Body Types

My name is Carl and I love to cross dress. My alter ego, Carissa, is an out going and friendly person who first appeared in public recently. The occasion was a corporate Christmas party. I had been by that time dressing privately in front of my computer and participating in a video chat for several months.

I'm five foot six, 130 pounds. I wear my medium brown hair down to my shoulders. I hate wigs.

The fantasy that I was born Carissa had been a part of me now for quite a few years. It began one day while I was sitting on the beach very close to the water's edge. To my left a few feet away, a girl probably in her twenties, was walking back from the water. I watched her through a pair of dark green sun glasses thinking I would love to be built like her. I of course have no idea why I had such desires.

Men would say that this girl, who would be forever a stranger to me, was very attractive. She wore a dark pink two piece swim suit. It's top covered a pair of plump, but not excessively large, round breasts. The curve at her waist was quite pronounced.

At six that Friday evening in mid December evening I stood front of my wardrobe closet fresh from the shower wearing panties. One by one I pushed aside the outfits. My boy clothes occupied the left half and my girl clothes were on the right.

Having placed the water lillie pattern blouse and dark blue pleated skirt on my bed I put on the corset and pulled it as tight as I could make it. Pink panties with my cock tied back, my false breasts, maiden form bra, skirt and blouse made me feel dressed. Now I was ready for makeup.

I like the light colors. Pink is my favorite lipstick shade. Eyeliner generally is light blue. I spent the next few minutes applying base, colors and blending.

An hour later I was walking through the hotel lobby bound for the function room. The Melon room was about 50 yards down the wide hall.

Walking in and looking around I saw small groups of colleagues standing in small circles or sitting at tables. Near the bar Joe Pollard, dressed in a very nice Herring Bone suit, stood taking a haul from his cigarette. I approached him.