I My Me!(Ai Mai Mi!) Strawberry Eggs Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberry Confessions ❯ Confession One ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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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