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Hi! I would like to know whether people are interested.

Hi! I would like to know whether people are interested.

Not entirely sure if this is the right place to share this, but I am just going to go for it. If it doesn’t fit the thread, just let me know and I’m happy to take it down.

Long story short: I am BI, or at least, I think I am. I've been into crossdressing since I was a kid. I'm not even sure how it started since I didn't have internet access back then, but I just loved putting on women's clothes and looking at myself in the mirror. I used to masturbate while wearing them, imagining I was a girl. I kept it all a secret because where I'm from, this kind of thing is considered a huge taboo. I lost interest in it for a while as I got older, but since 2021, it's started coming back.

I usually dress up in women's clothes and do Snapchat video calls with total strangers I meet on online forums. I had a girlfriend once, but we didn't really have much of a sex life because it's still kind of a taboo thing where I'm from. I think that's actually what pushed me toward this side of myself. Over time, I started wanting sexier, hotter clothes, so I began buying them myself and hiding them in my wardrobe. I usually go for the smallest sizes, like XS or XXS, so they're really tight on me and I love that feeling. I've lost count of how many guys I've called, but it's definitely more than 50. I've gone totally naked for them, and sometimes I've even finished on camera.

I never actually wanted it to be real. It felt too risky, so I made sure to keep things to video calls with people from different countries to keep a safe distance. Besides, my girlfriend and I are very close, and I didn't want to risk cheating and blowing up my entire life.

By 2023, I had finished my bachelor's and set my sights on studying abroad. I won't say which country, but it's one of the best in the world. Because my grades were solid, I managed to get into a Master's program with a half-scholarship. My parents and my girlfriend were all on board, promising to help me cover the costs, and an uncle on my dad's side who lives there reached out to offer his support and help me find a place to stay.

Once I moved, the grind started. Between the degree and working a part-time job, I was exhausted, but I pushed through it because I was chasing a better life. I lived alone in a tiny room my uncle had found for me, but after a few months, the pressure started to get to me. I felt mentally drained. I think the boredom and the culture shock just caught up with me. I started missing everyone - my family, my girlfriend, all of them.

I mentioned all this to my girlfriend, and she ended up sharing it with my family. They wanted to help me out, and my dad suggested that I stay with my uncle for a while. Now, my uncle helped me get settled here originally, but we aren't super close, we have a normal family relationship, but we aren't exactly "friends."

I should mention that he's an army veteran and a former officer. After he retired from the service, he moved to this country and started working as a truck driver. Since he drives across different states, he's usually on the road for a few weeks at a time before coming home for a short break. Because of that, he doesn't really have a permanent "home base" here, not that he wants one, since he has his whole family and kids back home, whom I know well.

After my dad suggested it, my uncle agreed. He said he’d be more than happy to have me since he’s been living alone. However, we needed to find a better setup, so we looked for some places near my university. Even though my school was far from where he had been staying, he was fine with moving to my area. We eventually found a small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t great, but the price was right, so we took it. We used a room divider to give us some privacy and managed to fit in two single beds and a study table for me. We didn't have much else, just some basic cooking supplies - which I don't really use, but my uncle likes to cook when he's off duty. We went with this place because he told me he wouldn't be home most of the time anyway, so I'd basically have the whole place to myself.

Life was actually pretty good for me back then. I had a roommate who stayed over for about a week every month; he's a great guy - will be 58 by 2026, but he's fit and hits the gym. He’s tall, muscular, and actually got me into working out too, so we'd go for runs and stuff together. He has a big social circle, and while he doesn't usually bring people home, he'd occasionally ask if I was busy or okay with having company over. He's just a genuinely good person.

Now, here is where things get interesting. Even though my girlfriend and I had been together for a long time, our physical relationship wasn't very active. Phone sex was completely off the table. To deal with that, I mostly just masturbated, but some of my old habits started creeping back in. I had way more freedom living there than I ever did at home, so I started camming online.

At first, I didn't own any women's clothes. But as I got more comfortable, I started visiting this cheap little shop to pick up some skirts and dresses. I avoided ordering online because I didn't want a paper trail on my bank statements. I kept everything hidden away in my locker, and over time, the collection grew to include plenty of dresses and lingerie.

I developed a habit of spending my time on sites like DirtyRoulette, Flingster, ChatAvenue, Fetlife and Reddit. I basically became a full-on sex slave online. I started doing group chats and group cams and honestly, I loved it. I realized there was this side of me that really wanted to be transgender, and online, that’s exactly how I presented myself. I actually got a lot of compliments on my body, with people saying I looked very feminine, which makes sense because I'm athletic and don't have much body hair. Eventually, I started buying sex toys and doing free cam shows for men.

My uncle usually lets me know when he’s home, but for some reason, he didn't this time. I was in the middle of it, wearing a full-on tight dress, talking to people online, and making a lot of noise. I had my earbuds in, so I didn't hear the door open at all. Our place has a pretty basic layout, once you step inside, you can see right into the room.

He unlocked the door and walked in right as I was dressed up. When I heard the door, I panicked so hard that I literally fell over. He just stood there, shocked and asked me what the hell was going on. I just stammered, "I can explain, give me a minute" and he stepped back out of the room to give me space.

I scrambled to change back into my normal clothes, and once I did, we had a long talk. I told him I wasn't trying to do anything wrong, but that I've been under so much stress and this was my way of letting it out. To my surprise, he was actually cool about it. He told me it was fine and that we should just keep it between us. It was such a relief, and I told him I wouldn't do it again, but he actually told me, "It’s fine, do whatever you want. I know you're stressed."

Still, the next few days were incredibly awkward. I could barely look him in the eye, and since I couldn't tell anyone else, I just felt miserable. Eventually, I opened up to him again. He was supportive and asked if I was bi, gay, or trans. When I told him I was bi, he told me not to worry because I could still face the rest of the family back home without any issues as long as we kept the secret.

After that, he went back to his work shift and was gone for a few weeks. During that time, I threw away all the dresses and toys. I just wanted to stop it all for good.

A few days later, the cravings hit me again. I wanted to get back on cam - my body just needed it. There’s something about the way men talk to me when they’re watching me pleasure myself that I just can't resist. I tried to fight it, I spent a week just sticking to normal porn and masturbating to get by, but eventually, I hit a breaking point.

I went back to the shop and bought a full set: panties, a bra, and a tight dress. Since I keep my whole body shaved, that was all I needed. I actually skipped work that day; I just went wild. I stayed online for over ten hours straight, dancing and getting naked until I came. It was then that I realized this is something I just can't control.

Another week went by, and my uncle came back for his days off. He didn't mention anything about what he'd seen, but he seemed exhausted. He told me he was heading to the bar to clear his head, and when he came home late that night, he was completely wasted. I’d never seen him like that before, but I stayed up to comfort him and help him get settled. The next morning, he woke up, thanked me, and apologized for the night before. He asked if I wanted to go on a road trip, but I had to tell him I was too busy with work. Instead, he told me he’d prep some meals for us to have a little celebration, since he’d just gotten a pay raise.

"Did you do it again?"

That was the first thing he asked me when I got home from work that evening. He already had some beer and snacks laid out on the table. I washed up and sat down with him, and when I told him yes, he decided it was time to drop the bomb: he was bi too. He told me he’d been seeing men of all different ages since he moved to this country, and then he gave me a heads-up to always use condoms to stay safe.

When I told him I was an anal virgin, he looked surprised, but he started opening up about his own history. He told me his first time was back in the army with a higher-ranking officer. Honestly, he’s still a good-looking guy now, so I could only imagine how he looked back then. Then he asked how I felt about everything - the crossdressing and the camming. He admitted that he actually enjoyed watching that kind of content himself. The way he was talking to me, the way he looked at me... it just set me on fire.

You can probably guess what happened next.

He started touching my legs, then my back. I didn’t resist; to be honest, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. He asked me to put on my girl clothes, so I ran to my locker, threw on my dress, and walked back to him as feminine as I possibly could.

"OMG. Wow. Incredible," he breathed. "I can't believe it... you have such a nice body." He started rubbing himself, and I asked him if he wanted a "360." He said yes, so I started dancing for him, just like I do on cam. When he got his dick out, it looked so strong and impressive. I walked over to him slowly, dropped to my knees, and whispered, "Uncle... can I please call you daddy?"

He looked shocked for a second, then leaned in close to my face. "Yes baby. What do you want daddy to do?"

"Use me for your pleasure, daddy. Do whatever you want. Talk dirty to me."

The rest is history. He talked so dirty to me. He started by face-fucking me, and it was wild - the man had some serious stamina. At one point, I was literally crying. Then he started eating me out and I came almost instantly. He just laughed and told me how horny I was. He threw me onto the bed, grabbed some lube and a condom, and just fucked the shit out of me. It lasted about ten minutes, but since it was my first time with a man, it felt like forever. We both loved it. Afterward, we just kissed and hugged until we fell asleep. For the first time in my life, I felt more like a girl than ever before.

"You don't have to hide anything from me anymore. Just be whoever you want to be for me."

He told me that after we woke up from a few hours of sleep and took a bath together. We ended up having sex again - we were both just so into each other that we couldn't stop.

Since that day, everything changed. Whenever we're home together, I wear women's clothes. He actually started helping me pick out outfits, and I just leaned into it completely. I shaved everything, we went shopping for a wig, and I started wearing heels, pantyhose, and all that. In his eyes, I became a girl, and he became the man for me. Writing this now, I can really feel how much I love him. He’s my man. I'm still keeping things going with my girlfriend and that's still working out well, but when I'm with him, I am his girl.

Last week was absolutely crazy. He came over for a holiday and we were fucking twice a day; he kept coming inside me and it was just wild. We even did it on cam for a bit. He's back at work now for a few weeks, and I'm already counting down the days until he comes home. Honestly, I feel like a wife waiting for her husband to get back.

Not entirely sure if this is the right place to share this, but I am just going to go for it. If it doesn’t fit the thread, just let me know and I’m happy to take it down.

Long story short: I am BI, or at least, I think I am. I've been into crossdressing since I was a kid. I'm not even sure how it started since I didn't have internet access back then, but I just loved putting on women's clothes and looking at myself in the mirror. I used to masturbate while wearing them, imagining I was a girl. I kept it all a secret because where I'm from, this kind of thing is considered a huge taboo. I lost interest in it for a while as I got older, but since 2021, it's started coming back.

I usually dress up in women's clothes and do online video calls with total strangers I meet on online forums. I had a girlfriend once, but we didn't really have much of a sex life because it's still kind of a taboo thing where I'm from. I think that's actually what pushed me toward this side of myself. Over time, I started wanting sexier, hotter clothes, so I began buying them myself and hiding them in my wardrobe. I usually go for the smallest sizes, like XS or XXS, so they're really tight on me and I love that feeling. I've lost count of how many guys I've called, but it's definitely more than 50. I've gone totally naked for them, and sometimes I've even finished on camera.

I never actually wanted it to be real. It felt too risky, so I made sure to keep things to video calls with people from different countries to keep a safe distance. Besides, my girlfriend and I are very close, and I didn't want to risk cheating and blowing up my entire life.

By 2023, I had finished my bachelor's and set my sights on studying abroad. I won't say which country, but it's one of the best in the world. Because my grades were solid, I managed to get into a Master's program with a half-scholarship. My parents and my girlfriend were all on board, promising to help me cover the costs, and an uncle on my dad's side who lives there reached out to offer his support and help me find a place to stay.

Once I moved, the grind started. Between the degree and working a part-time job, I was exhausted, but I pushed through it because I was chasing a better life. I lived alone in a tiny room my uncle had found for me, but after a few months, the pressure started to get to me. I felt mentally drained. I think the boredom and the culture shock just caught up with me. I started missing everyone - my family, my girlfriend, all of them.

I mentioned all this to my girlfriend, and she ended up sharing it with my family. They wanted to help me out, and my dad suggested that I stay with my uncle for a while. Now, my uncle helped me get settled here originally, but we aren't super close, we have a normal family relationship, but we aren't exactly "friends."

I should mention that he's an army veteran and a former officer. After he retired from the service, he moved to this country and started working as a truck driver. Since he drives across different states, he's usually on the road for a few weeks at a time before coming home for a short break. Because of that, he doesn't really have a permanent "home base" here, not that he wants one, since he has his whole family and kids back home, whom I know well.

After my dad suggested it, my uncle agreed. He said he’d be more than happy to have me since he’s been living alone. However, we needed to find a better setup, so we looked for some places near my university. Even though my school was far from where he had been staying, he was fine with moving to my area. We eventually found a small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t great, but the price was right, so we took it. We used a room divider to give us some privacy and managed to fit in two single beds and a study table for me. We didn't have much else, just some basic cooking supplies - which I don't really use, but my uncle likes to cook when he's off duty. We went with this place because he told me he wouldn't be home most of the time anyway, so I'd basically have the whole place to myself.

Life was actually pretty good for me back then. I had a roommate who stayed over for about a week every month; he's a great guy - will be 58 by 2026, but he's fit and hits the gym. He’s tall, muscular, and actually got me into working out too, so we'd go for runs and stuff together. He has a big social circle, and while he doesn't usually bring people home, he'd occasionally ask if I was busy or okay with having company over. He's just a genuinely good person.

Now, here is where things get interesting. Even though my girlfriend and I had been together for a long time, our physical relationship wasn't very active. Phone sex was completely off the table. To deal with that, I mostly just masturbated, but some of my old habits started creeping back in. I had way more freedom living there than I ever did at home, so I started camming online.

At first, I didn't own any women's clothes. But as I got more comfortable, I started visiting this cheap little shop to pick up some skirts and dresses. I avoided ordering online because I didn't want a paper trail on my bank statements. I kept everything hidden away in my locker, and over time, the collection grew to include plenty of dresses and lingerie.

I developed a habit of spending my time on sites like DirtyRoulette, Flingster, ChatAvenue, Fetlife and Reddit. I basically became a full-on sex slave online. I started doing group chats and group cams and honestly, I loved it. I realized there was this side of me that really wanted to be transgender, and online, that’s exactly how I presented myself. I actually got a lot of compliments on my body, with people saying I looked very feminine, which makes sense because I'm athletic and don't have much body hair. Eventually, I started buying sex toys and doing free cam shows for men.

My uncle usually lets me know when he’s home, but for some reason, he didn't this time. I was in the middle of it, wearing a full-on tight dress, talking to people online, and making a lot of noise. I had my earbuds in, so I didn't hear the door open at all. Our place has a pretty basic layout, once you step inside, you can see right into the room.

He unlocked the door and walked in right as I was dressed up. When I heard the door, I panicked so hard that I literally fell over. He just stood there, shocked and asked me what the hell was going on. I just stammered, "I can explain, give me a minute" and he stepped back out of the room to give me space.

I scrambled to change back into my normal clothes, and once I did, we had a long talk. I told him I wasn't trying to do anything wrong, but that I've been under so much stress and this was my way of letting it out. To my surprise, he was actually cool about it. He told me it was fine and that we should just keep it between us. It was such a relief, and I told him I wouldn't do it again, but he actually told me, "It’s fine, do whatever you want. I know you're stressed."

Still, the next few days were incredibly awkward. I could barely look him in the eye, and since I couldn't tell anyone else, I just felt miserable. Eventually, I opened up to him again. He was supportive and asked if I was bi, gay, or trans. When I told him I was bi, he told me not to worry because I could still face the rest of the family back home without any issues as long as we kept the secret.

After that, he went back to his work shift and was gone for a few weeks. During that time, I threw away all the dresses and toys. I just wanted to stop it all for good.

A few days later, the cravings hit me again. I wanted to get back on cam - my body just needed it. There’s something about the way men talk to me when they’re watching me pleasure myself that I just can't resist. I tried to fight it, I spent a week just sticking to normal porn and masturbating to get by, but eventually, I hit a breaking point.

I went back to the shop and bought a full set: panties, a bra, and a tight dress. Since I keep my whole body shaved, that was all I needed. I actually skipped work that day; I just went wild. I stayed online for over ten hours straight, dancing and getting naked until I came. It was then that I realized this is something I just can't control.

Another week went by, and my uncle came back for his days off. He didn't mention anything about what he'd seen, but he seemed exhausted. He told me he was heading to the bar to clear his head, and when he came home late that night, he was completely wasted. I’d never seen him like that before, but I stayed up to comfort him and help him get settled. The next morning, he woke up, thanked me, and apologized for the night before. He asked if I wanted to go on a road trip, but I had to tell him I was too busy with work. Instead, he told me he’d prep some meals for us to have a little celebration, since he’d just gotten a pay raise.

"Did you do it again?"

That was the first thing he asked me when I got home from work that evening. He already had some beer and snacks laid out on the table. I washed up and sat down with him, and when I told him yes, he decided it was time to drop the bomb: he was bi too. He told me he’d been seeing men of all different ages since he moved to this country, and then he gave me a heads-up to always use condoms to stay safe.

When I told him I was an anal virgin, he looked surprised, but he started opening up about his own history. He told me his first time was back in the army with a higher-ranking officer. Honestly, he’s still a good-looking guy now, so I could only imagine how he looked back then. Then he asked how I felt about everything - the crossdressing and the camming. He admitted that he actually enjoyed watching that kind of content himself. The way he was talking to me, the way he looked at me... it just set me on fire.

You can probably guess what happened next.

He started touching my legs, then my back. I didn’t resist; to be honest, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. He asked me to put on my girl clothes, so I ran to my locker, threw on my dress, and walked back to him as feminine as I possibly could.

"OMG. Wow. Incredible," he breathed. "I can't believe it... you have such a nice body." He started rubbing himself, and I asked him if he wanted a "360." He said yes, so I started dancing for him, just like I do on cam. When he got his dick out, it looked so strong and impressive. I walked over to him slowly, dropped to my knees, and whispered, "Uncle... can I please call you daddy?"

He looked shocked for a second, then leaned in close to my face. "Yes baby. What do you want daddy to do?"

"Use me for your pleasure, daddy. Do whatever you want. Talk dirty to me."

The rest is history. He talked so dirty to me. He started by face-fucking me, and it was wild - the man had some serious stamina. At one point, I was literally crying. Then he started eating me out and I came almost instantly. He just laughed and told me how horny I was. He threw me onto the bed, grabbed some lube and a condom, and just fucked the shit out of me. It lasted about ten minutes, but since it was my first time with a man, it felt like forever. We both loved it. Afterward, we just kissed and hugged until we fell asleep. For the first time in my life, I felt more like a girl than ever before.

"You don't have to hide anything from me anymore. Just be whoever you want to be for me."

He told me that after we woke up from a few hours of sleep and took a bath together. We ended up having sex again - we were both just so into each other that we couldn't stop.

Since that day, everything changed. Whenever we're home together, I wear women's clothes. He actually started helping me pick out outfits, and I just leaned into it completely. I shaved everything, we went shopping for a wig, and I started wearing heels, pantyhose, and all that. In his eyes, I became a girl, and he became the man for me. Writing this now, I can really feel how much I love him. He’s my man. I'm still keeping things going with my girlfriend and that's still working out well, but when I'm with him, I am his girl.

Last week was absolutely crazy. He came over for a holiday and we were fucking twice a day; he kept coming inside me and it was just wild. We even did it on cam for a bit. He's back at work now for a few weeks, and I'm already counting down the days until he comes home. Honestly, I feel like a wife waiting for her husband to get back.

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