Transsexual Female / 25
I have found the man that I want to be around all the time, who is the most caring wonderful man. His name is John and I am Anna. He is 27 and I am 25.
He is so handsome, rugged, manly, strong and so sexy. He has the most beautiful blue eyes that seem to look right in my heart and know exactly what I need.
His body is totally muscles but not in an ugly way. He has hair just down to the collor on his shirt. Parted on the left and very nice hair.
He is totally against violence but can handle himself if he has to. On our second date a drunk man tried to hit on me while I was holding John. Then he hit John in the face. He tried to hit him again and John stepped back. The drunk man missed and lost his balance and hit his head hard. John is, I found out right then, an EMT. He went to the guy and began to treat him and people were calling 911.
He took me to meet his family the next day. I love his parents they are so wonderful. His dad told him not to let me go. We spend sunday's with them. His mother and I are in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner. The men are in the living room doing whatever men do. When dinner is ready we all sit down and eat. Then I won't let his mother do dishes, I always do them. I have also been going to his parents, I am told that they are my parents too, every Wednesday and clean the house for her.
I love this man and I love his family. He also has 2 sisters and 1 brother who are wonderful. I probably don't have to say this but, he doesn't smoke, no drugs, doesn't get drunk but likes beer. I can be a bitch sometimes and has never yelled at me much less hit me. He is awesome.
He also has a very impressive dick. He is 220 lbs and I am 93 lbs.
But... I was born a little girl trapped inside a boys body. I was 3 when I told my parents that I was a girl. They took me to see a doctor and a pysichstrist and they said that I was transgender.
I was put on testosterone blockers and estrogen so my hormones have only been estrogen so I developed like a girl. I am 5'2" and 93 lbs. Size 6 shoes.
I had my surgery when I was 19 and I am a happy girl. But I have not told the love of my life that I was born wrong. How can I risk losing such a wonderful man. I have to tell him sometime. Pray for me please.
He is so handsome, rugged, manly, strong and so sexy. He has the most beautiful blue eyes that seem to look right in my heart and know exactly what I need.
His body is totally muscles but not in an ugly way. He has hair just down to the collor on his shirt. Parted on the left and very nice hair.
He is totally against violence but can handle himself if he has to. On our second date a drunk man tried to hit on me while I was holding John. Then he hit John in the face. He tried to hit him again and John stepped back. The drunk man missed and lost his balance and hit his head hard. John is, I found out right then, an EMT. He went to the guy and began to treat him and people were calling 911.
He took me to meet his family the next day. I love his parents they are so wonderful. His dad told him not to let me go. We spend sunday's with them. His mother and I are in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner. The men are in the living room doing whatever men do. When dinner is ready we all sit down and eat. Then I won't let his mother do dishes, I always do them. I have also been going to his parents, I am told that they are my parents too, every Wednesday and clean the house for her.
I love this man and I love his family. He also has 2 sisters and 1 brother who are wonderful. I probably don't have to say this but, he doesn't smoke, no drugs, doesn't get drunk but likes beer. I can be a bitch sometimes and has never yelled at me much less hit me. He is awesome.
He also has a very impressive dick. He is 220 lbs and I am 93 lbs.
But... I was born a little girl trapped inside a boys body. I was 3 when I told my parents that I was a girl. They took me to see a doctor and a pysichstrist and they said that I was transgender.
I was put on testosterone blockers and estrogen so my hormones have only been estrogen so I developed like a girl. I am 5'2" and 93 lbs. Size 6 shoes.
I had my surgery when I was 19 and I am a happy girl. But I have not told the love of my life that I was born wrong. How can I risk losing such a wonderful man. I have to tell him sometime. Pray for me please.
