I know you won’t, but don’t trust you anymore, and this will make sure of it; she asked me to turn. I started getting ready without wasting time. I started with makeup, then undergarments and a pink bodycon dress that I recently brought in. I finished my transformation with a blonde wig, pantyhose and high heels. It was surprising to see my reflection in the mirror as a girl. I thought I looked cute.

Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat.This is my house, my room, my walls, and I’ l l keep it the way I like, you are just visiting. So, either you can shut the mouth and stay here or keep complaining and stay outside; she shouted. I am sending you two pictures taken last year and I hope to hear from you or any other person that would like to talk about dressing or would like to meet and dress. Toni Shannon’s Transgender Accomplishment: The Next Step

Well, if you read my previous comments, you could see that, I planned a much darker different ending, but later changed to a much friendly approach. As far as the ‘SRS’ part, a big NO-NO! Never was! Never is! And never will!! Because, once you crossed that line, there is no such thing as crossdressing happening anymore. I was told by the tattooist, to lie down somewhere flat. Aunt asked me walk upstairs, and when I did, they followed me. She told me to lie on the bed, and I did the same facing down. I looked at aunt’s face for one last time, but there were no trace of care and love. I’m going to pull up the skirt; he warned me and pulled it up. I’M A in the left and GIRL in the right; while pulling down my panty, aunt said. He draws and corrected until aunt satisfied. Don’t move; he started the machine. It took some time, I tried to think of something else, but the buzzing along with the pain, didn’t let me. All the time, I kept my face down and wept silently. Sometime, I sobbed, not because of the pain, but due to the upcoming permanent humiliation. When finished, he bandaged them and asked aunt to use a cleanser after some time. Leave them open in the day and wrap in night, at least for three days; he instructed and pulled down my skirt. You will greet me twice a day, morning and night, and any disobedience will be punished, you get me? She reminded.

And did we! I had no time at all to be nervous, and anyway, Sophie is so confident and experienced that I always felt in totally safe hands. She seems to know just about everyone in Brighton. The Restaurant, bars, clubs – we were greeted like old friends wherever we went and people were incredibly friendly, open, intelligent, liberal…. and always massively complimentary! It seems that Brighton’s huge LBGT family means that anyone loosely under the ‘T’ banner will always be completely welcomed. She tried to explain me in every possible way, saying that, it’s just a cropped undershirt. But, she couldn’t fool me anymore, those straps, those little cups, those laced edges, everything screamed bra. hi sis it me rajesh please give ur next story happy ending like rainy day and competition its my favorite stories..pls write upcoming stories are in indian based especially southern culture like boy forced to grow hair for some reason and family members are trying different hair styles like single plaites double plaites french plaites with school custumes forced by mom , sister and sister in law and also maid of the family oriented story it my humble request long time i just waiting for this kind of story…thanks This rule extends into all posts, comments, and links, not just photos. In the interest of potential minors viewing, we err on the side of caution and will remove any content that we feel pushes the limits of our rules. There was a first time for me too girlfriend. The first time I had fem feelings I think I was about 6.