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Tranny in CroatiaI started crossdressing as a teenager. I had a young mom, who always had some interesting and sexy clothes. I was 13 the first time I took her clothes (she was 31 at the time). I took a metallic silver jacket and some lacy thongs, and I put on her pink lipstick. I took a couple of photos, but they all came out blurry. But I liked how it felt, the only trouble was I did not know what to do… it felt wrong enough to hide it but right enough to get me interested. I dressed up quite often, but not knowing how to fulfill my desires I ended up watching tv just laying around dressed. I started doing more and more makeup and eventually it became quite girly. At that time my mom bought a latex-like jacket and I switched to that. I also found a vibrator on the back of the closet and I would watch it, touch it and licking, often while watching lesbian porn on my computer. I started chatting with older women online and sometimes even men, I was looking for someone to give me a nudge to start doing stuff, but the women were saying “it is your decision”, and be careful, and the men wanted to piss on me or fist me or beat me up. Not very inspiring to a teen tranny in an Eastern European country.One day, I got back in the silver jacket and thongs, and shaved myself. I was 18 and I liked to sniff glue at this time. It was during summer so I got a nice tan. I experimented with the dildo before but this time ti was different. I drew tanlines on my breasts with concealer and I filmed myself. First I talked a bit on the camera on how I am a slutty boy and then i started oiling myself with kitchen oil and touching and fingering. I penetrated myself with the dildo. My ass hurted but I did not mind. I uploaded the video on the internet on a local sex site. I had a very hard time explaining to my mom why her jacket was oiled up. A few days later, a friend invited me to go fishing.The friends name was Zoran. My dad had a young lover at this point, a couple of years older than me. I never liked her but dad seemed to want me to like her. I felt a bit like a jealous daughter. And I thought I looked better than her… it is weird, but to me it made perfect sense. When Zoran asked me to go fishing, dad and his mistress drove me to Zoran and Zoran drove to the river. A one point Zoran said “I know about you”. I was shocked. I said “it is not me”, but I actually just proved him right. He said “I have a big cock” and continued fishing. I went home, avoided him fo a while and his calls, and then at one point I deciced to accept the invitation for fishing. We went fishing and that was it. I was a bit dissapointed, but then again I had no clothes with me. I decided to get some clothes of my own. I bought white sunglasses, a pink baseball hat, a shiny black jacket and fishnets. And of course makeup. When we came to the fishing spot, I told Zoran that I wanted to dress up this time. This ended up to be my first blowjob. My dad came with the bitch and ai think dhe could smell the hormones off me… I liked it.A year after, a fried of mine gave me a pill. He told me it was “to get in girl’s panties”. I naturally swallowed it one morning when I was alone. I was very horny, but we had a lady that came to clean our house. I decided to risk it. I took my jacket, stockings and my new high heels and put my makeup on in my room and started dildoing myself. Of course she came in my room and caught me but I did not care… I was so high… güvenilir bahis She was around 60. She said “I knew you were a faggot” but I just moaned the dildo in my ass. She said I should be castrated and that I should be a prostitute to help out my parents since I am already fucked up. “Prisoners and weirdos like sissies” she said and touched my knee, and left the room with a weird laughter. She later told everyone she knew that I was a tranny and a prostitute. A neigbour asked me for a blowjob but I was too embarassed and just ran away.When I was 22, I have met an interesting girl online who liked trannies. W spoke for hours and she encouraged me to buy a lot of clothes. I picked up a brown wig with bangs too. I took many photos of myself and they were all over the internet. After a nasty fight we had, I put my wig and makeup, my black jacket and black pants and went to a place I know prostitutes used to walk. I was approached by a middle aged guy who wanted to kiss me. I was out in public for the first time, far from home and with no mens clothes. I accepted, and we kissed for a while in the nearby park. He made me feel like a woman, and I let him do what he wanted. And he wanted to kiss in a motel and drink. We got drunk, he fingered me, but could not get it up… the bad part was that we fell asleep and that I had to walk home as a woman the next day. A couple of days later, I bought a black minidress, and went on the same street now in a dress which was so short that my cock would peek out at the slightest arousal. I had the dress and boots and a new light brown wig. I took two cocks that evening, both from 60+ guys. I made a bit of cash also.I was looking for a boyfried but could only find fuckers. The “girlfriend” I had introduced me to and older guy with a farm in her home town, and I was there a lot. He made me go outside in pink and I did farm chored dressed as a girl. He fisted me regularly and was the best boyfriend I ever had. He made me woman, and even injected saline in my breasts to mske them grow. I remember a bikini milking session, and I felt more slive than ever. He made me go to the store with makeup in but I did not mind. Soon the whole town knew me and they thought I was a preop due to my simetimes quite nice pumped rack. He organized poker parties and his friends loved to see me in lingerie. It reminded them of vegas thry said. I was fucked every day, my boobs were swollen from the salune and I was high every night. Once I went home, i found sime of my pictures on my dad’s usb, and I wanted him to see what a glorious slut I am.When I was 23 I had quite a bit of clothes. I also had a wavy blonde wig, and I loved red lipstick. It was spring and I chatted with an interesing couple. The women was an intellectual dominatrix, intrigued by weird ideas. She was called Maja and was 30 something… rougly the same age and name as my dads mistress. But she was a different kind of a bitch…. but I wanted to take the sassy bitch persona, and act like my dads mistress–aftr all, these people did not know me as the introverted horny tranny, but I could now be a sassy and frigid bitch bent only on looking good and be less than amused about anything which is not taking selfies. It came to me that I should have a rich-daddy–spoiled-brat look, so I went for a black shiny vest, a black top red lipstick, blonde wavy hair, dolce and gsbbana belt and sunglasses and guess black and gold shoes. And of türkçe bahis course louis vuitton handbag. And a whole lit of channel number 5. A friend of mine gave me coke to get me stimulated and I had some left. I decided to go to meet the couple by slow train so that people see me, but not a lot of them. A 70+ guy sat in my coupe and he was talking all the time. I chew gum and just nodded, since I do not have a very femminine voice. But at one point i started talking. The guy did not get I was a tranny, and started telling me about how he likes to sponsor student girls but I resisted. He seemed quite desperate so he started telling me it is his birthday and saying I should give him at least a peck kiss, which I reluctantly did. He was horny as fuck but I was saving my sexual energy for the couple. I did tease him however: by putting more lipstick, taking selfies and pretending to sext my boyfried. He soon got out and he was begging me for my phone number, but I gave him a fake number.Once I got to Virovitica, a tall and Balkanic man said “are you Sandra Silikonjara?” And I said “maybe” and got in his brand new mercedes. In the car he said his name vas Razvaljivac kurvi (slut basher), and that he has a big cock and a was to get anyone to scream in pain. I asked him did he know that I was a crossdresser, and he said that he fucks anything that has a hole after prison.He said it was mostly men, older and very young ones and sometimes females. I asked him jokingly “you fuck sheep to” and he said nothing… to this day I am not sure. When we arrived ad this house he told me the mistress was here and that there is a glass of wine waiting for me with piss in it. I was baffled. It was way beyond my confort point. But I thought that I just need more of the good stuff and that I will become horny enough. When I came into the house it was a wreck, but had a camera, and the mistress was quite a bit older that the profile and photos would tell. She took a lot of photos of me with her phone, and left. The basher said that I should go in one of the rooms and change to the clothes he prepared and come back. In the room there was a shiny red minidress and black overknee boots and a little black bolero. I changed clothes. When I came back out I was quite horny and a little weak. The basher had a ball gag and handcuffs waiting. I thought that it might be fun. He hog tied me and gaged me. He started to penetrate me and it hurt like hell. I got really horny since he was an a****l. At one point he said “I’m HIV positive”… a part of me wanted to break free but a part of me was so horny and I felt like a woman I never wanted it to end. He was violating me and probably giving me a death sentence, but it felt so right. His cum felt like lava, and it was consuming me alive. When he was finished I changed back and looked at the red dress and thought “so these are the HIV-clothes”I somehow felt HIV would complete me. I was a tranny, and by now it was safe to say that I was also a prostitute. Having nothing to lose since I was already lost felt liberating. I took the red dress and thongs.Next day I put my lady gaga wig, my red shiny jacket and jeans and went out. I was out the whole day and I really did not mind the people looking. I though that having HIV somehow justified my look. The basher sent me a text claiming that he did not have HIV, and that saying that he has turns him on. I did not believe him, and I went on to get tested. güvenilir bahis siteleri A couple of days later, I got my test results, and they were negative. I was relieved, but a part of me now seemed out of place.A month later, I found pictures of myself as a girl on one of my dad’s usbs, and I was feeling very weird. I a bit pissed of since he lectured me at lenght when one of the neigbours told him that I was a tranny, but I also wanted him to know what a sex doll I was and how right it was for me to be dressed like a spoiled female brat. I sent pictures of myself with makeup with my Id card around the internet and I was quite surprised nobody recognized me. At least no body admitted. Most of my facebook and chilhood friends knew about me but they were quite lousy about it. I went on the streets again, and I met someone I did not expect to. At this time I was very into black latex and wore a black raincoat and boots. One of the guys who payed me turned out to be my dad’s ex boss. A guy from Split named Buco. He had a thich dick with a weirdly shaped hole going all the way to the middle, and he rode me like a blowup doll, just to satisfy his lust. He came into me without a condom and he told me whether we had met before and I said yes. He at first was not amused thinking I would tell someone but then he realized that I was quite a trophy and he instisted that he filmed me while I was sucking his dick. He gave me 1000euros and I was quite inspired and horny so I deepthroated him. I also made contact with some of my friends from school. One guy from my high school, Sasa was very amused with how I looked and he asked me over to his place to drink. He soon asked, did you bring makeup, and I nodded. I put on my boots, my stockings and my corset and makeup and he was very amused. He licked me all over with lust, focusing on my ass. He penetrated my ass with his toungue and I was very horny. He made love to me as a passionate lover, cumming inside me and over me and demanding I take him deep in me. He wanted to know everything about me. I had great confidence in him and I asked him to take me out in the city center during daytime, and he reluctantly agreed. We were stopped by a news crew to give a statement about a random event. I was shy but he instisted, so I ended up saying something dressed as girl on national tv. He fucked me long and hard that night. It felt like I found someone to save me… someone who would help me with changing sex and becoming a woman, who would be more than just a sex toy. Imagine being able to talk to people and that they are actually not accepting or rjeceting you based on whether they like to fuck you or not, but based on the many shades in between. He was ugly and smelly, but I really felt good. But I was in for a big dissapointment.After that night I called him and texted him, but he avoided me. After a month or so of avoiding my calls he just said that he is married and that I was a freak of nature and that I should stop harrassing him. I was shocked. I was ready to give up on everything and he took advantage of me. The next couple of days I was out all day as a girl. Less flashy outfit than before. Black jacket, brown wig, sunglasses and my black and gold shoes. I again did not mind anyone who gave me the weird look, but I did not for one moment to make the impression that I would accept a fuck offer. I went around, some people stared but I felt quite sexually empty. But I was a bit surprised that I got considerably less weird looks than before. Or perhaps I just got used to it.Then I realized that I should perhaps show myself to dad. Perhaps he could help me? Or at least, I thought, he cannot ditch me.

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