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>>>>>>>>>>>>

CHAPTER 2


God I was hot.  He had given me the most mind boggling blowjob I could ever wish for.

In all my years of dressing out and dreaming of and looking at countless movies and vids of guys, girls and CD's/TS's sucking cock I had never actually been sucked off. Honest injun. (no slurs intended to my well hung Native American studs). Nor had I even come close to realizing my fantasy dream of sucking a hot hard cock.  Here I was, dressed to the nines, having just gotten a fabulous blowjob from a true expert, and I was chomping at the bit to suck my first cock. 

My mouth was fairly drooling as I slid to my knees between his thighs.  His tool was jerking in anticipation.  Little did he know he was about to be the recipient of my first. Mercy me a virgin cocksucker!  

I had read about sucking cock and had dreamed of it.  I knew what I would like, and had watched and read all  about the techniques of untold numbers of cocksuckers, male and female.

I didn't think I would ever be able to deep throat a cock but I sure as hell would do my best to give great head 

His penis was about 8 inches long and not too fat.  The knob was gorgeous, the skin tight and shiny.  I clasped my hand around the shaft and slid it down to his balls.  He moaned and pushed his swollen member at my face..  I extended my tongue, licking around the rim of the quivering tool,.  Flicking my tongue  back and forth in the  groove underneath.  Sticking the tip of my tongue into the slit in the head I wriggled it around, then let my lips slide over the head, slowly taking it into my mouth as I gently sucked.  He moaned again and mumbled, "yeah sweetheart, suck it," grasping my head and pulling down. I obliged and lowered my head, laving the shaft as it slid into my face.  His sweet cock slithered further and further in till it bumped the back of my mouth, the beginning of my throat.  I thought, relax, let it in, relax and ignore the gag reflex.  That's what every deep throating cocksucker I had ever talked to said to do. Sure, nothing to it, glug.  Taking a deep breath I did my best to relax my throat and the knob just slithered in.   Before I knew it his balls were bouncing against my chin and I could feel his whole length in my throat.  My gullet spasmed as it squeezed and massaged his shaft and knob.  He groaned again,  "oh yes baby, take it all." I raised my head and his delicious tool slid out of my throat.  I gasped and buried my face in his belly again my tongue laving over the shaft as it slickly glided in and out. 

I was on cloud nine, sucking my first real cock and I had managed to deep throat it easy. I didn't gag or hesitate a second. Maybe my endless hours of practice on perfect vinyl molds of porn stars huge pricks both fat and thin, average and long had something to do with it. I had become quite adept at swallowing a 10 inch vinyl one. Those days were over, from now on it was the real thing, hot hard throbbing mouthfuls of delicious cock.  God it was heaven.

Drool bubbled from my mouth making his turgid prick wet and slippery.  I glided my fist up and down his shaft every time it emerged from my sucking face, and he was humping his groin at me as I sucked.  He was rapidly approaching the point of no return and was about to blast hot slimy goo into my sucking mouth.  I wasn't about to let him finish so quick.  This was my first blow job and I wanted it to last all night if I could manage it.  All my anticipated and dreamed of delight in sucking a live, throbbing cock was being realized.  I let his cock pop from my lips and ducked down to slurp one of his nuts into my mouth, sucking and tonguing.  Opening wider I managed to suck the other in too.  God it was super hot feeling them slide around in my mouth, rubbing against each other.  I raised my head, stretching his nut sack out from his crotch.  "Oh GOD  yes..yes" he groaned, pushing my head into him. 

While sucking his balls, my hand gripped this stiff shaft, sliding up and down in  drool, my thumb rubbing back and forth under the knob.  He grabbed my head and pulled me off his nuts, they popped from my mouth.  His fingers tangled in my hair and he raised my head and jammed his quivering tool back into my mouth again, burying himself to the balls in my throat.  I brought him to the very edge again and again, stopping just before he could spew his pasty load into my face.

I managed to suck that luscious tool for more than a half hour.  Finally he gurgled, "no more.....no more..... I've gotta cum, my nuts are bursting."  I nodded my head, impaled on his pulsing shaft, and buried my nose in his belly, gurgling.

I raised my head as he started to cum, the first sweet blast splashing directly into my throat.  His next convulsion squirted into my mouth as I slurped it down, sucking for more.  He didn't disappoint as he pumped spurt after spurt into my sucking face.  It dribbled from the corners of my mouth, running down overmy chin and dripping onto my tits.  He came so much that it backed up in my mouth and drooled from my nostrils. 

Finally he slumped back, spent. I continued to suck at his cock, draining the last dregs of the hot sweet goo.  I sucked and sucked till he finally took my head in his hands and gently pulled by mouth off. 

"Lordy me  girl!  You are one fantastic cocksucker.  You must be in great demand with a mouth like that."

As I lapped at the spilled cum on his belly and scooped up all that had drooled from my lips and nose I looked up and confessed that he was my very first.

"No way girl.  Either you have sucked a lot of cocks in your time or you are a natural born cocksucker.!"

"Guess I'm a natural". 

Why oh why had I waited so long?  That was the most sexually satisfying experience of my life.  I guarantee you it sure won't be the last cock I suck.  I can't wait till tomorrow night to see if I can entice another victim into my suck house on wheels."

"I'll tell you one thing girl, I am ready willing and able anytime.  You are going to have a well deserved reputation as a 12 on a scale of 1 to 10 of cock suckers."

The next night I showed up at the club and he had gotten there some time before me.  He obviously had related our encounter.  I had several offers within an  hour.

There was one particularly cute guy I had seen several times.  He came over and struck up a conversation before very long.  I was so horny and eager after my first experience that I took him out to the parking lot, into the camper and drained his nuts in short order. 

After that I sucked off two or three every time I showed up.  I always made sure they knew that I was strictly a "mouth girl", I'll suck your cock till the cows come home.  You can suck me off as much as you like, but, that's it.  Nothing else.  What else could a guy want, a cocksucker who would suck you off as many times as you could get it up. I had reached the epitome of my desires. 

At that time I lived some 50 miles from the club.  I lived where I did because it was convenient to the airport and it made it a short drive to work when I had a trip. 

One Saturday night I hooked up with a gorgeous black guy.  He had always been a very friendly type even before I had developed into "cocksucker of the year".  We spent most of the evening drinking, dancing, (my second love), and generally having a great time.  It got pretty late and he asked if we could go have a bit of "play time?", (read "I want you to suck me  off baby, I want some of your hot head.")  I eagerly agreed. I had heard he carried on the image of the black man, hung like a moose.  He said he would like to spend a long night with me maybe.  I told him if he didn't mind the drive he could come to my place and we could have all the time he wanted.  I could see the bulge swelling in his pants and he jumped at the chance. 

Off we went and an hour later parked in front of the house I was renting and went in.  We wasted no time in preliminaries and I suggested we take a shower in the huge walk in shower, then we could have the rest of the night for all the nasties we could think of. 

We stripped and went into the bathroom, stepping into the shower. 

"Holy sea serpents Batman! Did I say he was supposed to be hung?" His tool hung halfway to his knees and was big around as a fire hose.  And it wasn't even fully hard yet.  That gorgeous mother was a good 12 inches long....  Pre-cum was dribbling from the head and it was pulsing and jerking. 

I stripped and his eyes got big as saucers when I slid my bra off, cupped my double D's and pinched the nipples.   When I slid off what I laughingly call panties, and my own tool sprung out, he smiled a big toothy grin and his tongue lapped around his  lips. 

We hopped in the shower and soaped and played with one another for some time.  I'm not sure who was having the most fun playing with the others goodies.  He was fascinated with jerking my big cock and sucking my swollen nipples at the same time.  As or me I was having the time of my life playing with his goose egg size balls and sliding my fist up and down that horse  cock.  God I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around it and suck the nectar of the god's from the big purple head..

We dried off and moved into the bedroom.  He picked me up and tossed me on the bed, spread my legs and enveloped my stiff tool in his sucking mouth.  I lay back, my eyes rolled up as I luxuriated in his suctioning mouth but I soon pushed him off and told him I wanted that monster cock of his in my throat right now. 

He rolled over and spreading this legs said, "It's all yours cocksucker."

Sliding down I knelt at his crotch and stared in wonder at the biggest piece of man meat I had ever seen.  It stood straight and tall, jerking and throbbing, the purple head oozing juice.

I gave him the best I had to offer.  He moaned and panted for a good half hour before nearly drowning me in a tremendous load of semen.  Believe me folks black ones don't taste any different than any other.   It's ALL yummy. 

He returned the favor, sucking me off, and sucking on my boobies, then we started all over.  God he had stamina.  I drained his big chocolate balls 4 times that night and the last load was just as big as the first.  He left just as the first dim light of day crept in the  window. 

A few weeks later I had a bit of a strange encounter at the club.  This nice guy had asked me to dance a couple of times and rubbed his hard-on against me while we stood at the bar, but he never made any attempt to set something up for later.  It was a bit of a slow night and I didn't have anything going for later so at closing time I went to my camper in the lot.  As I slid into the seat, the door still open, he came over and we talked a few minutes.  He said "honey you are sooo hot.  You got me all worked up, I'm hard as a rock. Here..see?"  He had his fly open and flipped a lovely stiff tool at me. I took him up on the offer, and leaning out slurped his pride and joy into my mouth, sucking and licking the knob.  I had no sooner closed my lips around it than he groaned and shot a huge load of sweet, hot semen in my mouth.  I held onto his leg and slurped as much of  the shaft as I could into my mouth and sucked hard, drawing every drop from his nuts.

"God babe I just knew you were good at it.  Thank you, g'night, see you next week." Guess that was called a quickie, slurp, suck, unload and on his way.

That was the quickest, blowjob I have ever  given.  It was good though.  I subsequently had the opportunity to go out with him and spend more time giving him a proper sucking. He also  gave as good as he got.
Well almost in any case.

It was about this time I decided that if I was going to get any better at giving head I wanted to do something I had wanted for a long time.  I had my tongue pierced and a nice long stud put in.  It probably wouldn't go over too big with the company so I had him put one in I could remove when I was working. The little ball on the underside screws off and no one can tell.  Soon as I get off duty though it goes back in.  It really enhances my tongue action and when I am licking the knob of a nice hard penis I slip it into the p-hole and wriggle it.  Really drives guys wild.

One thing I found in my experiences with men at the club was that many weren't looking mainly to get sucked off.  They were looking to suck ME off!.  After sucking me they were glad to leave it at that and be on their way.  Very few escaped however without me blowing them.  Tit for Tat doncha know?

One thing I have never done. I've never dipped my pen in the company inkwell.  Sexual dalliance with fellow workers is verbotten.  All I'd have to do is let one of those overpaid chimpanzees up front find what I pack in my panties and I'd be out in the street, and this job pays to well to blow it. Excuse the expession.  I have had oodles of chances but no way Jose, even with some of them that I know swing both ways.  It's also very tempting, working with some of the dolls in the back since many of them are known to be accomplished dick eaters, but the same goes for them. Once they thought they were going to have a little girl/girl romp and found they were faced with a big hard dick it would be all over the place and I'd either be mobbed by sweet things wanting some, or be out on my bum. Besides I get all I want from other sources. 


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