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I've been dressing like a girl for the past three years. I've been a girl my whole life though. I always knew I wasn't the same as the other boys. I tried desperately to blend in and be a normal boy but couldn't. Behind the scenes, at home, I'd raid the laundry basket at night and grab some of my older sisters clothes and underwear, rush back to my room, lock the door and indulge. I don't know right but even from a young age something about wearing woman's clothes was very liberating for me. From the age of 12, every night without fail I slept in a pair of French knickers. I had a set of girly pjs ad well I had 'borrowed' from my sister. Night time for me was a time I could be free. No one around, I was safe to truly be myself. I'd always sleep in girly clothes as I felt it was important; I'd live the first 12 hours of my day dressed as a boy, at school, doing whatever, then, for at least 10 of the other 12 I wanted to be in girls clothes. Friends would come over and see my girls underwear left out accidentally and I'd say they were a girls who stayed over.
I never had many relationships with girls. I put that down to being a shy boy. Around the time I first started masterbating I used to get off on the fact I liked being a girl. I used to say I only had a weird fetish for womans clothes; most of my young adult life was spend in denial. I gradually grew to spend more and more time in women's clothes. By this time I had moved out of home and had a small flat above a butchers so I didn't have to hide my girls clothes from anyone.
All my former gf's knew I wasn't normal; most of whom thought I was gay. I believed I was just different. I honestly thought my fascination with womans clothes was just that, a fascination. In reality it was what made me feel most comfortable.
My last gf helped me massively. She was so understanding. I couldn't live a lie any longer a felt comfortable enough with the girl to be honest- I told her everything and she didn't mind. She understood and then strangely stayed with me and then began to help bring out my femininity. It wasn't easy at the start. I planned to tell her after work, nut she came home late and went straight to sleep. She knew something was up and asked me why I was acting strange. I told her I had something important to tell her. We sat down and I began to explain my secret lifestyle that couldn't b r kept a secret any longer. I said that from a young age I've spend most of my evenings wearing woman's clothes. She thought it was a crap joke but when I didn't laugh at all she realised I was being serious. I told her for almost 6 years I'd been pretending it was a weird fetish id developed from playing dress up young. I said the feeling inside grew stronger when I wasn't in my comfortable girls clothes. I said I was sorry for laying it on her, I said it had been inside me for some time, and I said she was the only girl of recent time who I felt comfortable enough to actually be honest with. Of course she liked that. We lived together in our small shared flat above the butchers and decided it would be fun if I started dressing up as a girl around the flat. For some reason I could tell my gf was kind if turned on by me wanting to become a girl. Obviously she was getting something out of it otherwise she would of ran for the hills like any normal women would of! She said numerous times at the start i would be her project. I grew my hair, began regularly shaving/waxing all body hair. I had to be taught how to walk in heels properly, I mean real heels, stripper heels. We ebayed 80% of my male wardrobe, luckily my gf and I were a similar size so I could share her clothes! I spent most of the eBay sales money on new womans clothes! and we began sharing a wardrobe. she helped me higher the tone of my voice in order to sound like a woman, she taught me girly mannerisms and what to and not to do in social situations, she taught me how to use make up properly, I then visited my gp and began hormone replacement therapy.
At the time my job was seasonal, so in the winter I stayed at home whilst the gf was at work. I didn't mind that, and neither did she. She bought me a French maid outfit and most afternoons whilst she was out working id be doing the housework, making sure everything was all fine for when mashed arrived home. There was never any femdom or cucking going on in my relationship with this girl, we treated each other the same. The maids outfit was purely my choice.
Eventually after about four months of being a full time girl and learning everything about being a girl from my gf, she asked me if I was gay. I knew I wanted to eventually be with a man as a woman, but I didn't feel ready to leave her. She had taught me everything and I was scared to be away from her side forever. There were a few more things I needed to learn before I embarked on my new life.
I'd fantasised about men many times but had never actually done anything with one.
She began teaching me how to give a good blow job, I said I knew what guys like, but evidently I did not. we practiced on her 10" dildo. I struggled at the start with surrendering all power. As a woman you have to let the man take charge and do what he will. I was used to playing man and deciding what happens. She made me masterbate to gay brainwash sissy porn 3 times a day, which really helped. She had done tonnes of research online and had been contacting a woman who was going through a similar experience. Once I had mastered oral and the physics of the dick it was time to start anal training.
Of course as a teen I had fingered my butt a load of times, but that was it, just a finger. We had some left over lube lying around on the side and one night began to try to properly penetrate me for the first time. How silly. It was incredibly painful and we failed to get the dildo even an inch in. There was even a bit of blood.
We purchased poppers online, a strap on and a leave in butt plug. When I inhaled poppers for the first time I instantly felt really light, especially my head. I inhaled continuously for a set time before we tried anal again. This time we didn't have any initial problem and after about five minutes of easing in, my gf was pounding me! We started off light and she only went for seven minutes or so. We began loosening up my butt hole daily, getting me ready so it wouldn't hurt as much in the future. I slept with my plug in so I could take anal on the mornings before she went to work.
The first time I received anal sex I knew I was gay. My god was it euphoric. All stRaight men need to try it.
After a while, a long while, two years, we split up. we both subconsciously felt we had grew apart, emotionally. I felt I was now full gay. She was thinking it. I could tell for a while. There was love, but as a friend. Right until the last day I felt I was in a relationship, meaning I am committed to only one person. Unfortunately for me she didn't see things the same way towards the end. I never was the paranoid partner checking phones. But she was spending more and more time texting. She was showering one day and her phone pinged about seven times in five minutes. Intrigued i picked the phone up, to find texts from a man named mark. Eventually she told me she had been seeing/texting a string of guys for the past two months. Nothing had happened and she was going to tell me soon. She wanted a man. I was heartbroken. I shouldn't have been, deep down I wanted a man too and felt we weren't right together anymore. It was the disloyalty that hurt. After that, we began the break up process.
About a month before we split up, after a night out drinking, we brought a man back with us to double team. We said I was on my period so I could only be fucked in the arse tonight. He bought it. My first real man experience was great with her there with me. We done this once more and then I decided I was ready to be a girl on my own.
That was nearly 2 years ago. I've since had a string of relationships. With men and woman. Even another tgirl. I'm enjoying going out as a girl. I'm awaiting a referral with regards to a boob job, I've saved up enough t(£8k) to pay for boobs! I can't wait
I never had many relationships with girls. I put that down to being a shy boy. Around the time I first started masterbating I used to get off on the fact I liked being a girl. I used to say I only had a weird fetish for womans clothes; most of my young adult life was spend in denial. I gradually grew to spend more and more time in women's clothes. By this time I had moved out of home and had a small flat above a butchers so I didn't have to hide my girls clothes from anyone.
All my former gf's knew I wasn't normal; most of whom thought I was gay. I believed I was just different. I honestly thought my fascination with womans clothes was just that, a fascination. In reality it was what made me feel most comfortable.
My last gf helped me massively. She was so understanding. I couldn't live a lie any longer a felt comfortable enough with the girl to be honest- I told her everything and she didn't mind. She understood and then strangely stayed with me and then began to help bring out my femininity. It wasn't easy at the start. I planned to tell her after work, nut she came home late and went straight to sleep. She knew something was up and asked me why I was acting strange. I told her I had something important to tell her. We sat down and I began to explain my secret lifestyle that couldn't b r kept a secret any longer. I said that from a young age I've spend most of my evenings wearing woman's clothes. She thought it was a crap joke but when I didn't laugh at all she realised I was being serious. I told her for almost 6 years I'd been pretending it was a weird fetish id developed from playing dress up young. I said the feeling inside grew stronger when I wasn't in my comfortable girls clothes. I said I was sorry for laying it on her, I said it had been inside me for some time, and I said she was the only girl of recent time who I felt comfortable enough to actually be honest with. Of course she liked that. We lived together in our small shared flat above the butchers and decided it would be fun if I started dressing up as a girl around the flat. For some reason I could tell my gf was kind if turned on by me wanting to become a girl. Obviously she was getting something out of it otherwise she would of ran for the hills like any normal women would of! She said numerous times at the start i would be her project. I grew my hair, began regularly shaving/waxing all body hair. I had to be taught how to walk in heels properly, I mean real heels, stripper heels. We ebayed 80% of my male wardrobe, luckily my gf and I were a similar size so I could share her clothes! I spent most of the eBay sales money on new womans clothes! and we began sharing a wardrobe. she helped me higher the tone of my voice in order to sound like a woman, she taught me girly mannerisms and what to and not to do in social situations, she taught me how to use make up properly, I then visited my gp and began hormone replacement therapy.
At the time my job was seasonal, so in the winter I stayed at home whilst the gf was at work. I didn't mind that, and neither did she. She bought me a French maid outfit and most afternoons whilst she was out working id be doing the housework, making sure everything was all fine for when mashed arrived home. There was never any femdom or cucking going on in my relationship with this girl, we treated each other the same. The maids outfit was purely my choice.
Eventually after about four months of being a full time girl and learning everything about being a girl from my gf, she asked me if I was gay. I knew I wanted to eventually be with a man as a woman, but I didn't feel ready to leave her. She had taught me everything and I was scared to be away from her side forever. There were a few more things I needed to learn before I embarked on my new life.
I'd fantasised about men many times but had never actually done anything with one.
She began teaching me how to give a good blow job, I said I knew what guys like, but evidently I did not. we practiced on her 10" dildo. I struggled at the start with surrendering all power. As a woman you have to let the man take charge and do what he will. I was used to playing man and deciding what happens. She made me masterbate to gay brainwash sissy porn 3 times a day, which really helped. She had done tonnes of research online and had been contacting a woman who was going through a similar experience. Once I had mastered oral and the physics of the dick it was time to start anal training.
Of course as a teen I had fingered my butt a load of times, but that was it, just a finger. We had some left over lube lying around on the side and one night began to try to properly penetrate me for the first time. How silly. It was incredibly painful and we failed to get the dildo even an inch in. There was even a bit of blood.
We purchased poppers online, a strap on and a leave in butt plug. When I inhaled poppers for the first time I instantly felt really light, especially my head. I inhaled continuously for a set time before we tried anal again. This time we didn't have any initial problem and after about five minutes of easing in, my gf was pounding me! We started off light and she only went for seven minutes or so. We began loosening up my butt hole daily, getting me ready so it wouldn't hurt as much in the future. I slept with my plug in so I could take anal on the mornings before she went to work.
The first time I received anal sex I knew I was gay. My god was it euphoric. All stRaight men need to try it.
After a while, a long while, two years, we split up. we both subconsciously felt we had grew apart, emotionally. I felt I was now full gay. She was thinking it. I could tell for a while. There was love, but as a friend. Right until the last day I felt I was in a relationship, meaning I am committed to only one person. Unfortunately for me she didn't see things the same way towards the end. I never was the paranoid partner checking phones. But she was spending more and more time texting. She was showering one day and her phone pinged about seven times in five minutes. Intrigued i picked the phone up, to find texts from a man named mark. Eventually she told me she had been seeing/texting a string of guys for the past two months. Nothing had happened and she was going to tell me soon. She wanted a man. I was heartbroken. I shouldn't have been, deep down I wanted a man too and felt we weren't right together anymore. It was the disloyalty that hurt. After that, we began the break up process.
About a month before we split up, after a night out drinking, we brought a man back with us to double team. We said I was on my period so I could only be fucked in the arse tonight. He bought it. My first real man experience was great with her there with me. We done this once more and then I decided I was ready to be a girl on my own.
That was nearly 2 years ago. I've since had a string of relationships. With men and woman. Even another tgirl. I'm enjoying going out as a girl. I'm awaiting a referral with regards to a boob job, I've saved up enough t(£8k) to pay for boobs! I can't wait
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