She is a boy!

Even as a young boy I can remember being intrigued by high heels and pantyhose. Whenever I had the chance I would sneak into my mothers closet and slip into her heels and pantyhose. Even at that tender young age my little cock used to get hard as a rock, and I loved to do it every chance I got. Little did I know that this fetish would follow me for the rest of my life. I was married at one stage but once that marriage failed I indulged my fetish for heels and hose to its fullest. I have over 40 pairs of high heels in my secret hiding place, and about as many pairs of pantyhose. I dont wear them all the time, just when I’m feeling horny.

My life has always been exciting at least to me. My name is Julie and I love being a tranny. You’d be surprised how many men love being with a chick with a dick. They try hitting on me as a woman but as soon as they find out I have something between my legs it seems to drive them wild. I’ve had a couple bad experiences, the good experiences far out weigh the bad though. I have a muscular body and I stand about five foot eight inches, plus with my implants I get some pretty incredible men follow me home. I’ve even had a few ask me to marry them, I’m just not the marrying type.

His face turned red at the site of my big, round, perky breasts which were less than a foot away from his face. I took his head and drove it between my boobs. He quickly put his hands on both of them and roamed his mouth around like he was searching for milk or something. I reached over and undid his button fly jeans which looked like they were cutting off the circulation to his head. He stood stiff as a board already and we hadn’t even gotten into the good stuff yet. As I pulled my shorts down to expose my own hardened excitement his face turned even more red. He didn’t pull away though, instead he put his hand down there making me shake in pleasure. Pushing his hand back I turned my back to him and felt his full thickness and I lowered my bottom down on him. I bounced my body in a rhythmic motion as I touched myself. We reach our peak together and it was definately a beautiful thing.

Shelly slowly lowered herself onto the couch beside the plumber, sitting close to him she felt her own desire grow for this man to take her right there on the living room floor. But Bob insisted on having a meaningless conversation about the weather, he felt awkward sitting beside a half naked woman. Especially this one, he found her irresistible. It had been over three months since Jim had been with a woman. He quickly found his need to have her growing. He placed his cup down onto the table and turned in her direction, putting his hand on her leg.
“I don’t know if you want to do this Bob”, Shelly spoke in a low tone as he brought his face toward hers. “Really Bob, I’m a shemale, I have a penis!”
Jim didn’t care, he started putting his hands all over her, they ventured between her legs and a rush heat went over Diane like never before. He pulled off his own clothes then moved to hers, pulling down her panties and ripping her shirt from over her head exposing her supple breasts. Jim had never seen a shemale before but he like what he was looking at right now. He rubbed between her legs while licking her protruding nipples.

It was my first year at college and I was 300 miles from home. It was great! Here I was 18 years old and on my own, no parents, no annoying siblings and no rules. Oh, and did I mention I had two women as roommates? Yeah, and they were cuties, but not my type. Now their boyfriends, on the other hand, were something to look at. Both of them had big, jock type boyfriends, one of them quite handsome and the other a little plain except for his rippling muscles. I guess at that age I would have to say I was some what messed up sexually. I found both men and women attractive, although I had never dated a man and women didn’t seem to quite do it for me.

My roommates at the time didn’t suspect a thing. To them I was just one of the guys. They had no idea that I wore their clothing when they weren’t home. And even tried out their make up, put on their shoes and pretending I was them. I’d talk to myself in mirrors and even pretend I was having sex with one of their boyfriends. I almost got caught on a few occasions, but managed to avoid being found out by the skin of my teeth. That is until one night when I fell asleep in one of my roommates bed with her nightie on.

I finally convinced this stripclub girl to do a little private show for me. So why are those eastern looking shemale’s always so beautifull ? Is it the smile, the body i still havent figured that one out.