From Tomboy To Fem, A Natural Transition

I'm one of those girls who grew up as a tomboy. I never felt I was a boy. I liked doing boy stuff. I lived in rural Wyoming, on a ranch. My mother did a lot of guy stuff. We fished and hunted, we also knew how to change a tire. My mother reminded me that when I wiped I was only a girl, and not to forget it. Girls knew how to cook, how to keep and run a house.

In my post puberty days I was more curious about girls than boys and I liked showing myself to the other girls in my class. I let girls touch, I kissed girls' sexual organs, inside and out. I understood how a girl's anatomy worked and I enjoyed showing girls how to have sex with me. I was a tomboy and a les. And several cowgirls wanted to be les too. By the time I left high school I was no longer a virgin, I wore a dress to prom. I had my les girlfriend, but I was getting pummeled regulated by a boy.

I'm 31, I live in a big city by the sea. I arrived on the arm of a man, he is not shy about putting my girl parts to work. I'm a good enough cook and I run the house, the dog, and little Mike and his sister Solange. I have a girlfriend, my husband knows her and he is ok if we play around. I don't dress as a tomboy, I'm pretty fem to tell the truth, I prefer dresses to pants.

Back on the ranch I had outdoor responsibilities, where I live the outside is for playing, not for work. Here dressing up is the thing to do, not wearing jeans and work boots. I'm glad I have my les side, I really love getting intimate with a girl. But I have a husband and he wants a girl when he comes home.