It started off as a fetish. It was just some kinky porn you told yourself…no harm in it. But then it was sneaking into the laundry room and slipping on a pair of your sister’s dirty panties.

Soon you bought your own pair, but hey they were just for you. Nothing would ever come of it. Next your talking to other people just like you on reddit and posting your pictures.

And then it happens and a man takes interest in you. You feel things you’ve never felt before all the while trying to convince yourself it’s not gay that this man makes you feel so femme and good.

The dirty secret is you believe it’s not gay because on your most primal level you’ve accepted you’re not a man. Though you aren’t ready to admit that yet.

You talk to this man and he seems to understand you. He doesn’t judge you for your kink, in fact he supports you. He calls you pretty, helps pick out things you should buy. He’s a friend…or so you thought.

Over the course of your many conversations you’ve talked a lot…maybe too much. Because now this man knows all about you. Maybe not all, but enough to put your secrets out where people, who you’d rather not know, can find them.

Now he has pressured you into setting up a Grindr account. It was a small sacrifice to keep your secret protected. But then men started messaging you, and this man has now picked one out for you to suck off.

You hate this man, but you have to do what he says or risk starting your life over completely. But you don’t hate this man…..you are grateful. Grateful because he has put you right where you have been wanting to go for so long.

Now as you sit there on your knees staring at a large swaying white cock…you’re not sure whether to curse him or thank him. But as you take the cock in your mouth and the camera flashes…you feel as though your journey has truly now just begun.