 Secrets
I had been carrying this secret since I was about nine years old. I never wanted to be a girl. I always wanted to be the boy that my dad wanted. I wanted to be and do the things that he wanted. I grew up playing in the dirt, running the streets, and I kept my hair cut short and no one ever really knew the difference until my body started to give me away.
Through out high school and a few years beyond I was always told I was she and that I needed to get out more often, but all I really needed was a dick and a pair of sneakers to make me happy.
I went through life for a long time not telling anyone about what I really wanted, I dated like my mother wanted me too and I went along with my friends talking about guys, sex and what we wanted but really I was soaking up all of this information so that I could use it on them one day.
It didn't really take long for my true transsexual side to open up once I started realizing what it was that I wanted in life. All I had to do was read about transsexuals online, meet a few others who have already been through all the 'hard stuff' making the transitions, coming out and living their daily lives.
My first encounter as a transsexual was quite a turn on. I went to a bar out of town where I didn't know anyone and I just sat around having a few drinks, dancing with the women and learning more about myself by the minute.
I had kissed a woman for the first time, and she thought I was a man. I didn't tell her any different either. I even felt her breasts, with my hand; I put my hand up and rubbed her tits when we were dancing so closely. It was a wonderful feeling and I only wished I could continue a relationship with her. I go back to that bar every once in a while hoping to see her there but I haven't. When I need a little pick me up when I am trying to pick another woman up I just think back to that first innocent night that gives me courage.
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