This is a greatly condensed version of what would probably take up the space of a at least a small novel. I'll try not to omit any of the more pertinent aspects of my life.
Kiki's biography
This is a greatly condensed
version of what would probably take up the space of a at least
a small novel. I'll try not to omit any of the more pertinent
aspects of my life.
Guess this story is going to sound
like many others. The first sentence is the acknowledge that I
am different, maybe even special. It’s been hard to acknowledge
that for the longest time. I guess you’d call my self-labeling
part of a maturity process that’s taken me through many years
of this struggle. Am I a woman trapped in a man’s body? I’ll
let you determine that after reading this bio.
I was nine years old when I first
started trying on my sisters’ clothing. Glad they were bigger
than most girls, everything fit me perfectly. I would wait until
everyone left our house and dig into my sisters’ closets
to try on pantyhose, dresses and various other outfits that when
worn, made me tingle with delight, and yes, satisfaction. I would
continue this exercise until I was 19 years old, at which time
I graduated to more risky activities.
I
had purchased my own blonde wig, makeup, panties, high heels and
bra and traveled into the darkest areas of Philadelphia to walk
the streets at night. At first I had the greatest rush to clunk
around the inner city streets wearing my 3 inch high heels, bright
red lipstick, and tons of the most pungent perfume on the market.
It’s here that I met some of my type of people and perform
sex with men that were infatuated with "queens". This
became too scary for me. I was drinking before traveling out to
work the streets and when I came down from my exhilaration, I
would feel guilty and depressed. That would lead me into my next
phase of life, with a few twists of course.
At age
24 I got married to a beautiful black girl that was very dominate
and enjoyed her sex the same way. This lead to the urge to dress
so I stepped up to the challenge. I assembled a small wardrobe
of clothing and came out to my wife who thought the whole thing
was a joke and completely ridiculous. She worked at night and
that gave me the opportunity to start with the process of going
out dressed up. Since we lived close to Boston, I would travel
about 60 miles to frequent a transvestite club that made me feel
just right. I had many outings from that club. Most of my experiences
were oral, but I did other wild things too! It was a great time
and my wife either didn’t know, or was doing things that
made her feel good too. Needless to say, that marriage didn’t
last long. I must say this important fact. I do not even
think about having sex with a man unless I'm in drag. The thought
makes me sick to my stomach. When dressed, I am completely capable
of any sexual adventure and love all types of sex with great pleasure.
I've always asked myself why am I different in this way. Can you
tell me?
My next phase of my life took me to
Japan and The Philippines. I married another lady, this time from
The Philippines. I am still married to her and cherish our marriage
together. But the hell I put her through and the things I did
can not be explained easily. I worked at a Ladyboy club
in Okinawa, Japan and cherish ever moment there. I was 34 years
old and looked pretty good because I always kept a great figure
and wore the typical blonde wig, heavy makeup, high heels and
tiny mini-dresses to suit my part. I got A LOT of attention from
Japanese men that enjoyed my hot looks. I always believed that
anyone wearing a blonde wig and tight erotic clothing would get
plenty of attention in an Asian country. And believe me, I GOT
PLENTY OF ATTENTION. One of the best "dates" I ever
had was giving oral sex to a man at the bar with his beautiful
Japanese wife right next to us looking on as her husband would
cum in my mouth. It was absolutely fantastic! I loved every second
of it.
My beautiful Asian wife at this
time was also having the time of her life. She had plenty of boyfriends
and was playing all of them to the Max! She looked absolutely
stunning and wore the most provocative clothing you could imagine.
Everything was so perfect during those days… she accepted
me for what I was and we still loved each other with our hearts
and take care of each other to this day.
After a long hiatus of five years I started dressing again. It was such a long time since I dressed -- I’m almost certain will continue to be the most erotic feeling in my life. I live in Hawaii now with hopes that I’ll be able to go out some day very soon. I’ve bought hundreds of dollars worth of clothing only to purge it by throwing it away in fears that my wife will find out. The pictures you see on this web site were all taken within the last year. And the chances to go out and do my thing again?? I don’t know. I’m doing everything possible to set the stage properly in order to do just a small bit of what I used to enjoy sooooo much. My whole body is now shaved and silky smooth. I love my body and I love the clothes. What will happen to me? I don’t know, but for now I pray for the expression to make my life complete. Please fe-mail me with your support. I need some help right now!