Is it because I was born a boy that I am now Super Rational Girl? What I mean to say is: Do I still put too much stock in reason as opposed to emotion — always being analytical as opposed to just listening to my newfound woman’s intuition? Who knows?
But whatever the explanation, my brain just won’t let me be the bimbo that I want to be! So as much as I found appealing the idea of actually joining a real-life harem, I quickly made a mental calculation of all the pluses and minuses:
On the plus side, was the money, obviously, that I had been offered. But perhaps even more enticing was the chance for the uniquely feminine camaraderie being just one of the harem girls — being pledged into a secret sorority, as it were!
A definite minus, however, was the undefined, open-ended nature of what I was getting into — would I be able to leave when I wanted, or was I potentially enslaving myself? Sex slave sounds sexy…until it’s not!
But before I even got to dress up in my harem costume, or whatever, I would have to have an orchiectomy, my would-be master had insisted. I’d still be a pre-opt Tgirl, but minus my two balls! This prospect, too, had its own balance sheet:
On the pro side, no longer would I have to take a daily testosterone blocker. Henceforth, my good, old faithful estrogen patch would be all I ever need.
On the con side, however, if I ever go through with the actual surgical sex-change, some of the best doctors prefer that the scrotum be fully in tact — providing more material to work with in fashioning a vagina.
And perhaps most important: I think a pre-opt Tgirl, like a candy bar, is just plain sexier with nuts! That’s yummy me!
Like Shakespeare’s legendary rose, would a bottom with different petals smell as sweet?
All my life — or at least since my earliest memories as a little boy who wanted to be a little girl — I’ve just assumed that, when the appropriate time came, I would have sex reassignment surgery (SRS).
But who is smart enough to say what the “appropriate time” is exactly?
1. Is it now, just because I have a “sugar daddy” who will pay for the operation?
2. Or is it never? Because, quite simply, I’m having too much fun as a so-called shemale!
3. Or (final choice): Like the American Congress, I can just “kick the can down the road” and leave the hard decisions for some other time?
What do you think? Since I seem incapable of deciding myself, I might as well just throw my fate into the hands of my friends and fans. Kind of like a gangbang….
So please take your pleasure with me and cast a vote….
I will be forever grateful… as well as, I sincerely hope, forever fuckable!