Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part five
by Caramel Black

I pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Then I sat down on the bed with my high-heeled feet spread widely apart on the floor, my cock throbbing in an erotic dance between my open thighs. Devin sank to her knees and slipped between my legs to take me inside her mouth, gently licking just below the head of my staff, the most sensitive area. Then she went about giving me a full-fledged blow job. I savored every delicious detail of her going down on me; the softness of her hair on my thighs, the way she stared up at me, her soft hands gently caressing my smooth-shaven balls, the contrast of our skin tones.

“Am I doing this right? ” she asked between her downward sweeping oral caresses.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I whimpered, lying back on the bed. “Can’t you tell?”

Every now and then, she’d pause to stare at my swollen cock, firmly stroking the shaft, her eyes glazed as my prick filled her field of vision. The peaches and cream complexion of her pretty face made my cock seem to appear darker than ever. She began licking me everywhere, from the base of my scrotum, across my ball-sack, and even at the aperture of my anal opening. She worked her tongue up along the underside of my shaft and teased my cock head with feather-like flicks and hot breath, then began sucking me in earnest, her head moving rapidly up and down, her talented mouth sending me racing toward orgasm.

Her lips reached further down my shaft as she worked one of her long, slender fingers inside my ass, sending me completely over the edge. At the moment of my climax, she pumped my shaft in her fist furiously, aiming the head directly at her face. Then began the maddening rapture of orgasmic contractions; great torrents of hot white seed racing from the tip of my spasming cock.
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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part four
by Caramel Black

I slowly entered the study with my hips swaying ever so gently, awaiting Devin’s reaction.

“Oh my God, I almost didn’t recognize you , “he exclaimed. “Damn, you look hot.”

I let out a long sigh of relief. He asked me to turn around and I pirouetted with as much grace as I could muster.

“I always knew you’d look beautiful this way, but I didn’t expect you to…”
“…You’ve thought about seeing me dressed like this?”
“Yeah, but, wow. Even your voice sounds different now. How do you do that?”
“This is my natural voice really. I’d speak this way all the time if I didn’t have to act so boyish at school.”

Devin rose from behind the desk and came within a few feet from me.

“I know I’m gawking at you, but I just can’t get over the way you look. Do you know there’s not a soul in the world who wouldn’t think you weren’t a real girl looking like this?”
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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part three
by Caramel Black

One day, while walking home from school, we tossed around the idea of catching a movie or going to the mall to hang out and people watch so we exchanged phone numbers. So there I was at home one night itching to call him. I picked up the phone, dialed his number, but then stopped and hung up. I repeated this process three times before I finally allowed my call to go through. When he picked up, I didn’t really know what to say and asked him if I’d caught him at a bad time, half-hoping he’d tell me that I did.

“No, I was just doing some homework”, he replied.

“On a Saturday night” Devin? “Instead of hanging out with some hot girls?”

“Well, yeah. See, I had three dates lined up consecutively for

tonight, but they all fell through.”

“That’s not funny. You could actually do that if you wanted too,

if you put yourself out there.”

“Yeah, you too, kiddo. So what’s your excuse for being at home tonight?”

“My dates fell through, too.”
“Well, in that case, we might as well be doing our homework together.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when he asked so I invited him over.
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Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part two
by Caramel Black

My best friend, Devin Witherspoon was not only my best friend during my senior year of high school, but my only friend. He was a fellow honor student who sat next to me in homeroom class. Just like me, he was shy and awkward; a wallflower at dances and extra-curricular activities. He could have dated just about any girl he wanted to if he knew what he had to offer. However, if he’d been aware of his good looks, he may have been impossible to deal with. His modesty seemed to enhance his sweet personality.

Upon learning that we lived near each other in our small northern New Jersey suburb at the beginning of the school year, we began walking to and from school together, eventually developing an easy, comfortable comradeship. We talked about everything, but my physical attraction to him was something I chose to keep to myself since I hadn’t yet come to terms with the fact that I might be bisexual. I’d always considered myself to be purely heterosexual, so my attraction really surprised and alarmed me.

I was quite certain that Devin was one the prettiest boy I’d ever met in my life. He had a thin, angular body and a certain feminine air about him combined with a look of rare serenity for someone so young. His demeanor was one of quiet reserve, except for when he spoke about a subject that fascinated him. Then, his features would become animated with a lively intelligence which I found terribly appealing. I sometimes wondered if he’d ever experimented with makeup or feminine clothing, but of course, I couldn’t just come right out and ask him that. Instead, I just made use of every opportunity I had to just look at him without appearing in awe of him or love-struck. (more…)

Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part One
by Caramel Black

I began crossdressing at 12, but it wasn’t until I was 17 when I dressed up completely for the first time. When my parents went away for the weekend to Atlantic City, I took advantage of the opportunity to explore my feminine side to the fullest. As soon as they left the house that summer morning, I got out of bed, padded naked into the bathroom, drew myself a bath and poured a packet of Caswell & Massey sandalwood powder into the steaming water.

The scent was like a forest after a heavy rain, the tiny suds crackling softly as I climbed into the tub and let the water’s heat seep into my body. After relaxing for awhile, I gave myself a panty shave, removing every trace of hair from my cock and balls. What remained was a thatch of slightly kinky tendrils just above the base of my shaft. I thought it looked pretty sexy. With that done, I stood up and turned on the shower and let the water drain out. The hot stream of needles pounding against my skin made me crazy with lust, but I resisted the urge to masturbate just yet.

I rinsed the last of the suds from my feet and stepped out of the bath, reaching for a large, thirsty white towel to dry my body. Next, I dusted my skin with a richly scented powder and a fine sable brush, then sat down at the vanity to do my nails. Using an emery board, I buffed my toenails to artistic perfection and placed cotton balls between the spaces of each toe. I painted the nails scarlet red, carefully smoothing out the lustrous Chanel varnish with the soft little bristles. (more…)