Shemale

I’m with Brant and I’m in love and it’s all that matters.

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When we got married, I found out Killians were more different from Janns than I’d ever suspected. I knew they were bigger, taller - I’m tall for a Jann, but Killians tower over me still. And Brant is tall for a Killian too. When he hugs me, my forehead rests just below his chest.

And they were hairy, but it was only after being with Brant that I realised the extent. Janns only had hair on the head, but Killians had it on their face, their arms, legs. My first time with Brant two hours after meeting him for the first time I found out they were covered in it. Their whole body the back, the chest, their crotch. It could be just Brant, but he’d laughed at my amazement and said he was just as shocked to see how smooth I was. So I assume most Killians are so.

Culturally as well, they were so much more alien. I’d known sima were to be covered in public, but as I’d never actually seen one, I didn’t really understand. I understood when I became one. I’d known sima had limited rights, but again, I didn’t realise how limited.

By the time of the marriage ceremony, I had some fair idea as the Killian chaplain had educated me. And it had frightened me a fair bit. My life was going to change drastically, and Brant was going to have absolute control over it. He would be, for all intents and purposes, my master. But despite the fear, I never even considered backing out. My fear was about how I was going to adjust, and never, not once, did it occur to me to reconsider marrying him.

No one from my family, or Jann, was at the ceremony. And I must admit I was relieved by that. They would have been shocked and humiliated.

One part involved kneeling in front of Brant, kissing his feet, promising faithfulness and obedience. Then the branding on the back of my neck to signify Brant’s acceptance of his sima. This was actually the tame part. Then the chaplain pulled a sheer curtain to separate me, Brant and himself from the rest. Then I stripped completely and threw everything into the fire, signifying the end of one life to begin another. It also meant receiving a new name, or more accurately, a number. I was Brant’s third sima, and so the chaplain tattooed on three black dots below the brand.