Well, my name is Lizzie Elliott. I was born and raised in Toronto Canada. Toronto is also the urban center or setting where my stories take place. I 'm currently 19 years old, a senior high school school day drop-out working a full time job. I live by myself, with the exception of my two pet dogs and Pisces. I cook, I clean, I get by in aliveness by just relaxing and having fun.

I was born a boy, and I really did call back I was a boy as lifetime went by. I had a boys name, I had a member, and I had a Male body. But something did n't experience right as I approached my stripling years. I began to colour my fingernails, which my Mom would always rinse off before I went to schoolhouse. I had dissimilar ideas of what wearing apparel to buy and wear. And my blond hair was something which I wanted to grow long, not get a haircut like most boys do when their hair 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 Doctors always talked privately without me.

When I hit my teenage geezerhood, I went to the doctors my myself. I mean, I knew there was something damage with me but I did n't recognise what. I told the Doctor everything which occurred in my life. Eventually I was told that I had a rare psychological gender disorderliness called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medicament and surgery to have my gender variety 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 person. The hairs on my eubstance, my vocalization, and my body flesh was changing so I could become a female. My friends, family, and teacher saw the alteration and the amount of emotions towards me changed so harmfully that I had to leave out out of schoolhouse. I rented myself my own apartment at 18 as I was working now a entire time job.

I describe myself as a tight fitting girl, long and direct blond fuzz which reached just past my breasts. I have small but I could gain it with child with medications, however I choose not to lead. I have dismal green heart, small daily round nozzle, and a little but cute smile. I got my sass, belly-button, and ears pierced which helps describe 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 little girl, phone like a girl, and have female characteristic.

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

If the XNXX community of interests ilk my stories, I will post Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent whenever I get the chance. If they do n't well, have a good living and enjoy yourself.
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