My first time
From when I was a kid, I liked wearing my mom's high heels. Later on, one afternoon I found something inside the laundry that had been washed and it was a treasure for me, a thong. I was so excited... I knew I had to wear it, so I waited long enough, one afternoon everyone went out to a party, which gave me the opportunity to wear it, I ran to my sister's room and took it out, trembling with nerves, excitement... and finally when I put it all on, I felt it, I knew I had been wrong, I knew I wasn't a man, I was a woman... and I should be one.
Years passed and when there were problems at home, I decided to leave at 14 years old. However, my goal was to be a beautiful woman who would raise gazes and desires to take me so I lived in many places, saving all the money I could. At 16, I hadn't developed all the secondary male characteristics, my back wasn't as big and my voice wasn't very rough... when I did studies, the Dr told me I had a lot of progesterone in my body, much more than usual for a man, and that explained my feminine features. I told him I wanted to be a woman and needed to start hormonal treatment, which he said would be expensive and I said it didn't matter... so he sent me a diet and exercise plan. The first years were tough because I still wasn't wearing women's clothes on the street and much less had relationships with someone... yes, I was still a virgin, I obsessed so much with being a woman that I decided to see myself as one to have a life like one. Many years passed and the hormonal treatment made me very pretty, I kept saving up to get my breasts operated (after all, I always saw myself as a woman with big breasts and the treatment hadn't managed to increase them) so at 18 years old, I finally got enough money (the truth is that becoming a woman is very expensive and difficult unless you work in prostitution) and I had surgery. From the breasts, they remained just as I wanted and my waist accentuated them even more, at that moment I thought how sexy it would be with heels a good pair of pants and a correct blouse, I liked dressing decently because although the slut likes men to imagine what's under the clothes, I had noticed that they love imagining what's under the clothes and with tight pants and blouses that show enough you drive them crazy.
I didn't study any career and barely finished prep, however I managed to get people who helped me a lot and without any career I was able to position myself in a good company with a good job and of course a good salary, so now that I'm a physically decided woman I decided that all my money is destined for living the life I always wanted. I had taken a break from everything so that when I had my breasts and the modifications on my waist and nose, the first day I put on a tight pair of pants at the hip, a blouse that showed my navel with a little scoop above, light makeup and small boots but with needle heels and I went to my new job...
It was an enterprise which I won't say its name but had more men than women, when I made my triumphant entrance everyone looked at me and noticed how they desired me and talked about me, I didn't know if they had realized that I wasn't a woman or not but I was sure of myself... until with the passing days I received a message which said... Hello I dared to ask for your number, hope it doesn't bother you...
And that's all for today, I'll tell you what happened with that message next time.
From when I was a kid, I liked wearing my mom's high heels. Later on, one afternoon I found something inside the laundry that had been washed and it was a treasure for me, a thong. I was so excited... I knew I had to wear it, so I waited long enough, one afternoon everyone went out to a party, which gave me the opportunity to wear it, I ran to my sister's room and took it out, trembling with nerves, excitement... and finally when I put it all on, I felt it, I knew I had been wrong, I knew I wasn't a man, I was a woman... and I should be one.
Years passed and when there were problems at home, I decided to leave at 14 years old. However, my goal was to be a beautiful woman who would raise gazes and desires to take me so I lived in many places, saving all the money I could. At 16, I hadn't developed all the secondary male characteristics, my back wasn't as big and my voice wasn't very rough... when I did studies, the Dr told me I had a lot of progesterone in my body, much more than usual for a man, and that explained my feminine features. I told him I wanted to be a woman and needed to start hormonal treatment, which he said would be expensive and I said it didn't matter... so he sent me a diet and exercise plan. The first years were tough because I still wasn't wearing women's clothes on the street and much less had relationships with someone... yes, I was still a virgin, I obsessed so much with being a woman that I decided to see myself as one to have a life like one. Many years passed and the hormonal treatment made me very pretty, I kept saving up to get my breasts operated (after all, I always saw myself as a woman with big breasts and the treatment hadn't managed to increase them) so at 18 years old, I finally got enough money (the truth is that becoming a woman is very expensive and difficult unless you work in prostitution) and I had surgery. From the breasts, they remained just as I wanted and my waist accentuated them even more, at that moment I thought how sexy it would be with heels a good pair of pants and a correct blouse, I liked dressing decently because although the slut likes men to imagine what's under the clothes, I had noticed that they love imagining what's under the clothes and with tight pants and blouses that show enough you drive them crazy.
I didn't study any career and barely finished prep, however I managed to get people who helped me a lot and without any career I was able to position myself in a good company with a good job and of course a good salary, so now that I'm a physically decided woman I decided that all my money is destined for living the life I always wanted. I had taken a break from everything so that when I had my breasts and the modifications on my waist and nose, the first day I put on a tight pair of pants at the hip, a blouse that showed my navel with a little scoop above, light makeup and small boots but with needle heels and I went to my new job...
It was an enterprise which I won't say its name but had more men than women, when I made my triumphant entrance everyone looked at me and noticed how they desired me and talked about me, I didn't know if they had realized that I wasn't a woman or not but I was sure of myself... until with the passing days I received a message which said... Hello I dared to ask for your number, hope it doesn't bother you...
And that's all for today, I'll tell you what happened with that message next time.
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