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Where It All Began free porn video
This is, in some way, the story of my life, plus some
fantasy, which I included; pretty obvious which is which if
you ask me.
This is my story:
Where It All Began
By MOTA
I never thought I would be telling this story, yet here I
am, this started when I was about 18, but, looking back on
my life, I realize that it started much more earlier.
Please let me describe myself as I was then, I was short
(about 1m 75cm I don't know how many feet that is) but I
wasn't skinny, I wasn't fat either, you see, I was a rugby
player, for those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's
like a very tough American football but without the extra
padding they use, so I was very muscled. (More like the
body of a swimmer, since I also swam a lot.) I lived (and
live) in a country in South America, let's keep it
anonymous, and I went to the best school there. Reality
was, I HATED it, and the reasons were other than people who
looked at that muscled rugby player would think.
I was a punk, and believe me, that's nearly unheard of in
this unnamed South American country with very old
standards. People would have been even more amazed to learn
the truth because I was what they called a "ladies guy"
that is, I was constantly dating girls, constantly kissing
them. I was very fond of girls, too much I realize now. I
was obsessed with them, with boobs, with everything, and
yet, I remained a virgin till I was 18, which also is
strange here.
When I was 18 my girlfriend found strange things in me, she
said it was strange for a man to understand her so much,
which I, of course, shrugged off as a compliment, but then
other things. I had never given a thought to my virginity
until then, but then I looked around and found that there
were many virgin 18 year old girls, but there weren't any
virgin 18 year old guys, and it wasn't because I couldn't
get a girl, I could, even guys who couldn't get girls would
go with prostitutes. When my girlfriend asked me why, I
gave her the answer that had been normal for me and the
real reason that I was still a virgin, I wanted to do it
for love, simple as that. I didn't want a one night stand,
I wanted to do it with the person I really loved, when I
told her that, my girlfriend just looked at me and said,
"See? You're different." I really couldn't answer her.
I then started having the usual little sexual games with my
girlfriend that couples have, without reaching actual
penetration, again she found me different because I
wouldn't mind if I didn't have an orgasm, my main goal was
to give her an orgasm, then maybe have one myself, but she
told me that other boyfriends that she had had only been
interested in themselves and finishing, fast, often letting
her to finish herself off.
As you may have guessed by now, we ended having sex
together, she was a virgin, although she had been with
other guys before, but had never passed the "heavy petting
state". Once we had sex, I was awed by it, but, I was awed
because of the sentimental relation that we had shared, a
thing she wasted no time in pointing me out again, by that
time, believe me, I already knew I wasn't normal, besides,
I had started looking at women much, much more, but in a
totally different way. I was envious, I envied everything
about them, I envied everything about being a woman, the
way they could get dressed, the way that they expressed
themselves, the way that they could feel sexy without being
bothered, their figures.
I started night and day, dreaming about being a woman, I no
longer looked at women as the other gender, but as the
gender I had to be, mind you, I wasn't gay, but I still
looked at men and wondered, wondered about being with them
while being a woman and as my discomfort with being a man
grew, I started remembering things from my childhood,
things I had blocked out because everyone laughed at me. I
was a very skinny, very small kid and I liked to play girl
games, and didn't like men sports, so every bully in the
block would pounce on me, that with some childhood problems
in my house was why I had blocked those memories and built
myself to be a sports star who everyone thought was very
strange but no one dared confront. But all the memories
where flooding in, and with that, an even greater obsession
about my wrong sex.
At the same time, I was very angry at myself, I thought of
all my possible ways out, I couldn't stay a man, because I
dreamt about being a girl, about having boobs, having a
pussy, to be able to feel myself sexy whenever I wanted.
Starting a sex change had major problems, one was that I
lived in a very old society (compared to the US) and it
would break my parents heart to have a transsexual son and,
it wouldn't be easy either, as there aren't sex change
doctors who help transsexuals here, believe me, I looked.
The other reason was, as I already told you, I was a very
muscular and square shouldered man, and, rightfully I
thought, no man would like a woman who looks like an
Olympic male swimmer.
You may be wondering what happened with my girlfriend?
Well, as I told you before, she found these strange little
things about me, and she realized my problem even before I
did. By the time this happened she was the only woman who
could give me a boner, and that was because I loved her.
That special night when it all happened we were having sex,
and I was underneath her (you can imagine, of course why I
liked to be underneath, and it was NOT a fetish for being
submissive) when she sat up, still impaled on me and
started slowly raising and lowering herself with her eyes
closed, suddenly she opened them and I thought that they
shone, although at the time I discarded it as reflecting
light.
She then asked me slowly, "Love, do you have a problem?"
I, of course, answered her immediately that I didn't have
any problem at all, but she continued saying that until she
stopped suddenly and asked me, "You would like to be a girl
wouldn't you?"
Before I could catch myself I heard myself answering her
with a hurried yes, as I said this she closed her eyes and
began jumping on top of me again slowly increasing her
speed until I could fell a warm feeling in my crotch that
started mounting and then spreading all over my body, until
I passed out.
When I woke up, I could see light coming through the
window, I felt very, very tired, as if I had been running
for a long time without stopping, I looked beside me, and
there was my girlfriend, silently looking at me, smiling
with a rather strange smile, I told her good morning,
wondering at how cackled my voice sounded, and kissed her
on the lips, instantly feeling strange, as if I was kissing
another person. The lips didn't seem to match with what I
was used to.
Seeing the confused look on my face only made my
girlfriends smile turn into a leer, "Go on", she told me,
"see if you like yourself now."
Instantly I was wide awake, and sat up on the bed, and felt
a weight in my chest that wasn't there the night before I
looked down and saw a perfect pair of boobs in my now
narrow chest, with very soft skin, I stared at them in
amazement and looked at my hands, now soft and very
feminine.
I jumped out of my bed and stood in front of a full-length
mirror, what looked back at me was a gorgeous girl of about
18 with reddish-brown hair, green eyes, high cheekbones
full pouty lips, a slim neck that started in a small frame
with delicate small arms, breasts that were a little larger
than usual for the frame but standing up as if defying
gravity, a very slim waist that ended in rounded tights and
followed by slim but shapely legs that gave a shape like an
hourglass to the overall figure, the skin was very soft and
delicately tan, very soft and hairless except for the head,
and a little tuft in the crotch. Turning around I saw a
very womanly behind, incredibly sexy.
Astounded I moved one delicate hand to my crotch and
explored it, to see if I was dreaming, but my fingers
separated two very womanly lips, and found a very womanly
snatch, then, I raised my hands to my face and started to
cry softly, my girlfriend then came to me and asked me what
was wrong, why was I sad, but I wasn't sad I, was crying
tears of joy, for I had finally seen myself as I wanted to
look at myself in a mirror, I looked at the mirror without
hate for myself for the first time in a long time, as long
as I can remember, I was finally happy with myself.
I lived the rest of my days (until today at least) very
happy being a woman, I had many adventures as a woman,
which I appreciated more than regular women, but those are
other stories which I may publish later...
As for my girlfriend, as you may have guessed, she was a
witch; she turned me into the beautiful woman I am now and
was a sister for me, and still is.
If you want me to post more stories about myself please
mail me and ask me,
Goodbye
MOTA
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