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Why I Do What I Do As Jenny Raven

I began writing erotica during the pandemic as a kind or release valve for the ‘she in me’. Being locked down, I had next to zero private time. Add to that the pressure-cooker of the pandemic, and it’s no wonder Jenny demanded to come out to play. Those of us who have been lifelong crossdressers, living in the shadows of guilt and shame, will identify with this I am sure.

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How I overcame the fear of becoming the woman I knew I was, and have always dreamt of being

The morning of the shoot, I was petrified. My anxiety was so intense it gave me chest pains. Thankfully, my partner had agreed to come with me, something that proved essential to me actually making it to the studio. She tried to calm me as we set off, but even when we parked the car, I said I couldn’t go through with it. She reassured me again…

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How Writing Crossdressing Fiction Unleashed The Girl In Me To Strut In Six Inch Heels, by Jenny Raven

I adore language. Sensual. Erotic. Feminine. Delicious. Slow. Intentional. Relaxed. Desired. Free. And like you girl, being a crossdresser, I become delirious at the mere mention of other words like… Stockings. Heels. Pink. Black. Red. Nylon. Lace. PVC. Satin. I could go on. And what a divine combination they make too.

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