Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the city or setting where my stories take place. I 'm currently 19 days old, a mellow schooltime drop-out working a wax time job. I live by myself, with the exception of my two pet dogs and fishes. I cook, I clean, I get by in animation by just relaxing and having fun.

I was born a boy, and I really did think I was a boy as life went by. I had a son public figure, I had a penis, and I had a male person body. But something did n't find right as I approached my adolescent years. I began to colour my fingernails, which my Mom would always wash off before I went to schoolhouse. I had dissimilar mind of what clothes to buy and fag out. And my blond whisker was something which I wanted to grow long, not get a haircut like most son do when their hair gets long. My Mom knew something was up with me, and I knew it as well. We went to the doctors a lot but my Mom and the medico always talked privately without me.

When I hit my teenage days, I went to the Doctor of the Church my myself. I mean, I knew there was something wrongly with me but I did n't know what. I told the doctors everything which occurred in my sprightliness. Eventually I was told that I had a rarified psychological gender upset called Transsexualism. I had to undergo intervention, medications and surgery to take in my sexuality change if I wished to do so. I said yes.

Eventually, I saw the change coming towards me. I was not a male person anymore, but a female person. The hairs on my body, my voice, and my body flesh was changing so I could become a female. My friends, family, and teachers saw the changes and the measure of emotions towards me changed so harmfully that I had to dribble out of shoal. I rented myself my own apartment at 18 as I was working now a full metre job.

I describe myself as a skinny girl, long and flat blond hair which reached just past my boob. I have small but I could create it giving with medicinal drug, however I choose not to deal. I have coloured putting green eyes, small one shot nose, and a small but cunning smile. I got my sassing, belly-button, and ears pierced which helps identify me. I 'm so glad right now because almost everyone I meet, they ca n't secern whatsoever that I was once a boy. I look like a girl, audio like a young woman, and have female characteristics.

I started masturbating at 16, not with my phallus, but with my butt-hole. I began fingering it, placing token inside, and felt the look so pleasurable. At this metre, I also began going on Craigslist and helped myself to earning extra cash and having fun at the same time.

If the XNXX community likes my history, I will place more and to a greater extent whenever I get the chance. If they do n't well, have a goodness biography and enjoy yourself.
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