1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    When Ira rang up the sale for the two wigs I bought, I saw why Margo had motioned to me that I should not complain. Ira had marked the bill &#034Shopworn&#034, and taken 60% off the price! &#034He gets his jollies feeling up any Drag Queen that comes in,&#034 Margo said when we were back out on the street. &#034He's a pig, but it saves you some money.&#034 I was learning a whole new set of ethics on my way to becoming a woman. The taxi deposited us back at our apartment, and we took my purchases inside. It was all we could do to carry it all. I had spent almost $500.00, but now I had a woman's wardrobe. I could live now as a woman full time if I wished. All that remained was to be able to have a job, and support myself as a woman. That was what I wanted then above all else in the universe. I had never felt comfortable as a male. It took me a long time to figure out what was wrong, but now I knew. My c***dhood had started out normally enough, but I was never really interested in the things that the other boys in the neighborhood were. = = * = = I found sports boring. My father could never understand this, and showed his displeasure by all but ignoring me as I was growing up. When I was about 14 years old, I even tried to cultivate an interest in some of the things he liked in an attempt to get closer to him, but he put down my lack of knowledge of those things, and managed to strain our already tenuous relationship even further. I was just not what he wanted in a son. If I did ...
    not get on well with the boys in the neighborhood, I did enjoy playing house with my s****r and her girlfriends. The girls liked it because that way they had someone to play the &#034daddy&#034, but I loathed that role. It did not suit me at all, but at least I was in the game that way. I did not know what was wrong with me. I only knew that I was different somehow, and that I did not seem to fit in completely with the &#034normal&#034 groupings of c***dhood. I was 15 years old when I began to realize why. I had only been 15 for a few months, but I already considered myself enough of an adult to act on my own. Apparently my parents agreed too one day when I found myself left alone at home. I had a slight cold, and I had talked my mother into letting me stay home from school. My father was at work, of course, my s****r was in school, and my mother had to visit her s****r in a hospital some distance from where we lived. &#034We're giving you a big responsibility,&#034 my mother announced as she was leaving. &#034Take good care of the house. I'll be back around three fifteen.&#034 With that she pulled her coat on, and left. I was alone. I glanced at the kitchen clock. It was 8:30AM. If my mother was not due back until about three that left me six and a half hours to amuse myself on my own. I had not had breakfast yet, but I was not really hungry. I wandered through the house aimlessly looking around the rooms. There must be an instinct to do that in all of us. Sort of like some ...
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