Lady Regina

If I worried about what is said about me, I would be in endless therapy. All I know is when I’m being female and doing my girl thing, there are no other thoughts in my head, definitely no negative ones. I feel that connecting with my she-side is the only therapy I need. I so love this freedom of solitude and expression that is essential when I express my female self.

It is so satisfying and yet people condemn me for this. Part of the fascination is the forbidden aspect, which makes it exciting. When I am in full makeup and staring in the mirror at that sexy bitch, my heart starts to skip and I get scared. Yet I continue pushing the envelope. I can only concentrate on the girl in the mirror and everything else is blurred and vague. I can’t resist touching and squeezing my pert round boobs. I love grabbing them and pushing them into a nice cleavage. Squeezing my oversized nipples gives me sexual chills down my back.

I glance down at that spot where a pussy should have been, but. I can only see a penis and testicles in my view. I blink a couple of times and look closer to see my imaginary Vagina. I feel my nipples tighten up even more at the sight. I pause and take a few deep breaths. This is so damn good, I think as I become misty eyed, feeling a tingle flowing in my she-girl regions, from the tip of my toes to the tip of my fingers, to the tip of my nipples. As always, tears well in my eyes and I am overcome by the urge to moan and laugh out loud, and I do. There are times when the pleasure seems physical and all around the outside of my body. Invisible forces make me moan involuntarily asl my asspussy aches for penetration.

Presently I am active and more out the closet than usual. I dress in stylish feminine attire and boldly go out into the world to tend to my business. I no longer hesitate to show up in local establishments and let my hair down. I am still holding on to secrecy and may or may not go public. Right now I don’t need the world to know my secret, only a few sympathizers.