Ladybois Are Replacing Biological Females!
I'm a Caucasian ladyboy and I make a living having sex with men in adult bookstore arcade video booths. When I show up every afternoon between 3 and 5 p.m. and they hear that buzzer ring followed by the sound of my spike high heels clacking on the floor, the straight guys start jockeying for position to have a session with me! They have totally dismissed their wives and girlfriends to be with me! I am the lady they have been seeking all their lives! From the minute I first stepped into a pair of my mom's high heels during puberty, and I felt that jolt of transformative electricity coursing upward from the soles of my feet, I knew my identity as a male was gone forever. With my small delicate build, pretty face, and silky body, I knew that I would make a better woman than most biological female out there! Thank god this happened just as the trans revolution was really getting under way, and 'women" like me were gaining acceptance in society! Why are so many straight alpha MEN attracted to ladies like me? Well, we are ultra feminine women who DON'T see ourselves in competition with real men - we are NOT man haters - we DON'T get pregnant, we DON'T have periods, and - due to our intense male sex drives - we eagerly accept and perform the nastiest sex acts any man desires from a Femme!
After stepping into my mom's high heels at puberty I knew I wanted to be a woman. But not JUST a woman, I wanted to be what I saw as the IDEAL woman - a sex addled WHORE! I eagerly desired to enter the gates of HELL itself and to descend into a life of humiliation, subjugation, and degradation at the hands of the most angry and violent men possible. And it wasn't long before some - FORCE - led me to where this would take place - and adult prison! The Devil lined up all the cards for me - a clerical error placed me in that hellish place before i was actually eligible. I remember feeling both terrified and elated as I was told to strip naked prior to being led through the gauntlet of inmates lining the cell block, eager to see what new fresh meat was to be thrown to them. Most inmates aren't forced to do this walk nude - only the cutest, sexiest most feminine white bois!
The guard had an iron grip on my upper arm as he ez corted me into the block. My legs began to buckle in fear as I heard these animals screaming at me, and I probably would have collapsed if he wasn't holding me up. I looked up at him in naked terror: "please!" I whimpered. But the look on his face was merciless. It was as if he was enjoying this moment.
As he paraded me down the line the inmates were screaming! "Hey, girl - you got a man?" Or "Put her in with me - cell number six!" Gradually as we went down the line my terror began to be mixed with pride as I realized that this was exactly what I had asked for when I prayed to Satan! and knowing what was about to happen to me when he handed me over to them, that I was getting what I deserved! And incredibly I began to get a hardon! I knew that I was going to be vilently rraipped, probably beaten, and forced to be some shot caller's whore! And I exulted in this knowledge! As they yelled and jeered at me, I felt like Miss America - like a desirable beauty queen - no longer the pathetic little queer out of place in society, but a beautiful desirable WOMAN!
I spent the next 6 years as a prison "woman." I was purchased by one of the inmates who rraiipped me and forced to be a cell block prostitute - an existence I grew to love! I loved it because ironically it took being locked in prison to liberate my femininity. There I was appreciated as a female. I was subject to all the things that women out in the free world are subject to - being objectified, abused, worshipped, sought after - only a queen like me understood and didn't pretend I was anything other than a sex object to be used by big powerful MEN!
Upon my release I knew that there was NO way that I was ever going to go back to trying to live as a guy again. Because of my looks and build I was eminently suited to be a trap. I missed the constant sex I had been getting in prison, and I temporarily sated myself to masturbating to online porn. One night I watched some glory hole videos, and I knew I had to go to the adult bookstore. I picked out a sexy pair of tight butt baring short shorts and a bandana top, and some 2-inch kitten heels. I did my makeup - eyeliner and red lipstick - teased up my hair. I had never been to an adult bookstore before, so I was completely sure what to expect. Well, first of all the place was overrun by fags - none of whom were giving me more than a cursory going over. I went into a booth and locked the door behind me. I was watching a video when this huge hardon came through the glory hole. The guy was flexing it and immediately my mouth began to water! I hadn't had a hard cock in my mouth in weeks! I knelt in front of the hole and took his cock into my mouth. He came almost immediately, and I swallowed ever delicious, glorious drop of that sweet semen! Over the next few hours, I sucked 6 or 7 more cocks before going back to my apartment to masturbate.
The next afternoon I put on a tight little black spandex mini dress and some 5-inch heels and went back. I was raging horny! Hardly anyone was in the arcade, so I decided to get really sexy. I stripped my dress off naked to just my high heels! A few fags passed me by with little interest. Then I heard the buzzer, and the manager of the bookstore came in. "Honey - you can't be out here naked like that! You're gonna get us shut down!" He took me by the arm and put me in a booth. "I don't care what you do back here," he said. "But if you're gonna be in the arcade you gotta be dressed."
I was beginning to learn the rules of the game. After that I began wearing a black string 2-piece bikini under my clothes so that I could be as bare as possible out on the floor. Gradually I began to attract most of the straight guys that came in. The fags didn't like it but - I didn't care. Men would approach me outside the booth and ask me, "How much?" And although I had spent 6 years as a cell block hoe, it hadn't occurred to me to charge for sex in the arcade. Once I realized that these men were not only willing to pay me, but they actually EXPECTED to pay, I began throwing figures out. If it was more than they could pay, I'd back off and negotiate. Before long I found that I was making more than enough to support myself comfortably! Talk about combining business with pleasure!
After stepping into my mom's high heels at puberty I knew I wanted to be a woman. But not JUST a woman, I wanted to be what I saw as the IDEAL woman - a sex addled WHORE! I eagerly desired to enter the gates of HELL itself and to descend into a life of humiliation, subjugation, and degradation at the hands of the most angry and violent men possible. And it wasn't long before some - FORCE - led me to where this would take place - and adult prison! The Devil lined up all the cards for me - a clerical error placed me in that hellish place before i was actually eligible. I remember feeling both terrified and elated as I was told to strip naked prior to being led through the gauntlet of inmates lining the cell block, eager to see what new fresh meat was to be thrown to them. Most inmates aren't forced to do this walk nude - only the cutest, sexiest most feminine white bois!
The guard had an iron grip on my upper arm as he ez corted me into the block. My legs began to buckle in fear as I heard these animals screaming at me, and I probably would have collapsed if he wasn't holding me up. I looked up at him in naked terror: "please!" I whimpered. But the look on his face was merciless. It was as if he was enjoying this moment.
As he paraded me down the line the inmates were screaming! "Hey, girl - you got a man?" Or "Put her in with me - cell number six!" Gradually as we went down the line my terror began to be mixed with pride as I realized that this was exactly what I had asked for when I prayed to Satan! and knowing what was about to happen to me when he handed me over to them, that I was getting what I deserved! And incredibly I began to get a hardon! I knew that I was going to be vilently rraipped, probably beaten, and forced to be some shot caller's whore! And I exulted in this knowledge! As they yelled and jeered at me, I felt like Miss America - like a desirable beauty queen - no longer the pathetic little queer out of place in society, but a beautiful desirable WOMAN!
I spent the next 6 years as a prison "woman." I was purchased by one of the inmates who rraiipped me and forced to be a cell block prostitute - an existence I grew to love! I loved it because ironically it took being locked in prison to liberate my femininity. There I was appreciated as a female. I was subject to all the things that women out in the free world are subject to - being objectified, abused, worshipped, sought after - only a queen like me understood and didn't pretend I was anything other than a sex object to be used by big powerful MEN!
Upon my release I knew that there was NO way that I was ever going to go back to trying to live as a guy again. Because of my looks and build I was eminently suited to be a trap. I missed the constant sex I had been getting in prison, and I temporarily sated myself to masturbating to online porn. One night I watched some glory hole videos, and I knew I had to go to the adult bookstore. I picked out a sexy pair of tight butt baring short shorts and a bandana top, and some 2-inch kitten heels. I did my makeup - eyeliner and red lipstick - teased up my hair. I had never been to an adult bookstore before, so I was completely sure what to expect. Well, first of all the place was overrun by fags - none of whom were giving me more than a cursory going over. I went into a booth and locked the door behind me. I was watching a video when this huge hardon came through the glory hole. The guy was flexing it and immediately my mouth began to water! I hadn't had a hard cock in my mouth in weeks! I knelt in front of the hole and took his cock into my mouth. He came almost immediately, and I swallowed ever delicious, glorious drop of that sweet semen! Over the next few hours, I sucked 6 or 7 more cocks before going back to my apartment to masturbate.
The next afternoon I put on a tight little black spandex mini dress and some 5-inch heels and went back. I was raging horny! Hardly anyone was in the arcade, so I decided to get really sexy. I stripped my dress off naked to just my high heels! A few fags passed me by with little interest. Then I heard the buzzer, and the manager of the bookstore came in. "Honey - you can't be out here naked like that! You're gonna get us shut down!" He took me by the arm and put me in a booth. "I don't care what you do back here," he said. "But if you're gonna be in the arcade you gotta be dressed."
I was beginning to learn the rules of the game. After that I began wearing a black string 2-piece bikini under my clothes so that I could be as bare as possible out on the floor. Gradually I began to attract most of the straight guys that came in. The fags didn't like it but - I didn't care. Men would approach me outside the booth and ask me, "How much?" And although I had spent 6 years as a cell block hoe, it hadn't occurred to me to charge for sex in the arcade. Once I realized that these men were not only willing to pay me, but they actually EXPECTED to pay, I began throwing figures out. If it was more than they could pay, I'd back off and negotiate. Before long I found that I was making more than enough to support myself comfortably! Talk about combining business with pleasure!
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