A Beautiful Lie !!

I wish I could say that I hated the way my new body felt. That I hated wearing bras and being on display for men. I wish I could say that I hated the way Ronald looked at me now like I was a piece of meat. Ever since the estrogens poisoning had taken away every once of manhood I possessed, I tried to convince myself it was terrible. However, it was hard to tell such a bold lie. I loved my new body and all of its curves. My new clothes dripped of femininity. I loved the soft fabric and lace. My breasts were perfect and I could not enjoy showing them off more, and shaving my long legs was the best part of the morning.




I wish I could tell you that I hated being thrown down onto the couch. Having my clothes torn off of me by some crazed maniac. But the truth could not be farther away. Ronald and I were both under the control of our hormones. I could not fault him for anything he is doing. I knew what I was doing as soon as I took off my top. I was wet and he was ready, I wish I could say that I had not been looking forward to this moment for a very long time. Though, as I am sure that you will find, I am a terrible liar.




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