FabSwingers.com: Orla (51) , TV/TS in Meath, Dublin, Ireland

Just an ordinary guy who loves to dress up and be female for a few hours pretty regularly. I guess you could say, I'm Not all man. Small tidy package.

This is more of a hobby than a lifestyle but I do dress fully and am as feminine, smooth and soft as I can be when dressed.

I get massive relief when I give up my male role. I am so much better suited to a female role.

Not looking for young single guys. Any couple interested in meeting in Dublin , Cork or Belfast area for a cuppa or a quiet drink and an opportunity to break the ice, would be very welcome.

Just want to say hello and see what happens. What you see is what you get. Educated, professional, well mannered, clean, discreet, calm.

Should I do an update, maybe open up a little?

Anyone relate to this? Is it similar for you?

That feeling of freedom and anticipation.

Night out tummy flutters, new dress, all shaved and tucked away in prettist panties, finish off the final flourishes, heels on, spray of perfume. Discretely leave the house, drive into town, park and walk to the tranny club.

In we go, meet the guys, gurls and ladies, talk the talk have a blast.

At some stage late-on I find somehow I'm isolated with someone interesting - a semi stranger, it is a little exciting. Chat turns flirty, a little naughty. Hand, leg, nylon, "mind those nails". I'm defensive but clearly not running away. Fun.

Discretion assured and expected.

No words, quietly reach up my dress and ease my panties down......... there it is, that feeling I have anticipated.... that's it!!!!

That flutter again, the freshess, the feeling of release as my tiny penis is uncovered and allowed unfurl. Unrolling slowly about the size of a thumb. The absolute pleasure of the freedom. Small jewelled droplet of precum peeps out through the opening. Ahhhh bliss.

Put it back. Start again.

Should I recount some more?

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So, I've been pondering my origins of late. I took up a little interest in my family tree and I'm seeing how far back I can go.

I discovered how people really were poor, they had nothing compared to all of our modern conveniences. It's got me thinking about the hardship of 10's, no 100's, 1000's of previous generations and how they lived. It was all about men being men, women being women and only the toughest really survived to copluate and thus produce the next generation.

There was no room for pansies, no opportunity to discretely find a nice dress or feminine goods, nowhere to find a little feminine haven for people like me born with male genetalia.

Women were women and men were men.

There were no support from others.

So what of all of these previous generations in my direct line? Each couple enjoyed some form of presumably vanilla sex and the outcome was the next generation. Survival of the fittest and so it goes on with each generation producing virile men who then find a partner to sow their seeds and so on.

But, here is the bit, my line! Like all lines, has been going on'For hundreds of thousands of years', this line has comes down to me, the benefactor of all of these peoples copulations. Here I am, Ici!

Who am I? I'm born male,live, work and present as male. I hang out mainly with other males. However, I harbour my secret and reveal it to no one. I would chose to be female if I had a choice. I find my sexual mojo when I become a female form of my own self. I secretly prepare and dress to be female, my little appendage secretly tucked away in tight panties.

So, the question is. Am I the genetic 'cul de sac'. The line stops here. My bizarre desire to be the unlikely female in a male/ female copulation is where it all comes to an end.

To be continued.....

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