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My First Girl Party

colleen — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 20:57:35 +0000

It happened during the summer before my senior year at university. I had my Adam’s apple shaved the previous year and my surgeon did an amazing job. After it healed, I really had to look closely to see the tiny scar her left and my sister Linda couldn’t see it either even though she knew it was there. Anyway, a sorority had pledged her and they were after me to join as well but I just didn’t feel right about it so I declined. A few of the girls knew I was a shemale but because I was much more like them than those jocks they dated, they didn’t care that underneath it all, I had a cock.

Anyway, they were going to throw an end-of-summer party and they insisted that I come along; so, after Linda kept pushing me, I agreed. I will admit that I was pretty nervous about the whole thing. Would the girls who didn’t know I was shemale find out and cause a huge fuss and embarrass the hell out of me? If they did find out, would they shun me? I was really worried.

I got ready like I always did for going out at night and as soon as I got home from my lab job, I showered and then waxed all of the hair from around my cock and balls. It always feels so nice when I run my hands over my cock and only feel that satiny smoothness. Now this was going to be an all-girl get-together so I clearly was not expecting any sex or, for that matter, even taking off my clothes, but I had developed this going out ritual a long time ago, and I wasn’t about to stop doing it because it was an all-girl party. Besides, without any hair down there, my silk panties feel so sexy.

That evening, I dressed in my white shorts and a soft pink t-shirt with my best white bra. I am not sure why, but I think I needed to prove that I was one of the girls too; and besides, my sister said I looked amazing. When we arrived the girls were all laughing and carrying on like it was a high school sleep-over and I just joined right in. Every once in a while, one of the sorority sisters who knew that I was a shemale would come up close behind me and rub my bottom or goose me making me squeal, “Oh my!” and that made them laugh. As the evening went on, the drinks flowed and all of us girls got quite giddy and certainly, I too let my guard down. One of the girls, Michelle I think was her name, was drop dead gorgeous and if anyone could make a shemale or a gay guy get hard, it was definitely her. Anyway, there was a lull in the party, as there always is, and Michelle decided it was time to liven things up.

She stood up and went into the center of the room and began stripping until she stood there only in her thong. I giggled with the rest of the girls until Michelle invited everybody to take their clothes off. It wasn’t until later that I realized that Michelle was a lesbian and she had hidden it from her friends, I guess just as I had hidden from them, that she was not a typical heterosexual girlie-girl.

The girls all joined in, some more slowly than others, until I was the only one still dressed. Even my sister was prancing around topless and she was the worst in trying to get me to strip. If I were a guy, I would have been in heaven with all of those gorgeous sorority sisters with their titties hanging out. Some had, by this time, gotten rid of their panties as well so there was no shortage of beautiful naked female flesh. It was so beautiful, in fact, that in spite of my confidence as a shemale, I could not compare to these truly feminine creatures.

A shiver raced up my spine when I heard a voice declare, “Let’s get Colleen to join us. She can’t be the only one dressed!” I knew that I turned beet red from embarrassment. What would the girls who didn’t know my little secret do if they found out their new girlfriend was really a guy in drag? Hands converged on me and as hard as I tried to fight them off and keep them from pulling off my top and shorts, I was no match for 12 pretty fit university girls and soon they had pulled me to my feet and had my shemale titties bare and a few hands clawed at my panties.

“Hey,” one of the girls yelled, “Is that what I think it is?” she shouted pointing to my crotch. With all of the tugging and pulling on my panties, the motion had dislodged my weenie from its place tucked under my bum cheeks.

“Uh-huh,” my sister responded with a devilish grin. My sister is a brother, “she declared proudly.

“Wow,” the observant young woman sighed, “That is so cool.”

What was suggested next absolutely floored me, when Michelle, the naughty Michelle asked, “If we have a finger party could you do some wanking for us?” Another asked if she could sit on my cock when it was hard and I told her that was not going to happen; however, Michelle, who obviously was the brashest of the lot asked if she bent over and spread her cheeks, would I be able to fuck her ass. I tried to laugh it off and the conversation seemed to change as the girls all kind of gathered around and fired questions at me.

By morning, we had all climbed into the biggest bed in the sorority house naked and we just talked like a bunch of girlfriends, except for that hour or so after I showed them how a shemale cums and they took time out to clean me up. As we began to go to sleep, Michelle actually knelt on the mattress in front of me, spread her cheeks, and invited me inside. At the prompting of the other girls, I did do her but refused to stick my cock into her twat. “Yuck, that would be so gross!” besides, if I ever needed anything like that, I had always promised my sister Linda that she would be the one I would go to.

Perhaps the next time, I will tell you about this drop-dead gorgeous man who thought he found true love in the university library.

I hope you are enjoying my little stories.

All my love
Colleen

My Parents Meet Colleen

colleen — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 13:04:52 +0000

Throughout my first year of university, I had done everything I could to avoid my parents. With Linda’s help I happened to be studying at Christmas and could not come home. At Easter, the same thing. In order to keep them placated, Linda would go down more frequently than she wanted to and bring alonng my love which seemed to work just fine. Unfortunately, there would be no excuse at the end of the school year when exams were finished. Now, for most, it wouldn’t matter but it was my father’s wealth that was putting me through school and keeping Linda and I in a pretty nice apartment without having to worry about cost. We both got a fairly substantial monthly allowance so we could concentrate on our studies, so if I went home and my old man went bonkers over this, I was one really fucked shemale.
When I was a guy I was a pretty conservative dresser and, most of the time I was the same way when I was Colleen but this shemale loves to get all dressed up for parties and balls and theater so it was on those times that I literally let my hair down. By the end of the school year, I had virtually no facial hair left and thanks to some black market hormones, my boobs were beginning to look fuller all of which Linda praised. The time had come when I had no alternative than to introduce my father and his wife to their daughter and so, after worrying all night long, your shemale friend got out of bed, put on her makeup and clothes and left the apartment hand in hand with my step sister. The drive home felt as though it took a week and it could have taken longer because my nerves were completely shot. Linda and I had no idea how we were going to approach this. I figured they would recognize me straight off and the war would start in earnest with my old man telling me he had cut me off and to never “darken his doorstep again”. As Linda pulled into the driveway, my father and stepmother came out to greet us. The look on their faces was not recognition of their quirky son but disappointment that their son was not there. “Where’s David?” my dad asked. Of all the questions I had prepared for, strangely, that was not in the pile and rather than deal with it on the street, Linda introduced me as Colleen, her dearest friend, and immediately led the way into the house. Once inside, my parents said it was nice to meet me and we sat down. Once again my father asked, “Where’s David Linda? I thought he was coming home this time. What is it with that boy?”

There was no turning back now and it was time to face the music. “I’m here dad,” I said quietly losing my shemale voice. In all the years I had spent with my old man, I can honestly say I had never heard him swear in front of me except for that moment. “What the fuck!” he choked, “is this some kind of a sick joke?” he yelled leaping to his feet. “No dad,” I answered. “I am a shemale. All my life I have been this way.” The silence in that living room was absolutely deafening as the only audible sound was my father pacing back and forth on the thick carpet. “Bullshit! I don’t believe it. You don’t even look like my son.” He came up and put his nose to my face and studied me and said, “you aren’t David.”

When I was a kid, I had gashed my side pretty badly and needed 30 stitches to close the sucker up so I stood up, lifted my snugly fitted “t” and showed him the scar. “Do you remember this?” I asked as calmly as possible. His face went ashen white as the blood drained to his feet. He was speechless and dumbfounded and I so wished at that moment that I could have taken it all back. He sat down slowly as though he had just been defeated in a huge financial deal slowly shaking his head. One of the things he always taught me was that in any tense situation the first person to speak generally was the first to lose so I sat there quietly. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he sighed. “I always thought you might be gay but I never dreamt you would be this queer.” His words ricocheted in my brain as I attempted to control the anger he began to fuel. “This is who I am,” I said calmly and instantly decided that I was ready to leave his house and never return. It would be a struggle to live but I was determined to see this through. “So how do we introduce you to our friends then,” my stepmother asked softly as she reached over to hold my father’s hand. “Her name is Colleen,” Linda jumped in and suggested that they could refer to me as a close friend of the family.

“Never,” my father protested and he stood up to leave the room saying, “I think you should leave now!” So, I stood up and left leaving Linda there with my ex-parents, called a cab and went to the motel near the train station.

Three hours later, Linda called and said she was coming with me as dad had not reappeared from his office and her mother was all over her for keeping such a terrible secret. Half an hour later, she walked through the door of the motel and we sat on the bed and cried ourselves to sleep. The next morning, we packed up the car and returned to our apartment and I applied for a lab job at school to start paying for my education. Later, I found out that even though he cut me off, he continued to support Linda and that took a bit of strain off of us. We would survive and I, as a shemale, would definitely survive and not have to worry about my father again and, as it turned out, I would never have another word with him.

My life was now my own. I was my own woman … well at least my own shemale and I spent the rest of the summer working, dating and, dare I say it, I fucked a different guy just about every night including my hairdresser and all of his friends. I was on top of the world and even though many still saw me as an oddity, I was me and if they did not like it then tough shit. The most comforting part of this transition though was Linda. She stood beside me every step of the way and if it were not for her love and support, being a shemale would have been much harder. I will admit that even without her, I was destined to be a woman but she made it much easier even when we lay together in bed just holding each other. She once told me that I was her best girlfriend. We did all of the girl things and when we were out, we looked like two girls having a great time.

The hormones that I had been taking had a dramatic effect on my body. Just about all of my hair had disappeared from my face and my boobs were doing okay and every morning when I looked at my naked reflection I almost loved what I saw. The next thing I needed to do was to have my Adam’s apple shaved and then a boob job. I was planning on having these done during my second year at school but since my father cut me off, I had to do things differently. My neck would be flat before the end of the school year I vowed and the boobs would come the following year. Next time on The Shemale Diaries, I am going to tell you about my first lesbian and shemale sex party.

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All my love
Colleen

Shemale School Daze

colleen — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 14:42:01 +0000

There is no question that during my first year of university, I was an oddity and since the disclosure that I was a shemale was fresh in everyone’s mind, I attracted a lot of sideways looks but strangely I did not have a problem. Perhaps it was the fact that I stood up to those red-necked bullies on the first day or perhaps, even thought they knew I was a boy underneath, I always looked like a girl. My sister Linda always made sure that I did not look tarty or anything and every morning when I went to school, I looked just like the other girls on campus and, they actually accepted me as one of their own. I grew close to a couple of them and we became great friends and often spent long hours just talking and hanging out as girls often do. It was great! One of the girls I knew was rather fascinated by my existence and one evening towards the end of school year, she asked if I would like to join her and her friend at a sleepover. Needless to say I was a little taken back and told her so. Did she know that I had a cock? She assured me that it was fine and that her and her girlfriend were fine with that especially since I had always made a point of saying that girls did not interest me. So I agreed! It was kind of cool hanging out with a couple of girls other than my sister. There were a lot of times through the year that Linda and I would curl up in bed together and I would just cuddle her or she would cuddle me so I knew that it was no big deal or at least that is what I thought. I arrived at Lisa’a apartment at 8 and her an her friend Cathy were both ready to party. We spent the evening watching a couple of romance movies like Ghost and drank wine and ate a homemade pizza I prepared for my two girlfriends. After we ate the pizza the girls decided it was time to get out of their clothes and put on their sleepie’s to get comfy and invited me to do the same. I had brought along a cute little baby doll that I had just bought and we all went into the bedroom and changed. The girls’ eyes did not leave me as I took off my clothes and slipped on my cute little baby doll. They tried to muffle their giggle at the site of my cock disappearing behind the baby doll panty but I heard it and knew what they were thinking. Both of them got naked really slowly to see my reaction and were visibly disappointed when their was none. Cathy even lay down on the bed with her legs spread apart and pulling at her pussy thinking it would make me hard and that did not work although I will admit that I really wanted to suck on those gorgeous big tits of hers. Anyway, they decided I was not going to attack them and they put on some slinky sexy stuff to sleep in and then we all went back to drinking and watching movies and collectively laughed and played around like girls do.

We went to bed late and the girls sandwiched me in and all I did was cuddle them. When I awoke in the morning though, I felt this tugging on my cock and my tits. The girls had decided that they wanted to fuck me and I jumped out of bed asking them what the fuck they were doing? “I thought we were friends?” I protested loudly. “We are,” Lisa said, “That doesn’t mean we can”t be friends with benefits. Listen I often suck on Cathy’s tits and sometimes her pussy. It is just the way we are and we thought it would be cool if you could be part of our friendly interests.”

I will not fuck either of you in the pussy,” I said standing by the bed with a hard cock that Cathy’s sucking had created. “No, I can’t do it!” I then said. “Maybe if you told me up front I could have gotten my head around it but I don’t like sexual surprises.” I dressed quickly said good bye and I left and apart from the casual “hi” in hallways, never got together with them again in spite of their apologies.

As I had in high school, I was asked to tutor some guys in various sciences and maths who need to keep their grades up either to move on to the next year or to stay in sports. My schedule became hectic with tutoring 3 guys and a girl but got even more intense when one of the guys decided that, while we were studying in his dining room that he wanted to feel my tits. I did the usual shemale reaction and thought he was out of line and certainly did not know that I had something else for him. I also thought this guy was as straight as they come but he persisted. Soon his hand traveled down my flat tummy and reached my crotch where he found my cock and started smiling. “I want that,” he whispered. “Do you?” I asked flatly not sure what to make of him. He was a local boy so lived at home and he was home alone. Without a word, he stood up, stripped naked and said, “Suck me baby!” Before long I was gobbling down his hard cock and caressing his big balls trying to coax his thick cum up and out into my mouth. All the while, he was rubbing my tits so hard that my shemale dick began to grow even harder until I had to stop sucking his cock, stand up, and get out of my clothes too. He had his hand wrapped around my cock in a second. Before long, this guy I was tutoring had me bent over the dining room table offering to fuck my sweet shemale ass and I was not about to object.

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All my love
Colleen

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colleen — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 14:31:41 +0000

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Shemale Does Dating

colleen — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 21:07:32 +0000

I suppose that technically, I had already had my first real date when I went out with Steve back home but I really did not consider it to be since I had already fucked and been fucked by my athletic friend and it was more a show than anything else.
School had settled down and over the couple of months following that horrible first day, I managed to keep my head down and out of trouble. I had passed the registrar in the halls on a few occasions and, although nothing was said subsequent to them saying that I could not attend university as a shemale, he always addressed me with a side-ways grimace and the name Colleen always seemed to stick in his throat. On one particular day as I was coming out of my advanced physics class, he stopped me in the hall and asked me to come to his office. The first thing I thought was that the son of a bitch was about to blow me out of school. I followed him to his office trying to think of my response and how I would deal with him and inside, I sat across from him.
“Colleen,” he began, “you know I am not big on you being here as a shemale but I have been following your progress and I am impressed by your intellect as are all of your professors. We have a guest professor coming from the west coast late next week who is lecturing in another discipline but he has asked us to fix him up with someone to take to the Met for a Pavarotti performance. He is gay but has not come out of the closet because it would kill his perceived integrity so he asked if there were any shemales that were not boys trying to look like girls. It did not take us long to think of you and since you look nothing like a boy trying to be a girl, we told him we thought we had just the right young lady for him.”
“Gee thanks,” I said unsure about how to address the slight-handed comment. Since I too loved the opera and was a big fan of Pavarotti, I told him I would be delighted to accompany the visiting prof but was not guaranteeing any additional benefits after the opera. He assured me that there was no pressure for any extracurricular activities and his primary focus his to have a woman on his arm for the opera. I agreed and the registrar said that my opera date would pick me up at 7 on the following Friday evening.
When I got home after school, I told Linda my exciting news and then gasped. “I have nothing to wear to the Met,” I declared. “What am I going to do sis?”
Linda smiled that knowing smile and replied, “I think me and my girlfriend need to go shopping.” And did we ever shop. It took us all day on Saturday but finally found this sweet black gown that fit perfectly and, of course, the purse and high heel pumps to go with it. I had played with high heels before but this would be the first time I had worn them outside, so I practiced every chance I got. By the next Friday I was ready.
Linda and I started right after school getting me ready. She helped me make sure that there were no stray strands of hair around my cock and I shaved my underarms. This time, I really took my time putting on my makeup and once I was dressed my sister simply said, “Wow Colleen, you look awesome.”
The limo driver called up and I went down to the lobby where my gentleman date was waiting for me. Like David, he did not look or sound gay but he was clearly more dignified than my friend back home. “I am so glad you agreed to do this for me,” he said calmly. “Do I look alright?” I asked as my confidence wavered ever so slightly. “You look amazing Colleen. I know who you really are and I would never think that you were anything other than a beautiful woman.” I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks beneth my makeup as he extended his arm for me to slip my hand into. Professor Wainthrop was a consummate gentleman. He held the limo door open for me and helped me inside and then slipped through the wide opening to sit beside me. We immediately got along well. As impressed by his intelligence as I was he assured me that he was equally impressed with mine but what I did not say was that although he was twenty years older than I was, this man was really really hot. He obviously worked out a lot and his grooming was impeccable. As we pulled up at the main entrance to the Metropolitan Opera House, I was beginning to think very seriously about whether he manscaped right down to his cock.
The opera was incredible and to hear my idol in person literally brought tears to my eyes which seemed to inflame my date’s desires more as he softly stroked my thigh causing me a bi of discomfort. It was not as though I did not want the attention, but he was really beginning to turn me on which, when your cock is tucked securely under your bum, it can be a bit stressful. After the show was over and the dim lights were turned up, he asked if I would like to have some dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Manhattan. I quickly said yes. After dinner, he grew silent and, as we sat in the back of the limo I asked if I had done something to offend him. It was his turn to blush and he said no but he was trying to muster the courage to maybe ask me back to his hotel room for a night cap. Now you have to realize that I had been the proper young lady all night – well as proper as any shemale can be – and it startled him when I leaned over, kissed his cheek softly and replied, “I would be really disappointed if you did not. I have to be honest, “I whispered seductively, “I can’t wait to get out of this dress.” The tension relieved he said, “I can’t wait to get you out of it!”
Inside his hotel suite, he took off his tuxedo jacket and poured us a drink. “You look uncomfortable,” Ron said to me. I smiled in response but playfully said, “A young lady cannot get undressed before the man. It would not be proper!” He was on his feet in a heartbeat and stripped down to his boxer shorts. I was right about Ron Wainthrop working out. His belly was rippled like a six pack and his chest was so strong and muscular. I needed to hold him and beckoned him to come to me and then reached into his fitted boxers and wrapped my fingers around his swelling dick as I placed a delicate kiss on that sweet belly. I removed my hand and stood up asking him to unzip the long zipper on the back of my gown and he did. His hands felt so good as he slid them between my dress and my own flat tummy and then moved up to encase my bra covered titties. I was in heaven. I was being treated like a woman by a guy who wanted all of me. I took off my dress and stood before him in my thong and my matching satin bra and my high heeled pumps that only served to so exquisitely define my legs and I could see that Ron loved what he saw. Then, I climbed onto his bed where he joined me after he slipped his boxers off and showed me his very neatly groomed cock. Boy was he good at manscaping and better yet, he knew that he was about to put that hard cock into a very horny shemale. He was a lot bigger than Steve was an his cock kept pulsating from his excitement which really turned me on. I could not wait. I reached out and took that hot thick flesh in my hand and immediately began stroking it while he rubbed my tits through the bra that I was still wearing. My own dick was beginning to strain to get free of my thong and as I began to lick his sweet stick, I began wiggling my way out of my confines until I was finally free. Ron and I slumped onto the bed where we shared the fun of sucking on each others hard cock until I could not stand it any more. “I want you to fuck me so bad right now sweetie,” I purred when I took my mouth off his cock. “Me too,” his voice raspy from desire replied as he moved around while I lifted my feet over my head. Ron was a great lover! He started off by licking my perky little ass until it was nice and wet as his hands kept fondling my balls. Of course, I was playing with my tits all the time. Then, I closed my eyes tight as he began kissing his way up my tummy and then sucking on my titties. I could feel the swollen head of his cock now pressing against my ass and I wanted him. I reached down and grabbed his hips, pulling him forward until he started to spread my hole. I was so excited that he pretty much slipped right into me. The sensation of my own cock trapped between our bodies as he fucked me hard was way too much for this beautiful shemale and before long, he was loading my ass with his man cream and I was squirting mine between our bodies perhaps sticking us together for all time. That night, we had sex three more times together and then we showered and went to bed for the night as he held me close to his warm bodies. I knew then that being a shemale was the only way I would or could be. Before Ron left for home, he asked if he could see me again and I told him I would always be there for him when he came to town. Since he was such a great lover, why would I say anything else. I can still feel that delicious cock caressing my ass.
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All my love
Colleen

Colleen Does College

colleen — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:22:17 +0000

Linda woke me really early on the morning of the first day of school. My nerves were raw from a sleepless night and anticipating every possible problem that could come of me being outed by some bastard professor. I had nightmares about the registrar coming up to me in the middle of a crowded corridor, grabbing me by the cock and marching me out the front door telling me never to come back. However, I was determined to do this and two hours later, Linda looked at me and smiled telling me that I was perfect. Dressed in my mid-thigh pleated skirt and sweater, Linda and I left for school. Before my first class, I went to my firs professor’s office and explained to him who I was and asked that he address me by Colleen in class if he were to address me at all. He was an old school professor and I figured he would tell me to fuck off particularly since my first class was anatomy and he was sure to laugh me out of his office. He did not though. He told me it took a lot of courage to come forward and that he would try to help as much as he could. Needless to say, my first class was great and my prof was true to his word. Because of him, I was able to focus on the work and take part in his lecture lab without concern. The second class was much like the first and I began to let my guard down thinking that they would all go the same. I was suddenly wrenched back to reality when, upon meeting with my third professor of the day he literally told me to fuck off. He was younger than the others and a real red necked ass hole who figured that when not in use, guns should be used to pick his teeth and women were there only to fuck and get a blow job if fucking them was out of the question. Nervously, I went into his lecture hall, and it took the bastard all of two seconds to out me causing every pair of eyes in that hall to focus on the fucked up guy in the middle of the room. Amid whispers and nervous laughter of derision, I mustered my courage and spoke to all of them and snidely berated the professor for being a jerk who promptly got into a huff and threatened to kick my ass out of class. A couple of red-necked jocks at the back of the lecture lab jeered and taunted me but I was determined not to back down. Most of the students though simply had “so what” attitude so when I sat back down, the class went along as usual. After class, a couple of the girls came over to me to check me out. They collectively agreed that I should have been a girl and I had done a good job in hiding the boy parts. As they talked, I could not help noticing the gawkers as they stared and snickered at me but I didn’t care. I was there, after all to be educated in my chosen research discipline and nothing else mattered. Sure, I hoped that I would be accepted but I knew better than that. I knew there would be some tough times ahead and that I could even be beaten to crap.
After classes were done, I moved hastily across the street from the campus to have a wee and a coffee. It was there that my worst fears were recognized. The sneering assholes from my last class it seemed had followed me off campus and were about to teach me a lesson. They formed a circle around me and started with the jibes until one aggressive bastard decided to try it on and pushed me. He wasn’t that much bigger than I, but he had decided that since I was a poof, he would have no problem in kicking the shit out of me. When I turned to confront him, his fist landed on my cheek and sent me reeling backwards but the others in their little bashing party promptly steadied me only to send me back towards the primary foe. I tried not to get upset and maintain my dignity but I knew that he would not let up. I ducked and dodged his next three attempts at hitting me all the while trying to reason with him. Of course, being a bully son of a bitch, there was no reasoning with him and I decided it was time to protect myself. I knew I could not take them all but I could inflict enough damage before they had me completely. Those eight years of Kung Fu training that my father had insisted upon kicked in and hurt my foe and dropped him to the ground and readied myself for the next attack that came in the form of three. I punched and kicked with great control and was about to inflict more serious damage when the sound of an approaching siren stopped them short. Slightly dissheveled and blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, two police constables quickly got out of the car and began to forcefully break up the tiny gathering. In response to one of the officers saying with a high degree of disgust that these ruffians were beating up a woman, one of the boys said “she is a guy”.
“And your point is?” the female officer asked as she radioed in for backup. “Well, he’s a fag,” the moron said. “That gives you the right to beat up an innocent person does it?” the officer asked as she handcuffed his hands behind his back. “You are under arrest,” she said calmly yet forcefully. “Officer,” I finally broke in after rationalizing the consequences of their arrest. “I prefer not to press charges. I clearly am a novelty and they decided a good target. They are also obviously pretty intelligent to be going to this university in the research sciences so I would like to let this pass just for this one time.” The constable and her partner warned against it but at my insistence, they released the handcuffs and then lectured them on the need to use their brains and if they should respond again to such an incident, they would press charges and make sure they paid dearly for their actions.
Nursing my cheek and wiping away the blood, I turned my back on them and began the walk home knowing that they had no idea why I had done what I did. When I finally reached my bedroom, I collapsed on my bed and cried partly because of the horrible day and partly relieved that I was not killed by those ass holes. When Linda got home, I vented my doubts that had been simmering in my mind for the rest of the afternoon and, after listening to me she finally sighed and softly said, “But you made it through sweetie and now there is no turning back.”
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All my love
Colleen

Even Shemales Need a Pee

colleen — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 12:08:25 +0000

I was literally over the moon when I returned to the apartment my step-sister and I shared. Apart from really having a great time with Steve and really being able to explore sex the way we wanted to, I convinced myself that the new me, the real Colleen, was perfect for the world.
The following day was going to be a huge day for me. It was not possible for me to attend the classes as a female unless I met with the registrar to both explain my situation and to change the name on my admissions. Although I had already applied to have my name changed from David to Colleen and was awaiting the court date so I could stand before a judge, it would not be until after the semester started and it would not be “a good thing” to become Colleen before my fellow student’s eyes. I got up in the morning full of hope and not seeing a problem with this being done since it would be legal soon anyway and, as I sat in the registrar’s office as Colleen, I waited with baited breath.
Finally, I was shown into his office and he asked, “What can I do for you young lady?” He seemed friendly enough even though he was a big man and in his late fifties, he appeared, on the surface at least, to have an open mind.
“I need to change my registration,” I said confidently.
He looked at me and asked my name and when I said David, he looked at me oddly, his already pale skin went stark white. “Explain yourself,” he commanded suddenly changing from mild to judgmental. I explained to him that although I was born male, I really was female inside and assured him that I had applied to the courts for a name change. His pronounced frown sent a dark pall over his desk and he asked simply, “Physiologically, what are you?” When I told him that I was male, he rudely chuckled and asked, “So where are you going to the bathroom boy? You sure are not going to use the girls facilities and you are certainly not going to play any female team sports. I do not see this as practical.”
To be honest, I had never thought of going to the bathroom or taking a piss. He was right that I could not use the men’s room but to bar me from the girls’ was not fair. “It isn’t going to happen son,” he said with such condescention it sent a shiver up my back. “But,” I began to protest before he cut me off.
“Do you know what would happen if a female student complained that there was a pervert using her toilet? Beyond that,” he boomed, “How in the hell do I know that you have no interest in women? How do I know that you don’t want to secretly take pictures of naked girls. It is not going to happen. You are David! You are a male and that is how you will be registered if you want to go to school here.” Suddenly, his tone softened and, as he read the computer screen with my scholastic data said, “It would be a shame to lose such a bright mind though.” After telling me he would have to confer with the university president and the legal department he said that the school would advise him of the outcome before the school year began. “Him,” I thought knowing that the sneer on my face was obvious. “Look at me man, do I look like a him to you? You sexist unrelenting bastard,” I thought. I stood and left his office.
When Linda go home later in the day, she found me in my room crying inconsolably. When I told her about my meeting with the registrar, she wrapped her arms around me and held me like a mother holds her daughter. “What am I going to do?” I sobbed. For two weeks, I could not shake the misery I felt in spite of my step sister being such a sweetie. When the letter finally arrived, I ripped open the envelope with guarded optimism. Surely they could see I was a shemale. Surely they would make some kind of concession for my plight. As I read the letter, my eyes filled with tears. They could not see that I was a shemale and they would not make any concessions. Even after I had my name legally changed, they said, would they allow it simply because of the bathroom shit. I had no idea what to do. Would it be wise to be my shemale self and have professors address me as David? I could handle the jeers from fellow students since I had gone through school being the class geek and they always made fun of me. Now I would be surrounded by adults and if one of those adults happened to be some bible thumping hypocrite who thought the answer to shemales was beating them to death, could I handle that? Dejected and depressed, I curled up in my bed for three days straight and not even Linda could get me up. If I needed to pee, I got up went, and then returned to the safety of my bed. On the morning of the fourth day I awoke and yelled out, “Fuck all of you! I am Colleen NOT David and I will be damned if you bastards are going to ban me from school. Tough shit if any of you don’t like it. Give me your worst and I will fucking well take it.”
I got up and dressed then I walked the campus. I found that there were three placed on or near the campus where they had single bathrooms that I could go into. There was a small coffee shop not more than a ten minute walk that I could go to and use if needed. So if the bathroom was the problem, I just solved it so, defiantly, on the first day of school, Colleen got dressed and went in for her first day of university as a Shemale and I would deal with everything else after. It would have to be the registrar to keep me out of school because I was going to learn to be a scientist and I was going to do it as Colleen and if they did not like it then they would be the ones to expel me. “After all,” I thought, “I could always be in porn movies.”
Next time, I am going to tell you about my first day of university and the bad shit that happened as well as some not too bad stuff. In the meantime, if you want to check out one of my very favorite porno sites that is pure Exotic Shemale heaven.

Thank you for visiting me
Colleen

The Shemale Butterfly

colleen — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:51:53 +0000

As soon as I could, I moved from my parents home and into Linda’s apartment. In all, we had two and a half months to prepare me for the world and the one thing I wanted to be, was perfect. I had stopped getting haircuts just after Christmas much to my father’s chagrin, but I refused to cut it and neither my father or mother could understand why a young man who was always so neatly groomed would now decide to go shaggy. How could I tell them I was turning into a woman before their very eyes? As soon as I moved in, I started doing my hair properly while Linda helped me completely to wax all of the hair from my body including my face. Fortunately I was blessed with a pretty light growth of hair on my face and never had one of those five o’clock shadows, but the beard definitely needed to be dealt with. Waxing my face was just short of torture but I was a shemale on a mission and soon it was over. I decided after it was over that as soon as I could afford to get electrolysis on my face I would and that would put an end to this torture forever. With my eyebrows plucked and shaped, Linda stood back and looked at me and nodded with a triumphant smile. “We need to get your hair properly done,” she said and immediately picked up the phone to make an appointment with her hairdresser who just happened to be gay. She made the appointment for a week later so she and I could go do some shopping for clothes. My step sister had impeccable taste in clothes and every time I tried something on, she made sure that it was right. I would, after all, be wearing these things to school and on the street so they had to fit right. There is nothing like going out in a pair of jeans and having a cock bulging out when you don’t want it to.
The only thing left to do was to get rid of all of my pubic hair except for lust a thin wispy line that I wanted pointing down to my cock. I tried to do it on my own but found it hard to see even surrounded by mirrors so, once again, I looked to my sweet step sister to jump in to the breach and to help me. I must admit that as I grew closer to being a woman, I was becoming more self-conscious about Linda seeing me naked but this needed doing and I stripped naked in front of her. She went right to work and in spite of my screeches of pain, continued to wax away the hair including the stuff that gathered around my sphincter. Doing my balls was a challenge. For one thing, having someone’s hand playing with my bag got me excited even though it was a girl but Linda was not distracted from her task. Soon, my balls were as hair free as my legs, my ass, and my chest and she moved aside to let me see my reflection in the mirror and asked if I approved. “How could I not?” I asked looking at the soft hairless skin. My cock was rock hard partly because of my anticipation in being hairless and partly because my sweet Linda had been playing with my cock and balls to get me that way. “We cannot leave you like that,” she observed casually. “We need to see what you look like when you are soft.” Without saying a word, Linda knew that I was always up for a blow job, even by a girl, so she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked me dry and made sure that not a drop of cum would escape her throat. “You can be such a little slut,” I said still reeling from the orgasm. A wry smile grew over her face and she answered, “So can you Colleen! But now I need to get some of that girl love.” I knew what she meant. We went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed where I sucked on her tits as she played with mine and finally worked down to her ass where I licked and probed it wit my tongue.
Ever since that first time I fucked her pussy and told her I would never do that again, we made an agreement that she would deal with her pussy as long as I did not mind putting my cock into a girl’s ass or sucking her tits. For the time being I agreed to that and so, as she fingered her wet girlie part, I rode my step sister like a puppy in heat until I filled her bum with more of my goo.
The following week we shopped and the day of my hairdressing appointment, I dressed under the watchful and critical eye of my step sister. Once I was all done, she examined my makeup and said I looked good and in fact better than a lot of her girlfriends. The test would be the hairdresser. He would be the first person other than Linda to see me as a girl. Would I pass the test? “You didn’t tell me he was so hot,” I whispered in my sister’s ear when she introduced me. I sat down and he ran his fingers through my hair shaking his head slowly. “We need to do a lot of work my dear,” he said clearly up to the challenge. He worked for over a three hours and when he finished, he unveiled an absolutely gorgeous do and a whole new me. “You are going to have all the boys clambering to be with you Colleen,” he said causing Linda to laugh. “Oh,” he said correcting himself, “Are you gay?”
Linda came up to him and leaned into his ear and whispered, “Colleen is my step-brother. I don’t think all of the boys are going to be chasing him.”
“No chance, are you really a shemale?” he asked almost hopeful.
“Yes,” I replied. “Do you like what you see?”
He said he did and invited me out for the night to introduce me to some of his friends as a coming out gift. That night was nothing short of amazing. Colin took me to one of his favorite clubs and introduced me to a lot of his friends who, at first, thought I was a girl. We partied and drank a lot and when it was over, Colin took me home, kissed me good night and left making sure that we could go out again so we could experience a more personal coming out. Linda was up and waiting for all of the details and after I told her what had happened, she said, “You go girl!”
There is one more test I want to make before I go to he registrar and tell him to change my name on file. I need to go back home and get together with Steve. I know mom and dad will recognize me right off the bat, but if I can fool Steve and have him take me out as his girlfriend, I will know that I am perfect.” With that, I called Steve and told him I was coming to town the next weekend and wanted to know if he wanted to meet me at the hotel restaurant. He readily agreed. I was sitting there when he came into the dimly lit restaurant and I sat watching him from the bar. He looked around for me and when he could not see me he sat waiting at the bar just four stools away. After ordering a drink, he looked at me and asked if I were waiting for someone and I said that I was and asked him the same thing to which he said yes. “Well,” I said, if we get stood up we could always get together.” Steve gave me a weird look and said, “I don’t think so!” I studied him closely and asked, “Are you gay?” He averted his eyes from mine but said nothing. Conversation turned to other things as I moved to sit beside him until I could not take it any more. “Screw it!” I hissed softly. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Screw dinner Steve,” I said. “Let’s go up to my room!”
Suddenly the penny dropped in his mind and Steve realized that I was not a woman but his old friend David. “Colleen, is that you?” he asked hopefully. “Yes sweetie,” I said, “It is me!”
In the light of the room, he told me that he had no idea it was me and even as he stood there looking at me he was having a hard time seeing the old David. When I took his hand and guided it to the now pulsating bulge beneath my dress, he grinned openly and then he slowly began to unwrap his new present. That night, we fucked and sucked and made love like we had never done before and before he left the following morning asked me to go out with him that night to a sports banquet as his date. The date was perfect and no one knew that the girl Steve had brought was really a shemale and when we got back to my hotel room, he sucked my cock until I exploded all over him. My plan had worked and the new shemale Colleen had been introduced to the world.
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Thank you for visiting me
Colleen

Introducing Allanah Starr

colleen — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 12:52:31 +0000

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