About

Email me at my new address: tvrebecca69@hotmail - dot - com (won't allow emails otherwise!!)

05.045.2023
Xhamster has messed up pic posting and adding to profiles! Awesome. Time to look elsewhere to post everything I guess.

25.11.22
Still loving all that this side of me is and can be - just need some friends to play with!

4.5.21
Managed to actually get an hour to myself today and got a few snatched pics - no time to go 'full Beccy' but enough to sate my appetite for a day!. Have added them on the bottom of this lonnnnng bio!

OK - firstly, if you have no personal content, no favourites, no anything, please move on, don't send a friend request. This is a sharing site. You share your own stuff or stuff you like. If you don’t do that then you're on the wrong site. Also, male admirers, do yourself a favour and move on! I'm not interested in men, full stop, period! Not happening. I WILL block you immediately. Sorry x

Anyway, here's my story for those that like reading!

This is my own journey and why Beccy ever started - it's the most honest thing I've ever written about my feelings and my past journey. From the messages I've received since I first wrote this it is apparent that my story resonates with many of you and that's reassuring I guess. As of April 2022 things are on the move again (again, again, again!) with Beccy. A lot of Beccy and those passions for nylon, heels, smooth bodies etc is 99% sexual. I don't want to be a woman or live as a woman - this side of me is a sexual side of me that I love. I love what I can do with it and what I could enjoy with others who have/share the same loves and passions. All it needs is that person who thinks just the same and that we both fancy each other!!

Enjoy the read anyway - kudos if you make it to the bottom! x

My first encounter with nylon and the feelings it brings began when I was pretty young. My grandmother was quite traditional and always wore brown stockings and tights (pantyhose) and it was on a visit to hers when I was no more than 9 or 10 that my curiosity was first aroused. Finding a pair of worn tights in the bedroom I decided to put them on. The feel was instantly amazing. I became quite aroused as I moved around feeling the silky nylon brushing against my skin and my cock. As I pranced around the house naked sporting quite an erection my Grandmother just laughed! I didn't understand any of the feelings then but it's fair to say that from that moment on my total love affair with nylon began.

Nothing really happened much after that for quite a few years. As I became sexually active at around 16 I always encouraged girlfriends to wear stockings and suspenders and heels. I guess growing up at that time all the women in magazines such as Razzle and Men Only all wore stockings and heels and it became a look that turned me on immensely. I wish now, looking back, that I'd followed my instincts and begun dressing earlier as I know my life would have taken a very different path - I'd be quite good at make-up that's for sure!

I'd never really considered cross-dressing or transvestisism at that time although I was always envious that my girlfriends got to wear the sexy lingerie and I had to be hairy - that I found confusing and it made me jealous of them.

It was when I met my first wife that things changed. She was a big stockings wearer and I loved that. However, one year we were asked to go to a fancy dress party and it was decided that I'd go in drag. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. And it was at that moment that a door opened in me that has not closed since. I wanted to be really sexy, more slutty really. I wanted to get noticed and for both sexes to find me sexy. It turned me on that me dressing that way would turn somebody else on. I searched for ages in town to find a pair of high heels that I could wear eventually finding a pair in a really cheap shoes shop (one size too small as well but I was desperate!)! I took them home and scuffed them slightly to make my girlfriend believe I'd found them in a 2nd hand shop and not been round every shop in town with an erection trying to find a pair! I also bought some sexy stockings and a suspender belt. At that time I wasn't really worried about wigs and make-up but my girlfriend sorted that bit out and I spent the night as horny as hell and with aching feet!

I did try and introduce a bit of cross play into the bedroom with the girlfriend after this but she wasn't massively keen and it just made me feel guilty and depraved asking her if I could. From then on I'd regularly put on her stockings and suspenders when she was out and slip into my heels and fantasise as I masturbated.

I guess then the fantasies about meeting somebody else who loved this as much as me began. I've never considered myself gay or bi for that matter. I find men most unattractive. But a smooth cross dresser with a fine cut cock really turned me on. The thought of playing together and dressing together was too exciting. It must be said at this point though that I did, and do, find a lovely cock a thing of beauty. I'm not a fan of the foreskin (not having one myself) but a well turned cut cock even on a smooth man can be a bit of a thing for me!

Over the next few years this was the most I dressed. Not very regularly and the feeling came and went. The guilt would stop me as I considered myself unnatural and what I was doing as weird, after all, society teaches us that girls dress in girls clothes and boys in boys clothes and that's that. Bloody unfair if you ask me!

But the feelings never left me.

It was a few years later during which the feelings remained and I discovered transvestites and transsexuals on the internet that my total fascination began in earnest. I'd regularly stay late at work to look at pictures and imagine myself dressed and playing with myself or even another like me. But at that time I was married and it could never happen. As this marriage disintegrated however the opportunity finally arose. As miserable as I was in the marriage I found solace and happiness by looking online for heels and underwear as well as dildos. I began to buy items and store them secretly in the house waiting until she'd gone to work to dress and play. It was at this stage that I started to take a few pictures as I totally shaved for the first time and it felt so damned good and liberating. I felt justified in taking pictures as I didn't want to be classed as 'hairy-pant-wearer' - a horrible name for it!

Beccy was born at this stage. And she grew quickly. My collection of items grew quickly, the marriage broke up and I took Beccy with me! I joined tvchix and found a dressing service near me on there. Up until this point I'd never had a wig or owned make-up, not even a dress. I had plenty of heels, loads of stockings and tights and a couple of dildos but that was it. I booked in for my first dressing evening and began the 50 mile drive across the county. I was as nervous as hell that first time. I was a 50/50 mix of pure excitement and total fear. what was I doing? What if they weren't genuine? What if they made fun of me? A million thoughts ran through my mind.

But I needn't have worried. The woman was incredible and her husband was fully dressed as his alter ego. She made me up, dressed me and then the husband took photos as I posed. Beccy was now very real. And god did I love it!!

I drove back that night excited as hell. This could go anywhere. I began to shop for dresses and clothes. Looked on youtube for tips and hints on make-up (the Dark Art as I still call it), discovered Dermablend (try it, it's very good!), bought eyelashes, false nails, wigs and accessories. It became an obsession.

And it cost me a fortune! My wardrobe was huge. But feelings of guilt still ran through me. I was living a lie surely. I was weird wasn't I? Shaving my whole body was weird wasn't it? Other 'men' didn't do this surely?

And so Purge 1 happened. I told myself I wasn't being a proper man this way and it needed to stop. And so everything was bagged up and binned. In a skip. So I couldn't get it back. It's a terrible thing that society makes us feel so guilty for having these feelings, being brought up in such a way that these feelings class us as strange or weird. But we're not - a lot of it is fantasy, role play or just another expression of our sexual selves - no different to a woman putting on a nurses outfit in the bedroom. It feels great, we look great, it should just be great.

I convinced myself for a while that I was doing the right thing, that I could and would lead a normal life. But I couldn't. Not really. Over time I would look at women dressed sexily and wish that I was wearing her dress or her heels and definitely her nylon! And so Beccy came back again.

The collecting started once more. But I was fascinated by meeting another dresser or tranny. I started up online conversations with others hoping to meet somebody for some fun. The idea of playing with another like me was really exciting and was the basis for many a night wanking furiously dressed as Beccy. I wanted to feel another cock, wanted to suck on one and even get fucked by one.

After some time I made contact with a tranny (quite experienced) about 70 miles from me. We chatted a lot and she agreed to dress me, for free, one day. I agreed and drove over to her house. It all began OK, she dressed me, made me up and we did some pics (non-sexual). Then his wife returned and she was really miserable. Made me feel very uncomfortable and I didn't want to stay. It was obvious that there was tension in the house. The dresser asked me if I wanted to go upstairs and I reluctantly (daftly) agreed. It didn't go well! She didn't turn me on and worst of all I hated her cock! I'm cut and love the look of cut cocks. Uncut cocks just look ugly to me (mostly anyway - no offence to those who own a foreskin!) and hers was horrible!! After about 15 minutes of discomfort fooling about I told her I felt wrong and had to go. Thankfully she was really understanding so I cleaned my make-up off, showered and left. I didn't enjoy the experience at all and it left me a bit shaken and knocked my confidence. Sad really as I wanted so much for it to be good.

I returned home but was still keen to carry on. I began practicing more with make-up and started taking more pictures that I posted here and on Xhamster. The responses I got really spurred me on. The comments were and are fantastic and made me want to carry on even more - to let Beccy grow and become something quite real.

Then Purge 2 happened!! I met somebody, a girl, and decided that Beccy had to go, again! So everything was binned yet again. Boxes and boxes of shoes, dresses, wigs, make-up - the lot - just disappeared overnight. It was gutting but I was determined to be male (whatever the hell that means!) Why I try to convince myself that I can beat this is beyond me!

And I was for a few years. The thoughts never left me though - I regularly logged into Xhamster, fantasised, wanked and then felt bad! Only to return again.

And now I'm at the stage I am now - 2024. Not dressing properly at the moment but I have started buying things again - the secret wardrobe is expanding again along with all the necessary extras of make-up, Dermablend and accessories! I can't stay away! I have managed to shave 85% and become almost totally smooth again without raising 'too much' suspicion as to why! Very rare days on my own are spent in heels and nylon whilst I dream of being back where I was just a few years ago.

In all honesty, what I've always been trying to create with Beccy is the woman I'd love to be with: overtly sexy, sassy, an obsessed lover of nylon and heels who would wear them all the time because THEY love them, not because I do. We CDs and TVs love all that nylon, all those heels - we'd wear them 24/7 and I guess that that passion for the really sexy items is what we want our female partners to have - but mostly they don't and they seem to wear them more to please us than to gain personal pleasure. Plus we CDs/TVs also have that extra little bit that excites and fascinates us all! And in a narcissistic way, I wanted to look at the pictures of myself as Beccy and be turned on (I hope that's not too weird?!). And turned on by the fact that others get turned on by them too. I wanted to be wanted (still do). I love getting comments - I think we all do. It validates what we're doing and that someone actually finds you attractive and that makes it worthwhile.

Failing the fact that I could never find a woman who could love those things in that way I'd happily have a relationship with another CD or TV like me that understands everything that drives us and wants to be that way too. I could live with another CD/TV like that and I'd be happy too. Imagine living with a copy of yourself - how ultimately sexy would that be.

If you got to the end, well done and thank you. It takes some reading but it's the most honest thing I've ever written about me and my other half, Beccy! Feel free to message me - I do love to receive messages xx
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