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I was always too self conscious to go out in public with my boyfriend. I felt embarrassed and a fraud. Everything changed after my castration. No longer any reason to pretend and the veil of shame evaporated.

It really is

“Honey that was just awesome.” Said Andrew as he stroked my shoulder. I smiled and cuddled closer to him. My boipussy still stretched wide open and heart rate not yet back to normal. “But I have been thinking.” He said. “I think we should have them removed.” “Removed what?” I asked. “You know what I mean, balls and willy, completely. You will be smooth and sexy.” “Do you really think so?” “For sure, and I just know you will love it as well.”

As his hands caressed my body I started to ache for him. Anything for him. I wanted to please him in any way he wanted. He must just not stop. Oh Please, yes.

Ever since I had my balls and willy removed I feel so much more confidence going out in public.

Andrew, my boyfriend had asked me many times to get fixed. He said it would give me more confidence and he would like it. I eventually agreed and went to the clinic, it seems like a very simple procedure

My tight sissy pussy just loves being stretched by a guy.

I was taking three FemGro capsules every day. It had been three months already and I could feel the difference. My cock had never been big before but now it had shriveled into nothingness and my balls tiny bumps.

My heart was racing the entire time on my date with Jason. It was the first time I was dressed as a girl, and that really felt good. It was amazing to be out and about with him and he was just so calm and natural about it. Then he took me back to his place and we both knew what was coming. He started to undress me and panicked and just had to get out. He just took charge and maneuvered me onto his bed and lifted my ass high in the air and pushed my arms down. He spread my legs and told me to relax. Then he told me to relax more and more and I could feel his cock pressing against me. Opening me up. Sliding into me. Until he was all there. Then the fun started and he was fucking me for a long time. My little cock in its cage was leaking and oozing. Then the exploded in my ass and pushed me off and fell down next to me on the bed. It was amazing. I snuggled in his arms and we kissed all night long.

Wow! This is how humiliating I feel when I can’t fuck a girl and also so horny when I’m being used like a girly slut 🥵🔥

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It was always a conscious and deliberate sexual experience getting dressed for a date with a guy. I would always want to be fucked and I dressed to please him and always hoped he would take advantage of me. Then on day after seeing the same guy exclusively for a regular fucking, I just felt I wanted to see him again and feel his touch. Hear his voice and just be with him. After that dressing was no longer a separate act, it become just part of who I am.

Everyone deserves to live out their fantasy!! 🏳️‍⚧️

It was always so difficult to present to be masculine when I was dating a girl. I would be terrified all of the time and I actually hated it and I knew I was a fraud. Now dating is so much more fun, it just feels right. I get to be pretty and I get the attention of a real masculine guy. It’s just dreamy.