CHAPTER 3 Summary of Chapter 2 "I get fucked for the first time": After having given my first two blowjobs in a park in Brest where I met Alain, he asked me to come back a week later dressed in a whore's underwear to get fucked. In this very discreet grove I will experience a revelation, Alain will fuck me for a good half hour, it's the first time I get fucked and I will love it. From that moment on, most of my life will revolve around men and their cocks. After this new discovery: sodomy, I go home, exhausted, my anus on fire and my legs like cotton but so, so happy. I know now that I want to make my life the life of a transvestite whore, I feel so good in feminine underwear, I feel so good with a cock in my mouth or in my ass, it's so nice to see that men take pleasure in your mouth or in your ass, that it excites them to submit you, to humiliate you, to fuck you, I love this role, I feel so good in it! In addition to this first sodomy with Alain, something else happened, I feel more and more that I belong to him, he knows how to take possession of my ass but also of my mind, of all my senses, of all my thoughts, I only think of him, I wait for his next SMS with impatience and feverishness. At eighteen, I have never made love with a woman. Before I fantasized about women but there, I no longer want to at all, I want to devote myself exclusively to men.Alain told me that he was taking care of ordering me thigh-high boots, a mini skirt and a fur coat. He also ordered me to learn how to put on makeup to look totally feminine, he told me that I would find all the necessary advice on the internet and that I had to take care of that before he contacted me again. So I immersed myself in this research, I went to the supermarket to buy the necessary makeup: foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, false eyelashes, mascara, nail polish ... I spent hours practicing alone in my room and after a few days, I was very satisfied with the result, looking at myself in the mirror I found myself very credible, I looked very feminine, it was even impressive. There is however something that bothers me, it's my hair, Alain didn't tell me about wigs, maybe he forgot, on the other hand he informed me that I could order on the net and have it delivered to the post office since I can't have it delivered to my home, I still live with my parents. So I surf the internet and I quickly fall for a mid-length brown wig that would suit me perfectly I think, I buy it and have it delivered to the post office, it should arrive in four or five days. I only think about feminizing myself, I go to class but I have trouble concentrating. I watch videos of transsexuals and transvestites on the internet even more than before but no longer to masturbate in front of the films but much more to learn to put on makeup like them, to dress like them, I dream of living everything I see in these films. At the same time, I go more and more on gay dating sites, I don't know if Alain allows me to, he hasn't given me any specific instructions on this, I don't know if I can meet other people or keep myself to him, I'll see about that later. On these sites, I quickly have a lot of contacts, a little eighteen-year-old transvestite whore, that interests me, I quickly realize it. I realize that Alain must quickly tell me if I can meet other people or if he forbids me because many of the men contacted on the net want to meet me, me too, of course I'm dying to. A few days later, I receive a text message from Alain: "We have an appointment on Tuesday at six o'clock at a friend of mine's who takes photos. I'll give you the address on Tuesday, you arrive with makeup on." I was very nervous for a few days, Alain wanted me to have my picture taken, what were his intentions? On Tuesday morning, I received another text message: "I'll pick you up in front of the entrance to the park where we met at five thirty, I hope you're perfectly made up, provocative enough, whore enough."I waited on the sidewalk for about five minutes, I was a little embarrassed because it was near a gay meeting place and my very slutty makeup didn't seem to leave the men who passed by indifferent, they stared at me. Alain arrives, I get into his car, he inspects my makeup (a nice layer of foundation, fairly long false eyelashes, eyeshadow, plucked eyebrows and very red and high-strength lipstick, red nail polish too). My makeup suits him perfectly, he even tells me that I already look very slutty like that, I am flattered. I tell him that I also bought a wig, I show it to him, he is very satisfied with me. While driving, he explains to me that he wants to take pictures of me in slutty outfit in order to make a blog on which he will reveal me to men and through which these men will be able to contact him if they want to fuck me. On this subject I confess to him that I went on gay dating sites and that I have quite a few contacts of men who want to meet me. He tells me that it is out of the question, which I suspected a little, that these men must go through him, he does not forbid me from going on these sites but I must give his email to the men. They will also be able to contact him very quickly through the blog. He also tells me that he intends to train me seriously, that I will have to undergo spanking, the whip, various dildos and plugs, clamps, ties, bondage etc ... that I will discover all this gradually, he also tells me that I should sometimes go to men's houses for submission sessions, that there are many mature men who are looking for young submissive transvestites. While talking, we arrive at his photographer friend's house. Alain quickly introduces me and shows me a room where I can go and get ready.I had brought all my things in a bag. I put on opaque black stockings, the garter belt, a small black thong, my bustier. Alain received the thigh boots and he told me to put them on, he also received the mini skirt and the fur coat, but for the photos he wants me to be just below the female dog with the thigh boots. I also adjust the wig, I look at mysel ...

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