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It’s been said that there are no better cocksuckers than men, and when you consider that men should know best how to work their own equipment, the reasoning is quite simple. I was once a professional cocksucker myself, so from my own experience, I know this to be true. If you met me for the first time, you’d never guess that I was born in a male body. I’ve already written a lengthy series about my transition nearly fifty years ago, so I won’t go into much of that here. I’ll just say that I know what I’m talking about when it comes to men being the better cocksuckers. I’ll admit that percentage-wise, most of the men I’ve been with were bisexual cocksuckers like me. Then after I transitioned, I attracted heterosexual men looking for …

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On the night of our “wedding”, my stepmother had my grandmother take me to the new villa that I was going to call home. Everything that I saw was just the same overtly feminine thing possible. The floor was pink and white marble, the walls were covered in pink floral wallpaper. The couch was also covered by white leather with pink silk pillows. We walked through the house to what I was told was my new bedroom. The room was an exact replica of the one that was in the old house. However, there was a new piece of furniture under a cover. I was curious what it was, but my grandmother told me that I was not able to see it yet. “Grandmother, what is the big secret that I have to wait for …

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In the spring of 1981, when I was nineteen, a woman named Miriam Roston moved into my building. At least I initially assumed that she was a woman. In New York, people generally were non-judgmental and left other people alone. But this was in the East Bronx, not Manhattan, and after about a month, my family started speculating about her. They used terms like “tranny” and “shemale” to describe her, although they didn’t exactly dislike her either. But neither did they go out of their way to socialize with her. She lived on the fourth floor and we were on the sixth, so I often met her in the elevator. For some reason, she seemed to like me, and we often chatted a bit, sometimes for a short while in the lobby or out in …

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London, when the sun was shining, was one of my favourite places in the world. The good weather changed the vibe of the city, and although people still kept to themselves, it was clear that everyone just seemed a little bit happier and walked with a little extra spring in their step. Wearing denim shorts sporting a few rips from the wear and tear over the years and a faded yet treasured Linkin Park tour tee shirt, I enjoyed the feel of the sun on my pale skin as I walked through Hyde Park on my way to meet my best and longest friend Steve. I know that Steve had opted to take the underground, but on a day like today, that seemed like madness. Why travel on a train crammed full of people on …

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My life as Bianca was rapidly progressing to the point of my never being a man again. My stepmother had reported that I as a man was abducted by a few men. The Columbian police had searched for six months, and they had called off the search. It helped that the captain was a family member, who was clued to the fact that I was in the process of becoming a woman. He made sure he had the necessary paperwork to get a new identification and a new birth certificate for me. My stepmother and grandmother both made me into a beautiful young woman. They had arranged for a surgeon to give me a set of breast implants and hip implants to get a full-figure body shape. I now had the measurements of thirty-eight, Twenty-two, …

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Now I look back on it, my boss Megan was into me from the moment I joined. I remember her being so kind on my first day, constantly popping back to my desk to make sure everything was okay. At one point, as she was helping me get set up on my computer, she leaned in really close, her hand resting for what seemed like ages on my thigh. But I put it down to her being a really tactile person. Some people just are. Plus, I didn’t mind her getting up close and personal, as she was hot. I guessed she was around forty, which made her ten years my senior. She was a little taller than me at five foot eight, and with really sexy big breasts and an ass I just wanted …

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I began to slowly step across the plush pink carpeted floor, and feel the most intense desire to be a girly girl that I had ever had. The slight tug of the silk stockings and garter belt against the silky touch of my chemise under the skirt on my legs and the bounce of the fake breasts were only adding to the way I was feeling. The pink satin blouse with its contrasting black mesh sleeves completed the sexy secretary look that my stepmother had dressed me up as. My long jet-black hair was tastefully in a curly mass piled on the top of my head, and my makeup was still flawless as if it was just done. The bedroom that I was in kept telling me that I was no longer a boy and …

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I was locked in the same corset for six hours, and the corset was really beginning to be unbearable. I was going to be in it for the foreseeable future and I was unable to do anything about it. I also realized that my stepmother had put a good pair of gaff panties on my body. I looked like a woman down there now. I slowly realized that I was no longer tied to the bed. I slowly got up as the corset was really hard to get into a sitting position in. My stepmother had to help me get dressed for the day. She chose a black lace bra that matched the gaff panties I was wearing. She proceeded to slip a camisole on over the whole set of my lingerie. Next, she had …

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I sat in the living room of my apartment, watching television. My phone rang, and I answered the call. “Hi, Mike, it’s Greg,” my friend said. “Hey, Greg. What’s up?” I replied. “Not much. What’s going on with you?” “I finished working, and I’m watching the news.” I worked from home as a help desk tech for an MSP. When I graduated college, I applied and was hired. After six months of training, I started taking calls and helping clients with computer problems. The work was easy, and I could choose my hours, provided I handled several tickets daily. “Do you have plans for tonight? A few friends are getting together at my place tonight. Are you up to a party?” “I don’t have plans. What time?” I said. “We’re getting together at seven. I …

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