Film At Eleven

Then, calmness returned as I realized that maybe this is what I'd wanted all along. Maybe I had wanted the world to know my secret. I hit the "Pause" button, freezing my transsexual image on my TV screen as I considered a startling idea. Maybe that was what had motivated me to exhibit myself, piecemeal, as it were, showing now my nipples, now my breasts, now my womanly buttocks, and, finally, my cock and balls along with everything else. Maybe, all this time, in exhibiting my charms, I had wanted the world to know that I was neither male nor female, but shemale--a sexy, hot creature that transcended sex and gender. Instead of being horrified, I became excited. My cock swelled, rising as it stiffened, and my balls bunched up inside my tightening scrotum. I took my rigid penis in my fist and began to masturbate as, with my free hand, I played with first one, and then my other, tit.

My secret was out--and I was glad.

As my hips bucked and thrashed, my penis convulsing in my fist, and my semen spurted fast and thick from my balls, I moaned, watching my frozen image on the TV screen--this was me, my true self, revealed for all the world to see. My seed continued to spurt from my trembling, lurching penis, and my nipples ached.

Soon, my telephone would begin to ring. Mom and Dad would call, offering their support. Friends would call, asking for an explanation. Others would call with words of praise of condemnation. But, for the moment, at least, I was alone with myself, alone with my thoughts, alone with the truth of who and what I was.

Shuddering from the most intense orgasm of my life, I thought of the millions of viewers who had seen me. I grinned, no longer horrified at the knowledge that others knew the truth about me, but delighted. Knowing that others knew my secret was wonderful and sexy.

Best of all, I had it on tape.

When I'd shot the last of my seed, I pressed the "Rewind" button. An exhibitionist-become-a-voyeur, I watched my outing of myself again and again, ejaculating every time.