Gurl Stories

I'd always loved wearing ladies' clothing. Whether it was the thrill of stretching a pair of stockings over my smoothly-shaven legs or fastening a brassiere around my back and feeling it clasp tightly to my body. I just loved everything about it and relished in the moments when I was able to dress. It started around the age of sixteen. At first, I thought it was just a kinky fetish, finding an old dress in the attic and t...