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By Janet Baker
As a kid I played with boys and girls. At nine I played in the
attic of a friend, found a pair of girls' tap dancing shoes, and
tried them on. I didn't know it then but in retrospect, I believe
I evidently had some mis-wiring in my chromosomal configuration.
While in the fifth grade I fantasized about keeping a cute
classmate in some kind of caging. I'm not sure of its nature or
design, but it was a place where I kept her. I had at that age no
idea what to do with her but I must certainly have been emotionally
involved. I guess that means I had a crush on her; she was a cute
kid.
Then we moved away, life changed, my environment changed, I got
older, and school was different. I still liked girls and found that
I also liked women's shoes, seeing pictures of them in newspapers
and catalogs. I had an occasional flash of desire to be a girl, but
nothing too serious during my teen years, which were filled with
work, school, and the usual teen activities. I continued to develop
a deep preference for girls and tried my darnedest to bed them
without success. I had a girl friend, but she remained a virgin
until someone else deflowered her, made her pregnant, and married
her (the marriage lasted only a short time). We never did see each
other again.
After college and grad school I started Information Technology work
in New York. It suited me perfectly, since I could work from home
a large percentage of the time, and found a nice apartment down in
the Village. I loved Village life -- it was free wheeling and
tolerant, with lots of good restaurants. I regularly dined at a
great restaurant on Baxter Street.
While attending school, I learned that I had a proclivity for
women's things as well as for women themselves. After school, when
I lived by myself, I dated. I had a few 'steadies' but
increasingly I found myself buying and wearing women's clothes;
Armani, Gucci, the Ralph Lauren Leopard collection, oh yes and a
lovely red suit by Dior; and of course lingerie, shoes, wigs, and
dresses. At home only, since I had not yet realized the extent of
my movement toward womanhood, and initially I had no desire to
'pass'. Yet, as time went on I started to think about going out
dressed, of 'passing' as a woman. The thought excited me.
Some time later, I visited Michael Salem's upscale TG boutique in
Manhattan. I was able to learn makeup techniques there and buy some
gowns and costumes. I also bought breast forms to give me a proper
feminine figure. I adore the feeling of nylon panties, so
caressable, so smooth, so slick to the touch. With loving care I
pull on my pantyhose, again, so smooth, they make my legs look so
pretty.
I spent hours on the internet discovering that there were quite
literally millions of persons like me, either simply cross dressers
or in many cases, people who were really transgendered. Many of
these folks were in various stages of the transition from male to
female, again many going all the way with sex reassignment surgery
(SRS).
I became somewhat concerned over my desires and sought out a
therapist specializing in gender disorder. And learned, as I
suspected, that I was one of millions with a gender disorder. He
explained to me that doctors believe that a chromosome error may be
providing a female component to a male, which over time may surface
as a largely female personality, to a lesser extent a female
physical appearance, wherein the man increasingly desires female
trappings and eventually an increased female appearance. Ultimately
some people realize their desire is a serious compulsion which
results in their journey, a difficult journey, toward womanhood. I
was quite comforted to learn that I was not peculiar or crazy, just
slightly different, slightly 'miswired'. But more than being
comforted I was thrilled since I could now enjoy my dressing and
the liberating feeling of my changing identity without guilt
feelings.
I could look in the mirror and see a woman, not just a fellow in a
dress. In my case, I was always somewhat slender, a bit shorter
than average, with luxuriant blond hair. So it was easy for me to
see a woman.
My therapist, after numerous sessions, determined that I was in
fact somewhat transgendered and could, if I desired, undertake
hormone therapy and perhaps ultimately undergo SRS. The decision to
do so would rest with me.
I returned to my apartment, mulled and meditated, reflected, and
considered my future. For the present I decided to continue my
dressing, and I found myself increasingly desiring to present
myself as a woman. I had not yet appeared in public as my femme
persona, Janet, but more and more I wanted to pass my time dressed.
Whenever I was home, I dressed. I was almost a recluse, remaining
in my apartment dressed most of the time. Of course, when I went
to the office I dressed in normal men's clothing.
One day, our IT manager announced that a colleague was
transgendered, and from now on would dress continually as a woman.
His, now her, transgender status was supported by the management,
and tolerance and respect would be the order of the day. This event
told me that I could do the same if I wished. I went to the manager
and told him a little of my history and indicated that I would also
like to come to work en femme.
The manager having no objection to my proposal, I embarked on a
serious transformation by scheduling a makeover, nails, hair,
makeup and even electrolysis and waxing. I expanded my shopping
trips, buying many clothes, especially clothes for work, lovely
business suits, dresses, and shoes, shoes, shoes, handbags, and
jewelry. This change in work conditions permitted me to start
hormone therapy, and after some months my breasts became more
prominent and best of all, gained some sensitivity. It was fun,
pleasant for me to manipulate my breasts and nipples.
On a typical day I would wear my bra, forms, panties, pantyhose,
wig, blouse, short satin skirt, and my darling little Mary Jane
patent heels. They have a three inch heel, just right for wearing
all day long. I finished with pearls to give the right accent at
neck and wrist.
I found myself in a dilemma. I still considered myself
heterosexual but I rarely dressed as a man. As I went back and
forth to work I continually noticed men eyeing me as I would still
eye women. This wasn't right, somehow, So I started going out to
clubs, bars where singles would meet and perhaps dance. Naturally
I was approached by men who would buy me drinks and ask to dance.
I danced.
Of course.
I was attractive.
I was held closely by my partners; it was most pleasant to be held,
comforting. Frequently my partners would become tumescent and we
would dance apart until the erection subsided, then become close
again. I would smile at my partner as I pulled closer to him. The
mutual body language was most pleasing. My partner would realize
that I was not offended by his becoming erect.
My internet interludes exposed me to a sexual variant known as
bondage. I became fascinated with such images and found myself
becoming sexually excited, aroused. I started to fantasize about
being bound by a partner, at first a woman, then a man, but I also
feared being bound and made helpless by someone I didn't know and
thus could not really trust. I fantasized about being a woman and
being bound and subjugated by a man. The thoughts remained with me,
and I continued to wish for a bondage experience. These fantasies
made me feel more like a woman.
I went out to a dance club one night, dressed attractively in my
LBD, black stockings, pearls, and black satin strappy sandals (I
had had my hair done that afternoon). I looked really hot. It only
took a few minutes of sitting at a bar when I was approached by a
fellow who offered to buy me a drink. I accepted, we chatted, we
danced.
"I'm new here, do you come here often?"
"I've been here before, but I don't recognize you, I guess you're
not a regular."
"I live in the Village but this bar is a good distance from my
apartment. I hoped that a new bar might have a new group and I
might find someone with common interests."
"Good point, any luck yet?"
"No, but I haven't asked you about your interests, your life. Good
time to ask if you are married or currently with a significant
other."
"No, not married, not steady, love ballet, theater, movies, do IT
for a living. You?"
"Arbitrager."
"Then you depend on computers a great deal."
"Oh yeah, my life's blood."
"What about entertainment, hobbies?"
"Ballet, primarily."
"Dance?"
"Sure."
We danced, slow and close, he held me very tightly, his right hand
at my upper back, pulling my chest close to his; his left hand
pulled mine around to my back at waist height in a dominating mode.
I breathed deeply, I was getting aroused, I looked in his eyes,
turned my head slightly for a kiss. He kissed me, gently, and
returned the gaze. "That was very nice," he said. "My name is
Joel, by the way."
"I'm Janet. Encore, encore un baccio. A kiss, again a kiss. Do you
recognize it? It's from Otello on his way to bed with Desdemona."
"Sounds better in Italian. Could I walk you home?"
"I'd like that, but I don't get intimate on a first meeting, well,
not beyond some hot kisses, you do kiss with elegance. Perhaps we
can try that again."
"Love to, let's go."
We walked arm in arm to my apartment, I invited him in, we had
coffee, exchanged some passionate kisses.
"I'd like to see you again. The bar perhaps? Or should we make it
something more formal? The ballet perhaps?", he said.
"Great, the ABT is doing Giselle next week, see if you can get
tickets."
Another series of kisses later we said goodnight.
I was troubled. I liked the guy, but I was still a male with all
the requisite male equipment. What to do? How to handle it?
He called, gave me the scoop on tickets, and we agreed on meeting
for a light dinner before the ballet.
Joel arrived, we took a cab uptown to the ballet. It became
evident during our chats that Joel had no idea that I was anything
other than an attractive woman. He seemed to be quite comfortable
with me, holding hands, now and then giving me a surreptitious
light kiss. Dinner was fun, we learned more about each other; the
more I learned, the more I liked him ... but.
He liked me, I could tell, a girl always knows ... oh oh ... but.
The ballet was stunning. We returned downtown and went to the club
where we'd first met for some dancing. We danced, very
intimately, I rubbed my pelvis against him shamelessly. I was hot
too ... but ... . He rubbed me back, and whispered,
"I want you, I really want you."
"Oh God, we have to talk", I replied.
"Huh?"
"We must talk, privately, quietly, there are things you must know
about me; I am not all that I seem."
"Oh Christ, every time I meet a girl I like, she has issues. What's
the problem?"
"We must be quiet, you must not be loud, express shock, please just
chill out."
"OK, give me the bad news."
"I am transgendered, for me that means I am on my way to becoming
a complete woman; for the present I still retain certain masculine
attributes. We have never discussed this subject so I have no idea
what your attitude might be and I was nervous and reluctant to
broach the subject. But now ... we must have some plain talk."
He was quiet for a moment. "Now what?" he said finally. "I ...
must do some thinking ... I really like you. We have a lot in
common, we have had some good times together, even without sex."
"Just relax, take your time, there's no urgency, I'm not going
anywhere, we can talk, maybe we can explore ourselves a little.
Let's dance again, have a drink or so, then return to my apartment
and you can learn more about me."
As we danced he said, "Funny, I have issues too, relating to my
sexual preferences. I think that our chat this evening is going to
be very very interesting."
We danced, slow and close, I rubbed my belly and pelvis against
him, and he became hard. I smiled up at him, put my head on his
shoulder, then kissed his earlobe, breathed deeply, rubbed him
again. We drank a few more cocktails, then left. When we arrived
back at my place we were both ready.........randy but we had to
talk.
"Who's first?", he said.
"You go, I doubt that sexual preferences can possibly take longer
than my problem."
"Well, to be blunt, I like bondage games."
My jaw dropped, I gasped, smiled, replied, "guess what!"
"You too?"
"Yeessss."
"OK, but now it's your turn, tell me more about your being
transgendered."
I recounted my long journey to my present status including my trips
to the therapist and the fact that I was in hormone therapy, that
in fact many bodily changes have already occurred.
"Fascinating, Janet, we have a lot to think about. But in the
meantime, lets have some fun. I would love to tie you up."
"I'm frightened, Joel, I don't know you very well ... "
"Here's my drivers license, call a friend give her the information
on the license, tell her we are about to become intimate and to
check back with you later this evening and you'll tell her all
about it. But talk only to you. Will that be OK?"
I did, I called Jennifer, a work friend, told her what was up and
to please call later to make sure I am OK.
"Now."
"How do you want me?"
"Take your dress off, we don't want to mess it up."
I stripped to my bra, panties, stockings, left my pearl necklace
on, and helped him find all the rope and toys we might use. I sat
down on a chair, and he tied my ankles, then my legs above my
knees, then tied my wrists together behind the back of the chair,
forcing my breasts out. while I watched, he undressed, then went
behind me and rubbed his cock against my arms. It got quickly very
hard. I could hardly wait for it to be plunged into my ass or my
mouth. Of course, where I was tied he could do neither.
He undid my bra, caressed my breasts, knelt down on the floor,
suckled my nipples.
He untied me from the chair, helped me kneel, tied my arms tightly
together above the elbows and around my chest above and below my
breast line, and pulled them so tight I squealed. But I endured
because I loved the tight bondage so much. "Now Janet, your mouth,
open wide, hold your breath." He plunged his cock all the way into
my mouth and throat, thrust quickly a few times, then withdrew. I
gasped for air and waited for the next assault. It came quickly and
quickly he came, spurting his sperm down my throat, making me choke
and then swallow.
"Sweet Janet, that was great, you are fantastic, rest now, we will
try some more rope tricks then."
My alter ego Janet loved to be tied with ropes, ropes took longer
than chains or cuffs, prolonging the pleasure. Joel, after having
shot a load down my throat, laid me down on the floor for a full
hog tie. What is a full hog tie? Picture me gagged, face down on
the floor, arms tied behind me in four places, four loops around my
chest and upper arms above my breasts, four loops around my arms
below my breasts, four loops around my arms at waist level, arms
tied tightly together above and below elbows. Finally wrists tied
together and then to my ankles which were also tied together and
around my shoe heels. I loved it, I could only squirm a little and
moan. He rolled me onto my side, squeezed my breasts, rolled me
prone again. He untied my ankles from my wrists, straightened my
legs out, pulled my panties off, spread my legs, lubed his cock and
my ass and slowly inserted his cock into my rectum. I loved every
inch of it, alternately relaxing and squeezing until it was thrust
deeply into me....
He took my gag off, I thanked him...
Oh god, what a screwing! He lubed me, thrust his rock hard cock
into my rectum, slowly at first, then faster and deeper until I was
sore and he came with a mighty thrust. I loved every second of it.
I was still roped tightly, wrists, arms, ropes around chest. He put
my panties back on me, tied my legs together above the knees, stood
me up and told me to walk, he liked to see me helpless, breasts
thrust out. He didn't know it but I loved to strut back and forth
in front of the mirror admiring my breasts, and now with my arms
tied behind me I looked even more erotic, I was starting to get a
hard on. I couldn't walk too well with my knees tied but that was
the idea, he wanted me to look awkward and helpless. I loved it.
"Ready to suck cock, Janet?"
"Yes, yes, are you ready, or just asking?"
"Shortly, turn around, use your hands."
I turned, my back to him, felt his flaccid cock and started to
massage and squeeze it. He quickly got hard, he turned me, helped
me onto my knees, and held his cock at my face.
I smiled up at him, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and
touched his cock. He quivered, thrust it into my mouth. I sucked,
moved my head back and forth. He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, and
thrust some more. He held my head and shoved his cock deep into my
mouth, down into my throat.
I gasped, gagged, pulled my head back and gasped for breath, then
he thrust again, ejaculating into my mouth. He held my head, cock
still in my mouth so I had to swallow.
I rested a while, swallowing, licking my mouth clean, I started to
stand but he held me down, then roped my ankles together,
immobilizing me. I loved the helpless feeling. He roped my wrists
back onto my ankle ropes, making again a hog tie but in the
kneeling position. "I want you to stay there until I am ready for
another blow job."
"Well I sure can't move now, can I?"
"No, I think I'll just sit here and watch you wriggle and try to
get loose."
"Oh you want me to get loose?"
"If you can, its fun watching you."
I wriggled without success. He laughed at my attempts, got hard
again, and presented his cock to my face again............
**********
A week later, Joel left after a really delightful evening. He
hesitated at the door, said, "Janet, I really like you, you are one
fun lady, one fun screw, but ... I have family concerns ... I am an
heir to a fair amount of money and I really want to have children,
not only to have heirs but also because I love kids. Obviously you
can't have children even after SRS and I wonder whether with your
bigendered mind you could be a proper mother for adopted children.
I don't know, but I wonder, and it's important to me. I would like
to see you again -- we had good fun, but I warn you, our
relationship may not go anywhere."
"I understand, completely, but I am willing to see you again. We
do have lots in common and yes, you are a good bedmate also. I am
going to bed tonight dreaming about impaling myself on your cock,
slowly lowering myself onto you until it is all the way into my
rectum, then I am going to squirm, wriggle, thrust up and down
until I make you shoot sperm up into my bowel."
Even so, we had only one more date and then he ended it.
I was lonely without Joel, I cried myself to sleep that night,
considered suicide, asked myself why had God made me confused,
bigendered, what did I do to deserve this?
**************************
Months later I had largely recovered from losing Joel.
I was feeling a little horny. I itched with the desire to be bound
up but no one was there to help. I wanted a date with someone who
would tie me tightly, play with my boobies, my cock, and maybe even
fuck me. I get dates like that now and then, but not often enough,
and also I need to be careful since some dominant men are real
sadists. I really don't want to be injured or castrated or worse.
I should try to marry or live with some guy who will treat me like
a woman, tie me, kiss me, fuck me.
So I figured I better entertain myself as best possible.
I had all afternoon to have some private fun. I stripped, pulled
on my dildo brief, slid the dildo deep into my rectum, and squirmed
with delight. Then I dressed. I love my pantyhose, so slick, so
smooth, then my bra and my new smaller breast forms (my breasts
were growing nicely), and my blouse, skirt, and high patent heels.
I admired myself in the mirror, shook my boobies, caressed them,
they felt good. I practiced some ties, looped my white nylon rope
around my ankles, then looped it around my legs just above my knees
and tied it.
The doorbell rang. I couldn't move, it rang again, the door opened,
damn, I forgot to lock the damn door. Some guy walked in, there I
was sitting on a chair, legs tied, dressed.
"Oh oh, are you OK? Who tied you, what happened?"
"I ... I.."
"Here, let me untie you."
"Thank you, Who are you?"
"I'm Roger, a friend of Joel, perhaps he mentioned me."
"Joel told me that you were a special friend of his and that you
might welcome a new acquaintance. But who tied you? Were you
robbed, hurt?"
Speechless, I muttered, "Uhhh."
He untied me, I straightened myself up.
I said, "I'm OK, I don't wish to discuss it but since you are here,
lets have a drink or so, get acquainted, tell me how Joel is
doing, I haven't seen him for some time."
"He's fine, engaged now, misses you, he told me so, told me about
you and suggested I look you up."
God, was I relieved. I relaxed.
"Janet, Joel told me you like bondage games and I suppose you were
tying yourself when I arrived. You don't need to answer, it was
apparent. Joel, knowing that I like bondage also, suggested that I
look you up. He said that you were great in many ways."
"We could play, but a bit later, sometime, when we are better
acquainted."
"OK."
"Roger, before I engage in B games, I like to have a back up for
safety, would you mind if I call a friend, give her your info
before we start? Also I want to call Joel for old times sake and to
thank him for sending you to me."
"Sure, go ahead, here's my ID."
"Roger, the evening has just begun, lets go out have a snack, chat
a bit, hit the club, dance, really get acquainted."
"Fine with me but untying you has already gotten us to know each
other."
"Yeah, but I need a walk, a drink, and some belly to belly dancing.
While we dance you can whisper to me, telling me how you want to
tie me up."
"OK, I'm game, let's go."
Later when we returned to my apartment, we shared a few passionate
kisses and he asked if we could start a few basic ties.
Ready I was, I replied, "Oh, lovely, I really need a good roping,
I have been itching for it."
He thought about it, looked at my collection of ropes, shackles and
chains and motioned for me to hold my hands out in front of me. He
roped my wrists together, tossed the rope over a wall hook (its
function was obvious), and hoisted my arms up over my head and
secured the rope. I was left sitting on the floor, back against the
wall, legs in front of me. He unbuttoned my blouse, played with my
boobies, put his finger between my legs, tickling my cock. I
smiled, laughed, encouraged him to continue, asked him to tie my
arms around the elbows. I just liked rope and more rope. I smiled,
and said "you know, I have a dildo stuck into my ass, but I could
still entertain you, would you like me to suck you off?"
"Yes but you are too low, let's put a footstool under you." He did,
it brought me up to sucking height. He opened his fly, brought out
his cock and I started to suck. Being tied, helpless, and being
"forced" to suck cock or be fucked was more fun than anything else
I could imagine.
I liked Roger, he was expert at bondage, and I could tell that from
the first cords he put on me. Sitting on the low stool, I sucked
him off, then he put more ropes on me and I sucked him off again.
This time he asked me to hold the cum in my mouth while he watched
me hold it. That was fun, I swirled it around in my mouth, made
faces at him while I held the mouthful of delicious cum, a slightly
salty taste, all guys' cum tastes different.
We tried a new bondage; I stood, he roped my legs at the knees,
making walking very erotic and difficult. Since he could not cum
for a while, he gagged me with an inflatable gag, strapping it
around my head and pumping it up, filling my mouth, forcing my jaws
apart.
He sat me on a chair again, tying my wrists together behind the
chair and fastening the rope to a chair rung. Then to make me
uncomfortable he spread my legs to the chair legs even though my
knees were tied together. He roped my ankles, one by one to the
chair legs. With my feet tied back and my arms behind the chair
back, my breasts (my boobies) in their lace bra were forced
outward.
He moved a mirror to me so I could admire myself.
Oh so erotic!
With that gag filling my mouth I could hardly moan but I groaned as
best I could to let him know I was OK and still loving every
moment. He played with my boobies, fingered my cock, then sat down
to admire his handiwork.
I could barely squirm, but I did my best, and after some time his
cock revived, he carefully deflated my gag and removed it. He
wanted me to suck him again but I was tied so I could not reach his
cock. I was too high and too far back. He untied my hands from the
chair rung, got another rope, wrapped it around my neck and pulled
me frontward and down to cock height. He tied the rope around my
thighs, keeping me in position. He then grabbed my head and thrust
his cock into my mouth for another sucking session. Shortly, he
came, not as much cum, I held it until he said swallow.
I really liked Roger. I was still tied but I asked him if he was
married and could he see me again, I wanted more of him. I was
becoming Janet in body and in mind, I felt so female, I wanted to
cuddle with him, be with him, have him fuck me, suck his cock, be
his submissive sex slave, be tied, be waiting for him when he came
home from work. I would love to present myself to him, chained and
waiting, him having the keys to my locks and irons, handcuffs,
submission collar, maybe even my chastity belt. Oh god, I was so
hot just thinking about it....
Roger left after releasing me, saying that he would like to see me
again but just like Joel, he wanted a real woman, someone with whom
he could have children, someone he could present to his family and
friends. I understood, I cried, I said goodbye.
These submissive interludes with Joel and Roger convinced me that
I am a woman, in mind, and shortly will be in body. I shudder with
passion thinking about how I feel with these men, how I was really
born a woman but in a man's body, how wonderful when I have the
operation and become a total woman ready to face the world as the
new me, proud and female.
Some day, I will stand in front of a man and he will look at me as
I look at him and love will pass between us, unsaid but real ...
some day ... someday ... the right man, if there is one in the
world ... for someone like me. There will be no doubts, no
questions and I'll be happy, blissfully happy, and as obedient as
a child.
The end
(c) 2008 by Janet Baker
If there is interest, I will continue Janet's saga.
Comments most welcome.
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