from Mistress DLC's Garden...blossoming flowers of lovely T-girls.
A little of my backstory ….I’ve only met two Women both fabulous who understood my feminine side. One was named Naoma I met Her during some upheaval in my marriage while I was separated. It would prove to be the calm before the storm.
The other was Barbara a couple years after my divorce. She knew she had a submissive on her hands and thought I might be drawn to the feminine as well. With Barbara I knew it wouldn’t last because its foundation was based primarily on sex. Barb would have me lie in bed on my back knees up and together.
In the power position She would ride me to Her delight. the way She stared at me I could tell She was contemplating what I would look like if I was made up and styled with hair made pretty. She danced around the subject getting close mentioning it sometimes yet pulling away while letting me know she had a cousin who was a crossdresser. Eventually she moved away.
Now Naoma was different She brought out my submissive side right away and would tease me about how nice I would look if I was dressed. She would run her fingers along my eyebrows as though wondering how cute they would appear if given a feminine arch.
In bed one morning She quietly whispered….’I want to be inside you’…to this day it was the most erotic and I suppose most romantic thing a woman had ever told me.
I have no doubt had I stayed with Naoma I would have turned trans some time ago. Things developed and I went back in attempt for my kids sake to save the marriage. It didn’t work and I was divorced as Naoma and I moved on as though two ships had just been passing in the night.
It was a pity because Naoma would have been supportive while also being dominant… besides that we would have had a ball…based on her ‘inside comment’ I can say she would have learned the benefits that come with using a strap-on to great effect driving her gurl deeper into a more permanent ‘feminine’ sub-space….yet ‘alas poor Yorick it was not to be’.
Since meeting Mistress DLC I’ve wondered what it would be like if I was with Naoma….i am fairly sure Her and Mistress DLC would have gotten on splendidly.
Idle speculation yet it would be quite likely Mistress would have brought out Naoma’s dominant side expressed through utilizing BDSM tools like spanking.
I’m certain she’d have brought out my subby-femme-side as I transitioned into a t-girl under both women’s guidance to the full measure.
Having said that from what I can tell Mistress DLC likes her gurls to have relationship with those that have cocks. Based on our training we grow quite familiar practicing with dildo’s both orally and internally.
Switching gears I’ve gone to therapy. At a ‘new age‘ conference i have done past lives-regressions where I learned 2 out of the last 3 ‘past-lives’ I was a woman. I’m not sure how valid it was yet one was a woman who died before her time if that makes sense.
In therapy I learned more about Carl Jung’s animus-anima. Part of its summation says all males have aspects of the feminine within.
Put another way we’ve been given a head start should we pursue developing the feminine within us and in some ways it’s natural depending where we all are on the scale of human sexuality that I now view as a spectrum and importantly not binary.
After going through many finally finding a woman therapist that was comfortable with discussing my feminine leanings I learned that I have high degree of femininity laying below the surface. She suggested I write stories as a way of expressing this truth.
I’ll get into that in later ‘dear diary’ posts and shift to the advent of the internet and how it developed my interests connecting it to Mistress DLC and what she brings to Her gurls.
remember AOL dial-up…with its irritating noise of beeps and boops….the tens of minutes or longer spent wondering when the fuck is this going to get me on the internet… ..the agony and the ecstasy of getting and staying connected.
Lisbeth Salander the girl with the dragon tattoo never had to worry if I was hacking her…my tech skills at the time were such I was tickled to death if I managed my way through google. some-how I found my way to fictionmania and crystal’s story-site and their treasure trove of Cd stories and dominant Women.
It was the first place I heard the term Female led relationship. It had Mistress and alpha-women stories and plenty of those with a Dominatrix leading a male into the world of living as t-girl. An authoritarian Woman deciding she was going to take that cute young buck in her office and make a t-girl secretary out of him. The sweet surrender to the feminine as he learns he too can be made to have breasts and smooth skin and styled hair with a made-up face of a woman.
Mistress DLC…a real life Dominatrix…far beyond the pages of fictionmania.
Just this morning after attending to my writing task….standing in front of the floor mirror Mistress insisted I buy…having a mirror develops the feminine vanity trait of a constant assessment of my looks.
My 2nd breast pump matching its twin in place on my boobs I straighten my long-haired wig. If I had one wish it would be to some-how regrow hair lost to male patterned baldness.
i let my fingers glide my shoulder length hair back behind my ears so I can look at the new earrings I bought while the pumps pull at the skin. My naked skin below my breasts shimmering from the coconut oil.
Pierced ears with hoop earrings…for many maybe not yet for alyssa having her ears pierced was such a big step…I shake my hair just to feel the earrings brush and bounce along my neck….ohhh the way the pumps lift my breasts out…I can see the potential…a hint of the contour and shape
…the pretty sexiness of larger nipples.
With pumps off followed by my nipple-sucker discipline alyssa gently rubs the oil on…my breasts feel so soft.
I’ve made a ritual of taking my pueraria mirifica…now into my 3rd month of the feminizing herb….my skin taking on a new heightened softness…I’ve noticed my hair doesn’t grow back as fast…the realization reached I notice my arm and leg hair has thinned out as I sit on the edge of the tub and shave my legs like a good gurl….like a DLC gurl…
in women the Thailand PM miracle pill increases breast size.
Surely my Mistress DLC wants me to envision how I will look when I lift and scoop my own breasts one day and lower them gently into the cups of my bra…by then something her alyssa needs to wear every day.
This ‘covid ‘ thing painful in its random rath….yet being inside so much I let my finger nails grow way past their to tips…a look in the mirror once more…the thought a gentle feminine one…don’t they look so pretty colored in red varnish…and the way they match the color on my toes.
Mistress DLC…come meet her…all of you that want to be gurls….that need to be gurls.
Hormones…how far off are they for DLC’s alysssa…I give it thought yet decide to busy myself with what pretty bra and pair of panties I’ll wear for the day ahead.
I remind myself to finalize the professional makeup lesson on zoom…I came right out and asked in the email…’do you have an issue doing it with a male that is transitioning into a woman?’...’not at all’ was the reply…it was as though she knew…not only did I need it but that every male that is turned femme-trans is another step closer to affirming Women are the superior sex.