Some Time ago I saw a Caption made by Seattle Jasmine.. I loved it..

Having boobs is the point of no return.

True confession ---- this is so me..

Wouldn't it be nice to have this happen ?

I do wish I had a girl fiend like her

I think she is so gorgeous. 

And I don't really care if her cock is bigger than mine.

I could get used to it.

Why do I let her do that to me ?

Ron was pissed. His girl friend once again tricked him into a girls outfit. He thought that she had to know how he loved to dress up and express his feminine side. She asked him to help her fit a dress. She needed him to wear some lingerie, so the dress would fill out better. He  put it on and now she was in the process of doing some alterations to the dress, and he gone back into the bedroom and thought that he could change when he heard some other women's voices. Then heard his name called.
"Ron. Come here.  The girls want to see how this dress fits."
Her friends always complimented him on how pretty he looked. He loved it when they did, but hated the fact that he would still have to go back to looking and living as a boy.

Never underestimate what a woman can do.

My girl friend said that she could change me in such a way that I would not be able to recognize myself.  I bet her that she couldn't.  We had been living together for a few years,  and as she started to have me do some things to change how I looked, I began to worry that she knew my secret. I had been a closet cross dresser for a few years, and when she went away on business trips I would spend time with my feminine side. She started with a basic total body waxing, then lotion. That really made my skin very soft. Then there was the brow shaping and lip plumping.  She obtained some breast forms, and I was amazed at how real they felt, I think she knew something when she told me to put on a bra and I did it behind my back without looking.
She did most of this Saturday, and wouldn't let me see till she was done.
She had me put on a very feminine dress, then go sit on the couch in the living room. She would find a mirror. She had covered all the other ones in the house.
"Here." Handing me a hand mirror."Look, and tell me if you can see yourself."
I took the mirror.

"No. I don't see my self." But knowing this is what I really thought I looked like on the inside.
"Great."she says, "lets go to that orchestra concert that benefits the LGBT community."

It's embarrassing and somewhat humiliating the first time.

My girl friend had caught me trying on a pair of her panties. She really didn't say much about it, but seemed to be somewhat accepting of it. She said that she would get me my own things, but on one condition. I would have to come out of the closet. So now I'm wearing the things that she got me,
the wig, the make up, the matching pink bra and panties.
"Come out here Steve."
" Okay.  Give me a minute."I was terribly anxious about this.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the bed room into the living room. Feeling more exposed that being naked.
There she sat. She looked up at me. "Oh my. We have to call you something other than Steve."
"Come sit here next to me and have some wine. What do you think of Rhonda? She was a nurse that you used to work with.  Wasn't she ?