Thinning out the wardrobe

Now this is not something most crossdressers do but I enjoy it and some of my fans enjoy it. So every so often I destroy my clothes. Here are some pictures from a recent session. However I didn't just pick certain clothes. I picked out four outfits and let one of my fans choose what I would wear. I then put some decisions in envelopes. There were enough 'KEEP' and enough 'DESTROY' to see me through my clothes. there were also four extra bonuses marked 'DESTROY A BRA', DESTROY SOME KNICKERS', 'DESTROY A BLOUSE' and 'DESTROY A SKIRT'
Here is the outfit my fan chose. A white linen blouse, a faux leather skirt, a new matching bra and knickers, suspender belt, stockings and black high heels.

Here we go with the first envelope to decide the fate of the blouse. 

And the decision is it must be destroyed. My fan had also asked that anything that was chosen had to be completely destroyed so once it was off I then cut or tore it to pieces.

Next was one of the bonuses and a pair of new black lace knickers get destroyed.

The skirt was the first thing to be kept. A small victory. The shoes were next and they too were going to be cut to pieces. A nice pair of peep toe heels were no more.

The bra was next and it also didn't survive.

The knickers survived the destruction but they were now no longer part of a set. The stockings were destroyed but they quite often go anyway.

Sadly the suspender belt was next to go. Shame because they are getting more difficult to find in shops and getting more expensive as well.

My trouble is I don't know when to stop and so with lots of envelopes left I decided to get dressed again. Another new set of undies to start.

Then a black dress and tights.

The first envelope to be picked was to destroy a blouse so a nice cotton blouse was cut up.

The dress was saved but the next envelope was to destroy a bra. Now to be fair this was an old one but I had lost a lot of clothes already.

The tights were the next to go but I really love destroying them anyway.

the bra was next and it survived the onslaught. Then came the envelope to destroy a skirt. This was one I bought especially to film getting torn on barbed wire. The session didn't work so it was only right it got destroyed now.

Although the bra had survived the knickers weren't so lucky and so another set of undies lose one item.

Winter

I hadn't had a chance to go out in the mud for months so as the sun dawned on a cold Sunday morning I packed some clothes and headed out. Well, to be honest I put on the first outfit and set out!
The story is that Davina is walking to a party.
The sun was just coming up and the temperature was just above freezing. The worst thing was the strong wind. as you can see I was wearing a lace dress, bra, thong, tights and brand new suede heels.

Add ing the coat made little difference to the temperature.

At this stage it is easy to avoid the puddles.

Now the ground is getting wetter and muddier.

After soaking the heels in the icy water it is time to return.

Oh dear I appear to have lost my footing.

The mud is all over my coat, dress and backside.

And I've forgotten my handbag. (More of this in a minute)

Already wet I take delight in splashing in the puddles.

And then back along the road dripping mud. Now the plan was for Davina to go back in a different outfit and get the handbag which had a mobile in it.  However, just as I stopped filming an old boy appeared with his dog for a walk. He didn't quite know what to make of me. Then cyclists came past so I decided to give up. I changed back into male clothes and retrieved the handbag.

Then I moved to a new location and changed into the second outfit. To be honest I was so cold from the first session I did think about giving up at this point but twenty minutes  in the warm car thawed me out. This time a jumper, boots, bra, thong, suspender belt and stockings.

A great location but the wind was even fiercer and although the sun was out the mud was freezing.

I would love to have carried on but I couldn't feel my feet so gave up. Washing in cold water didn't help.

The tights were ripped getting undressed and the suede heels are completely ruined. Otherwise everything else was okay.

Request video

I was asked to go back to a location I had used once before and you can read about it on my blog. It was posted on 14/1/2012 and entitled Surprise Walk. I had put it off for a long time although the thought of it excited me. The problem was that I was really worried about getting stuck. However I eventually plucked up courage to go and I thought I would make a little story about it. This meant I had an excuse to try it out as a male so if I got into trouble at least I would look okay. Not sure what anyone would have made of the bag of clothes or water spray let alone the camera!
So the first thing I did was to get a long stick and try the depth. It seemed to about two feet deep but I really had no idea. Anyway I put on my old male clothes and pretended to try to get some rubbish off the top of the mud. By now I was really nervous but this is what I'd come here to do so I moved gradually forwards.

 I could feel the ground sinking as I moved forwards and eventually down I went. This was the moment of worry but thankfully the muck was so thick I stopped after it passed my knees.

 Agfter wiggling around I reluctantly climbed out but I knew it was as a female I had come to play so I resisted the temptation to go any deeper.

 Once I started to strip off I realised how black and sticky the mud was.. It took a lot of water to get off and I was a little concerned I wouldn't have enough for my next clean. Still that didn't stop me and on went a matching bra and knickers, tights, a faux leather skirt and a white jumper. Finally on with my strappy high heels and I was ready.

Because the stick snapped (on purpose) I had to get nearer the flask.

 In I went and was relieved when I stopped sinking just as the skirt went under.

 Then I started to go a little deeper and I wondered whether I should stop as I was already very muddy.

 However I slipped and sat back down which got my top dirty so I stopped to play a little longer.

By now I really wanted to carry on but sense prevailed and I reluctantly got out. The last picture sees me walking back to my clean up area and you can see my heels had been pulled off my feet.

The clean up was as bad as I expected and I did run out of water meaning I was fairly black under my clothes for the drive home. The shoes and undies cleaned up okay as did the skirt. The top isn't as white as it should be and the tights went straight in the bin.
Maybe I might get one more visit before winter.