My Transgender Beginings

I came to terms with my gender identity about 12 years ago. I've identified with being female for as long as I can remember. I read Christine Jorgensen's autobiography when I was teen and readily identified with her and admired the courage that she had to transition in the 1950's. In my mind Miss Christine was a pioneer and in many respects a role model for all transgender people. However, in 1974 young men weren't supposed to want to become girls and I learned to repress my feelings quite well. I dated girls, drove fast cars, drank beer and enlisted in the Navy when I graduated from high school. I volunteered for hazardous and macho assignments. I continued to repress my feelings and got married after my discharge.

Fast forward to 2009 I found myself divorced and living alone in a new city. I began to explore my feminine feelings by checking out a number of on line sites and soon realized that the emotions that I was experiencing weren't unusual. I began to build my feminine persona as well as my wardrobe. I bought clothes, shoes, lingerie, wigs, breast forms and attempted to learn the art of make up. I remained closeted for a time but I soon decided that I wanted to venture out and see the world as Melissa. I began to explore the LGBT club scene in the city that I live in. I was admittedly quite scared but also thrilled at the prospect of going out. Nearly all of the encounters that I had clubbing were positive and I felt a kinship with many of the ladies and guys that I met when I was out and about. Early on I wasn't really certain what the difference was between a crossdresser and transgender person. As time went on and the more than I ventured out I realized that I wasn't a crossdresser and being a woman was wired into my psyche.

I gave my first blow job on the third night I went out to a club. The guy was a man that I'd chatted with on several other occasions. He was cute and polite. I decided to take him out to my Jeep and see what would happen. At first I only intended to make out with him and give him a hand job. However, when I felt his hard cock throbbing in my hands I couldn't resist taking it in my mouth. His cock was about 7" and I was surprised how much of it I could take into my mouth. He'd worked a couple of fingers into my ass as I sucked him off. I recall thinking "I can't believe I am finally doing this!" I wasn't sure if I was doing a good job because he wasn't saying too much. Then without warning a stream of delicious cum erupted from his pee hole. He finally let out a moan and finished cumming. I swallowed his load and sat up and said "All gone!". He wanted to fuck me but I wasn't prepared for anal and I didn't want my first time to be in my Jeep. We made a date for the next night. He fucked me twice that night at my apartment. The first time felt good but I didn't have an orgasm. I think I was too nervous. We had a glass of wine and I sucked him off and got him hard again. I put a condom on his tool and got on all fours on the bed. He stood next to the bed and slid his cock deep inside me. He held my butt cheeks firmly and really gave it to me with deep and long thrusts. A stream of semen shot from my semi erect cock and landed all over the sheets. I began having my first total body orgasm. I nearly hyperventilated as he continued to fuck me. Finally he thrust deep and I felt his cock pulsate as he ejaculated into the condom. I've been a shameless cock whore ever since that night.

I started hormones in 2017 and began to live full time as a transwoman a year later. I love living as a member of the "third sex" and enjoying all of the benefits it has to offer. I have no regrets.