A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I wa... just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. After all that bullshit, I decided to look into getting some help. My family therapist was always a hard ass about every little thing. .having my chair pulled out for me, gently beingescorted to our seats at a ballet with his hand leading me by the smallof my back. It was clear that my obsession was escalating, and I wasbecoming very accepting about my desire to be with a man sexually butonly as a woman. I eventually got the courage to purchase dildos ofvarious sizes until settling on one that was a perfect duplicate of areal penis with veins. I read quite a bit about anal sex and becamevery curious about agitating my prostate. This had toend, now. I couldn't cope with this anymore, and I knew what I had todo: I grabbed a pair of scissors, and took them to my wardrobe. Itkilled me that I had to leave at least one pair of girly jeans, and thepink and white trainers (my most 'male' clothes now) so I had somethingto wear. Somehow that wasn't enough, and, as I saw myself in themirror, I knew what I needed to do. I had been proud of my hair for solong, but now it was an asset to my other half, so it had to go. Ihacked it. Still holding the brush, she immediately took off for the other room. I had to put the roller and tray down before setting off after her and it evolved into a childish chase from one room to the other until I had her cornered."Stand back!" she ordered using the brush as a sword. I had to take another dab of paint to my face before I disarmed her and carried her squealing back to a sawing stool. She struggled and pleaded as I sort to put her over my knee and it was some minutes before I gained a.