A deep and rather dark tale of life, if you don't like incest stories or have firm beliefs about transitioning and its processes and emotional issues then this story is not for you..
It isn't a true story either, just one from my dark imagination so don't take it too seriously
Cant wait for your feedback...
Lisa xx
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Times had been hard living at home all these years and trying to hide the secret that I longed to become a woman, not just a transvestite but a full woman with ripe full breasts and a wet tight pussy for guys to enjoy but I knew for now I could only hope to dress as and when I could go away or had the family house to myself.
After making friends with a couple of other transgender girls and making my way out onto the scene socialising with others like me, getting a lot of compliments on my looks a friend suggested I try working as a Trans escort to earn some money towards moving to my own home or my surgery to become the woman I had always wanted to be.
Knowing there was no way I could do this from the family home a friend offered me a couple of evenings at her apartment , she always worked late a couple of evenings a week in a local bar giving me time to dress and entertain clients in total discretion.
So deciding to escort was a big step forward and soon after registering myself online and adding some photos I got a few emails from guys wanting discreet appointments and sure enough I had become an escort, normally I would spend time with 2 or 3 guys a week at around £100 an hour for anything from kissing and cuddling to being fucked or fucking them.
It wasn't until a few months had passed that I really started to gain a regular list of clientele some of which I even fancied and went out for meals and to clubs with and some that to be honest I was never comfortable with, as my bank balance grew I knew deep inside that the feminine side to me was becoming more and more strong so with that I decided it was time to move into my own home and make Lisa become a full time reality.
Around this time my friend was also looking to move so even better as we decided to move into a huge 3 bedroom flat on the outskirts of the town centre where we could discreetly work and play, the last thing I expected though was my mother and father to divorce and the world to be tipped upside down emotionally again.
There I was beginning my transition into the girl I have always felt inside and now I had my parents pulling me one way then the other, the short and long term of it is that I stopped speaking to either of them and as an only child that must of hurt but I told them I needed to get on with my life too.
6 months or so later I had started to develop my breasts and I was preparing to go into surgery to have implants as I had now decided to make the first stage of transition full time, meeting with my mother and discussing things she said that although she was sorry to loose her only son she will happily embrace her daughter especially after I showed her pictures of me dressed as a woman.
I knew at some point I had to tell my father but after the discussion with my mother about their split I knew it was not going to be to hard to tell him, my mother had made me swear to his secret as she had caught him having sex with a transvestite in their bed and that is why they had split.
My mother told me that my day had always been slightly effeminate behind his big macho exterior and that he had many affairs with guys and trans girls before she had decided she could no longer handle knowing what he was doing behind her back, I now wondered if this was the reason why I had become who I now was.
With all the ups and downs along with the emotional problems I had long ago given up my daytime job as now my escorting was bringing me in £500 plus a week just from working maybe 4 to 5 hours a week, I had always wondered how such beautiful women never seem to work but have a comfortable lifestyle and now I thought I had it figured out.
I knew at some point I had to tell my father but after what I had learnt about him I knew it was going to be easier than I first thought, arranging to meet him with a trans friend by my side for support we met in a favourite coffee shop in town and I decided skirting around the issues was not going to work so I would just tell him straight.
Expecting him to be surprised I sat looking at him slowly drinking his coffee and looking over the table at me and my friend, and then finally he said well I wish you all the best but I want nothing more to do with you.