Filling My Head With Pictures

When I was between 15 and 18 years old, my crossdressing activites slightly decreased. Now that there was the Internet, orgasms were far easier available than when I had to look for time behind the back of my parents to dress.

On the Internet I stumbled across tons of material, which ranged from transvestism, shemale, transexuals, ladyboys, hermaphrodites, BDSM, Bondage, Femdom, all kinds of fetishes and, most importantly, forced feminization. In this case it wasn't pictures, but rather stories of men getting feminized. Forced feminization was the ultimate material, it brought together everything I liked. It was Janice applied to shemales. I sent hours reading fictional stories of forced feminization. And the pictures of shemale and BDSM I was collecting from all over the Internet served as an additional inspiration to my fantasies.

Opening The Treasure Trove

And finally...
The Internet!

I was around 16 years old when I got my first personnal computer with internet access. This meant that, contrary to the Internet access at school, I could go and look for sexual content. While my first journeys on the search for arousal over the internet basically dealt with heterosexual sex, or high heels, boots and stocking fetish, one day however I stumbled across something I had never seen before... A girl with breast and a dick! I was totally baffled. So, these tales I had heard about girls with penises were true. But wait... this was not a girl with a penis. These were former men that were completley transformed (or almost).

This meant that that what I had been fantasizing about since my early teens was possible. A man could become a creature like this. The day I saw pictures of shemales for the first time, I told myself: "I think I have found the porn I like".

Since the world of shemales opened to me, it remained until today my major source of masturbation material. I have been masturbating so much to shemale porn, that when I see a picture of a real girl with a clit, it feels strange and wrong to me; something is lacking.

Bringing Some Movement Into It All

Until then, I had only seen stills of sex intercourse. I had no idea how breasts were moving when a male was pounding his cock into a slut. I had no idea about the sounds of a male pounding against ass-cheeks. Nor about the screams of a orgasming girl, let alone the sounds of licking pussies and sucking cocks. This all became reality when I found my first porn movies. I was maybe 15 or 16. This new material also only reinforced my wish to be the one at the center of the drama... the girl.

Normal Porn

I finally also started to stumble across normal porn. Remember, these were the days before the Internet. Finding porn was not that easy for a teenager, but I happened to be able to discover one or the other magazine here and there. The images contained in this "normal porn" continued to arouse me and formed an ever-growing source of inspirational material about how I could look and act as a girl.

It was also in this period that my crossdressing confirmed itself. Having no clothes at my disposal, around the age of 14 I started to use some of my Mom's clothes to play. I remember the day I tried my first panthyhose. The touch and the feeling of this sweet material around my legs, which suddenly looked far more feminine was a huge turn-on. I basiclly played with some bras and panties, lipstick and earrings and so on. Often I would also add a SM side to my solo-plays, in the form of whipping my butt, playing with hot wax or clothes peg. I was discovering this delightful mix of pain and pleasure. Sometimes I would als call a phone sex line, but the fantasies in my head were far stronger.

Post-Janice

After Janice had thaught me all these new things, they remained ingrained into my head and they would form the basis for all my upcomming fantasies. After Janice, I was slightly starting to crossdress. Of course I did not have any girl's clothes as I was only 13 years old, but I was using the material at my disposal to pretend, or at least make myself believe, I was also on a path of Janice-like adventures. It didn't go into such extremes as Janice though. Simply making myslef feel feminine with some of my colthes was already enough to turn me on.

I continued to stumble across porn over the following years, mostly BDSM material. While not of the same impact than Janice, these images still helped me to reinforce my fantasies. Of course it remained females that were the submissives and I still continued to fantasize about being them. This time, it was the world of Femdom who opened to me. It did not have the same impact as male domination on me, but still, this was great material too.

Janice VIII Final Climax and Outro

The first climax of the story had left me with my brain unable to process more information. Thus, the final climax had never had such a high impact on me as the first one, but still, this was too much, after that, I was exhausted... and forewer changed.

Janice Part VII

With a numb brain, the rest of Janice's experience did not have such an high impact on me as the part before the climax. Nonetheless, Janice continued to show me the basics of the life of a submissive, such as:

Getting inspected




Getting used over and over again for the pleasure of males, without forgetting black males...