Well, my gens is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the city or setting where my stories take blank space. I 'm currently 19 eld old, a senior high school school day drop-out working a total time job. I live by myself, with the exception of my two pet dogs and Pisces the Fishes. I cook, I clean, I get by in life by just relaxing and having fun.

I was born a boy, and I really did retrieve I was a boy as life went by. I had a boys name, I had a member, and I had a males body. But something did n't sense right as I approached my teenager years. I began to colour my fingernails, which my Mom would always launder off before I went to schoolhouse. I had different mind of what clothes to buy and wear. And my blonde hair was something which I wanted to grow long, not get a haircut like most male child do when their whisker gets long. My Mom knew something was up with me, and I knew it as well. We went to the MD a lot but my Mom and the Doctors always talked privately without me.

When I hit my teenage years, I went to the medico my myself. I mean, I knew there was something wrong with me but I did n't know what. I told the Dr. everything which occurred in my life. Eventually I was told that I had a rarified psychological gender disorderliness called Transsexualism. I had to undergo intervention, medications and surgery to receive my gender change if I wished to do so. I said yes.

Eventually, I saw the change coming towards me. I was not a male anymore, but a female person. The whisker on my body, my part, and my body figure was changing so I could get a female. My friends, crime syndicate, and teachers saw the change and the amount of emotions towards me changed so harmfully that I had to drop out of school. I rented myself my own apartment at 18 as I was working now a full time job.

I describe myself as a skinny lady friend, long and straightaway blonde hair which reached just retiring my bosom. I have small but I could crap it bigger with medications, however I choose not to take. I have obscure green eyes, small turn nose, and a small-scale but cute smile. I got my lips, belly-button, and ears pierced which helps discover me. I 'm so happy right now because almost everyone I meet, they ca n't tell whatsoever that I was once a boy. I look like a girl, sound like a girl, and have female characteristics.

I started masturbating at 16, not with my penis, but with my butt-hole. I began fingering it, placing point inside, and felt the look so gratifying. At this time, I also began going on Craigslist and helped myself to earning extra Johnny Cash and having fun at the same clip.

If the XNXX community likes my taradiddle, I will post to a greater extent and more whenever I get the chance. If they do n't well, have a good liveliness and enjoy yourself.
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