Real Men wear skirts!
Real Men walk in heels, head held high along the high-street!
Real Men let the women wear the trousers... because:
Real Men wear tights and dresses!


PLEASE NOTE: All pictures on this blog are of Real Crossdressed Men.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

A Comparison of 21st Century Men & Womenswear

Now that the 21st Century is in full swing, it seems an appropriate time to take a look at how fashion has been progressing for both men & women.

All images show men on the left-hand-side, and women on the right-hand-side.



The Little Black Dress is now the standard item of clothing for males, whereas for females it customary to wear a Black or Grey Trouser Suits, as seen in the following four images below.








Of course some males opt for other colours than black, or sometimes a longer kind of dress, as seen in the following two images.










In the office, the Little Black Dress is customary for secretaries, (who are only males these days, as you well know.) It is not uncommon for men to wear breast forms whilst at work to please their female employers, as seen in the image below.








Although some men also prefer to wear Skirt Suits whilst in the office, whereas women generally wear pinstripe suits whilst working their highly paid jobs, as in the following image.








If you don't work in an office, it is customary for men to wear Bunny Type Outfits whilst selling make-up to other men, whereas women wear sports clothes, as below.








Here are a couple a couple of examples of the types of clothes men and women wear in the winter.











Whilst partying it is customary for men to wear long or frilly dresses and for women to wear more casual and practical Trouser Suits, as in the following two images.








Casual-wear for men & women in the 21st Century looks like the following four images.













The following two images show the kinds of outfits generally worn by teenage boys & girls whilst attending High School.







 And the final image is my favourite. Here is a 21st Century Couple, about to get it on.











Thursday, 3 November 2011

21st Century Real Men are Sissies: Episode 10


Again... sorry for the delay in posts...
but I've been busy starting my degree doing Creative Writing at Middlesex University. (This is the truth, I haven't made the name up to correspond with my sexuality!)
And of course, I have been proudly wearing skirts to classes...
I'll get some photos for you all soon...
In the meantime enjoy the latest two captions in the 21st Century Real Men are Sissies series!

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Monday, 29 August 2011

I'm a Real Man


Love the above shot of me... wearing the clothes that all Real 21st Century Men should be wearing!

It was taken by Rosie Collins, at a video shoot for my good friend Renu, who has always been very encouraging of me wearing en femme garments, for her forthcoming single called "London Revellers".


Please feel free to come up with a caption that could accompany either of these pictures - (though of course the first one is better) - and I'll make it into a proper captioned image... and use it in the next edition of this blog...

Sorry I haven't had time to caption any more images recently... I've been rather busy preparing for my Creative and media Writing degree which starts next month!

Thanks for all the comments... keep them coming!

Love Brenda





Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Short Story: Time Gentlemen Please


Cling-Clang-Cling-Clang-Cling-Clang-Cling!


“Time Gentlemen puh-leeze...” the Flower & Tackle pub Landlady cries as the bell she does ring...


Men wearing football t-shirts groan... get up with sagging shoulders carrying large bags... shuffle into unisex toilet cubicles...


The Landlady raises her pint and cries out again, “Here's to the Equalities Bill!”


With the rest of the pub, Laz and friends cheer rapturous agreement... down drinks... beam happiness from drunken smiling eyes... Laz gracefully rises... smooths out his short-cut red-dress... asks, “Another round?”


“Of course!” is the all round answer... so he swishes to the bar with tottering steps, navigating packed human traffic... women noticeably check out his legs and derrière...


He tries to force his way to the front of the bar... it was heaving with pretty faces ready to celebrate the Equalities Bill coming into affect...


As he finally places his orders with a barman wearing a silver sequinned figure hugging dress, the clock strikes twelve... uproarious laughter surrounds him... Laz turns to see it's cause... men previously wearing football t-shirts have emerged from toilets wearing pink tops, dresses and skirts... attempt to walk wearing stilettos... many women wolf-whistle... some rush over and slip hands up the men's skirts... others make sarcastic, revenge-fueled remarks...


Laz pays the cute barman... heads back to his friends...


“Just think,” he says to Jolene and Anita, “when I started wearing skirts back in my early twenties, I was shit-scared of being hounded by guys like them...”


“You always were ahead of your time Laz,” replies Jolene.


“Well... I'd never have guessed that only a couple of decades after that, the New Iron Lady would make it law for everyone to dress en femme all the time...”


Anita raises her glass and makes a toast:


“Here's to Chariot Fairperson, our illustrious, fearless PM, without whom none of this would be possible!”


“Here here!”


“I certainly can't wait to see Parliament re-open next week, with all the male MPs wearing their new skirt-suits,” says Jolene.


One previously proud masculine football supporting man, now in heels, stumbles... falls flat on his face in front of Laz and friends... tries to get up... but collapses again... his ra-ra skirt flips up, revealing his red polka dot panties...


“Fucking idiot!” Laz shouts. “Can't you even walk in a pair of two inch heels?” - Laz spits on him... “I'm going out for a fag...” picks up his handbag and walks directly across the guy's back in his 4 inch heels, just to show how easy he finds it... the guy starts to cry...


“Life without domineering male egos will be so enjoyable,” remarks Anita smirking at the guy, “the time of the feminine is afoot!”




Wednesday, 4 May 2011

21st Century Bus-Ride.



It was a fine sunny cloudless day.

I phoned a friend and asked him if he wanted to meet up in a park in central and then go visit a museum or gallery... be cultural... look at pretty artefacts and objects d'art... he agreed... so I rolled a pair of tan thigh-high tights up my legs... slipped into a flowery light summer dress... tied a leather belt round my waist... put on black stain panties... slipped into black patent three inch heels... slung my handbag over my shoulder and trotted off to the nearest bus stop.

The bus took no time in coming... I got on and went to the upper deck's front seats... there was a discarded free-newspaper on the seat... so I picked it up and started reading... the Headline was obviously about the recent Royal Marriage... I turned to the fashion pages (where else does a boy turn to first these days?) and looked at the commentary about Prince Wally's wedding dress... didn't much like it myself... but the fashion editors did. It was too old-school for my tastes... I think he should've worn a more contemporary one... show more leg for the females to to adore... be more maid-like, as that is the modern way for men to dress.

Whilst I was pondering these thoughts a tall black women in business trouser-suit came and sat next to me... her eyes gave me the once over and rested upon looking at my lush long legs – which I take great pride in. They are my finest assets.

As the bus started off from the current bus stop her hands slipped under the hem of my dress... slipped up past the tops of my thigh-highs... rested on my upper thigh for a second... and then up to my satin black panties. She took hold of my penis with her thumb and forefinger.

“Hello pretty,” she said making brief eye-contact... she then moved closer and whispered in my ear, whilst starting to stroke it:

“Nice and pretty and small. Just the way I like 'em!”

I smiled. Its always great to be complimented in such a way from a woman. I lowered the newspaper to make sure no one else could see what she was doing as she began to slowly circle the head of my penis with her fingers. She knew what she was doing. She knew how to control a man.

Her golden brown skin glistened in the sunlight. Her touch was amazing. She knew exactly how to move my panties up and down against my penis in such a way that we both knew it wouldn't be too long before my penis dribbled pleasure.

I laid my head back and enjoyed her control of me. She circled the tip of my penis' head with precise actions... pre-cum started to ooze into my panties... which made her actions all the more lubricated... all the more delightful... I rested my head on her stable shoulders and whispered:

“I'm all yours...”

This pleased her immensely... I could tell from the increased rapidity of her finger caressings, strokings, circlings and manipulations... She was enjoying herself – and I was loving her enjoyment of me.

I came.

It poured out in a smooth continuous dribblings... I tried not to moan too much cos I was on public transport... still I'm sure the other passengers must've heard something... still I didn't care – and neither did my black women.

Her hand slipped out from under my dress... she gave me a quick peck on my lipstick lips... then whispered in my ear:

“Wait for me in the park. I'll meet you there later.”

Although I had other plans, of course, as a male, I had no other choice but to obey her wishes – so I whispered back:

“Okay. I'll wait for you in the park...” I pouted, then fluttered my eyes in appreciation and said:

“Thank you!”

She departed the bus and headed to her important work... I got off the next stop and waited in the nearby park until she would come and collect me.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

21st Century Real Man Profile: Pictures of the Authoress


This edition of 21st Century Real Men are Sissies is a THANK YOU Edition - going out to all you followers... especially those of you who have commented.
Please Note: The more you comment, and the more you creatively comment (like whyguys) then the more spurred on I am to create more Episodes...

This edition is a Picture Profile of my good-self... as I'd thought you'd like to see the personage behind the productions... Some shots are from photoshoots done with a friend of mine called Dina - others are from I performance I did reciting a story called "The Goddess of Sexuality."

Feel free to comment...