A close girlfriend introduced me to lesbian sex, which was also very nice.A close girlfriend introduced me to lesbian sex, which was also very nice. The lack of a cock was made up for by the feeling of a female body next to me. Strangely, the very aspects I hated in myself I enjoyed in a partner. But it didn't help my situation any. "I managed to get through high school hating myself. And, it was a trip to New York with my lesbian girlfriend that gave me my answer. In a dyke bar that Leslie took me to I saw all manner of strange-seeming women. Punk types, collared Ms, leather-clad Ss, men dressed as women hoping to pass, and the clincher: real bull dykes who did their best to look like men. "And that way my solution. I liked the way those dykes looked, but they didn't go far enough. They left traces of their gender since they were, after all, after lesbians. I wanted to go all the way. I had always admired men's bodies and had, upon occasion, wondered what I would be like with a hard, flat, muscled body. So that's what I set about getting. "It wasn't easy or cheap. My dad, who died when I was 12, left me a very large inheritance which I came into when I reached 18. I began as soon as I graduated high school. I never told my mother. When she got sick a year later, the process had not gone too far for me to return and be with her on her deathbed as Kathleen. "After that, I went ahead full steam. Male hormones counteracted the bodily configuration forced on me by birth. Massive but expert plastic surgery remade what the hormones couldn't, eliminating every trace of femininity except the ultimate. I had no desire to be a full male, so my 'equipment' remained original issue. |