Woman Cross Dresses for Power & Sex

Before leaving, hoping to get her number, they came over to chat with her at her table. Not interested in women, just men, Sarah politely turned them down. Typically the one who had others scratching their heads, it was fun being fooled and she laughed that she had been so deceived. Not knowing anyone else who enjoyed dressing as a man, until now, after having experienced cross dressing herself, now that she knew there were others like her, she more enjoyed dressing like a man.

As a young girl, Sarah had stomped around in her Daddy's shoes and put on his dress shirts. While he was away at work, wearing his clothes and smelling all his manly smells made her feel comfortable and happy. She didn't understand why she felt that way, but pretending she was her father was a wonderful feeling of security. She loved the way the shirts smelled of laundry detergent and starch, and if she got one of his shirts from out of the dirty clothes hamper, it smelled just like her Dad. She felt powerful and safe in his shirts and shoes. Her Mom's clothes didn't give her the same feeling. Her Mom's clothes made her feel weakly subservient. While other girls tried on their Mom's shoes, dresses, make-up, and jewelry, Sarah always gravitated to her Dad's clothes.

Sarah could have been described as a tomboy. She always preferred playing with the boys than with the girls. Whether to sporting events, fishing trips, or a trip to the hardware store, Sarah's Dad took her everywhere with him; they were best buddies. They went to the barbershop, Sears, the lumber yard, firehouse and many other male bastions that were hangouts for mostly men. Maybe it was because of his strong influence on her life, but Sarah found girls to be silly, foolish, self-centered, petty, childish, manipulative, and boring. She hated it when they giggled, teased, and batted their eye lashes at men. She thought them so stupidly subservient to behave in that way.

She used to play football, basketball, and baseball with all the guys in the neighborhood, until her Mom forbade her to do that anymore. Once she grew breasts, her Mom decided that her tomboy days were over. For the chance of a quick feel, a sneaky grope, a dry hump, and maybe even a kiss, when playing touch football, even though it was against the rules, the boys loved tackling her, getting her on the ground, and climbing on top of her.