Story of Heather Chapter 1

Every time I watched something erotic on TV seeing a girl going down on a man, or getting fucked by a man and I had this overwhelming feeling that I wanted not only do what she was doing, but to be her. Not only that, as I began to look at myself in this light I noticed similarities between me and women. I was skinnier than most boys, my arms were always smaller, and I tended to be shy and meek compared to all the other boys.

My next semester of college took me farther in my ways as a woman than I had ever been. I had transferred schools and now had a room of my own. This allowed me the privacy to dress up here and there. I went out and bought clothes, makeup, hair, and various things. I can remember the first time I put makeup on, although a little rough, I couldn't believe the person looking back at me. It was the girl inside me, the one who has been screaming to get out. For a while I would dress like this and just stay in my room, but one night I couldn't take it anymore. I put on a set of black knee high heeled boots, a plaid skirt, and white sweater top. I was soooo nervous but I walked out of my room for the first time as a woman. There was no one around until I got out of my building. I walked through the night feeling as liberated and free as I had ever felt in my life. I didn't really have a plan, I just started walking. Occasionally I would see a guy looking towards me, I wasn't sure if it was because he liked what he saw or he knew what I was. I tried to keep my distance from anyone so it wouldn't be that apparent as to what I was.

I found myself walking passed an adult bookstore that I knew about but never actually went in to. In fact, at the time I had never been in one of these bookstores but had heard stories about what men do in them and with that, my curiosity got the better of me and I managed to quell my inhibitions of how I was dressed and go into this public establishment. When I walked in the guy behind the counter gave me a look, but more so as to see who was walking in rather than a judgment look. I held my breath as I walked through the store, looking at all the erotic literature, illustrations, toys, and videos they had to offer. It wasn't long I could hear the sound of what I recognized as a porno coming from the back. I noticed that people who were coming and going came from this back area of the store.