adrinastory

ADRINA’S DEATH FETISH
CROSSDRESSER STORY
(it isn’t just a fantasy it is my life)

1.
I have seen a dead girl on the TV when I was about 12 years old. She was very pretty with shiny pantyhose covered long legs.
It was a crime movie about the young girl, who was killed by her brutal killer. He stabbed her with a knife, but she didn't died imediatly and the camera had a long time to show her pretty dying body, while she lied on the floor in the pool of blood. This pic was very exciting, because her skirt was very short, so I could saw her long, shiny pantyhose covered legs while she died at least.
Than I had a hard erection by the view of her beautiful dead body and later the pic of her pretty dying legs stolen in my memory all that day.

A few hours later - at the same day's afternoon happened another strange and erotic stiuation with me, wich turned my sexuality to a different direction. We wanted to play a knight's warrior game with my friends and we decided we puted on our mothers pantyhoses, because we tried to be in most similar cloethes as the real knights were in the historical past.

Nobody was in my mothers room, when I started to put on her pantyhose. It was my very first time to do it, and it was one of the most exciting erotic experience in my life.
There was a big mirror on the wall, and when I finished my dressing I wanted to check my look in the mirror. I never forget what a strange and exciting feeling was to see my own body in the mirror as a very pretty and long legged young girl. She was in a short T-shirt with a belt on her waist - so the T-shirt was similar as a very short skirt over her long and shiny pantyhosed legs. She had a pair high heel boots as well.
I had a hard erection in that moment by the wiew of my pretty, womanly body.

Suddenly the door was opened, and my friend came into the room as a full dressed knight, as my enemy. We began to fight to eachother as two brave knights. This fight was not so long and I was the loser. My friend keeped my neck from my back with his strong hands, and he tried to kill me.
He was at the back of me, and I was in front of the big mirror. So I could see once again my pretty, woman dressed body and my long pantyhosed legs in the mirror, while I tried to escape from his strong arms. But it was not possibile for me.
And than, when I almost lost my consciouness, because there was no more oxigen for me in his storng clutch, I understood: I have to die very soon. We just played a game, but he didn't recognised what the deadly mistake he did. I tried to screaming, but I had no more voice. I had no more energy to move anymore. So I just saw my dying and womanly body in the mirror of my mothers room at that late afternoon, and my cock had a very hard erection again, when I discoverd I was almost in a same situation, as that young dying girl was on the TV, and my body was almost in a same position as she was.
To know I have to die very soon, as a pretty pantyhose legged girl in my mothers clothes, it was more than just a very exciting feeling for me. It was the biggest sexual explosion what I felt ever in my life. It was my very first time to feel this strange and erotic feeling: to want to die as a pretty girl, and to want to enjoy of the view of my beautyful legs until the last second of my life. I did not move anymore, and I did not want to escape from the dadly storng clutch of my friends hands, because I really wanted to die there. I just waited for my lovely death, and I just watched my shiny pantyhosed legs in the mirror, and I enyojed that warm and strange and hard feeling wich was grown up in the deep of my body while my orgasm had came.

At least I didn't died at that afternoon, because my friend let my neck free at the last moment of my life and I stolen in alive. But I knowen, that was the very last minute of my life. My body felt down to the floor as a dead body, and I just lied there without any movements.
I never forget what a sensation was to see my unmoved, long, pantyhosed and very sexy legs in that afternoon sunshine. "Like a beautiful dead girl" - I thought, and in that moment I had my first real orgasm.

2.
Since that day I tried to reproduce that feeling many times again and again. And I did it often as I just should to do it.
A bit later when I started to play my first deadly roles, I tried to be in more similar clothes and more similar positions as that dead girl was on the TV screen. So I started to dress up my body as a full dressed "real" girl and I tried to imagine what a strange feeling would be for a pretty murdered girl to try to see and kiss her pretty, pantyhosed legs at the last moment of her life.
This idea is my most exciting and basic erotic fantasy sience that day until today.

In fact I am not a homosexsual, because I love the girls - the long legged girls! I am a trans-lesbian, pantyhose- and legfetish crossdresser, who is very fascinating to play many of the my deadly roleplay.
After many years I have a lot of fantasies about my death in pantyhose, and I always try to imagine one of these fantasies, while I am dying in front of my camera. I love to make pictures about my dying, womanly body very and I love to publish these pix on the net to show them to the visitors of my nethome.

Here are some of my best death fantasies what I like:

- I like to posing in front of the mirror as a beautiful girl, who has to make suicide by knife, because there is someone else in the room, who forced her to do this. The girl (me!) love her beautiful legs and her body, so when she stab the knife into her stomach she is crying because she know, she will lost her pretty, long legged lover.

- I have a fantasy about a strange game wich is a simple heads or tails game, and all of the players are young and pretty crossdressers and transvestites. Every player has ten possibilities to try one's luck with a coin. And at the end of the game the looser has to kill himself in pantyhose and woman's clothes. He has to be die as a beautiful long pantyhose legged girl.
I am one of the participants of this game.
We are in a dirty basemant somwhere in the City. There is a small stage in the middle of the room and every players - one after the other one - have to stand up into the middle of this stage. Me too. (In the reality I am stending in front of my mirror in my private room), but when I throw the coin in the air I try to imagine myself on that stage and see how many pepople are there around in that room, as the audience of this secret game. They are coming here to see, how a pretty crossdresser - I am now! - has to kill himselfs on the stage. I have ten possibilities to throw the coin to the air. And than - one after the other one - I lost all of my chances to be a winner, to be a surviver. Every bad trying take me closer and closer to my big orgasm as I have to understand there are no way out for me. And at least, after the last bad trying when I am sure I have to kill myself, I just watch my shinie legs in the mirror, and I am waiting for the orgasm. The audience screaming around me: "Do it! Do it!" I am waiting. There is the knife in my hand. The warm feeling is grow up in my deep spirit, and then, when I have my orgasm - in the same moment -, I stab the knife into my body. I am falling down to the floor, and I am just lying and dying there in the pool of my blood while I kiss my pretty pantyhosed legs. And the audience of my erotic death make masturbate around my lovely dead body.

- Also I like my erotic death fantasy about a young policeman, about a detective, who has to dress up into the woman's clothes, because the police try to catch a dangerous serial killer, who killed some young and pretty girls already.
The policeman - who I am - has to be the decoy in woman's clothes. He is wearing hells and very short skirt, and he also put on pantyhose, because the killer is a leg- and pantyhose fetish guy, who just looking for his victims from the girl who loves to wear this kind of clothes only.
It is the very first time for the policeman to make crossdressing, but than, when he is puting on the shiny pantyhose, he discover what the pretty legs he has. He enjoy very much that strange and warm erotic feeling what he feel when he watch his pretty womanly body, and his long pantyhosed legs in the mirror. He has a strong erection and he is masturbating, while he try to imagine what the strange feeling will be to die in the womans dress and in pantyhose. He has a bad misgivings and he is sure this day today will be the first and the last day when he can see his beautiful womanly body and his long pantyhosed legs, because the killer will kill him. To imagine his pretty dead body is more exciting for him than was enything else in his life until that day. So he is not sure what he need in fact: to die as a beautiful gir, or just enjoy that exciting moments of the situation near to his death and still in alive and put on womans dress again at home to enjoy this new feeling every times?
But there is no way out of him. He has to die today, at the first day, when he discovered his new, pretty lover.
And a bit later, when the killer cath him and covered his head with a nylon bag, he just see his long and pretty legs through the nylon bag and he has a fantastic, big orgasm in the last moment of his life.

3.
So I have different fantasies about that, how can I die in pantyhose.
And when I am making my pix I always try to reproduce and show this situations to my camera. To imagine the last moment of my (woman-) life, when I can see my beautiful and pantyhose covered legs at the last minute before my death - it is the bigest sexual excitetment for me.
To die as a girl and to get a big orgasm at the same moment of my death - it is the meaning of my deadly games.
This orgasm is just like a fantastic and very long trip into the deep of the darkness. Sometime this jurney is longer than 30-40 sec.

My most crazy and realy dengerous situation what I like when I play my death roleplay, to have a plastic bag over my head. The feeling what I have in this situation is more exciting and more realistic to me, than anything else.
But it is a very strange and very dangerous position - and I know it -, because when I am very colse to the end of this game already, and there is no more oxygen in the bag, in this moments my real death is just one step from me. To keep the plastic bag over my head just for a bit longer time is would be enough to lose my consciusness, and than I never come back from there.
It is the most strange, but the most dangerous game for me, because in these moments usualy I feel I really want to still there - in the darkness, at the other side. This feeling is the most similar as I felt many years ago, when we played that knight's warrior game in pantyhose with my friend and I wanted to die while I watched my pretty womanly boy legs in the mirror of my mother's room.

(Here is the end of this writting, but my real story don't has been end... NOT YET ! )