I am a butterfly now, but I was once a caterpillar. I grew up in the deep south, and my parents were from the Bible Belt. My dad wanted me to play sports, and I tried everyone, and I sucked at all of them. 

He always said, "You are not trying hard enough, Pat. You want to be a loser all your life?" 

As a young man, I was short and awkward. The only thing I was good at was school, and I became very good at martial arts. I credit martial arts with helping me graduate high school. Because of my size and looks, I was picked on all the time and sometimes beaten. 

Once, one of the toughest guys in school picked a fight with me, and after beating him to a pulp, I was left alone for the most part.

I was often mistaken for a woman, usually from the back but occasionally from the front. 

I was named Patrick, but I was often called Patty or Patricia. 

I had two dates in high school.

The first one was for my junior prom with a girl named MaryBeth. Many would not call her a ten, but I thought she was beautiful. 

One thing led to another that night, and we went out during the dance to a vacant lot to have sex. 

I kissed her, and it felt magical to me. Her tongue danced with mine. I felt her breast through her dress and wanted more. 

It was dark as midnight out as she slid down her panties. I felt her bush and found my way to her wetness. 

I took off my pants, and she grabbed my cock, and I could see the surprise she had in her eyes. I know she wanted more and a bigger cock. 

I quickly bent her over and shoved my cock into soaked pussy. She was my first, and the feeling sent me to the moon. I pumped her pussy, and I came within a minute or two.

MaryBeth pulled up her panties and said, "That was short and quick. When I say short, I am talking about your cock. I think I will walk home now. See ya." 

That was my first and last date with her.

After that date, I could hear snickers of almost all the girls in school. I earned a reputation for being a guy with a teenie weenie.

My second date was with a woman I worked with. She was much older than me, in her thirties and divorced. I look back at it now and think it was a mercy fuck. I think she felt sorry for me.

We went to her apartment, and she had a few drinks, and the next thing I knew, she was standing in front of me naked.

I remember her undoing my pants, pulling down my shorts, and seeing my cock, and saying, “Oh my."   

She climbed aboard my cock and rode me until I came, which was not long.    

That was the last time I fucked her.

In my senior year of high school, I saw all the other guys and knew I had a tiny cock. I hoped it would get bigger as I grew older, but that never happened. 

I also knew my face was soft, not a speck of hair, and my body was petite. 

I often thought somehow, I was half man, half woman, and my body could not make up its mind, which one I was.

To say I was a disappointment to my dad would have been a huge understatement.

As my dad called them, I saw many head doctors during and after high school.

They all patronized me. They told me I was young and give myself time to be the man I wanted to be. That was my dad talking. He must have told them all I was a sissy. His cock less son. 

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After I graduated, I grew my hair long. I had a job as a delivery person, and my looks did not matter. The longer my hair got, the more I was mistaken for a woman.

The only sex I had was masturbating to porn. I would watch these monster cocks fuck women and see the faces of pleasure of the women. I wanted to be that guy. I also saw the women sucking those cocks. I wanted sex in the worst way. 

I kept up my martial arts training. It was a great way to relieve my frustration, and I got good at it. My sensei’s would tell me I might have been the best student they ever had. One wanted me to help train new students because I got so good at it.

I helped for a short time, and this one girl always wanted my help. 

After our training one day, she told me, "You are so helpful to me, Pat. May I buy you a coffee or a Coke or something?"

I thought, “What do I have to lose? I took her up on her offer. 

We went to a nearby coffee shop and got a drink.

Tracy asked me, "How long have you been training? You are so good at it."

I replied, "About six years now. I needed to. I used to get beat up all the time in school. It allowed me to defend myself and survive school."

She said, "That is so sad. I hate bullies. Are you going to college now? Are you working, maybe?"

I said, "I have a job delivering stuff. What about you? What do you do?" 

She said, "I am a senior and graduate next month."

I was about done with my coffee when I told her, "Thanks for the coffee; it was nice getting to know you."    

Tracy said, "How about you coming over to my house? My parents are traveling and won't be home. I could make you some more coffee, and we could get to know each other better."

I thought, “What the hell, and took her up on her invitation.

Tracey made me a cup of coffee and said, "Thanks for coming over. I think you are a nice person and very pretty." 

I thought she called me pretty, but I am a guy. I said, "Thanks, Tracy."

She approached me, kissed me, and said, "I just can't resist you." 

She put her tongue down my throat, and we kissed. She stood up and took off her shirt and then her bra. She had perfect tits. 

She put the bra on my head, then took off her pants, exposing a perfectly trimmed pussy.

She said, "Let's fuck."

She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom, and she bent over and took off my pants. My cock was hard and as large as it gets.

She looked at my cock and said, "It is the perfect size." 

She pushed me back into the bed and mounted my cock. I loved watching her tits bounce as she went up and down on me. 

She began moaning and said, "Don't cum, yet I am so close to a monster orgasm." 

She went faster and faster, and it was all I could do not to cum.  

She let out a howl and screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck I came. That was fucking the best ever."

Hearing that, I came a second later. 

She fell off me and said, "Thanks, that was great."

I replied, "I am surprised you liked it so much. The only other times I had sex, the women almost laughed at my size, and they sure as hell did not have an orgasm." 

She smiled and said, "I will let you in on a secret. I am, or at least want to be, a lesbian. Guys are jerks, and I don't mean you. You are nice. You know it is hard for me, being my age and living where we are, to find a female lover. I do have two that I make love to once in a while. As soon as I graduate, I am out of here. I picked you because you damn near look like a woman. It turns me on."

I replied, "My cock size did not bother you?"

She shook her head no and said, "Not at all. It was almost like using a vibe, or one of my girlfriend's tongues, except your cock is longer than their tongues. If you gave me twenty or thirty minutes, I could put enough makeup on you to make you passable as a woman."

I laughed and said, "Now I know you are full of shit. No way you could do that."

She replied, "Let me try, okay?

I nodded and thought I might as well see what she could do to me. 

We went and sat at her makeup table and bench, and I sat down. 

I watched as she put foundation on me and then some makeup on, followed by some highlights. I was getting worried and even thought I looked more like a woman. Then came the eye makeup. I thought my transformation was complete until she took her curling iron and curled my hair.

I looked at myself and thought damn, I am a fox.

She smiled and said, "So what do you think? I think you are a babe. If you had boobs, no one would know you were not a woman." 

I replied, "I am amazed at what you did." Then I laughed and said, "I am a babe."

She said, "You look so good I want you to fuck me again right this second."

We jumped back into her bed, and I fucked her twice more, made up as a woman. 

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That day changed my life. I knew now what I wanted to be. I went to a doctor out of state and began taking hormones so I could grow tits. I also knew I had to move before my boobs became noticeable. My dad would likely kill me.

Tracy wanted to go too, and we decided to move together. She loved fucking me, and I would not stand in her way with girlfriends she wanted to fuck. 

She also showed and helped me with the makeup, walking, and talking more like a female.

I told my parents I had a job offer in another state, and Tracy and I moved away.

After about six months, I had some small tits. My changes were almost complete.  

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We went out to clubs as girlfriends. We had the time of our lives. So many guys tried to pick us up, and when we kissed, most of the time, they gave up. The girls who were bi or lesbian would see that, and it was like drawing them in with honey. 

One night, we met these two women who swore they were lesbians. Tracy explained to them that I was in transition and not a woman. It did not matter to them.

 We went to our apartment, and those two Alice and Emma were naked in just minutes. I don't remember who ate who first. What I remember is all of them wanting to suck my tiny cock and me fucking them all with it. I came three times once in each one of them. I was getting more sex now as a woman but still a man. I loved eating them out. I loved the flavor, and the scent drove me crazy with lust.

One night at the club, a man would not leave me alone, even after I told him I was a man. I took him out to my car and showed him my cock, and without hesitation, he went to his knees and blew me till I came in his mouth.

We are the perfect couple. We would go out as girlfriends, and Tracy would look for another lesbian. I did not care at this point. If we found a guy or girl, I would blow him, and once in a great while, Tracy would fuck him. When we found a girl, she would explain I was working on becoming a woman but still had a cock. Most of the time, I would eat one of them and sometimes both. Tracy would let me fuck her as the other women would watch, or Tracy would watch me fuck the other women. Like I said the perfect couple.

I have not made up my mind yet to finish my changes and become a woman with a vagina. Right now, I am having more sex than ever and loving the way things are.  I did change my name legally to Patricia, which I used to hate.

I call my parents occasionally to let them know I am well. They invite me back for the holidays, and I always come up with a reason not to go. I am not sure I will ever tell them or let them see me as a woman. I may have lost my family, but I found myself and the best lover anyone could ever want with Tracy and all her friends.