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Warning! To all government and educational institutions and over all nosey, busy boddies who want to collect my pics...please do. I give you the right to download, copy or just plop right down in that half broken chair with the one fucked up caster wheel, help yourself to that crusty old bottle of lube, silicon based I hope, not that water crap. I mean after all we are professionals here, and just whack and beat that pathetic little bureaucratic wiener til it spews out red tape all over that cluttered desk of yours! Now enough about you, you're here to learn about me.
I finally took the plunge into that raging sea of hormones known as Oestrogen Valerate. Its been a long time comqing and I couldn't be happier with my decision. The first time that I can remember being jealous of some little bitches outfit was around 6yrs of age. I pretty much forced this little neighborhood girl to switch clothes with me, right down to our bloomers, and couldn't wait to show our parents! Then shortly later caught by Mom's husband wearing a pair of her pantyhose, they're so mysterious! And to round off adolescence, getting a junior high school friend to pretend he was the "daddy" and I was "mom",to make out with me while dressed in my mother's lingerie. Students and faculty of the University of Melbourne Psych dept, get out your composition books cause this is good stuff! Then college and collegiate athlete, blah blah blah, then a First Lt. In the Marines, please pardon me if I don't go into detail there, just know there is nothing "girlie" about the Marines! Fast forward through some really fun Halloweens', and some very akward moments, and presently I find myself sounding like all my ex girlfriends did , when I'm lecturing men about how important my feelings are. Pheewww! I want, I need, I deeply yearn to be beautiful, both inside n out, to be sexually desirable to a strong, intelligent, creative and exceptionally kinky Domme Mistress! Put me on my knees, dangle a huge gorgeous rubber cock in front of my face and tell I am not allowed to touch it until told to. Make me look up into those stern eyes of yours while I take you half way down my throat and yes, that is a smile though hard to descern. Latex, leather, rubber, PVC, yes please! Dress me up like the pathetic little slave you desire and use my body to re create that sick little fantasy you had the night before. Mistress please don't bother to ask me what my fetishes are, I'm a submissive trans gendered slut, my fetishes are your fetishes Mistress, end of story.
Aubrey
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