Strawberry Confessions: Confessions of a working cross dresser
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. I am not
making any money off of this, and am doing it merely for fun. The
characters and anime series it is based from is probably owned by
Pioneer. Please do not sue.
Written by Hibiki Amawa
Transcribed by Xelan Metallium
(of course it had to be transcribed, she has horrible penmanship)
Warning: some topics and details in this story are not for children
to read. If you are 15 or below, please do not read.
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I'll admit that I am not a typical man. I've done things
that I am not proud of. There are things that I will never be able
to forgive myself for and things that people will never forgive me
for, but I have few regrets. When things first began, I had no idea
how much I would come to love cross-dressing. How pleasant the feel
of nylon stockings is against my skin, the perfect way that
exquisitely coifed hair flows and ebbs around head, the soft smack
of two seductively painted lips as they pucker and press quickly
together. It's all so perfect, all so beautiful, and all so fake...
My name is Hibiki Amawa and I am a female-cross-dresser, and I can't
stop.
Certainly, it started innocently enough. Me, a young
idealistic teacher fresh from college. Filled with hopes, ideals,
and dreams for a promising career teaching young people the joys of
athletics. My dreams lasted for about as long as my bank account
did. My parents were old by then. They could no longer support me
and I had to make my own way. My pride would allow for nothing less.
I had to prove to them, to my landlord and to myself that I could
find a job and make my dreams a reality. For some strange reason;
however, reality was a bit harder than I thought it would be. It was
just my luck that the closest middle school near my apartment was
run by a man-hater. Of course, I had no idea when I moved there that
they wouldn't hire a man. I had inquired before I moved in whether
they had any open teaching positions, but apparently the vice-
principal didn't mention that men weren't allowed to work there.
Though, I'll admit, I did hang up a bit abruptly. Still, I did sound
like a man at the time, so she should have said something about
their idiotic policy. It would have saved me a lot of aches, both
the physical and the heart kind.
Now, you're probably asking yourself what does this have to
do with my crossdressing fetish? A valid question. I know it sounds
insane, but a long story short is that my landlady had experience in
crossdressing and made up to look like a woman and had me apply for
the middle-school teaching job just so she could get her rent money
from me. Me, being the idiot that I am, I accepted her idea and took
my first step into my lifelong obsession. I won't bore you with the
exact details (which you can learn about in the animated documentary
by Pioneer entitled I My Me Strawberry Egg. Don't ask me where they
got the title) but suffice it to say, I shook things up before they
found out, I wowed them after they found out, and as a side benefit
discovered that aside from my crossdressing fixation I'm also a
closet pedophile. Yeah, I know, I know. I'm one sick puppy.
The crossdressing part of my life I can live with. It just
means that I shop in the women's section instead of the men's
section and I spend a good deal of my salary on lipstick, nylon
stocking and various other absolutely necessary accessories. Trust
me, to most men, they're extras, but to we of the more feminine
persuasion, they are absolutely essential. I would not be caught
dead without my lipstick when I'm dressed up anymore. I've gotta
admit, at first I was worried about my crossdressing. When I taught
at that first middle school, I worried that I might develop an
attraction towards men. I seemed to take to crossdressing like a
fish takes to water and that made me seriously wonder, but it wasn't
really anything I needed to worry about. I'm still strictly
hetersexual. I like women. I'm perfectly normal in that regard, it's
just that my taste in women is kinda messed up. My tastes seem to
run in the no-longer pre-teen to barely teen range. I am so ashamed.
Of course, there is also my hang-up about wanting to look like the
opposite sex. To most, this would be a problem but to my girlfriend
it doesn't seem like a one.
In any case, I pull it off extremely well. After my hasty
departure from my first job, I got a job as a model for a while.
Since no one knew I was a man, I had a lot of fun with that. To this
day, I still get a kick out of seeing young teens staring at my
pictures in fashion magazines during class. If it's my pictures
they're staring at, they just get a warning. If it's some of the
other hussies I worked with, they get detention. Of course, no one
has realized that it's me and that I am still moonlighting as a
fashion model, but some have commented that I resemble their dream
girl. Who am I to break their hearts? Though, I suppose it is a bit
mean of me. Heh, a girl's got to have a bit of fun, right?
Anyway, since I'm writing this during my coffee break, it
can't be too long. I've got two more classes to teach before school
ends, a bikini photo shoot to do across town and Fuko to meet for
dinner. She promised she'd wear her old gym uniform if I get home in
time. The little minx, she knows that she is beyong cute in her
uniform with her little ribbon. I can't wait. Geeze, I'm a bad man.
And I couldn't be happier.
Until later days...
-Hibiki Amawa
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. I am not
making any money off of this, and am doing it merely for fun. The
characters and anime series it is based from is probably owned by
Pioneer. Please do not sue.
Written by Hibiki Amawa
Transcribed by Xelan Metallium
(of course it had to be transcribed, she has horrible penmanship)
Warning: some topics and details in this story are not for children
to read. If you are 15 or below, please do not read.
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I'll admit that I am not a typical man. I've done things
that I am not proud of. There are things that I will never be able
to forgive myself for and things that people will never forgive me
for, but I have few regrets. When things first began, I had no idea
how much I would come to love cross-dressing. How pleasant the feel
of nylon stockings is against my skin, the perfect way that
exquisitely coifed hair flows and ebbs around head, the soft smack
of two seductively painted lips as they pucker and press quickly
together. It's all so perfect, all so beautiful, and all so fake...
My name is Hibiki Amawa and I am a female-cross-dresser, and I can't
stop.
Certainly, it started innocently enough. Me, a young
idealistic teacher fresh from college. Filled with hopes, ideals,
and dreams for a promising career teaching young people the joys of
athletics. My dreams lasted for about as long as my bank account
did. My parents were old by then. They could no longer support me
and I had to make my own way. My pride would allow for nothing less.
I had to prove to them, to my landlord and to myself that I could
find a job and make my dreams a reality. For some strange reason;
however, reality was a bit harder than I thought it would be. It was
just my luck that the closest middle school near my apartment was
run by a man-hater. Of course, I had no idea when I moved there that
they wouldn't hire a man. I had inquired before I moved in whether
they had any open teaching positions, but apparently the vice-
principal didn't mention that men weren't allowed to work there.
Though, I'll admit, I did hang up a bit abruptly. Still, I did sound
like a man at the time, so she should have said something about
their idiotic policy. It would have saved me a lot of aches, both
the physical and the heart kind.
Now, you're probably asking yourself what does this have to
do with my crossdressing fetish? A valid question. I know it sounds
insane, but a long story short is that my landlady had experience in
crossdressing and made up to look like a woman and had me apply for
the middle-school teaching job just so she could get her rent money
from me. Me, being the idiot that I am, I accepted her idea and took
my first step into my lifelong obsession. I won't bore you with the
exact details (which you can learn about in the animated documentary
by Pioneer entitled I My Me Strawberry Egg. Don't ask me where they
got the title) but suffice it to say, I shook things up before they
found out, I wowed them after they found out, and as a side benefit
discovered that aside from my crossdressing fixation I'm also a
closet pedophile. Yeah, I know, I know. I'm one sick puppy.
The crossdressing part of my life I can live with. It just
means that I shop in the women's section instead of the men's
section and I spend a good deal of my salary on lipstick, nylon
stocking and various other absolutely necessary accessories. Trust
me, to most men, they're extras, but to we of the more feminine
persuasion, they are absolutely essential. I would not be caught
dead without my lipstick when I'm dressed up anymore. I've gotta
admit, at first I was worried about my crossdressing. When I taught
at that first middle school, I worried that I might develop an
attraction towards men. I seemed to take to crossdressing like a
fish takes to water and that made me seriously wonder, but it wasn't
really anything I needed to worry about. I'm still strictly
hetersexual. I like women. I'm perfectly normal in that regard, it's
just that my taste in women is kinda messed up. My tastes seem to
run in the no-longer pre-teen to barely teen range. I am so ashamed.
Of course, there is also my hang-up about wanting to look like the
opposite sex. To most, this would be a problem but to my girlfriend
it doesn't seem like a one.
In any case, I pull it off extremely well. After my hasty
departure from my first job, I got a job as a model for a while.
Since no one knew I was a man, I had a lot of fun with that. To this
day, I still get a kick out of seeing young teens staring at my
pictures in fashion magazines during class. If it's my pictures
they're staring at, they just get a warning. If it's some of the
other hussies I worked with, they get detention. Of course, no one
has realized that it's me and that I am still moonlighting as a
fashion model, but some have commented that I resemble their dream
girl. Who am I to break their hearts? Though, I suppose it is a bit
mean of me. Heh, a girl's got to have a bit of fun, right?
Anyway, since I'm writing this during my coffee break, it
can't be too long. I've got two more classes to teach before school
ends, a bikini photo shoot to do across town and Fuko to meet for
dinner. She promised she'd wear her old gym uniform if I get home in
time. The little minx, she knows that she is beyong cute in her
uniform with her little ribbon. I can't wait. Geeze, I'm a bad man.
And I couldn't be happier.
Until later days...
-Hibiki Amawa
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