With A First Step You Begin Your Journey

I have this memory of mine that is always with me. It was that day that you cross over and can't come back. The day you lose your virginity. I was sixteen going on seventeen, I had feelings that came and went but came back. I was discovering my clitoris, and my nipples. I used a pair of clothespins on my nipples, but couldn't get the clothespin to stay put on my clitoris. For penetration I was using the handle on my hand held mirror. I also used the mirror to get to know myself better.

A boy named Samuel pushed me around at school, and liked to take my bra strap and pop it. He ran his hand on my ass, and picked up my boob with his fingers when he talked to me. He asked me if I was one of those that was hairy, or did I shave my lips so he could kiss them. He asked me if when I peed I wanted him to wipe me, he asked me if wanted to suck his dick for him.

It was a lot more than I could handle. Using my mirror I shaved my lips, with the handle I fucked myself, I used my clothespins on my nipples and rubbed my clit until I had an orgasm. When I was with him I whispered to him that I had shaved my lips so if he wanted to kiss them. We went to the room of Miss Andrews who was on maternity leave and I took off my panties and sat back in the chair and opened my legs and I let him kiss me. He took out his dick and I sucked him. We were going to fuck but then we got cold feet and I tool him to come over on Thursday, the day my mother went to church in the afternoon.

I waited for him to come, he came in the backdoor and I had on only my bra and panties. I let him feel up my tits and kiss me. I took his dick out and sucked him, I peeled off my panties and laid back and he fucked me. But then it was only fifteen minutes since he had come over and my mother wouldn't be back for another hour so we sat around naked. I let him poke round with his finger and find my clitoris and tickle me. I couldn't take it and slammed my legs shut and told him I was too sensitive. I spent some time holding his dick in my hand, but then I got scared and told him that he should leave before my mother came home from church and found us.

And to the best of my memory that's how I crossed over and became a 'woman'.

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