Author's Forward In a church Twenty two years ago I was christened Marcus Leon Sanders.Author's Forward In a church Twenty two years ago I was christened Marcus Leon Sanders. Today that person no longer exist for I am now Slave Noel, the feminized sex toy of my former girlfriend Pam and her new husband. I exist between the exotic and erotic limbo of the twin realms of masculinity and femininity, a boy-girl or she-male if you will. Between my thighs, I posses not a female vagina but a penis and a pair of hairless testicles. And from my once flat chest I have sprouted small soft knobs of flesh, which have been cultivated and developed in a buxom bosom, which any woman would die to have. My breasts are perfectly pear-shaped and firm with no hint of droop or sag. My nipples are neat little buttons of flesh centered in cocoa-cocoa-brown colored areoals. When caresses and stimulated my nipples tingle and pucker into erect little buds which are highly sensitive. My skin is now as soft and sooth as a new born babies butt and my hips sway naturally in a female manner when I walk. Corsets and midriff cinchers have reduced my waist size and have helped to make my buttocks wider, fuller and deliciously rounded. My ass can best be described as a heart-shaped feminine bottom just waiting to be squeezed and caressed. I no longer have to wear wigs for a luxuriant growth of golden hair flows down over my shoulder and breasts. My long legs are the only part of me that I have to shave now. Female hormone pills and periodic shots from Mistress's gynecologist have reduced my body hair and aided in the development of my beautiful breast. My pubic hair is removed bimonthly by way of hot wax treatments to keep my genitals smooth and naked. |