He made me feel soft and feminineand always seemed to be attentive to my every desire. I enjoyed beingwith him and thought with my wife's approval I w...uld like to date him.Both my wife and Kim showed the acceptance of my feelings. Cathy saidagain that she is OK with me dating Steve at a slow pace. She thought itnecessary for curing my disease. Kim agreed.My head was spinning, dressed as a Southern Bell, in pretty makeup andhigh heels all the time and dating Steve was way too much for me. I was heartbroken, but Mom moved in with her brother a week after the funeral. I never heard from her again. Never wanted to.It was around this time that I met Martin. He was a strong guy, having lived off the land for generations until a land-grabbing company threw him out of his hometown. We had sex on the very first night, and realized we were meant for each other. Martin was always the macho sort, and he immediately perceived my lack of power. My tendency to place myself at his disposal and. To be honest, Idid not care. I know he wanted me and was happy with me and that as afamily we functioned, albeit as a rather unusual one. We fit together!Soon after that night, I resolved to go at least some way towardschanging my gender. Appointments were made and advice taken and soon Iwas on hormones to change the shape of my body and grow my own breasts.My body accepted the changes well and I know have an impressive cleavageof my own. The final decision to remove me of my last bastion. Huney, if you could have seen what you did and how those menmade you come alive you would know just how horny I still am. You are aninspiration to all tgirls, everywhere. Those selfish bastards only had eyesand hard cocks for you... which, of course, was the whole idea....hahahahaha... and even though I think I must have masturbated myself to cum5 or 6 times during the course of the night, I just couldn't find therelease I needed. Doing yourself just isn't the same as having a hung studdoing.