Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 14:12:36 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura & I: a threesome 10

XVIII

Cindy arrived in the early evening. She was radiant, wearing a long silk
dress and some light sandals. I could tell she was not wearing a bra as
her skin and the silk were is very close contact and her nipples were
well defined. Had she seen me the night of her play with Laura? Had she
sensed my presence amidst the heightened levels of pleasure Laura was
nursing into her folds? Isn't it true that the senses are highly aware of
every noise or detail in such a state even with your eyes closed? Did my
short peek gave her yet more pleasure? I do recall that it happens to me:
when Laura is giving me pleasure in any form I do feel every sensation
around me. Whether she is down on me or I in doggy with Laura ramming
into me, I need my mouth or hands to do their own thing to ride with her
and appease the sensations of her ministrations. So if my dick is hard in
her mouth my hands are usually on her head but my mouth is gasping for
contact and that is when I wish I myself had someone to suck, be into the
depths of some cunt or softly sliding on a girl's shaft.

I recall that I have not properly introduced myself. You know Laura and
Cindy, but not me. My name is Claire. I am now 27 years old. You know now
that I was a boy and I was a girl and I am now a woman (I was never a
man). As I girl I have kept my boy parts. They are too precious to me. I
always appreciated them, even as a boy. I used them widely and were a
central part in my arousal first with boys, as I told you earlier, and
later with girls. You know how they brought me pleasure as a young stud,
relying often of the interest on the size of my dick. I was not ready to
loose that and I saw no problem being a girl with it. At about fifteen
years old the boys started getting really aggressive. My approach to sex
kept on being a more pleasurable, soul-driven and soft affair. Late a
good deal of consciousness came into it, more so with Yoga. So I sought
sex somewhere else. It was not difficult to reach and be able to have sex
with girls. They provided that romantic dynamic that I yearned. And they
were amazed by my loving skills. I realized that I started a tendency to
take a liking to the ways girls would behave, how they would dress and
how they would take care of themselves. I seriously asked myself how I
would wish to develop my sexual identity in the future. Liking girls was
clearly not sufficient in my physical form (but mentally femenine). I
really wanted to like girls as a girl. I was then ready to start a switch
in all my habits in the realm of relationships since I would present
myself as female.

XIX

I started shaving early. My first pubescent hair in legs and thighs was
swiftly removed; I was about twelve. I really did not like it at all.
Still a boy. At school the lack of hair made sense in my smallish body
frame. I was still a part of the sex games. Until I decided it not to be.
Then I avoided the soft hair around my nipples, plucking the few ones
that dared pop up. And I kept my pubic hair away. Thankfully hair in my
face was slow to come. I knew I would have to decide soon if it would
need the help of hormones to keep all the hair away, and, more
importantly, if I really wanted to grow breasts. I really cherished the
idea of having breasts, albeit small ones with perhaps puffy nipples, a
trait that turns me on a lot. Then I would be able to wear bras knowing
there was something to grasp; I was already wearing small bras for
effect. Not that I got especially turned on by flat-chested girls; I just
wanted some myself. I like all kinds of tits really, but I would try to
avoid implants at all costs.

So I applied the patch when I was 15 years old and the important decision
had been made: to live as a girl. I wanted to come out to the family and
hope for acceptance. I wanted to keep my boy parts and hope my erections
would not dwindle with the hormones. I really wanted my cock to be part
of my feminine equation, so to be able to attract females in my same
shape, but mostly, I wished them with a deep feminine instinct. So you
could say my choice was more cultural than genetics at play, which
certainly contributed to my looks and my sexual tastes. I just was aware
that the desire to live as a woman did not come from a very early age as
happens in many other cases of transgender people. This said, no matter
what my family thought about the issue, society is often not kind to
people who belong to the queer category, encompassing gay, lesbian,
bisexual and transgender as me. Therefore it was my task to navigate the
social morass of prejudice and rejection with care. Not an easy task.