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I Am Finally A Woman Episode 8 free porn video
I started my transition at 45, with the goal of becoming a sexy BBW. After
two years of electrolysis to get rid of my beard and quite a lot of
disgusting, unwanted body hair, by which I regained a smooth, dainty
appearance, I began taking hormones a few days after my birthday. Although
quite late, my decision to embrace my real gender finally signified the
onset of a new era of inner peace and self-realization. I had always
identified as a woman in my soul, and the blessed hormones were bridging
the gap between my body and my female soul. The endocrinologist at Macaon
had been stunned with my very quick feminization. He wrote it off to my
female nature having been repressed for so long, that now the woman in me
was bustling to come out. Indeed, it had been the vision of me as a woman,
one morning in the kitchen, to convince Mustapha to perform the transition
clitoris procedure. He was holding me in his arms, showering my nipples in
loving kisses. My breasts by then had become more rounded, pointed and
perky, real female breasts. While treating me like his woman, he whispered
in my ear: "Ophelia, my love, your breasts taste just like those of any
other woman. They are wonderful!" I was seconds away from weeping out of
the deepest joy and realization. Mustapha's loving words were striking the
womanliest chords in me, and all I could do was take his kisses and reward
him with my loyalty, devotion and servitude. In my heart and in my mind,
he was the absolute Ruler.
But the hormones continued doing their magical job. In the two months
after getting my trans clitoris, my breasts grew about another cup. My
areolas and nipples also grew a little bigger. Four months into my
transition, my chest had reached the perfect proportion with my belly and
shoulders. Mustapha was in adoration of my torso. To this day, he
maintains that was the most beautiful my breasts have been. The love
between us had evolved in a full spiritual, sensual experience. In the
kitchen in the morning, at the swimming pool in the afternoon, I bed at
night, I offered my body and my femininity to my master, the focus of my
life as a woman. In return, he infused his masculinity in me, kissing my
nipples, my antennae, the channels through which he communicated directly
with my female heart and soul.
The more tender love he infused in me with his warm, musky embrace and his
adoring kisses, the more I felt drawn to him in a very spiritual way. My
submission and devotion to Mustapha were now a permanent state of the
mind, the one and only reason for being a woman and living. When I was
alone during the day, whether doing housework, taking care of myself or
just relaxing, I always made sure he would be in my heart and my mind,
that he would be the object of my absolute adoration. In a similar way, my
four-month breasts and belly were now a temple to my femininity. Mustapha
was the God to which such temple was dedicated. Soon, he would take formal
ownership of me and I would become the sanctuary of his masculinity. For
eternity.
Emely
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