Perfect 10 (T-Girl Encounters)
By Marlene Sexton
Published by Red Heels Press at Smashwords
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I was born Jonathan Allen McIntyre but I changed my name when I was nineteen. Now my friends and family know me as Cindy, though my mom insists on calling me Cynthia. I knew I was a girl before I was in kindergarten. I lived as a boy until I was sixteen but I couldn’t contain my feminine side any longer. It’s been twelve years since I came out. I’m living as a woman and most people have no idea I was ever anything else. I’m not ashamed I’m a transwomen, however, you just don’t announce something like that, you know.
Well, I was lucky in a lot of ways, not too tall, slight build, and soft features. I even had nice breasts with just the hormone therapy though I got implants anyway. Bigger isn’t always better, but it made me feel more like a woman. For instance, I am unlucky in one respect. I’m hung like horse. I’m not bragging, it’s the truth. I sport nine and half inches to be exact. Not my most feminine feature, though the guys and the occasional girl I date seem to enjoy it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it too.
There are two kinds of transwomen, generally. One type sees their penis as a liability, a reminder that they aren’t genetic women and they want little or nothing to do with it. The other type doesn’t mind being a “chick with a dick” so to speak. They enjoy being a little different and feel feminine despite the penis between their legs, not to mention surgery is scary as hell. A nose job or fake tits are one thing, but sexual reassignment frankly scares the hell out me.