A Week In My Life

by Debbie Valentine

 

My alarm clock goes off, telling me it's 6:30 AM and time to get up. I brush the long blonde hair from my face with my pink-nailed fingers and swing my long, stocking-clad legs out of bed, before slowly padding towards the bathroom.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Debbie Valentine and I am a twenty-four year old transsexual from Dublin. My "real" name is David Vincent, but all my life I've known I wanted to be Debbie.

Join me for a week in my life!

 

MONDAY

I slip out of my only-just-put-on bedrobe (that's the Irish in me!) and I admire my figure in the bathroom mirror. I wouldn't call myself stunning but as men-who-want-to-be-women go, I could certainly turn a few men's heads- especially with what I'm wearing now! I'm wearing a seriously short electric blue satin nightie with a neckline so low my (artificial!) nipples are almost hanging out! Underneath, I have on a moderately tight waist clincher- gotta love those corsets!- with suspenders, to which are attached sheer dark stockings. Rounding off my sleeping apparel is my tiny black lace thong, which I pull out of my ass as I sit down for my morning pee.

Well, okay, the thong isn't technically the last thing I'm wearing. I suppose you could count my "body wear" as clothes, of a sort. I recently found the wonderful site www.transformation.co.uk <http://www.transformation.co.uk> and, well, my credit card hasn't been the same since!

The first thing I purchased was this great thong-like garment called a "vagina panty" that fit snugly over my lad and could be adjusted to give a perfectly flat, feminine crotch shape. Even while I was still dressing as a man I wore this panty everywhere I went- along with a condom in case of an accident, of course! I also love the feeling I get when I wear a thong, the rubbing between my thighs and my arse cheeks drives me wild with desire at times! The way my lad was strapped down, though, I couldn't get an erection and this did prove uncomfortable at first, but I've since got used to it- in fact, the restriction on my lad just adds to the erotic feelings I get!

The second thing (or is that second and third things?) I bought were my breasts. Yep, pretty important things, I thought so too! Until I can get implants I'm gonna have to settle with falsies, but these are seriously classy falsies! Rather than needing glue to stick to my chest or need a bra to keep them in everywhere I go, these are worn kinda like a crop top, I pull them on over my head and strap them in much like I did with my vagina panty. The strap material is partially see-through and breathes extremely well- it only needs washing once a week (though for obvious reasons, my vagina panty needs washing a little more often)!

After I finish my pee this Monday morning, I carefully slip the nightie over my head, letting my breasts hang free, before removing my stockings and detaching the suspenders from the waist clincher. I cross my arms over my breasts and head back into my bedroom to start my morning exercises. My waist clincher isn't the only thing keeping me slim and attractive, you know- I've got to put in some effort!

It's Monday, so today I do 45 minutes of ballet. I recently bought myself a "Ballet workout for Beginners" DVD and although it's aimed at girls in their teens, I've always had an unexplainable weakness for ballet, and in particular, the wonderful piece of clothing that is the leotard.

Ever since I first tried on my older sister's gymnastics leotard when I was nine (she's only a couple of years older than me so we were mostly the same size) I have been in love with the garment. The way it clings to every part of your body- especially flattening my then-excited lad- just made me die! Ever since then I've been a sucker for leotards of all kinds (especially thong leotards!), and I own almost fifty today.

After putting my hair into a ponytail and pulling a pair of opaque white tights over my hairless legs, I select my leotard for the day- a long-sleeved, dusky pink leotard with a mock turtle neck and a full bottom. I step into it one leg at a time, pulling it on like a panty until it reaches my crotch. I let a smile creep onto my lips as I pull it over my torso (I still have the waist clincher on- impractical I know, but can you blame a girl for one moment of vanity?) and slip my arms into the sleeves. I smooth the leotard over my feminine body and make sure the crotch is the correct tightness before pressing "play" on my DVD player.

The "lesson" goes well- the ballet has certainly helped with my fitness over the months. I went from being a lumbering, useless oaf of a man to a supple, dextrous woman able to drop into the splits at a moment's notice. A definite improvement, you might say!

With the ballet over, I return to my bathroom, removing my slightly sweaty leotard, tights and waist clincher (hey, ballet isn't easy, you know!) and dumping them on top of last night's sleepwear in my laundry basket. I remove my breasts and vagina and step into the shower, giving myself a thorough cleaning and removing any and all body hair (yes, including my facial hair- electrolysis sessions start next month though!). Whilst I have my hair up in a towel I set about the boring task of cleaning my breasts and vagina- fortunately, they're fairly sweat and dirt-free so within a quarter of an hour I'm pulling them back on, flattening my poor, pathetic lad back into my groin. Now that I'm female again, I finish drying my hair and go to get dressed for work.

After deciding to live my life as a woman, I knew I wanted a fresh start for everything in my world, including my job. I left David's job as a call centre administrator and found employment as Debbie as an administrator at a big-name solicitor's in Wexford. It was perfect for me- I work four days a week but still get paid enough to afford my own one-bedroomed flat AND the gender reassignment surgery. Plus, I get to wear some gorgeous business suits!

I start where I always start- a brand-new waist clincher for a brand-new day. I have them laced already so all I need do is pull them on and zip up the front, but this is still enough to trim three inches from my waistline. I slip my pink-nailed toes into a pair of sheer tan stockings and pull them up my legs, straightening the back seams and attaching them to the suspenders at the top. I muse over a bra and thong set I've recently bought off eBay, before deciding instead on a short-sleeved white thong body I've had for a few months now and absolutely adore. I told you before about my obsessions with thongs and leotards? Well trust me girls (and guys!), a lycra thong body does all this and MORE. As a plus, this particular one shows off a generous amount of cleavage- perfect for the "sophisticated businesswoman" look I'm trying to convey. I quickly trip over to my large wardrobe, loving the fresh feeling of the thong rubbing between my arse cheeks, and select my suit for the day- a cute (but still very businesswoman-like) silk-lined pink miniskirt suit- and when I say "mini", boy do I mean it- the skirt ends eight inches above my knee! Once I've finished my make-up- nothing too dramatic, just some pink lipliner and some pink eye shadow to match the suit- and fixed my jewellery, a pair of modest dangly earrings and my usual diamante choker (don't want to give away the Adam's Apple, after all!), I slip my feet into my favourite pair of hot pink pumps with the 4" heels, tidy up my hair, spray on some perfume, grab my keys and my handbag and head on out the door and off to work!

As I'm driving to work I can't help but be aroused by the feelings generated by my stockings sliding over the silk lining of my skirt. I really do think I'm the luckiest woman alive- I love dressing up and I get to do it 24 hours a day, 7 days a week- and not only that, but I look great doing it too!

I've always loved stockings and suspenders. Don't get me wrong, I love tights too- the first piece of female clothing I ever wore were a pair of my sister's school tights when I was eight- but the feeling of the stocking top encircling the top of your thigh but leaving everywhere above there exposed, and of the suspender rubbing against the exposed thigh, is just so sensational I knew I would rather die then live a life without those feelings.

I arrive at work a mere fifteen minutes later and I swing my shimmering legs out of the car before sexily sashaying across the car park, saying hi to all my colleagues as I go. As I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer I'm greeted with a pleasant surprise- the new boy starting today is not only a hell of a looker, but he also has the desk opposite mine. Throughout the morning I'm naughtily teasing him, crossing and uncrossing my legs (which believe me, gives anyone sitting opposite me a hell of a view!) and making the odd pouty gesture in his direction, anything to grab that babe's attention. Okay, I know, I shouldn't really be leading anyone on seeing as I'm not technically a woman (yet!), but you can't blame a girl for doing a little window shopping, can you?

Besides, it seems to have had the desired effect- we get chatting over lunch and I find out a lot about him. His name's Mark, he's 23 years old and he's English, working in Ireland having just graduated from Durham University with a degree in criminal law. I'm not interested in any of that, though, what interests me more is that he recently split up with his girlfriend before moving over here. That, and he can't keep his eyes off my cleavage.

That afternoon I can barely concentrate on my work, I'm so distracted by images of Mark bending me over his desk and humping my arse like it's never been humped before, and images of the two of us in the supply cupboard, me on my knees sucking every last drop of semen from his testicles. I can't explain why, but the thought of sex with a man as a woman (if you get my meaning) turns me on far more than any of my previous gay encounters ever did.

The end of the day soon comes, and as I pass Mark on the way to the car park, I lick my lips as seductively as I can. I walk away with a smile on my face and a wiggle in my arse as I see Mark's face turn several shades redder- he'll be mine soon, I know it!

I'm still smiling as I drive home and head back into my flat, slipping out of my shoes and collapsing onto my bed. I let myself fantasise about Mark for a few minutes longer before changing out of my suit and my body and into a more comfortable outfit consisting of a plain, knee-length black skirt and a figure-hugging white halter top. It's May 2005 as I write this so it's pretty warm in Ireland- as warm as it can get here, anyway!

The rest of my day is pretty boring, really- I make dinner (just a low fat vegetarian shepherd's pie), eat it, watch some TV and surf the internet for a while. I'm a sucker for eBay, as I think I said earlier- I'm currently bidding on a gorgeous leather pencil skirt, a satin teddy I've had my eye on for a while and a new pair of knee-high boots. No, I don't know where I get the money to live either!!!

I stay up until about 11pm chatting to my girl friends on msn messenger and reading various transgender mailing lists I'm subscribed to. But, I have work tomorrow, so I've got to head off to bed- and even though I sleep alone (for the time being!) it's just as important to be to look as good asleep as I do when I'm awake!

As I didn't put on any panties underneath my skirt when I changed out of my suit, it's an easy decision what to wear in bed- my teddy! And not just any old teddy, but a black lacy one with a thong back that I bought a month ago (from where else but eBay?). As I snuggle under my sheets, delighting as always in the feelings generated by my stocking-clad legs rubbing against each other, and of the tiny strip of lace rubbing between my arse cheeks, my thoughts are occupied by sexy Mark. God how I wish he could be in bed with me now, riding me until we both collapse from exhaustion. I quickly wonder whether or not I should have some "fun" with one of my dildos, but I quickly decide against it- it's up tomorrow at 6:30 for more exercises (of a different kind!) so I close my eyes and drift slowly off to sleep...

  

  

  

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