Gene/Janine

How Gene came to be Janine, a Shemale TS, and the life that has followed.



CHAPTER 1
Gene began life as a boy. He discovered his feminine side and is now a Transsexual, a Shemale, Janine.  This is his early life and how he grew to know his/her true self, an oversexed female with a bent for the joys of oral sex, with male and female partners.

My name is Gene, I'm also Janine. A lifelong C/D and transvestite, TS(Tranny).

Nowadays the term "tranny" is mostly used when referring to a Shemale, or transsexual, In the past it meant a TV (Transvestite)., or C/D (Cross dresser). With all the changes and advances being made it now really refers to  any male dressing or living as a female, with or without the surgery or drugs used to help in the illusion of a male as a female.  It also refers to a female to male change. This story deals with Gene/Janine.

It used to be in becoming a transsexual, you had implants to give you breasts, took hormones and  supplements to enhance softness of skin, suppressed hair growth on face and body. It also resulted in the  shrinking of the male genitals and a decided depression of libido. With the advances available today a guy with the financial ability to pay, we can have "Shemales" who are  hung like a moose, with unbounded randy proclivities.  Many are so gorgeous and undetectable as males, (until they drop their undies) that many do not just pass, they are pursued as the hot,sexy girls they desire to be.

But I digress.

I am one of the latter.  I have undergone surgery and have great implants...  I measure  a 34DD.

I am/was the youngest of 5 boys.  My father always wanted a daughter from the get go.  After 5 failures to produce one he gave up.  He came close with me.  My features were always fair and on the fem side.  Growing up I heard it often remarked among relatives, (female), that with legs like that he "should" have been a girl. I wasn't a sissy but I wasn't exactly a Gov. "Arnold" either. My first interest has always been girl stuff.  Clothes, silky smooth and sensuous undies, stockings and sexy, strappy high heels.

I discovered the thrill of nylon stockings on my legs one day while my parents and siblings were gone for the day for some unremembered reason.  I wasn't really looking for anything to stoke my adolescent hormones,  but I  was  poking about in my mothers, "intimates" drawer and slipped on a pair of stockings.  The reaction was immediate and thrilling.  I found a garter belt amongst the sexy lingerie and instinctively knew how to use it and fasten the garter straps.  Since I was slim and kind of on the small side, my feet slid into a pair of her heels easily and I paraded around looking at the sexy legs on that doll in the mirror.

One thing that has always amuses me is the fuss made by everybody about "learning" to walk in high heels.  I put on a pair of my mothers and walked about.  I never had any tendencies to stumble or "fall over" that you hear about.  Proof I suppose that I was really "meant" to be a girl.

It took but a few minutes to find a sexy pair of panties, a bra, (stuffed with Kleenex) and a lacy peignoir and I was a looking at the sexiest girl I had ever seen.  You can guess what my next actions were.  Needless to say I pulled the crotch of the panties aside and took care of business.  Actually two or three times in the next hour.

I was eight years old and had discovered the "real" me.

From that moment I took advantage of every opportunity to 'inspect" my mothers lingerie drawer.  My dad had passed away when I was 10 and all my older bothers were in college or had their own places.  It was just my mom and "me". She worked during the day or sometimes evenings so I had oodles of opportunity to luxuriate in nylons n lace.

I did quite a bit of buying "birthday" presents for "mommie".  In no time at all I had bras, panties, nighties, long silky stockings, garter belts, all sorts of lacy lingerie and several pairs of the sexiest high heels you can imagine.  I even purchased a pair of foam falsies through the mail, so I had tits. Two things were missing though, hair, and make-up.  I knew from zip about such a thing as a wig, and make-up wasn't even imagined.  I had my clothes and a highly active imagination.

I bought an inexpensive, tightly closing overnight case and kept it well secreted in the overhead of the storage shed behind our house. This was where "Janine" as I called my other self lived.

Thus I grew into my teens and beyond.  I had the normal interest in the opposite sex and had girlfriends and experimented with the usual sex, enjoying it immensely. It was the sex of so called "normal" people.  It wasn't until I left school and ventured into the licentious world of working folks, that I learned of the wonders of  oral sex.  Maybe it was the places I worked, but regular ole fashioned screwin' was not the activity of preference  Cocksucking  was safer, (no preggy problems), and a proficient cocksucker can do things no pussy can compete with.  Unfortunately for me I didn't know any gals who had learned this, and I was too damned introverted to broach the  subject that's for sure.  So, it was as much fucking as my current female companion would dispense and good old Mary hand and her 5 daughters who took care of me at least once a day while sneaking girlie mags into the bathroom and beating it, for a long , long time.

I had been an airplane nut since long before I discovered Janine.  My dad had been fascinated by them and not a week went by that he did not take us to the airport.

I wanted in on flying.  Naturally I wanted to be a pilot, you know that usually self important dick head up front.  I wound up where I am today, a Flight Attendant. You'd be amazed at the opportunities that arise for a TS. 

Through all of this I never left my fem side and weekends and evenings I dressed up at home in Janine's now extensive wardrobe.  I never even considered venturing out.  At that time C/D's and TV's were looked upon as weirdo queers and subject not just to ridicule but arrest and worse.

Then something happened that changed my entire outlook on life.  I had moved to the west coast and lived close enough to Hollywood to do a lot of shopping there.  I discovered a store  which catered to C/D's, and the fetish crowd.  There were things I had only dreamed of in my fantasies.  I had over the years discovered I was very inclined to the exotic world of fetish.  Possibly my preoccupation with wearing sexy women's clothes may have had something to do with it huh?   Hellllloooooo!

In any case,  I was rummaging through the wondrous selection of clothing one day  and as I was paying for my purchases I saw a business card taped to the back of the register.  "TV/CD group"  meets second Saturday at: and it gave an address and a fone number if interested.   Was I ever.  I called the number that day and was treated like a real human being and learned there were "a LOT" of like minded people such as me. 

Talk to any CD/TV and they will all tell you a few absolutes:  1.  YOU, are the only one in the world; 2.  you have sworn off at least a dozen times because it is twisted and weird to do it; and 3.  have thrown away numerous wardrobes vowing to never do it again.  Yeah right, and Bill didn't have sex with that "woman".

I had by now purchased a wig and made an uninformed male attempt at make-up.   In any case I did my best at the time.  

When the day of the meeting arrived I drove to the neighborhood and changed, I made up in a small pickup camper I had, and walked to the house where  the get together was held.  A large woman/man answered the door and welcomed me into the group. They were mostly all amateurs like me, but some were very good at it and one gal was a post-op TS.  They were ALL friendly and accepting, naturally.

One of the girls was in her 60's and easily passed as a mature woman.  We took to each other immediately and we are sisters to this day.  She was originally from Glasgow and her name was Heather.  I could listen to her Scottish burr all day.  A sweet wee lass she is.

After attending the get togethers for a few months, Heather invited me to go with some of the girls to a club which catered to the TV crowd.  I was nervous as a virgin in a whore house about it since I had never dreamt of venturing out in public, and still had the feeling I would be ridiculed and heavens knows what else. Probably kidnapped and shipped to some far eastern bordello as a something or other, since by now I figured myself a cute little number.  Surrre!

The place was the famous "Queen Mary" club in nearby Studio City. 

I could not believe I was going "public" in such a place.  I was sure something terrible would happen and I would wind up who knows where.  As we stood waiting for our drinks my knees were knocking so badly I'm sure they could be heard in Burbank I could not stand still.  That night opened my eyes to the fact that I was not only "NOT" the only one but there were a LOT of us.

After that I didn't miss a Saturday nite and was soon going 3-4-5 nites a week.   I met so many beautiful and dazzling girls, many of whom have become lifelong friends.  Friends who don't put on airs or put you down.  In other words, "real people'. They aren't trying to fool anyone, they are being "themselves". Their REAL selves. I got more help and tips on becoming a girl than money would ever buy. 

The clientele at the Queen is not just TV's/CD's  To the contrary. a good many were men who wished either that they were in my shoes and dressed as a fem., or,  many others were looking for sex. Surprise! surprise !!  Wow! were they ever!!!! 

If you are not familiar with this club it caters to the CD/TV/TS community.  The main feature is a show room where there is an elaborate floor show featuring beautiful scantily clad girls in nite club routines.  The difference of course being the girls are boys.  The most gorgeous, sexy girls you have ever seen.

In back of the show room is a bar, The Lion's Den.  This is where we transgender folk and their admirers gathered. 

For some reason a couple of the show girls took a fancy to me and took me under wing and in just a few short weeks I had blossomed and was a stunning red head. Don't DO that, do THIS. My god girl what are you thinking with THAT!  You're a GIRL, not a BOY!!!

My great legs and the fact I played to them with micro minis,and stiletto heels, and my then new boobs, (see below), quickly made me pretty damn popular.  I found I was a killer dancer. All the people who worked there treated me so great it was an unbelievable boost to my ego. The one barkeep in particular was a sweetheart and a couple years later we took a vacation together.  Ummmmm yummm!  Don't wake me yet!

It was while I was enjoying my new life as a comfortable TV that through discussions with my new friends, TV/CD/TS's that I made a difficult decision. I began the process of becoming a TS., but not go all the way.  I would have the implants to get the breasts I had always wanted but keep the penis I loved to play with and have sucked. 

Enter Janine, Shemale. It isn't easy hiding a pair of 34DD's but where there's a will there's a way. Supervision doesn't know and the only way they would find out is if the company Dr. revealed it after a regular physical, but when the examining Dr. loves playing with my jugs, and getting the  blowjob of the century it's no problem.

It didn't take long before the offers and pick up lines deluged me. 

I had always been straight, I 'spose.  Girls did the sucking of cocks.  It eventually dawned on me the "I" was a girl.  The more I thought of it the more I started realizing I had been sexually aroused by the male endowments in erotic mags as much as by the females.  The more I thought of it the hornier I became thinking about it.  I continue to look at all the sexy ladies and enjoy intercourse with a woman.  I also love eating a box lunch at the "Y" to.  But I go ga,ga over a hot hard penis.  I just love to suck cock and guzzle the reward. 

I do not enjoy and want to  have nothing to do with anal sex.  It just a'int my bag.  If anyone enjoys it, go to it.  Just don't even hint at it with me.  Guess I'm bi-sexual. No that doesn't mean I gotta buy it! 

I have no wish, by my aversion to anal sex, of offending any gay persons.  I have bus loads of gay friends and they have no problem with my views on the subject. 
Like people say, "whatever floats ur boat."

After the club closed a few of us usually went for coffee and a snack.  I had been approached many times by guys wanting to take me "home" but had always begged off.  I realized one  nite that I was the only one going for "coffee" that didn't have an escort. So,  I decided it was time for Janine to become part of the group. A cute young guy chatting me up seemed a nice enough fellow and I had talked with him several times before but had always declined his invitation.  This time I told him the girls were going for coffee after closing and he was welcome to come along. 

As we sat in the booth he quickly set about running his hands over my mostly exposed legs, rubbing between my legs, and sneaking a feel or two of my boobs too.
The conversation worked around to pretty personnel sex stuff. He wanted to take me home.   I decided to take the plunge but there was no way I was going to put myself at  the disadvantage of going to his place.  I was driving that camper though.  I offered to let him go with me into it and we could see  what developed.  I made it very clear however that I was interested in oral sex only.  To my delight he said that was all he indulged in too.  Thank you TS genie!! 

After finishing our coffee and snack in quick time we went to the parking lot and got in the camper. 

In a flash I was lying back on the cushions, my back against the wardrobe, my thong discarded and legs wide.  My throbbing 9 inches were buried in his throat and he was sucking my nuts up through the head of my cock.  Lord o' mighty what a cocksucker.  I would have cum in no time but he had other ideas and he used every trick in his large bag of cocksucking tricks. He played me like a violin for a good 30 minutes until I could be denied no longer and unloaded what must have been a quart of hot steamy cum down his gullet. 

He slid his fist, slimy with my pre-cum up and down the shaft while licking and nibbling on the head.  He took the knob in his lips and sucked so gently I thought my brain would explode.  Then he slowly sucked the entire length of my cock into his mouth and throat, all the while licking.  When he had all of it in his throat he flexed the muscles and massaged the knob.  I thought my nuts would burst.  He  slowly and carefully raised his head and as I slid from his face he jacked his fist on the shaft.  A few minutes of deepthroating me and he popped it from his mouth and while running his fist up and down the shaft sucked my balls into his mouth.  God I was gonna die.  He went back to sucking my tool down his throat and kept me on the verge of spewing my load like it seemed forever.  I finally could take no more and told him to get ready for a huge load.  If he didn't want to swallow, just grab a towel off the seat and catch it in that.  He shook his head and buried his face in my belly.  I lifted by ass from the seat and pumped a monster load of cum into his gullet as he guzzled cum, his throat muscles squeezing the entire length of my spasming member.  My first guy date blow-job, and I had found a master cocksucker. 

We kissed and I sucked and lapped up the goo that had escaped his suctioning mouth eating my own cum. Man alive it was even better than when I masturbated lying curled on my back on the bed and shot my load into my face...

We took a few minutes to clean up a bit and I then helped him get rid of his pants.  He wore no undershsorts and his gorgeous, throbbing cock, fairly drooling pre-cum jerked up in my face.  I took the head in my mouth and licked it clean, then pressed him back on the cushions.

Now it was "MY" turn.


To Be Continued>>>>>>>>>>>>