Lady Regina

To this day, my loins ache every time I picture myself in a pretty outfit. Like most girls I Love all shoes, especially the spike heels and strappy ones. Add to that all the divine designs that comes with dresses. I love skirts, dresses, and sexy lingerie that fit so perfectly on my sensitive budding breast and curvy hips. As I become more aware of these feminine features about myself, I drift into the shemale version of the twilight zone and become a woman with a penis-clit. I don’t know for sure if it is normal, but I have large natural tits and anal orgasms that make me wet.
I feel sexual inspiration flow in a continuous loop through me when I drift to my female side. I get a sensitive soothing feeling in my core that works my entire body with scintillating mini orgasms. My nipples stand tall, and I feel the tips pucker into tight berry-like knots. I feel a sensation of heat and wetness and long for the caress of a hot mouth. I feel constant heat at the base of my clit and a super sensitive hot tingle inside my rear pussy. I feel passion randomly touching the hottest nerves.
All these feelings had surfaced years ago, because I was so touched at how much Miss Mary enjoyed sex. She had seemed to be the only one enjoying it, and I envied her hysterical pleasure and chose to live vicariously through the female, not the male in the act. I think it was just something meant to be.

I had completely changed, and I wanted to explore femininity and transitioning, in spite of the fact that this subject was taboo. On several occasions I had heard my parents mention how disgusting and perverse it was whenever the subject happen to come up. I didn’t understand why. I became quiet but was totally absorbed at everything female. The sights and sounds of females gave me familiar tingling that begun to haunt my crotch at an early age. I realized later that it was my blooming sexual identification and key to my own womanhood bursting forth. I wasn’t just living vicariously through singers, I wanted to be every woman. I started seeing my features in every woman and decided that every woman was my clone. I know that’s conceit, but it was my defense and over correcting of the paranoia inside me. No one else could love me like I loved me.