll nick name you Candy I said candy it is we laughed together all in all a productive day. As for the femme it was a surprise they expected the butches to scare me off like they did with them. Thinking it better him than us. I found a dream job I had fun dolling up with the femmes. Who seem to have a fear of spiders, broke a lot light bulbs having me climb leaders to replace them which I did even though they must seen my panties. But I was chivalry never peeked when they changed, opened doors, pulled out chairs waited until they were seated and covered the with my when they felt cold. The Butches were fun they showed me the trucks, let me watch sports with them and even took me a dive were with out them I dare not go. Tough looking women in hot pants and min skirts with fish nets and thigh high boots seeing me in a golden mini dress, bare legs and heels. But even then it seemed natural I wear dresses so I never felt exposed nor vulnerable. One of the straight woman had an abusive boyfriend I fell prey to a masculine trait and confronted him. He was in a tank top, jeans and sneakers I was wearing a light blue mini dress, panties, heels and my trusty purse. By happy irony the woman I was trying to defend scared him off maybe feeling empowered who is to say. In any case I found belonging and purpose in my employer wouldn't wear pants ever again but wearing dresses and skirts has not slow me down.
Wow yummy
Thanks Alan, glad you liked it. Try my new channel "Philippa's Boy2Fem" for more Yummy stories.
Just horrible treatment.
Your so right Michael. I wish life was all sweet and nice.
Love this ❤️💄💋😅🫦👗❤️🩹🥰
Thanks Randall, Just a few more likes for the final part.
Part three