My ex girlfriend had thought turning me into a hot woman would be some form of punishment for my sleeping around, damn was she wrong. I will never give up this life. It's so different from that as a guy. From the first moment you wake up the day is different. Your morning routine is different, I take great care to make sure every inch of my body is pampered, scrubbed, and flawless.
I'll take an hour to do my hair and makeup, making sure every strand is perfectly in place, and that my makeup is perfect. I'll spend another 30 minutes picking out my clothes for the day, pulling a shirt a little tighter here, shifting my pants an inch of so there, making sure that when I go out, I present a the image of a perfect woman. When I leave the house it is different too, as a guy I was just an anonymous figure making its way through the crowd. Now as I walk down the street, or in the mall, or anywhere I am the center of attention. I can feel dozens of sets of eyes on me at any given time, drinking in this perfect figure.
I'm fully aware that I'm not the only one that receives this kind of attention, that every attractive woman does, but when it happens I can't help but feel like I'm the only one in the world. Every little movement of my legs, ass, or tits hypnotizes people, men and women alike. It's a powerful feeling, it makes me feel on top of the world, and more urgently, it makes me horny, knowing that there are dozens of people that at that moment in time would like nothing more than to take me and fuck me until daybreak.
Then there is the sex, oh God the sex! I don't know how I ever thought sex was good as a man. Sure it felt good but it doesn't hold a candle to sex as a woman. For men it's all about the orgasm; for women, it's a much longer, and much more fulfilling road. It also helps that I am bisexual, and in the past year I have had sex with a huge number of men and woman, ranging from high school senior, to soccer moms, to bodybuilders, and everything in between. Nothing get's me going more than a straight girl, and I've seduced plenty of them, breaking down their supposed "straight girl" walls, and showing them things that only another woman can show them.
Fucking women is like a good dessert, though, tasty, delicious, and very pleasing, but not something you make a diet out of. Because nothing holds a candle to the feeling of a strong man sliding himself into you. It starts before that though, what is so delicious about men is the contradiction. I'm not blind to the fact that I am not very strong or intimidating in this body, I have to rely on my wit and my curves. I know that any man I sleep with could easily dominate me, make me do whatever he wants, tie me down, man handle me, you name it. However my feminine charms turn those powerful dominating men, into my toys, eager to please me, and that contradiction is what draws me to men.
Then when the man actually enters you, it is like nothing else in the world. There is a moment of pressure as his cock pushing against my pussy, and then as he penetrates me, their hot rods pushing deep into my warm haven, nothing but sheer mind numbing pleasure. There aren't even words to really describe it. When I get horny, which is all the time, my pussy aches to be filled with something. Often it is fingers or toys, but it was made to be filled by dick, so when it is there is a feeling of being full, like a part of me was missing, and when the man pulls out, a brief feeling of emptiness returns, only to be hit with pleasure again as he thrusts back into me. When the orgasm finally does hit it takes me to another level of existence. As a man your orgasm is centered on your dick, with women, it's a whole different experience.
Sure there is the physical side, and it's not confined to just my pussy, my entire body tingles and contracts with pleasure when I cum, but there is another side to it, again one that words can't really describe. All I can say is that sex for me is like a drug, a very addicting one, because it fulfills me, mind and body, like nothing else can.
So when I found out that my ex girlfriend had only meant for this to be for a month to teach me a lesson, I immediately ran away. I flew to the other end of the country, took a different name, and changed my looks, I was never going to let her change me back into a boring man. I'm now a gorgeous and hypersexual young woman, living in an upscale major city with limitless opportunities with men and women, and I wouldn't trade this life for anything.