Back in college, sharing an apartment with my BFF/roommate Kelly, a lot of my dates and hook-ups were arranged by Kelly. For some reason she always seemed to know just who was into what when it came to sex. She learned a lot about other people’s likes and dislikes from hanging with her lesbian crowd. She was also super inquisitive and fancied herself as somewhat of an amateur detective. I just thought she was nosy.
It was 1998, the middle of our junior year, and I had already been transforming from Christopher to “Chrissie” for 4 ½ years by this time. Needless to say the hormones had done their job and by now my body had undergone some amazing changes. I’d always been short, petite, slim and anything but overly endowed penis wise so I guess I was a perfect candidate for the change.
My hips had fared out nicely, my ass had taken on a lovely rounded appearance and my once non-existent breasts had blossomed into a gorgeous pair of quite respectable 34B’s. I no longer had to worry about facial or body hair and only required an occasional underarm and leg shaving. A periodic waxing practically negated the shavings. I kept my “clitty” free of pubic hair and limited the entire pubic area to just a neatly
Sculptured “V” directly above my “clitty”. I was by this time quite adapt at applying makeup and styling my shoulder length brunette hair. Body lotions kept skin silky smooth and my voice, which was never really very deep, was now slightly raspy and sexy like the actress, Lauren Bacall.
All in all I’d have to honestly say I had the looks that most GG girls would kill for. I was most definitely all “woman”.
One afternoon I returned to our apartment, and like a schoolgirl with a crush, I began to ramble on and on telling Kelly about this guy in my accounting class. He was a member of the university football team and I told her I thought he was just gorgeous.
I told her “ He’s like 6’7” and I’d guess somewhere around 320 pounds. He has got muscles on top of muscles and shoulder length blond hair.”
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