In the back pages of my teenage years I had a friend. We were inseparable. We spent so much time just walking around talking about anything and everything. Music, clothes, girls, movies. We would go to punk rock shows and had our own band. We were together constantly. One thing about guys that age is they get horny. A lot. I was more shy. But once when he was staying the night he asked if he could jack off. I said it was a free country. I was kind of turned on by it so when he asked if he could jack me off too I said “ok.” For the next few months we would masturbate together. We would talk about girls we wanted to fuck. One girl we both kind of had crushes on agreed to come over and hangout with us one day while we were house sitting his sisters place. She was kind of a known slut and we were horny so we thought maybe we could convince her to have a three way. At the last minute she said she didn’t feel like coming over that day and bailed. We were so horny. And both virgins. So he said we decided to suck each other off. He went first and hesitantly touched the tip of his tongue to my dick. It was really uncomfortable and awkward. So after about 10 seconds I said “that’s not how you suck a dick. Let me show you.” And we switched. I worked him in my hands a little bit and went down. I pressed my lips onto his head, and slid down his shaft and began sucking, licking and bobbing up and down. I felt shivers all through my body. I could see he was in ecstasy too. Only while he was in another world I was completely fixated. I felt like I was validating the femininity I had been exploring in private all my life. My secret drawer full of panties, dresses, and dollar store make-up suddenly made so much sense. He never tried to go down on me again. But I sucked him and jacked him off quite a few times. He even took me to his schools homecoming dance in a dress “as a joke” of course we knew what would happen after.

These days I live a fairly masculine existence. And I don’t mind it. Mostly. But that girl is still inside me. And I really miss this connection. I’d love to have a friend who knows me as my femme self. To come over and hangout. Maybe listen to music or play games, and make love. I would be devoted to you and take my feminization as far as I’m comfortable with. With the right guiding hand we could probably push that envelope a little further too.

Also if we talked before. Feel free to get in touch again…

P.s. forgot to mention I’m in Portland.