Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the city or setting where my story take station. I 'm currently 19 years old, a high school drop-out working a wide-cut time job. I live by myself, with the elision of my two pet dogs and Pisces. I cook, I clean, I get by in living by just relaxing and having fun.

I was born a boy, and I really did call up I was a boy as life went by. I had a boys name, I had a phallus, and I had a males organic structure. But something did n't feel right as I approached my teenage year. I began to colour my fingernails, which my Mom would always wash off before I went to school. I had different ideas of what clothes to buy and wear. And my blond pilus was something which I wanted to grow long, not get a haircut like well-nigh male child 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 Doctors always talked privately without me.

When I hit my teenage years, I went to the physician my myself. I mean, I knew there was something damage with me but I did n't know what. I told the Doctor of the Church everything which occurred in my life. Eventually I was told that I had a rare psychological gender disorder called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medicament and operating theatre to deliver my sexuality variety if I wished to do so. I said yes.

Eventually, I saw the modification coming towards me. I was not a male anymore, but a female. The hairs on my body, my spokesperson, and my torso soma was changing so I could become a distaff. My friends, folk, and teachers saw the changes and the measure 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 scrawny miss, long and straight blond fuzz which reached just past my knocker. I have small but I could take in it big with medications, however I choose not to engage. I have dark green center, small-scale circle olfactory organ, and a small but cute smile. I got my sassing, belly-button, and ears pierced which helps identify 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 daughter, strait like a daughter, and have female feature.

I started masturbating at 16, not with my penis, but with my butt-hole. I began fingering it, placing items inside, and felt the tactile sensation so gratifying. At this time, I also began going on Craigslist and helped myself to earning duplicate John Cash and having fun at the same clock time.

If the XNXX community the likes of my story, I will post more and more whenever I get the chance. If they do n't well, have a good living and enjoy yourself.
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