Spent 2 Years As A CD

Living in Europe, no family to speak of, all friends and work associates back in the US, I had a 2 year assignment for work in Europe. I was 22 and in a very liberal country and city, and though I had some m2m sex when in my mid teens I'd had girlfriends since I was 18. The first bar I went to was a gay bar. I wasn't familiar with the city and my neighborhood but just walking in I knew. Instead of leaving I ordered a beer and sat at the bar. Soon a very well spoken man, in english, came up and bought me another drink. Soon he was putting his hand on my upper thigh, and moving it to my crotch. He wanted to dance to a slow song and he wrapped his arms around my waist and started dancing. I put mine around his neck and he was kissing on me in front of probably 200 people. Soon one hand went inside the back of my pants and he was rubbing my ass with his hand under my underwear. I hadn't experienced that in a long time.

I am kinda short for a guy, 5-9 and pretty thin. I have longish brown hair, and was really enjoying the dance and what he was doing as his finger found my hole. After a few drinks, I realized I was acting very femme, and he was responding. I let him take me home and fuck me all night. Well, fucking me when his cock wasn't in my mouth. I met him two days later at a local hash bar and he actually pulled my pants down as we sat at the table and was feeling me up all over. I was high and loved the feeling. Back at my place this time I sucked him off, then fixed us both dinner. After we fucked and he took me back to the bar. It was there, in the back "action" room that he fucked me in front of other men. Some were getting sucked, others getting fucked or fucking, but that didn't stop plenty from gathering around watching. One stuck his cock at my mouth and looking behind me my fucker nodded yes. I sucked while I was getting fucked. I knew then what the night would be. I got gangbanged in that back room, in my mouth and in my ass.

After that I felt totally humiliated, the guys had marked hash marks on my ass with a sharpie everytime one fucked me. My man of the hour took my clothes out to the bar, and I walked out naked except for my socks to get my clothes. People were coming around counting the marks and smacking me on my ass. Instead of my clothes, he handed me panties, a bra, and a cheap mini skirt. He took me out on the dance floor again, raising my skirt above my ass and showing the 14 marks through the panties. That is how he walked me home. So I started crossdressing all the time, I mean ALL the time. I even bought nighties and femme clothes to sleep in, alone or with someone. Soon I was in the tranny bars, and after sleeping around and having several more cocks please themselves inside me, I met Jan. Jan eventually was my full time lovers. For over 18 months I was in all respects his wife. I cooked, cleaned, did laundry, dressed as he wanted me, usually short minis and stockings, and took care of his sexual needs.

I never went back after that time, never crossdressed, never had gay sex met a nice woman in the office, we got married and we have 2 kids now. I keep going back to those many, many memories of being a woman for 2 years. I did all the things for Jan that my wife does for me. I was a sissy slut for a while, taking over 30 cocks before Jan and I got together. It's a whole part of my life, a big part that I keep to myself these days. I miss it in a way, but in another I don't.