Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the metropolis or setting where my stories take place. I 'm currently 19 years old, a gamey shoal drop-out working a full time job. I live by myself, with the exclusion of my two pet click and Fish. I cook, I clean, I get by in life by just relaxing and having fun.

I was born a boy, and I really did believe I was a boy as life went by. I had a boys public figure, I had a penis, and I had a males body. But something did n't feel right as I approached my juvenile years. I began to colour my fingernails, which my Mom would always rinse off before I went to schooling. I had different ideas of what clothes to buy and wear. And my blond hair was something which I wanted to grow long, not get a haircut like most boy do when their pilus gets long. My Mom knew something was up with me, and I knew it as well. We went to the Doctor a lot but my Mom and the Doctor of the Church always talked privately without me.

When I hit my teenage years, I went to the doctors my myself. I mean, I knew there was something damage with me but I did n't know what. I told the doctors everything which occurred in my lifetime. Eventually I was told that I had a rarified psychological gender disorder called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medication and operation to have my gender modification if I wished to do so. I said yes.

Eventually, I saw the changes coming towards me. I was not a Male anymore, but a female. The hair on my trunk, my voice, and my body figure was changing so I could become a female person. My admirer, family, and teachers saw the changes and the amount of emotions towards me changed so harmfully that I had to drop out of school day. I rented myself my own apartment at 18 as I was working now a full phase of the moon clip job.

I describe myself as a skinny girl, long and uncoiled blond hair which reached just past my breasts. I have small but I could make it gravid with medications, however I choose not to take. I have dark light-green eyes, small round nose, and a diminished but cute grinning. I got my back talk, belly-button, and pinna pierced which helps key out me. I 'm so happy right wing now because almost everyone I meet, they ca n't narrate whatsoever that I was once a boy. I look like a girl, sound like a miss, and have female device characteristic.

I started masturbating at 16, not with my penis, but with my butt-hole. I began fingering it, placing detail inside, and felt the feelings so pleasurable. At this time, I also began going on Craigslist and helped myself to earning additional cash and having fun at the Saame time.

If the XNXX residential district likes my stories, I will post More and more whenever I get the chance. If they do n't well, have a good spirit and bask yourself.
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