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Happy Birthday to Me
By Jerri Lea
Happy birthday to me! I'm going to give myself everything
I've wanted for so long. Many months ago I started taking female
hormones. I have been rapidly developing breasts and hips and
tonight I am making a total change in the way I appear in public.
No more disguising myself as a non-male and non-female! I have
found a new job (I interviewed as a woman, was hired as a woman,
and I start Monday as a woman) and tonight I will dress
completely as a woman - never to return again to the male side of
my former life. Delightfully for me, I have even more sex drive
than I did before! I had so much concern about what was going to
happen to me from reading all the information out there. I still
have orgasms and they have taken on a new, more enveloping wave
of excitement! I still have an operation to go, but I am well
satisfied for now. I can wait and save my money for that last
giant step. A simple gaff suffices for now. Anyway, I want it to
be perfect; a lovely female vagina that I will share with my
lover.
My hair has grown long during these past few months. I am
so glad that ponytails are okay for men right now. I have managed
to hide my change from everybody at work. How I did that I'll
never know. They must have thought I gained a hundred pounds! All
those bulky sweaters and things really hid my developing body. I
am on my way to the hairdressers now, and she is going to have
her way with my hair! No more hiding! I can't wait to see what
she does to me!
I put on a simple blouse, women's slacks, and flat shoes. A
trench-coat further confuses my real identity. I am just a non-
person right now, enticing as neither a man nor a woman. It seems
so strange to be able to walk down this sidewalk and disappear
into the masses when I know that I will attract a lot of
attention when I pass this way later as a new, visually stunning
woman. I enter the hairdressers and pick a chair to wait in until
my appointment is ready. I thumb through the magazines, realizing
that I am drawn to the articles on fashion and makeup more than
any others.
The girls that work here know who I am and what I am doing.
I met with them last week when I made the appointment and I told
them everything. Now they are excited to see how far they can
take my transformation. These women seem excited to share in the
birth of a new me. My name is called; my new female name - Jerri
Lea. I have practiced for all these months to talk in a feminine
voice and now it is natural. I answer and take my place in the
chair. I have ordered the works - permanent, trim, a little color
highlight, thinning of my brows, and another girl is doing my
nails. I feel like a pampered princess. After an hour of girlish
talk and primping they have turned me into a beautiful girl, or
so I'm told. The girls won't let me see yet. They beg me to let
them do my makeup and I willingly relent. Foundation, powder,
rouge, eyes shadow and mascara are all applied by expert feminine
hands. To have these women willingly accept me and transform me
is very reassuring. Finally they turn me around. The effect is
stunning! My blond hair is a cascade of loose, soft curls. This
mane of sexuality could never be confused with a man's hair. It
frames my face in a spectacular display of feminine charm. The
makeup has brought out the natural softness of my skin and
enhanced the months of female hormones that I have taken. Even
with my dowdy clothes, I am a beautiful girl. I pay my lovely
girlfriends and tip them generously. They have earned it. We
giggle and talk like a bunch of schoolgirls. They have made me
feel so good about myself in just a little over an hour.
I step into the bathroom for a minute and readjust my bra.
I had used it to minimize my form as much as possible under the
coat. Now I adjust it to hold my breasts out proudly for display.
I'm going to carry my coat on the walk back to my apartment. I
want to enjoy the stares of men as they see the new woman that I
have become. I even unbutton an extra button on my blouse. I feel
very sexy.
I leave the salon and realize that I don't have the hide
the sway and wiggle of my hips. I let the natural curve of my new
female form move seductively. I can feel just how thin and form
fitting my slacks and panties are. They are more like a second
skin of color and fabric than clothes. In fact, I feel almost
naked as I walk down the street! Every seductive curve of my
female body is exposed by a clinging film of women's clothes and
underwear. I know that the men behind me can see my panty line.
It feels so good to be looked at. I can't imagine why I would
ever want to cover up or to not dress seductively for their
appreciation. Every man I pass is looking at me and smiling. Some
even say "good morning", or "hi". I can feel some of them turn to
look at me as they pass. Wow, this is really exciting. The few
times I have been out before have never been quite like this. I
guess I was concentrating on getting a job, getting the new ID
that identifies me as a female, or buying clothes. I realize I
never walked out in public in the daytime, just to be sexy. It
really feels good. If these men like to look at me now, just wait
until I get dressed up! I'll be surrounded by potential lovers!
I enter my apartment and start the last of my
transformation. I strip off my dowdy clothes and put them away.
Maybe I'll wear them again when I'm cleaning the apartment, but
that's all. I'm a girl who is going to be seen in skirts and
dresses. I repeat that phrase over and over - I'm a girl, I'm a
girl! I love being called a girl. It says to me that I still have
enough innocence and sweetness to be seen as vulnerable and
delicate. I pack the last of my male clothes away while I move
around my apartment completely naked. I want to see and touch
nothing that reminds me that I used to be male. Finally I'm
ready.
I go into the bathroom and shave my legs and under-arms
once more. I've been using electrolysis and someday I will be
completely hairless, but actually I think it's kind of sexy to
shave my legs. I giggle. Maybe I'll still shave them when I don't
have to anymore. Would my lover like to watch me as I sit in the
tub and stroke my long legs with a razor? Which would he find
more seductive? My breasts half covered in bubbles, or my long
legs rising out of the warm, sensuous bath?
I step out of the bath and gently dry my smooth skin with a
warm towel. There is nothing so erotic as smooth skin. Each
delicate caress of bra, panties and dress will be much more
erotic on smooth skin. I dressed in women's clothes at home for
years, but it wasn't until I shaved that I really truly enjoyed
staying dressed just to feel the materials on my bare skin. I
would spend whole weekends in my apartment, just so I could feel
the caress of silk and satin and the bite of elastic. And now I'm
going to dress as a woman and prepare a wonderful evening for my
enjoyment. Just the word, dressing, arouses me. All of the words:
bra, panties, slip, hose, heels, they all excite me. I wonder if
I will ever lose the excitement of dressing now that I will be
doing it every day. I don't think so. There are too many sexy
clothes available.
I'm going to think about you, my lover for tonight, as I
dress. Dressing as your woman arouses me, as I hope it will
arouse you when you undress me later tonight. The other side of
dressing, being undressed, is just as erotic. The sound of a
zipper, the feel of elastic being pulled, the release of a bra
clasp, are all very erotic. I giggle again as I realize that I
don't know who you are yet, and you don't even know I exist. But
I will find you tonight and I hope you will find me exciting. I
have become so much more at ease with myself in just the last few
hours. All this giggling and smiling tells me that I have made
the right choice - to become a female.
I pick up the pink bra and revel in the feel of the lace
and satin, and the firm support cups that will push my breasts
together to present them for the caress of your eyes. My bra, the
bra I will wear tonight! The bra that your hands will touch and
my breasts will rest in! Each detail contributes to the
overwhelming feeling of true femininity. I smile as I put the put
the bra around my narrow waist and expertly fasten the front
closing clasps. Will I feel your strong hands brush firmly
against my breasts tonight as you open the tiny clasps? I pull
the bra up under my breasts and feel the softness of the cups
caress the sensitive flesh under and around my nipples. My lips
open in involuntary arousal. My sex drive is not just a drive;
it's a freight train at full speed! I am soooo horny! (Another
giggle!)
I draw the elastic of the straps up over each shoulder and
straighten them to pull my breasts further up and to enhance
their fullness. My eyes are already half closed in arousal. This
is true femininity - the meeting of nature and fashion to create
allure and desire. The bra brings my breasts together, creating a
refuge of cleavage, a place that defines and advertises my true
sex. I am comfortable in being a woman, in expressing my feminine
charms. I neither want to hide them, or to deny them.
I slow my dressing down to a liquid, passionate pace. I
want to enjoy every minute of dressing. Every strap, every
elastic, each satin and lace is a part of my rising passion. I
absorb each feminine feeling as I bring delicate colors and
materials to my skin and my arousal builds. I am a woman that is
defined by what she wears. I can imagine how hot I will get when
several nights from now. I wear a seductive neglig?e to bed for
your arousal. For our mutual arousal, I mean.
There is not a hair on my body, except for on my head and
the thin arched brows that were created earlier today. Every fold
and definition of my female sex is open to the caress of hands
and eyes. A gaff completes the illusion. I'll be glad when it's
not necessary. I want only the incredibly soft skin of my female
form will meet your hands and eyes; probing to fan my desire.
I hold pink panties in my hands. They, too, define who I
am. The entire process of dressing myself in the most feminine
and beautiful of clothes is a truly enjoyable and sensual
exercise. The elastic is so tiny and thin. My pear shaped hips
will hold up the material with little assistance. The lace
defines my vulnerability and my beauty. The high cut will enhance
the length of my smooth legs. I pull my legs up and slide the
panties past my ankles. I slowly and sensuously pull them up my
thighs. They are so thin and delicate, like the woman inside me.
I think for a minute about when and how these panties will
reverse this path.
Will a lover slowly move them down my hips and thighs,
removing the last barrier to our joining, or will they be ripped
from me in the heat of passion, so I can be taken immediately? I
stand and slowly draw them up to my waist. The tiny elastic digs
deliciously into the flesh between my legs and body. It feels
like the panties are defining the limits between areas of
innocent caress and the area of incredible sexual arousal and
sensual enjoyment.
My hands rub across the smooth satin of the material and
the natural softness of my skin. Two equally delicious feelings
of sheer erotic enjoyment build inside of me. My breath is
shallow and my heartbeat has increased. My fingertips caress the
smooth satin mound between my legs and the firmness of the bra
covering my nipples. Flashes of light dance inside my closed
eyelids as my desire builds.
I fight to control myself. I want to maintain this feeling
as I continue to dress and prepare myself to go out in public,
but I cannot allow myself to stop my preparation. A woman this
exotic must be seen and shared to be appreciated. There is so
much more to do to prepare myself and I want to take all the time
I need. Later, if you want, I will dance for you and then my long
delicate fingers will not be restrained. I will dress and
undress, teasing you with glimpses of the most intimate parts of
my clothes and body. I will do anything that you ask of me.
I carefully pick up my hose. Such a thin covering for my
legs, but oh so enjoyable. Hose feel like my second skin. The
tight caress of hose keeps every single nerve ending of my
hairless legs on fire and sending back messages of pure sexual
delight. Hose cover my legs, but leave them naked to the gaze of
my admirers. Eyes travel up my hose covered legs, exploring each
curve from tiny ankles to gracefully swelling thighs. Eyes strain
to pass the barrier of the hem of my skirt, but are restrained
and so resume their enjoyment of what can be seen and their
imagination of what cannot. But the hose do not hide my legs;
they enhance them and make them look sensuous and exciting.
I cannot stop anyone from looking at my legs. Hundreds and
thousands of men will be able to caress my legs with their eyes
as I walk down the sidewalk tonight. Each one of them can possess
a part of me to take with them in their fantasies and there is
absolutely nothing I can do to keep them from taking me in their
dreams.
I carefully bunch up the hose and slowly work them up my
legs. The thought of putting on something that leaves you naked,
underwear that is expected to be seen, is pure erotic bliss.
There is beautiful lace work on the dark band at the top of my
hose. Will an attentive lover stop to caress this spot on his
relentless journey to his ultimate destination? Will he unsnap my
garter belt and remove it from my waist, or prefer to leave it in
place, so he can feel it as he moves between my thighs?
I will smile at him and assure him of my complete
submissiveness. I will lie back in the bed of our impending
passion and bring my arms up around my head in a gesture of
complete surrender. I will part my legs slightly to suggest our
intercourse, but stop to let my lover force me all the way open.
Later tonight, I will deny you nothing. I pull the hose tight and
fasten the straps of the garter belt to them. With each piece of
clothing I am increasing the silk and satin enhancement of my
true feminine identity. I am becoming sensuality.
I put on the high heels I will wear tonight. Everything
about high heels screams sex! The enhanced length of my legs, the
small steps that I must take when I wear them, the tiny straps
that snake around my ankles all tell you that I am vulnerable and
desirable. The click of the heels taps out a message of
enticement to your ears. With these high heels I reach a new
level of erotic bliss. High heels, panties, bras, hose, makeup,
and my hairdresser's expertise enhance me as a woman. The
fullness of my breasts and the enticing wideness of my hips urge
you to undress me, but I enjoy myself most just like this.
I am wearing the most feminine of clothing just to arouse
you. I am showing you what should not be seen and allowing you to
touch what should not be touched. And everywhere I go from this
day forward, I will wear these enticing clothes. They will be
just out of your sight, but I will know they are there. My
arousal will constantly urge me to show you a bra strap or a
panty line, or to sit with my skirt just a little too high. And
when I am truly aroused, I will bend over your desk so you can
look down my blouse and sit so you can look up my skirt. I will
want you to put your hands on me and kiss me.
I gasp with the realization that every day from now on I
will wear a bra and panties to work. I will sit at my own desk in
a short skirt and my hose covered legs will arouse all who see
them. Delicate zippers and tiny clasps will be all that keeps my
naked body from being exposed. I will wear makeup every day,
along with delicate jewelry. I want to become an object of sexual
arousal and I embrace it completely! To dress as a female, to
appear female, to be accepted as a female, this creates a high
state of arousal within me.
Tonight I am dressing for your enjoyment. Every item of
clothing is the most feminine, most alluring, that any woman can
wear. There is no mistaking my female identity. I want everything
you see, smell, and touch to delight your senses. Your attention
and excitement will build a hot flame of lust deep inside of me,
and I will share it with you.
I stop to think for a minute. What if my lover tonight is
another woman! My fingertips will caress her silk, unfasten her
straps, remove her most intimate clothing, while she uncovers me!
We will melt into bliss of breasts and hips. Soft delicate lips
will caress nipples and clits, bringing on wave after wave of
unending orgasm! High soft voices will join in gasps and screams
of total pleasure. Lipstick will blend with lipstick, perfume
with perfume, breasts and hips will join as we explore each
other's most feminine charms. Hours will pass as we find untold
ways to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy and back, and
then blissfully beyond! Don't you wish you could watch? We will
share enticing secrets, lacey clothes, and sexual intimacy.
We will share a powerful mutual fantasy of standing before
a congregation, both in white wedding gowns and declaring to
becoming wives for each other. Each of us given away to become
the bride of the other! Both of us dressed completely in white -
bras, panties, and wedding dresses! Every mind in the
congregation will imagine our wedding night! What bliss we share!
Each of us wearing a diamond and knowing that we are loved and
desired above all others! After we are declared to become wives
for each other, we will kiss in a gauzy tent of veils, hair, and
perfume, breast-to-breast, hip-to-hip. My hands feel the
tightness of your wedding dress where is encases your delicate
waist. I feel your hands on my waist, pulling my wedding dress
closer to yours! I say the words in my fantasy - I want to be
your wife. I want to be subservient and submissive, your girl to
be used in any way you desire!
My task is now to complete my makeup and hair. I know the
girls did my makeup at the salon, but I want to enjoy touching it
up. I want my lips to be coated with a wet, luscious film of red
lipstick. I can't help giggle each time I open my lipstick. As I
turn the base, the lipstick rises out of its shell, like a little
penis aroused by my caress. Its wet head softly touches my full
firm lips, leaving its trail of shimmering gloss. I giggle again
as I put it back into my purse. I am so naughty!
Would you see the humor too? I promise I won't be giggling
when it's your shaft that is caressing my lips later tonight, but
I will be enjoying it! Taking you into my mouth is just like
dressing in all these feminine clothes - it's another part of
becoming a woman that I embrace and enjoy. Will you allow me to
draw you deep within my mouth and hold you at the brink or
orgasm? Trust me, my lover; I will eventually let you come deep
within my soft throat. I will not deny you.
Eye shadow makes my eyes look mysterious and sultry. I pick
colors to make my eyes look larger and deeper. You will see me as
enticing and exotic. The eyeliner further enhances the size and
mystery of my eyes, but the glory is the mascara. See how it
lengthens and darkens my lashes. Each closing and opening of my
eyes is now an enticement to come closer, to drink in the
feminine beauty that you are gazing at.
I have woven a spell that will make you want to consume me,
to possess me, to lust for me. With all this power over you I am
still a vulnerable, delicate female that cannot possibly resist
you. If you desire to rip all this satin, silk and lace from me,
then I cannot stop you. I can only enjoy you. And my makeup will
be there when you have stripped me of all my clothes. Still there
to enflame you and create hot desire.
My hair is a mane of soft blond curls. I run my hands
through my hair and know that you will absolutely enjoy doing
this later tonight. My hair is thick and soft. It frames the
delicate oval of my face and cascades down my bare shoulders to
enhance the delicate line of my bra strap. It is both sensual and
enticing. A woman's hair is a delicate tangle of her fragrances,
her desires, and her love. Will my hair rest gently on your
shoulder tomorrow morning? Will you caress it after a night of
passion? Will you feel my hair on your thighs as I take you into
the warm loving embrace of my mouth? Will your hands fill with my
hair as you control me to satisfy your desires? Will you force me
to my hands and knees and then pull my head back with a great
handful of my hair as you impale me on your shaft? Or will my
curls spill out onto the pillow as you turn me onto my back and
enter me?
Each thrust of your hard penis inside of me will make my
soft curls dance on the pillow. My sensuousness is my signal of
submission. I am yours and you do not even know it yet. I am
anxious for you to possess me. Take me and enflame me. Possessing
me sexually will only make me want you more.
I now leave the mirror to put on the feminine clothes that
you will touch. I have picked out a thin silk blouse to wear for
you. It fastens in only one place, beneath my breasts. As I bring
the silk blouse up over my arms and shoulders the soft material
awakens every nerve ending. The delicate color accents my pure
unblemished skin. I draw the collar up and around my neck. My
soft curls press the silk against my back and in each place that
my blouse touches my bra it molds to it's outline, creating a
slight but enticing path for your eyes to follow. The shimmering
silk wraps around my ribs and each end ties together, caressing
my breasts with the lightest touch of material.
As I slowly pull the blouse together underneath my breasts,
their fullness is enhanced. The delicate mound of my nipples
comes into view. The blouse is designed to create a narrow, deep
open slit for my cleavage. This is my favorite enticement to use.
As we talk tonight, you may gaze inside at this glimpse of full
breasts and delicate bra. The more you excite me, the wider I may
decide to open this slit for you.
This dance of sexual enticement is a prelude to what may
come tonight. How far will I open myself to you? Are you so huge
that I will gasp at the ecstasy of your penetration? I am a
delicate girl and I will ask you to be gentle with me the first
time. But you won't. Only your first entry will be gentle and
then your passion will take over. Trust me, I will enjoy it! How
deeply can you cause me to commit myself to you? Do you realize
that there is nothing I will not do for you tonight? Absolutely
nothing.
My skirt is smooth and tight. The length is short enough to
entice, long enough to look demure. However, the deep slit on the
side adds just the right spice for this romantic night. I step
into my skirt and pull it up my hose covered legs. Once again all
the erotic feelings of the various feminine materials excite my
nerves and my sex. Drawing the skirt up over my hips defines
their swell and fullness. I can feel the heavy fullness of my
breasts swaying as I bend over to pull up my skirt. Will you make
my breasts sway tonight as you bend me over to force your shaft
deep inside me?
I selected a skirt with a zipper in the back so I can feel
your hands pulling it down as I melt into your arms tonight. I
won't resist you, as you remove each layer of delicate material
covering the woman you are going to possess. I smooth down the
material and I notice how delicate my hands look with long nails.
The material of my blouse meets the top of the skirt, creating an
open haven that your hands may enter as we dance.
Maybe as we stand talking softly on a balcony, your hands
will penetrate this silky covering. I will lean into you with my
back against your chest. Your arms will encircle me, your eyes
will dance down my cleavage, and your hands will search ever
upwards, looking for the lace and satin of my bra. As you hands
reach their goal, I will gasp and arch into your caress.
Delicate lashes will fall to my cheeks as I surrender to
waves of bliss racing from my nipples to my sex. Your hands will
knead my breasts and I will ache for your caress between my legs.
I will be unable to speak because I am so aroused. Your hard
shaft will press into my rear. I look in the mirror as I add my
earrings and bracelets. Delicate gold and silver adorn my
feminine form. I consciously leave my wedding ring finger bare. I
want you to know that I'm available and asking for your
attention. Finally, my creation is ready to be enjoyed!
What is this creature? She certainly can stand with any of
her sisters. She is a vision of beauty and sexuality. But she is
more. She is both male and female. She can arouse and satisfy any
passion imaginable. She can both take and receive. She can
satisfy a woman and give her ecstasy in ways that are unique to
her alone. She knows what entices both male and female.
Can you imagine yourself as a Sultan of some desert kingdom
and with a harem that contains many such women? Not only can your
enjoy these beautiful women, but you can watch them satisfy your
natural women as you regain your strength. And all of them,
natural and created, exist for your pleasure alone! And of all
your women, only these special creatures know the secrets of
their special oral powers. Because they know the feelings
intimately, they can create such bliss that it is almost
unbearable! You are truly blessed, great master! I giggle again!
Such a daydreamer, such a fantasy junkie! I need to go out and
make some fantasies real, right now! I grab my purse and check
myself over in the mirror one last time. I am beautiful and sexy!
But what's this? You've been here all this time? You've
been watching me dress and listening to my fantasies? So, what
are you going to do? I think you ought to get dressed and come
along with me! Right now! I know you want to! Besides, didn't I
tell you it's my birthday? Not my real one, silly, my first day
as a girl! My first day to show the world who I really am! My
first day of happiness! So, get dressed - and I want my birthday
present. And I'm going to tell you what I want. I want to hear
YOUR fantasy! Maybe watch you get ready, okay? So, grrrl, get
busy!
Myra
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