As part of coming to terms with who and what I am I am going to describe some of my experiences as a trans gurl.

 I have always been fascinated by the look and feel of girl's clothes, and drawn to the feminine side of experience. As a boy I would daydream about wearing pretty dresses and playing with dolls, and learned how to enjoy these things without being caught out by my parents. When they were away I would dress up in my mother's underwear, tights, blouses and skirts - or my sister's party dresses.

When I left home I explored this side of my life more fully. I joined a transvestite support group in London, and through this group I met Jill. She lived with her mother, but no matter how hard she tried to come out to her, the more she wouldn't believe her! This gave Jill quite a lot of freedom - she had grown her hair, and would go shopping in a local boutique at weekends. When I met her, she drew the line at wearing panties, but she agreed to try when I told her how good it felt.

One weekend Jill invited me to spend the weekend at her flat - her mum was away. On Saturday morning I shaved myself all over and pulled on my black satin panties, stockings and suspenders over which I wore a pink tee, tight jeans and a denim jacket. I packed and left for Jill's flat.

We started by dressing together, She showed me the pink satin panties and matching bra she was wearing, and thanked me for turning her onto the joy of frilly undies. I wriggled into my black lacy bra and put on my white lacy blouse and tight red miniskirt. She wore a short floral dress. We had some wine and made each other up, getting giggly.

We sat down on the sofa, and Jill brought out a box of magazines. These had pictures of transvestites, and we admired them remarking on who had sexy legs and liked wearing lovely clothes. We laughed at the lipstick marks we were leaving on the wineglasses, and moved closer together to read the magazines. I noticed as Jill brushed against my arm. Our nyloned legs brushed together. I touched Jill's knee. Then she brought out a magazine showing naked men and we giggled at the sixe of their cocks. Jill's hand rested on my thigh. I was shocked for a second, but then I turned to her and kissed he on the lips. She returned my kiss and moved her hand up my thigh, under my skirt. I  ran my hand up her leg and under her skirt, up to her stocking tops, the naked skin above..and further.

 Without a word she led me to her bedroom where we undressed each other down to undies. We positioned ourselves so each of us were faced with satin panties strained by erect cocks. We pulled down the waistbands and started to suck each other. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had, bringing my lover to orgasm and taking care to take every drop of her cum. I knew I had to have more, and be taken as a girl by a man.