Lady Regina

I know that many say that I I’m a coward because I am comfortable living in the closet as a part time female and not expressing my special female side completely. My friends all tell me to go out and have fun and not worry about what people say or think. In spite of that, and because of the prudish attitude of my family, I had to find a way to commit to expressing this female estrogen that runs rampant through my body. Womanhood is my obsession because I believe that it is embedded into my DNA. Like all women I love the diversity of flirting glances by a variety of men on various social levels. No matter their status, horniness and perversion levels the playing field.

I can spot horny hot men from ten blocks away. Something comes over me when I’m charming my new beau or prospective lover. Believe it or not, it’s an out of body experience that brings about a blanket carefree feeling. My own personal name for this feeling and confidence is Womanism. This encompasses every phase of femininity. I love my femininity and all the different looks I get from a large selection of men who are attracted to girls like me. My obsession and desire to be female leads to self-caste spells with delightful hallucinations with me as a hot woman.

At times I could convince myself that I see a real Vagina between my legs. I daydream about having just the right man with just the right cock to please my deep scary desire. I could actually feel the heat and rigid structure of the steel gristle like phallus poke into my saturated asscunt. I can sometimes feel it working slowly invading me inch by inch and I get really really wet. I transfer myself to a world where I am blessed to have a real hot and ever-ready Vagina, that’s primed for pleasant constant friction. When that mood strikes me. The men feel the same urgency of my female self. All my lovers know when to go fast and when to go slow and when to do other things. I feel that it is because I become a real woman in their eyes.