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      <title>Suffering Makes You Gold</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; the first part of the story is like beginning of the journey of the main character. so depending of readers interest, there will be more parts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was half an hour remaining to reach the train to the station of my destiny. I was a fresh graduate from a designing school n was moving to big city to fulfil my dreams. But there was a dream I was living while since years, and that was of cross-dressing. I started Cross-dressing since I was 14. Whenever I get chance, I used to wear my mom&amp;rsquo;s cloths or few from my own hidden collection. Now I was 21 and have nice n smooth body. Thin and toned waist just about 28 inches, lady like hands and small wrists, nicely curved hips which I earned with some hard work. Eventually with some of God&amp;rsquo;s bless and with some of my effort I am succeeded to maintain my body which can make a girl jealous if I would b a girl. My weight is only 51kg and height is 5&#39;6&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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