As if by magic

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What got you started?

I am asked by many girls and gurls what got me started on the path to womanhood?
          A desire to dress? To be submissive? Perhaps a need to suck cock? Giggle - what it was or is that makes you feel the need to be ever so femm share it in the comments section I / we are dying to know Ladies. Masters and Mistresses if you have a sissy or want one let us know what turns you on and why. 
          I had no idea about transgender when I started it was the lingerie and heels. 

          I had to have lingerie I would sneak my mums and sisters. Later when I moved to college I remember spending a fortune on Myla and LePerla undies and a small fortune which I certainly did not have on shoes. 

          I would adore the simple act of dressing then came the make up and I was fixated on lips and lipstick reds pinks were my must have colours the pout it was all about the pout.

          The world outside my bedroom did not exist only the play world and my mirror. Soon after I had to have breasts and my mind started to drift towards thoughts of others. First I wanted other gurls like me to be friends with. I would be overly femm with girls at Uni and spend a lot of time with the fashion girls dressing and playing. They never saw me as a guy and I remember being told to leave when a guy would turn up. I would leave and return to my room and cry all night. Desperate to be one of their group. At first I was too strange for them never getting an invite to any of their outside of dorm rooms parties, left at home only to marvel at their stories and pictures on their return. My mind played trick on me in my dreams as I lived though their stories and camera phone pictures. I imagined myself in the images dancing and being femm with them all. 

          Slowly my head full of thoughts of dressing with the girls being in their club and being their servant being their toy I would lie on the end of their beds listening to their stories blushing as they described how some young strong and virile man hand taken them to heaven and back. 

          Having done my research, my mind was set I travelled to Euston in London and shaking like a nervous leaf entered the most horrid and awful shop called Transformations - I wanted breast forms C cup I whispered to the shop girls (in my head I added so I could be like Emma). My thoughts were so jumbled I watched men and women come and go from the shop as I waited for the shop girl - blushing like mad I handed over a small fortune and with bag in hand I got on the tube and rushed back to my room. My mind was a swirl of images breasts girls being with girls now I could be real my hair was long I knew I looked femm now they could accept me.

          I rushed back and got dressed I strutted around my room the weight of the breasts in my bra and the way the jiggled made me swoon I was in heaven.]
          I put on my make up and styled my hair and then checked everything was in order I wore high waisted control knickers just to keep my little sissy clit in place matching bra and suspenders, stockings with seam and my 5 inch black peep toe heels I slipped into my femm dressing gown and stood by the door. 

My mind rushed with images of making love and being made love to. The girls touching my breasts lesbian lovers...

          Then I fell to my knees and wept. I was too cowardly to step out and walk the corridor to Emma's room and knock on her door. 

          Things went on as before but my thoughts and dreams started to contain mens faces fleeting glimpses of hard bodies strong men romanced filled my thoughts - being carried to my lovers bed teasing him with my womanly wiles

          Then I started to push my thoughts, I had to be more convincing I started hormones and dated guys any guy that would treat me like a girl 

          The stronger he was the better, the worst he treated me the better - I just wanted to be femm for him. 

          So gurls what got you started and where are you on your journey do tell - spill the beans...

Oh Miss Jones such troubled times you have endured. Well at least you are the best gurl you can be now. And one we all appreciate. Your frank honesty and open heart endures you to all of us - xx (Mr Black)

Sir where will this all end?

Well yes, I am afraid you are all probably going to come to a sticky end eventually. But take heart I do think you are all going to enjoy it. Oh yes it will be a bit sticky but by then you will like it. 

Don't you agree Miss Jones?

Wow Sir you really know how to get straight to the heart of the matter with us Gurls. 

Yes we all secretly long for a man to take us and make mad passionate love to us. To have our femm bodies wrapped tightly in his manly arms which Gurl would say no to that. 

We fear that final act of submission because it is the final barrier, the final curtain drawn open to the intoxicating light of womanhood. We fear it so much because that tiny little spark of manhood is still there before this act as silly as it sounds there is hope a Gurl might find her way back to being manly. We know once we have tasted that "sticky end" like a honey bee an nectar or a kitten with a bowl of cream we simply won't be able to say no to that way of life. As much as we want it we fear it. Sir is sooo right Gurls we all cum to a sticky end. But what he has not told you is where you go to next. 

Well ladies let me enlighten you all.

As you bask in the glow of your first female orgasm you can still feel his heat inside you, you can feel his cum slowly trickling out of your asspussy and dripping slowly onto your inner thigh the feeling is amazing you feel yourself aching for him to be in you, you feel empty a sense of lose you bite your lip knowing you want him to take you agin you feel his weight on you his cock is soft now he is breathing deeply and slowly you know he is asleep. You smile and slide gently out of bed as you stand you feel his cum slide out and run slowly down your inner thigh. You enter the bathroom and sit on the loo your cum stained panties around your ankle you feel sore, you wipe yourself clean and those your shameful, sissy cum filled knickers in the laundry basket and put on a fresh pair you giggle as you know realise why girls always have a panty liner to hand. You slide the knickers up your sexy legs and wiggle that ever so pert bottom into them and return to your man you lie on his thigh and gently play with his cock, sleep takes you...

Sounds wonderful but eventually you break up with him and your feel awful but one day at a club, coffee shop or even at a party you meet the next guy.

Now things get interesting...

Your new mind set is so much more femm your virginity is taken your more confident you know what you want and more you know how to show it. Guys start appearing out of the wood work your sassy, cute and a creature of true sensuality and femininity.

You begin to grow as a women your thoughts change, clothing remains important but you drift away from the bimbo facade, the maids outfit, the cliche schoolgirl all valid but they somehow are pushed to the back of your wardrobe and only see the light of day when you are being silly or feel like playing. 

You no longer act like a women you are one. 

You begin to seek female company, you become close to female friends in a way you never thought possible. Some lucky Gurls make real friendships and travel, explore, indulge in the real feminine world. 

You no longer play at dressing up and strut around your home alone drinking wine and feeling humiliated, shameful as you play with your clit - your a women and your adore the dressing and the preparation for a night out with your friends. 

You go on holidays together 

You experiment and giggle and blush about that silly night 

You talk about guys and how they make you all feel - things they do their cocks, their prowess nothing is off limits. 

The day finally arrives and you burst into tears when she your best female friend asks you to be her bridesmaid - you plan her hen night and you all have an amazing night 

Your female part grows she developed hobbies, ideas of her own she becomes a real person. 

She makes like minded friends. They introduce you to a new guy.

You submit to this new man he is everything to you when he takes you your mind slips away and your nothing but moans and panting your inner self a sea of pleasure as orgasm after orgasm flows through you. 

You love him and with all your body every single atom, every single thought, every single desire you want to please him you long for his cum to fill you and you.

A sticky end yes, but a wonderfully glorious one.