mmmmm...I'm so excited I'm going to have to do something to vent the pleasure I feel. I spent part of the morning readin

mmmmm...I'm so excited I'm going to have to do something to vent the pleasure I feel. I spent part of the morning reading stories of transsexuals who have had the fortune of being penetrated by men who for That's why I find myself eager to be in their places... I am Valeria, and I have not had the fortune of finding the man that satisfies my desires to make me feel like a complete woman. From the age of 11 I started dressing in my sister's clothes and one or another of my mother's clothes. Usually it was panties and bras. On other occasions there was a neighbor who asked to borrow the patio. the house to hang his clothes. When I was alone I took advantage and put myself out there. clothes that were hanging (like panties, bras and even skirts and blouses). I was fascinated by the delicacy of the garments, the colors and the texture of the fabrics. Years later, apart from putting on women's underwear, I began for using utensils to self-penetrate, sometimes it was vegetables, others, pieces of wood that I myself shaped into penises. When I started working I had the money to buy clothes for me. They were always stockings, garter belts, panties (the delicious thongs were not yet fashionable) and the occasional skirt. Same when I had girlfriends, yes managed to gain the trust of staying alone in their houses, I took the opportunity to rummage through her drawers and put on several of the clothes I found there. So the years went by and each time I became more and more things, I completely declared myself a Closet Transvestite and I ended up having penises of latex, the clothes became a series of sexy garments with which even Today I feel full of joy and pleasure: Corssets, garter belts, stockings, thongs, short tight dresses and a pair of high heels. A few years ago I dared to hire the services of a transsexual girl with whom I met in a hotel. The first time I didn't bring anything of girl's clothes and we made love like a normal couple. On that occasion I had the opportunity to have his penis in my mouth, but although I had already practiced a lot with latex penises I felt that my fellatio had not been as I would have pleased, but hey, the attempt was made. On a second occasion I was fortunate enough to contact the same girl but that time I did wear clothes (corset, thong, stockings and shoes in black color). When she arrived she was impressed in a way that suggested to me to dedicate myself to prostitution since my appearance as a woman was what they liked a series of clients that she had. I didn't dare but we remained friends. Since then I have dedicated myself to entering pages where they exist photos and stories of transsexuals. Whenever I finish visiting one of those pages I end up so excited that I seek to be alone to give free rein to the woman inside me. It is as if I entered a period (nothing comparable to that of a biological woman of course) in which my desires to be a woman are unstoppable. So today is one of those days from that period...mmmmm I WANT TO BE A WOMAN FOR A WHILE.