RANSVESTIA

As a masterful display of masculinity it was pretty pathetic but it did have an effect though not quite the one I intended. Within seconds he was no longer in my arms for I was in his, half bent over back- wards, his lips pressed hard against mine as he crushed me fiercely to him. It was so sudden and so wonderful. He was strong and I felt weak and helpless in his grasp. I surrendered completely, so squeezed in his arms that I could hardly breathe, his lips fused with mine, feeling his tongue penetrate and explore my mouth at first. gently and then urgently and fiercely almost, it seemed, to the back of my throat.

Perhaps if I had been a real girl in the arms of a real man I might have been more on my guard but I wasn't and the slight relaxation of his hold on me as he freed one hand to caress the curves of my waist and hips did nothing to prepare me for the sudden thrust under skirt and slip or the indignity of a swift, thorough and none too gentle finger investigation.

But even if I wasn't a real girl I reacted like one. I wrenched myself free of his encircling arms, slapped his face hard and then collapsed in tears on the sofa. In seconds he was on his knees beside me babbling incoherent apologies and explanations.

"I'm sorry darling but I just had to do it-I had to find out-you're so lovely and—and you're everything I've ever wanted-and now I know it's true—and I've found my dream at last. And darling I'm so sorry and and I'm so glad. Oh my love-" and—and

He sat on the sofa and put his arm round my waist gently pulling me towards him so that my head rested on his shoulder. And as I instinctively cuddled up to him, still very tender beneath my skirt where his fingers had probed so urgently, still snuffling and tearful it dawned on me that something wonderful was about to happen.

"Ever since I was little I've known that I was odd. Dolls and dresses and the things which other little girls adored never attracted me and only boys' interests have ever given me pleasure. I've always worn shirts and pants-the last time the aunt I lived with managed to force me into a dress was when I was eleven. After that I was too big and strong for her to risk trying again. More and more as I grew older I wanted to be a man, to have been born into the form that all my desires and instincts demand and more and more as time has passed

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