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Feminine Acceptance
My best friend from childhood and I shared an apartment. We had been
roommates since high school graduation. Mark and I probably would never
have been friends if we did not meet at such a young age. He filled out,
and grew into a fine strapping man as was his father. I, on the other
hand, stayed very slender and had a slight build. My mother and father
were both pretty small so I never expected to be anywhere near the build
of my male classmates. It bothered me in my adolescence but after I hit
age 15, I accepted that I was a ?smallish? boy. Besides, when I hit
puberty, my older sister?s discarded clothes fit me pretty well. Many an
outfit found its way into my secret hiding place before making its way to
the second hand clothing store. I wrestled with the idea that I might be
transsexual, but it seemed to be just a hobby for me at the time. I did
not have any interest in losing my male parts. I just liked pretending.
Some boys looked at Playboy magazines. I, on the other hand either looked
at JC Penney catalogs and fantasized about wearing the pretty clothing,
or isolated in my room, clad in my sister?s clothes staring at my
reflection masturbating.
It was during a late afternoon in August of last year of 1996 when Mark
and I were shooting pool at the clubhouse in our apartment complex. We
were both dating but nothing serious as we both recently broke up with
our girl friends. As men do, we were having a conversation about sex, and
how much we missed getting it on a regular basis. Privately, I was happy
to be relieved of the expectation of performance by the male in me. It
seemed that my ?hobby? was morphing into something I wanted more of. It
was most certainly escalating. We both had quite a few beers and had a
nice buzz going.
The conversation went from casual, to intense when Mark asked me, ?Chris,
when you and Jenny were dating, did you ever have anal sex??
?No, I asked her if she wanted to once or twice, but she was not
interested.?
He touched my shoulder and asked in a hesitant tone, ?Are you familiar
with the kind of orgasm that one can achieve when the prostate gland is
stimulated??
I was taken aback somewhat and pushed his hand off of me. Then I did my
best to hide any knowledge by laughing. I was familiar with the concept,
but not the practice.
I will give you a little background as to what I mean. Being a closet
cross dresser most of my life of 23 years, the practice of wearing
women?s clothing and masturbating has escalated from one pair of
pantyhose, quite a few of my sister?s dresses at age 12, to a modest
wardrobe hidden in boxes at a storage facility at age 18, to actually
secretly getting a makeover at MAC cosmetics and attending a transgender
nightclub at age 22. That experience got me interested in playing the
role of female because of the overwhelming compliments and proposals of
actually going on a date with a man. That evening was the first time I
had ever discussed frankly the possibility of being a ?bottom? in a
sexual situation. Prior to that evening, I thought I was only interested
in sex with women. But taking on the role of the opposite sex made me
aware of an exiting new way to fulfill fantasies deep inside of me. Even
though I did not follow through with accepting proposals for sex that
evening, I tucked away phone numbers of ready and willing gentlemen. One
in particular, explained in great detail his ability to stimulate my
?pussy? with his hands and guaranteed me an explosive orgasm that I would
never forget. For the first time in my life, my fantasies took me to the
world of homosexuality.
I decided to tread lightly with my answer to Mark. ?I have read about it.
Why do you ask??
His answer shocked me. ?Well, Traci and I talked about it, but never
followed through. I became obsessed with the idea of stimulating her
prostate through anal intercourse to the point where it became the reason
she dumped me. Chris, I have read so much about it, I think that I am
attracted to it because I really get off on watching a woman achieve
orgasm. There are specific details that can easily be followed and I just
want to see if I can do it! I feel that I will go nuts unless I can have
anal sex with a woman!?
It certainly did not sound like a proposal, but he just kept looking at
me. My heart started pounding, and my mind immediately raced to
transforming myself into a woman and having anal sex with Mark. I
imagined him taking me into his arms and laying on top of me with a
raging hard on just begging to enter my virgin bottom.
What am I doing? Mark said ?a woman.? I quickly snapped out of my
daydream, put on my best male face and attempted to be a friend. ?So,
what are you going to do?? I asked.
?Well, I have to be honest. My curiosity got the best of me and I tried
to do it to myself.?
He stopped and waited for my reaction. When I leaned in to listen closer
instead of drawing back with a shocked look, he must have gotten a
comfort level because he continued with his explanation.
?I followed the instructions from a website on the subject of prostate
orgasms. I cleaned myself out with two enemas, and lubed my sphincter up
real good. The problem came with the inability to get my fingers in
position inside of me to stimulate properly. It was not a good
experience, and it felt to ?gay? for me. Besides, I do not want to be the
catcher. What really interests me is to be the pitcher. I want a woman
beneath me completely in my power. I want to fulfill her orgasmic
fantasies and moan for more of me. Then I want her to beg me for my
explosion of warm semen inside of her.?
Mark continued staring at me with his big blue eyes. It was becoming
uncomfortable as I felt myself sliding back into my homosexual fantasy. I
thought about what it might be like if he were to kiss me on the lips. He
was handsome. Girls were always waiting in line to date this guy. Why was
he staring at me with what appeared to be lust in his eyes? He started to
smile at me and then turned away as if he were embarrassed over his
behavior. He turned his back to me and nervously started talking again.
?Chris, have you ever thought about what it might be like to be a girl??
I could feel my face turn red. It felt as if someone lit it on fire! Why
was he asking me this question? Did he find my stash? I said nothing. He
turned and looked at me. My heart was racing. I felt a need to unload
this secret and share. I looked down at the floor. ?Often.? I said
quietly.
I looked up to see Mark smiling. I felt so vulnerable. It was as if Mark
was taking charge and I did not have to be. His smile told me that he
wanted me to tell him everything and he would accept it ad take care of
me. ?Chris, you are like a brother to me. I know you inside and out. Do
not be ashamed of your desires, and please do not be angry with me. I
can?t help but notice changes in you over the years. Jenny has some
strong feelings on this but chose not to bring them up for fear of
embarrassing you. I want you to allow me to help you get in touch with
what you want for yourself. Jenny even offered to help too.?
I was holding on to my last strand of denial ?Changes? What are you
talking about??
?C?mon Chris. You haven?t changed your mannerisms a little? Why are you
growing your hair so long?
I was completely done. My secret was now out in the open. I started to
cry. He hugged me. As we embraced, I felt this gigantic weight lift from
my shoulders.
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