Joys of Being a Woman

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A rambling revelry in being fucked as (crossdressing) woman
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I've been much too shy to flirt.
I've also never worn a skirt
Like I dream to at the mall,
the neighbor men suspect all,
I kissed David at the mall
and I touched his hot balls.
being a girl to the guys
I see shock in your eyes,
(I'm knocking you out with these american thighs.)

Today's the day, dress up and strut,
that mall's never seen such a fantastic butt!
"Hell yeah, you're so fine," I tell myself.
"You're forty, don't stay on the shelf."
Some who see me pass will laugh,
but shaved from arms and thigh to calf,
this perfumed girly is on the scene,
making eyes with every man, woman, and teen,
and every child with intrigue in their eyes,
whom I fear I've warped but realize:
"My darling, you are our blessed princess,
this universe provides nothing less!
It Girl of the Month, you babe transfemme,
Those who don't know, I'll tell them."
The world's aware, my secret's out,
Fuck it, I might as well shell out
for that male chastity device,
keep my penis small and nice,
for some bras and panties too,
next: sex with the staff man in the changing room!
and he is there in his white shirt,
he who calls my breasts pert,
as two sides of my male chest
or should we put that lie to rest,
that a female chest is just so,
you may say yes, I say no.
seeing me, he then proceeds,
he took my love naughty greedily.
what a delight to receive a man,
Love men I must, as much as I can.

not gay, twink, sub, catgirl, or waifu,
you know when I see a new man what I do?
I go straight to him and say what can I do? FOR you?

Shaved and oiled, I feel so alive,
my bodycount is 95.
I'm a woman for every one,
I'm under, he's over me, he's in my buns.

The panty store is the temple gate,
The bakery sells my buns by the crate.
As crossdresser I am now getting fucked in the ass,
I now get paid for it, where's your member pass?

The years provide reflection and change.
Sad that our lovers get out of range,
Their singing hearts light our fires at times,
My mind's eye presses rewind, I remember that sigh,
that last time my favorite guy put his in mine.

I love being a woman.
Here I cum.

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