New Life

by Lisa Rose

  

The soft rays of dawn peeping thorugh the window gently wakes me up to the fresh morning with fresh experiences. For the first time I get out of my bed wearing nightie,pink in color glowing with the morning rays. I head to restroom, while brushing my hair back,still yawning. How strange it is that I feel so natural to have long hair! Wait, that is the least of the changes! I feel natural and completely at home to seeing and even feeling the soft and pouting breasts in front of me instead of the flat chest I used to have! As if to constantly remind me of my womanliness, my breasts never are out of my sight and lead me always with their pointed curves! I stare into mirror and have the first sight of well-healed and fully rested, yet sleepy and provocative woman- no it is just my own self!

I am used to peeing now while sitting, as that is the only way I can do that task now. Even that one act makes me feel how little or no control I have! Instead of standing, holding and shaking, here I am just sitting and spraying with absolutely nothing to hold or control. This brought me the first feelings of how vulnerable I am as a woman, even when it comes to my utter private acts!

After shower, the act of putting on bra is no longer a cross-dressing fantasy, but a daily necessity. I stopped using padded bras as I got ample size of my own. Bras are not new to me, but the feeling of naturalness and genuiness is. Sliding straps and rotating the bra and gently bending to secure my boobs into the silky white cups still gives me soft feeling of comfort and pleasure. Watching my nipples appear to pout through lacy cups looked so natural, beautiful and womanly, I had no idea how provocative they might be until my boyfriend pleaded many times for its mere sight and touch. Wearing panties, blouses, skirts do not give me as much direct soft womanly feeling as wearing my bra! I had to practise a little, but applying makeup is like a mandatory spending of an hour in front of mirror every day before I rush out of the door.

My new life is progressing gently and softly, exactly with the pace of woman but flowering from within surely and fully,giving me not only new shape and form but also new odor and new feelings. I never realized the awesome power residing in a woman's smile, wiggle and a mere brush of hair, until I saw and felt for myself what those do to men! I was hesitant, scared and even wondered initially about my feelings of attraction to guys, but I got over them and I feel natural to want a handsome guy to hold me and love me. Instead of me actively pursuing, I want to be the object of guy's active pursuit.

For the first time when my boy-friend held me gently, I almost melted and let him kiss me, or rather pouted my lips to make him kiss me. I was astonished at that change in myself, but my entire being was craving for the touch. I am on the threshold of exploring my womanly pleasures I think. Every experience gives new learning and causes new unfoldment of myself as a woman, I guess. (Will continue if demand exists)

  

  

  

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