At first, I was horrified by the idea.
It felt so wrong and alien to me.
I still saw myself as a man who was into women.
But if I was honest with myself I knew from the first day I was a woman and I was in too men.
I did not jump into bed with the first man I saw.
It took a lot of mental readjustment to accept my new gender and sexual identity.
The first time I was intimate with a man was because I was drunk and extremely horny.
He was and still is one of my best friends.
He did not take advantage of me.
He did not force me to do something I did not want to do.
It was I who threw myself at him.
It was confusing it was complicated and it was uncoordinated.
I wasn't ready for vaginal penetration so after a bit of heavy petting I went down on him.
I tried to remember what I liked when a woman had done it to me when I was a man.
I knew it was not the best blowjob he had ever had at that point in his life but he encouraged me and made me feel like I was doing it right.
I was surprised by the force and velocity of his seaman when he shot his load in my mouth.
I gagged on it but forced it down.
It was not the nicest or tastiest thing I had ever had in my mouth before.
But I knew after the first time I was hooked.
There was just something so sexually powerful about having a man's cock between your lips.
After quite a lot of practice and quite a lot of effort, I really started getting the hang of it.
Now I have embraced all aspects of my femininity and womanhood.
I might not have wanted to be a woman.
But now I am one I love it, especially in the bedroom.
At first it was a bad idea, very bad idea. It felt wrong, it felt verry alien to me. I knew that I still saw me as man instead of a girl. But everything about me , how said differently I was woman, physically, biologically a girl, emotionally and mentally as a guy, maybe probably a guy. That part of me still like girls, but get into guys, it gave a twinge into my stomach. BUT the longer I was a girl, it changed, when I started looking at girls it sort of bother me, I was sort of jealous me, jealous of girls, there outfits, there behavior between themselves and guys were different, its like being cheated, I know I shouldn't be like this but I am. Then a few weeks later, I decided to dressed, I prettied myself as much as could, why well, I decided that I WANTED to find a guys to relieve my sexually tension. To put it short I was horny, and I needed some relief. I found someone to help, he thought I was cute, and sort of drunk and horny. And wanted me to. Thou I was new, but I didn't know that I was that bad , because I was the one on the other side of things. Thou as a girl, it was first time and he thought I virgin, was it was probably true. But I decided too practice and practice, until I was ready to tried again. I got better of having sex as a girl. And I was better at. Thou I not wanted to be a girl. But now my life as is getting better, I still dress up as a girl, I'm still a bit jealous of girls, I don't know why I'm like this. My time of having sex as a girl in the bedroom. But I'm learning now.
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