Becoming shemale (Serai's story)
By: Anonymous
For my whole life I had felt my goal was to become a woman, and I had worked towards that goal step by step ,day by day. I loved being feminine, and was very lucky that my body was very feminine to begin with, all except for one part that is. I would joke that it seemed God had a sense of humour to make me so femme, and yet hung like a mule. The hormones helped with that and soon the embarrassing erections grew weaker, as did my desire for sex, and my breasts began to develop. Lovely small firm little breasts. I was and still am so proud of them.

I was looking forward to the operation that would change everything for me. II had worked very hard to get to this stage, and very soon would be getting the appointment in the post. Soon I would be exchanging my penis for a vagina, and I was very happy about the idea. I was embarrassed and uncomfortable with the way I was, and longed for it to be gone. I could never have imagined I would feel differently about things. As far as I was concerned my mind was made up. Then I met Mark.

He had replied to my ad and seemed very genuine and interesting, I agreed to meet him after only a couple of chats. Things did seem very promising, and soon the day of the meeting arrived. I raced about getting ready that morning feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of meeting him. I wanted him to get a good first impression, so I chose something sexy but not too tarty for a daytime meeting. Denim mini skirt and beige micronet tights, a pretty beige gypsy blouse and tan calf boots completed the look

As I brushed out my auburn hair and finished my makeup I knew it was going to be a special day, no bad hair day today! I looked exactly how I wanted to. I was hoping he would be as pleased with my appearance as I was. I didn't have much to worry about, I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was attracted to me, and as I sat talking to him I felt a strange excitement. A mixture of attraction and something I hadn't felt in a long time…arousal.

We ended up going back to my place for another coffee, and then sat on my bed talking some more and kissing. The smell of Egyptian musk incense that I burned combined with the smell of him was a very erotic combination. He slid his hand across my thighs as we kissed, and I felt a twinge. His other hand slid up my blouse and began fondling my erect nipples through my bra. I normally wouldn't do this on a first or even second date. I wasn't after casual sex, but I had let myself become so aroused by him.

I felt my cock begin to stir as his hand played further along my thigh, now I was approaching the point of no return. My heart was thumping in my chest, and my breasts tingled with arousal, and with each thud of my heart I could feel my erection growing. He was kissing me passionately now, and I was receptive to him, very receptive. I undid my bra and he teased my nipples with his fingers. Then the last shreds of resistance faded as I allowed him to slip his hand up my skirt, I slid my knees apart and sighed as he stroked my erection through my tights.

I lay back on the bed, and I felt him slowly pull my cock free of my underwear. It really felt so good, this part of me that I was so desperate to have removed, was now the centre of the most wonderful sensations. He gasped as it swelled even bigger in his hand, I had never been so hard in my life! 'Oh Serai what a beautiful shemale you make!' he sighed as he fumbled with his jeans to release his own throbbing hard on.

'Shemale' was a term I had never identified with, I had always seen myself as a transsexual, a woman in a mans body, a whole different thing to a shemale, which I regarded as a type of gay man with breasts. But as he touched me, and then called me that, I found it turned me on even more. 'Yes a shemale, that's what I am now, a chick with a dick, a dickgirl!' I ran the words over and over in my mind, and found that something had indeed changed in me. I wanted this now, and the more I told myself I was a shemale, the more aroused I became!

We took turns sucking each others cocks, and with each moment I felt my mental transformation to shemale becoming more concrete, all it needed was an action to confirm to myself and the world what I was. He must have read my mind, and seeing my erection hard as ever after all his attention, he knelt on the bed in front of me and said. 'Serai I want you to fuck me, I want to feel that lovely girlcock inside me.'

As I rolled a condom onto my cock I discovered a new sensation that I enjoyed, I loved the slick feel as it rolled down the length, and I sat looking at my erection in a new light. For the first time ever it was something beautiful to me, and not something to be ashamed of. I slid gently into him, and as I slowly pumped him he masturbated himself. I had never done this before, and had never even contemplated it, part of me was a little shocked at what I was doing. I knew that if I continued this, I would never be the same again. But I was loving it now, and so was he.

This was what I was now, I could never go back. I gave myself to the ecstasy of the moment, and with a shuddering orgasm, the most enjoyable one of my life, I sealed my change for good.
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