Some Days

There are mornings I wake and I feel in a weird way.  Leap Day was such a morning.  The boy body was doing something that I have come to hate.  The phallus thing that should be my perfect clitoris was stretched out and I began feeling wrong.  It is strange because I am aroused because my mind begins thinking of having a cock, just between my soft folds and not pointing the other way.  So I am in a paradox of arousal that makes it difficult to push the clit back inside where it belongs.

It is a fight.  I almost cry every time this happens.  I won the battle today and this is how.  My mind began telling a silly story of two men being hypnotized.  One is entranced to see his best friend as a sexy girl.  His friend transforms before his eyes and the primal urge to fuck her is implanted.  The other man is made to love being the girl of his friend's dreams.  He is aware he is a man, but his mind is rewritten to begin to change.  Soon the one is ramming his long thick cock in his friend's ass and he cups the non-existent breasts.

I then wandered in my mind to myself becoming so aroused that I began rubbing the now behaving internal nub.  I see a big black cock playing with my nose before I am soon sucking hard on my lover's rod.  He soon spreads my legs and my slit as he fucks me into unconsciousness.

When I finally get up, I feel at peace.  I am fully myself in my mind.  I even seem to walk different as I travel the house.  Showering can be interesting.  My growing hair makes this even better.  *sigh*  I needed to feel like myself.  "The Boy" has had to be walking the world so much lately.  I miss being around those who make me feel like myself.  I hope to be able to relax with some of you really soon.

Alexia Rose