LINDA - Story of a Transvestite. Chapter 1 My Love for Men

I'm Luis, and I live with my mother in a small apartment in a peripheral neighborhood of Madrid. Since I was a child, I have felt a deep admiration for men's bodies. I always got excited watching the movements of athletes, the strength of their muscles, the strong and beautiful contour of their shapes. I loved watching men on the streets and in parks. Now, at eighteen, I had discovered that this admiration had silently turned into a passion. I wanted to see men's genitals, I needed to discover in others that magical sexual member that attracted me with such intensity and feel small and submissive to them. I had the opportunity to see them in the showers of the town hall in my neighborhood, where men soaped themselves and walked naked without any concern, completely uninhibited in front of others. My penis, of regular size, got hard when I saw them pass in front of me, and I had to cover it with my hands, dead of shame and hidden desire.

For many years, being an only child and having my father abandon us a year after the wedding, I lived with my mother, as I said, in a small apartment in a neighborhood on the outskirts of Madrid. The apartment was small but comfortable. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small living room with a table where we ate and sat around to warm up if it was cold because we had a small electric heater that warmed us up a lot. Next to the wall, we had a small color TV. Due to the economic situation my father left us in, my mother got a job as an assistant in a pharmacy, and I, after finishing school, was lucky enough to be hired as a seller for a publishing house. This job allowed me to have freedom of movement within the city and earn enough for the two of us to have a decent life.

In addition to the books I sold personally, I had the opportunity to delight in many photos of naked men photographed in an American magazine that I had to distribute. Sometimes I locked myself in the bathroom to enjoy reading it and getting passionate about those impressive male genitals, whose round and muscular buttocks made me faint. For many days, I dedicated myself to this exciting task, but one day I decided to make my dream come true, to personally and physically meet a male and submit to him like a submissive and obedient girl.

The reality is that I am a normal boy, with blond hair and very white skin, of medium height, neither handsome nor ugly, but with a face that my mother considered very beautiful.

"You should have been a girl, beautiful!" she would say to me from time to time.

And I would smile happily because it pleased me to put myself in the situation of being her daughter and feeling like a beautiful young woman, decidedly submissive to any man who wanted me. Because I felt very inferior to those men who were so gifted. I reviewed in amazement the fabulous genitals of some, especially admiring their well-formed buttocks and testicles that were, in some cases, "small and hairy, s...