Level six and going higher.

I can honestly say I have never considered becoming a woman.

I was a happy heterosexual man.

I loved my penis and what it was designed for.

So when I lost it in the great shift I sort of went to pieces.

The one thing that I fought defined me as a person was gone.

I now had to reinvent myself.

I did not like being female.

I did not like being smaller and weaker.

I did not like having two jiggling bouncing breasts on my chest.

I did not like having a vagina between my legs that dripped blood every month.

I did not like female underwear it was so tight.

I did not like wearing skirts or dresses I just felt so open and vulnerable in them.

It was like my vagina was always on display with easy access to anybody who wanted it.

I reluctantly went and saw a sexual identity therapist.

She told me what I was going through was normal.

I found it a bit hard at first to take her seriously because she was a seven-year-old boy.

She was the one who encouraged me to start getting in touch with my new feminine self.

She was the one who taught me that not everything about being a woman was frightening hard and uncomfortable.

She was the one who encouraged me to go out and buy my first dildo.

I had of course fingered myself a few times since becoming a woman but having something so vibratingly delicious inside of me opened my eyes as well as my legs to a whole new side of me.

I am pretty sure in time I will accept my new gender.

I am pretty sure in time I will accept my newfound sexuality.

I am pretty sure in time I will accept the fact that I am a heterosexual woman and I just want a cock deep inside of me.

But until that day comes I am happy to stay at home with my newfound best friend a bottle of lube and two extra packs of batteries.