I'd been dressing to please myself and at but age seventeen,
When I suddenly found myself at places catering to the lifestyle of a queen,
Underaged, even drinking, and dressed to the nines,
I naively never willingly accepted those almost obvious signs,
I'd grown friendly with those men who admired "pretty girly - boys" so,
Constantly being asked and offerred to accompany them and go,
Surrounded by hookers and queens, I did not always fit in,
Little did I know like them I would someday find similar sin,
One man courted me weekly buying me drink after drink,
After months I so innocently succumbed to a date though not once did I think,
"A Girl" though a male - like I would never dare or want to go far,
Beyond enjoying just talk, drink, and an occasional dance at this bar,
His invitation to his place seemed as innocent and it was only to appease,
"To try on some sexy things in my closet like a tease!"
Such fun it did seem as I so loved to pretend to seduce,
But never once was I willing nor was I ready to "produce"!
I denied every bit that I was sexual or erotic as a she,
I never suspected he wanted a lot more than my company from me,
Was it the ultimate deception or was it just deep in my heart?
Perhaps it was there in my soul from the start,
After our "date" I succumbed to a drink in his home as I modeled sensual things,
Such wonder and excitement those naughty silks and lace so brings,
The red bustierre was stunning and gave me a feeling of wondrous delight,
In the mirror I thought "she" was a real woman, so his closeness to me seemed all right,
My denial ascended as in the mirror I saw both a woman and man,
Standing together - he behind her excited, erect, naked and tan,
"She" leaned forward having a pained expression on her face,
The mirror reflected he was entering "her" behind in the most intimate of sexual embrace,
"She gasped" and shrieked in pained passion but didn't object or say no,
He gradually filled her pretty ass with care and quite patiently slow,
Was this woman me so reflected or was she someone I did not know?
His passion became evident as he began to thrust into her so,
She looked so delightful a woman so pure,
I was confused and wondered if that girl was me - I still wasn't so sure....
Suddenly filled - I felt confused yet had no desire to flee,
As he fucked the fem beauty she moaned in delight,
Suddenly appeared such a stunning, huge sight!
Upward it bounced like a tightly wound spring,
From between her legs appeared this big masculine thing!
She was a he and had become his sweet love and delight,
I never dreamed I'd see a man filling me so on this night,
I had given myself to a man now what would I be?
Embarressed yet realizing I was loved by a he,
No longer a virgin I wondered just why,
Had I dressed as a woman to make love to a guy?
How did I end up in the arms of a man now so pleased,
So foolish I had been to have so blatantly teased,
Apparently getting what I deserved as a lingerie whore,
Slowly I realized - femininity's power and it's core!
All of this dressing and make-up attracted men like flies,
Why had I denied my inner voice and told myself lies?
When I'd be a "girl" I \'d now learn to enjoy and please,
No longer would I be a sexy, blonde tease!
The role of "the female" is filled with sensuality & bliss,
Every night is so exciting - when I am a miss!
Making men happy fills me with wonder and with heat,
Now knowing life - I'm so very complete!
