In Touble Now

I have always had a fetish with woman’s clothes and the way it feels against your smooth body, as a boy growing up in southern California I never imagined being gay because I liked woman especially while dressed as one. I cross dressed for several years here and there it was rush every time I went out in fem. It was not until my mid twenties that I actually had sex with another man, I was decked out leather mini skirt heels the whole nine yards and I must have looked good I was asked to dance several times that’s when I hooked up with a collage boy out for a good time.

I had a few drinks in me and so did he, after some moves on the dance floor and some very passionate kissing we were at a table in the back and he was all over me, now I know how some of my girl friends must have felt, I put on the brakes and he was a real gentle man, I told him I had one small problem, I took his hand and led it up my skirt until he had a hold of my cock, he gave it a gentle squeeze and whispered in my ear I don’t have problem, then he kissed me softly on the neck.

I had my hand down his pants and had a hold of his cock it was just as hard as mine and about the same size, I slid under the table and took it in my mouth and gave him a blow job right there in the bar, after I swallowed him all up we straightened our clothes, I went to the ladies room and we left.

We went to the next hotel where his room was, we had just closed the door and we were all over each other, no brakes. We made passionate love most of the night with me on my hands and knees taking all he had up my ass, one time he rolled around and took me in his mouth, I looked down at him and he just smiled, I shot my load in him and then I collapsed in his arms, we slept until noon the next day and after a shower and some more screwing we went our separate was have never seen each other again.

Several more years passed and I found myself in a similar situation, decked out in my leather mini and all, he had a look about him that was stunning, this time it was in a gay bar on karaoke night, I wanted to see some more female impersonators and how they worked. After some fun and dancing he wanted me to go with him. I agreed and off we went.

About a 30-minute drive across town we pulled in the driveway of Beaver Cleavers house. Around back was a staircase that went to a basement, in the basement all kinds of stuff, leather, and chains. He asked me to strip so he could get a better idea of what I looked like, he reached in a desk draw and pulled out a gun, pointed it at me then fired, I was hit in the stomach with a dart, I fell to the floor and could not move or speak, I was still awake and could only look around.

He turned me over and chained me to the wall. I thought I was dead now he stared at me for sometime pondering as to what to do, he even said a few times what am going to do with you now? He got an evil smile on his face and said I know, he left and came back about 20 minutes later with a friend the friend had a doctors bag and a puzzled look on his face, he said our you sure? He nodded and said just look at her, referring to me. The friend said O.K. opened his bag and gave me an injection, my whole body went numb, I could see the doctor working but could not move my head down to see very well. My captor saw me tiring to look and repositioned my head so I could. The doctor had removed my balls, and was cutting a slit on the bottom side of my cock the slice went all the way to my but almost just a few inches before, a catheter was pushed up inside of me and I was bandaged.

Next he took two bags of saline solution and started an I.V. one in each nipple and started to squeeze the bags, I started growing boobs right there. He emptied the bags and I had some huge boobs hanging from my chest, they were heavy and felt weird, that’s when I realized I could move again then the pain hit me and I passed out, when I woke I was burning up from the sun I was naked and staked in the middle of the desert left for dead.

I managed to free myself before the buzzards got to me, I finally got a good look at myself, my cock had been sliced down my pee hole all the way to my ass, a meatonomy my balls were gone just a flap of skin that looked like a pussy lips, and I still had boobs, just not as big now about a D cup. I Saw some planes flying over head and started walking in the direction they were flying, but it was to hot I climbed to the top of a rock pile and found a cave that offered some shade, I stayed there until dark and started walking again, this time I could see lights in the distance and headed for them.

About a four hour walk I came up on a small desert camp/town, I walked into camp exhausted and naked, a woman there gave me a long “T” shirt to wear and some water, I told her my story and she let me rest until morning. The next morning I woke to bacon eggs and sausage breakfast and orange juice. The woman asked about my sex she said I looked like a woman with a dick? She was puzzled. I told her my whole story, now she was confused but accepted me just the same. She explained she was part of some anti government group and chose to live in the desert away from everything. I asked her where were we she said Mexico about 500 miles south of the boarder, I hung my head and started to cry, she comforted me and said I would be alright I could hang with her until I figured out what to do.

About two weeks had passed, my boobs were just about gone between an A & B cup, and my pussy lips were healing well, I still had a hard time peeing and needing to sit down each time, what a pain but I was getting used to it. Something else I noticed, I never had to shave all of body, face, arm, legs everywhere no hair just my head and eyebrows and they had been thinned out. Looking in a mirror I saw I still had make up on it was permanent make up.

Five years later, I found my way back home, I was given up for dead, all of my friends stopped looking for me about four years ago, My boobs stayed a B cup and my pussy was looking good, while in Mexico I had Suzy cut off what was left of cock. I applied for a new social security card with a bogus birth certificate in the name of Cindy Smith and I have started my life over in Sin City. I work as a cocktailer in a casino and make about five hundred a night; I never made that kind of money wearing pants. And I have a boy friend who knows the whole story, we are to get married in December. As far as the world is concerned I am female.