Since I was a child, right around the age of 6, I knew I was not the same as ordinary girls. The kind of conversations I was having with myself about what was going on inside of me would be considered uncommon, to say the least. I enjoyed being a little girl who stood up to pee on many occasions... It felt good; it felt comfortable! I'd miss my penis though; a partial incompleteness would come over me every time I'd look down. It left me wanting to know why I didn't have it anymore, or why I couldn't see it. Because, in my brain, I felt in a sense, I was supposed to have one all along, and I have been searching towards fixing it; even if it's just to satisfy my mind. Anatomically, my vagina is precisely where it's supposed to be; but, my dick, someone just seemed to have misplaced it this time around; so, I bought one! Matter of fact, I bought several of them, trying them ALL on for size. This transition into womanhood continues to blossom for me though. I enjoy catching glimpses of myself whenever I pass by a mirror in the nude - often aroused simply by admiring my own body, and exploring what makes me feel good. I've practiced satisfying myself in so many ways, and I've gotten good at knowing what I like, and understanding how my mind processes who I am, inside and out. Last week, I met Marq. I won't be able to take him seriously if he has difficulty accepting who I am, or if sex is his sole interest. But hey, that's sorta cool too... because I enjoy the way, the scent of my panties arouses him.