Sometimes the man in me comes out but he does run away quickly

You all know I love everything femm. But every now and then strange things happen to me maybe its the hormones, maybe its a comment or a visual memory from the past - yes these times are very infrequent but they do happen. I wanted to share something with you all and find out if this happens to you. I grew reading comic books and wishing I had powers I wanted more than anything to be able to have the power to transform. 

I dreamed of being the Natalie she was the most popular girl in school and even then she knew her power as a women. For more years than I can remember my transformation dreams would take me over at night and I would be flung into a world of costumes and fantasy. 

What triggered the memory well I went to see The Green Lantern one of my most fave comic books. I loved the idea he could create anything it appealed to me. I Have never been to the cinema on my own. I  dressed in jeans and a tshirt and one of my cute cropped leather jackets and boots. I purchased my ticket bottle of water and a small sweet popcorn and sat watching the trailers 

The geeks started to come in some geeks even have girlfriends now. I sat watching the film. This is not a film review site but girls its ok your guy will love it. 

As I walked back home and passed several clothing shops it struck me that women wear costumes all the time and transform themselves every day - make up, glam up, glam down etc 

Sexy, frilly and ever so cute undies 

the girl you bring home to meet mum and dad etc

our costumes are now so much part of womanhood is that wrong? I wont be complaining as the costumes are what got me here in the first place 

Submissives 

Doms

Cute girlfriends 

Brides 

All a part of the costume women wear. So I started to think like that skinny, awkward lonely boy again what power would I have? Would I still dream of transformation? Would I still want to be who I am today if that geeky skinny boy knew the pain and emotional wreck he- she would become? 

I thought long and hard about what made me dress first - I know its the clothes that is what attracted me to womenhood then something changed, something clicked and Tabby was born. Would the clothes make the women! Would they give me power would I adore being in situations like a women would?

I turned the last corner and was almost home, my mind wandered and I began to think what would it be like if I could actually truly and fully transform into a women? Would I ever be me again or would I stay perfect and female? Would I experiment small breasts large breasts think curvy older younger 

Ofcourse I would so would you all I giggled almost annoyed with myself - I blushed and took the keys out of my handbag and entered my home. 

 

I closed the door and kicked off my boots and then put on the kettle and made myself a coffee. I took out a piece of paper and started to write things down. Things that I could remember that made me tabby

I had many bridal fantasies - dressing and sucking a huge cock on my wedding day with my bridesmaids around me all joining in 

  

Totally embarrassed now but I wanted to be Kim Possible - if you are laughing at me I don't blame you but please please understand - she was so powerful so strong but femm and sexy - OMG I am sooo blushing 

I would dream of being a college girl and taking on the football team 

Embarrassed moment number 2 I would sit on the loo to pee and have done so for many years and would always keep my knees together I felt so femm doing this 

I would dream of dressing up and modelling 

I wanted to be the centred of attention - just like Natalie was at school. 

I wanted Natalie to want me - some nights I was a man fucking her and others we were lesbian lovers 

I wanted to please men but felt huge shame about it - blushing like mad now - girls does this make sense to you?

I wanted to experience sex as a women to be really fucked really and truly man handled 

I would imagine being on star trek and being turned into a women by an alien experiment 

I wanted to be wonder women 

The white queen 

I even managed to get a super girl costume sneaked into my home many years ago and would dress as her and sit in my room posing 

I adored dressing Playboy bunny girl anything femm

I saved up for years to buy a Leia costume but never managed too 

Slowly I turned to more tangible things heels I adore them I don't have a pair of shoes (unless you include trainers) that have less than a 4 inch heel 

When I started to take hormones I started to find cocks attractive I always did but felt less humiliated by the fact - does that even make sense? 

I would dream of being a servant to a powerful man

Or a slutty girl at parties 

Recently I have been feeling more empowered as a women and less an object 

I somehow have been developing into a full women not only in body but in mind atleast it feels that way 

But every now and then I just blush and think of cock. 

Sucking it on my knees

Worshipping it 

Taking him into my mouth and moaning 

Then I blush and start to think more elegant thoughts - beautiful boudoirs 

Elegant dinners 

Stunning heels

Amazing hotels - holidays

Fashion 

womenhood and all the trinkets associated with it

Girlfriends

Strong men 

Dates 

Hotel room romps



Cute guys with hard cocks



Being taken

His cum 

I love cum - blushing like a whore now - do whores blush ;-) 

I would use his cream in coffee I just love the taste girls

I want what she has. We all know she has just had the best seeing to in her life and she just exudes sexual confidence, elegance and is perhaps the most perfect nymphet.

I want to be the cute girl in Paris - posing on my balcony 

and being ravaged at night 

I want an elegant man, to make love to me

I would be perfect for him - dressing in anyway he wanted I would give myself to him 

Become his collared pet 

His plaything 

I would try so hard to be proper and prim and prissy

 

 

 

But I would beg him to fuck me rape me use me 

to abuse me at his pleasure

I would dress in the most sensual lingerie 

Do anything he asks of me with others 

As I scribbled and drank my coffee I rubbed my sissy clit. I stopped finally something had clicked. I was doing all these things telling myself I would please a man do this with a man only because it was turning me on - I was just that little boy again just a little more femm and a little more experienced. Nothing has changed I still am defining myself by others metrics and by my sexual needs. 

I stopped stood up and went to my room took off all my clothes and wiped my face clean of what little makeup I had on and stood naked infront of my mirror...

Ok what do I like my bum is cute and pert, my breasts yes they are small but they are breasts, arms slender hate my thighs tummy is nice and flat but girly hate my hips and then my eyes settled on my tiny penis and I started to cry.

I started to stroke it and then pump it as hard as I could the hormones don't help and sometimes if I want to use my cock I have to stop taking the hormones for a week or so. I pumped my tiny hardish cock I giggled through the tears as the red fingernails seemed alien wrapped around the cock 

I just stood there wanking like a man I grunted and then came on my hand and the floor not much I stopped crying my cheeks burning red with shame as I licked the cum from my hand and tried to hide my cock and balls by crossing my legs...

I fell into bed trying not to scream 

I lay there for what felt like hours and then I said out loud my male name I had not said it in at least a year. I closed my eyes and wept.