Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:02:24 +1200 From: ashe Subject: Transsexual tradition Transsexual tradition By Anoymous This is the story of our tribe and how we came to be. Long ago our tribe of Shotacon lived in the northern land and we were happy. Our men were tall and thin with long flowing black hair, we hunted the wild pigs in the forest and were faster than any other tribe. The entire tribe shared similar fair features and often outsiders confused the men for women. We lived in peace and harmony with nature until one day we got word of an attack from a distant tribe. Already this tribe named the Markos had ravaged many villages and we were next. Quickly we evacuated our women and children to higher ground and prepared for the fight. When they arrived we were amazed by the sheer size of them, they were all a head taller than us and were much more muscular. Undaunted we fought them until there was only a group of us left. In the end we were tied up and bruised, the Markos had won and we were to submit to their will. As night came on The Markos began to converse amongst them selves in their own language. They were all lovelorn as during their campaign in to our territory they had went many months without sex and were extremely stressed. It was then that the Shotacon tribe took a new path in life as mistaking many of us for women and desperate to please their appetite the Markos began to mate with us through the night. We were all impaled upon their cocks and soon we learnt that the Markos tribe were not normal as throughout the night they did not cum and their lust only grew. In the morning finally satisfied the Markos set sail home taking us aboard as slaves. As soon as we reached their homeland we were all sold into prostitution for our feminine looks. Soon we were taught to dress, behave and think like females who please their new masters. Over the course of a hundred years the Shotacon tribe would be subjected to many new tortures, one of which was the frogago. A frogago is when a Shatacon man has his penis stretched periodically until it is 18 inches long, and then we are made to wear a belt that pulls our penis between our legs and shoves most of it between our butt cheeks and up our anus so as to prepare ourselves for a Markos cock. As soon as a frogago was developed so were we forced to eat a special root form a jojo tree by the village shaman, gradually as we ingested this root our bodies became more rounded and feminine and our face and skin more soft an feminine until we could no longer be distinguished from a Markos village woman but the most notable change was how much our sex drives increased. Shotaco tribesmen were soon found in alleyways pleasing six Markos men, five times a day. Man years later our tribe became apart of the Markos tribe, it was now declared that instead of having just a wife every Markos man must have a Shotacon wife whose sole purpose would be to sexually please him. As time passed it was decreed that once every year a Shotacon man could mate with Markos woman to produce and heir who would become just like his father. Over a hundred years later Shotacon men no longer have to eat a jojo root to maintain their appearance or sex drive as many Shotacon are born feminine and have a raging sex drive even our penises no longer need to be lengthened as like our sex drive and features our genetic DNA has adapted to fit our purpose. Today we Shtacon men are proud of our history and place in the Markos society and fully embrace our destinies as does every new generation.