From Mob to Shemale

I am a sissy. I love the feeling of my legs and body being clean shaven. I
love the way pantyhose and stockings feel on my clean shaven legs. I love
wearing ultra-feminine panties, bras, garters, teddies, bustiers, corsets,
and high heeled shoes. I love wearing any type of feminine clothing,
especially very short skirts and revealing blouses. I love makeup of all
kinds, especially when it makes me look more slutty. I love having my hair
styled in a feminine fashion, and I want my hair bleached blonde. I want my
eyebrows to always be very thin and highly arched. I want my ears pierced
with large gold hoops. I want my fingernails to be an inch long and painted
bright red. I wish I had large, DD-cup breasts and will do whatever needed
to obtain them. The first week in every month is when my menstrual cycle
begins, and I must wear a tampon and a maxi pad at all times during that
week for maximum protection. Maintaining a feminine image will always
sexually arouse me, even though my pathetic penis will not be erect. I will
attempt to learn as much as possible about maintaining a feminine image.
Wearing traditional male clothes will create a feeling of intense
discomfort. Whenever other people see me in my feminine image, I will
remember that I was once a man and I will be deeply humiliated, but also
very aroused by this humiliation. Being aroused by my humiliation will
embarrass me even further. My penis is a useless piece of flesh, and I wish
I could have it removed. I want to be called by my feminine name, Samantha.
I am a sissy.

This tape played over and over while I was "relaxing". When I woke up,
the headphones were still on, but there was no music being played. I took
the headphones off and sat up. I felt a little woozy from whatever
injection they had given me, but I felt fine other than that. Some therapy
session that was. Ha! If I got to sleep through all the boring therapy
sessions, four months would go by in no time flat! If only I could get this