After a couple of months in therapy there was not much of a man left inside me. All I craved were other man, being with them and letting them use me to relieve their filthy urges. My first time with a real man - I realized that I was none of them anymore, I was a sissy, a cross dresser - was in the gym locker room. And that first time opened the floodgates for more. And more.
I write because I love to write. Because I like to come up with and tell stories. Those stories tend to include sissies, female domination and mature women. Enjoy your read.
