The Total Package Part One

I am not entirely certain at what age I was when I came to want the whole package.  When I speak of the whole package, I am speaking to two options.  There is one option open to boys such as myself who enjoy being girlie and their is a second option available to girls.

By my senior year of high school I knew I did not want the life of a 'boy' as a woman, but rather I wanted the life of a woman. When other girls in my class would look beyond high school, they would see themselves in college, meeting the man of their dreams, starting a career, getting married, raising a family -- with lots and lots of sex.  I wanted that life.

I of course knew that I could never have children of my own, which is not to say that I could not have a family.  I also knew that being transgender even post-surgery it would probably be more difficult for me to land a husband than most girls.

However this did not seem to me to be an insurmountable hurdle.  In one respect I shared the same challenge as all women face.  It is quite easy to find a man who wants to bury his cock between your thighs,  Not so easy to find a man willing to place a ring on the finger.  (I enjoy this video of myself as you can occasionally see my tiny boobies sitting out and when I am dancing away from the camera, I like my bottom too.)

Not unlike some other gals in my class I had a reputation as a senior of being an easy piece of ass.  Unlike most of those girls I had acquire that reputation through the rumor mill and not through the boasts of those boys who had fucked me.  Virtually every guy in my high school knew I would fuck on a first date and many would do so.  Yet one could count on one hand how many guys in my school laid claim to fucking me.

I know it may come off as a bit egotistical but I am rather certain that while the list of boys who fucked me during my last two years of high school was long, the list of boys who wanted to fuck me would have been even longer.  I share this not as a boast as I could easily be wrong, but rather to spotlight that if I was to forego marriage and a family that did not mean I could not still have lots and lots of sex.

But I did want the whole package.  Now this is not to say that I wanted to be married by the time I was twenty-five or even thrity or maybe even forty.  There was however a part of me that wanted it someday.

As a child of six, being a girl meant little more than longer hair and wearing a dress.  As I grew older, being a girl, becoming a woman took on new meaning.