Communication :

This is it... I dared... I took the step... An asset of mine has always been my hair! One of my greatest signs of femininity.

But despite that I decided to change my look and with a little bit of grief I went for a new style with a short cut! And here is the result... I can't wait to read your comments...

This is my new self. I am so happy with my new breasts and I will be very happy to read your comments on the new pictures I post. Thanks and kisses...

It's decided... These next days I will travel to Bangkok where I will meet my friend Piyanee who is waiting for me.

This trip is very important for me because I'm going to go to the Clinic to receive my breast implants...

I like my breasts very much and I find them cute because they are so natural. But today, to feel even more like a woman, I need to have a beautiful chest with two beautiful breasts that will be well present in my dresses, sweaters and blouses.

I already know that their swinging when I will walking will make me feeling even more woman than I am today. I have already chosen the size of my two new companions. It will be a 36C cup. Not too big not too small. I'm already looking forward to going shopping for new bras.

I will also take the opportunity to change my look that I find too young girl for a more ladylike look. In short it will be the summer of all the changes.

I'll be away for a long time but I'm looking forward to meet you soon and present you my new self...

I love you all my followers...

Alena

Introduction :

When I was Alan a teenager boy i has always been attracted to girls and the world they live in... The grace of a body with a beautiful chest, the lightness of hair on the shoulders, the beauty of clothes, the magic of make-up , walking in sexy shoes and much more made that one day Alan became Alena...

Today I continues to live with the girls... I am a translesbian and proud of it...

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I am a sensitive girl who respects everyone's sexuality, but I do not wish to receive indescent proposals or perverse requests. I am a romantic girl.

Today I live between Europe and Asia.

In Switzerland, in Geneva, where Sylvia and I have a small coaching agency. In London where I like to go to relax and shop.

In Bangkok where I like to meet my friend Piyanee with whom we collaborate from time to time and then in Hong Kong where I do some modeling. In short, my life is very busy... But one day I will meet my soul mate and I will settle where love will lead me...

A lot of my money goes into my wardrobe, and then as I have a lot of nice clothes some photographers ask me to model and I like that. Today I have some contracts for wedding dress stores and I am a part time model.

MY FIRST TIME OUT "EN FEMM"

I was tidying up my documents when I found these pictures and suddenly I went back in time...

Looking at these few pictures my memories became very clear which made me smile... And yes it should be said that it was my first outing as a girl that Sylvia, my neighbor and best friend, had immortalized with her little camera. This outing had been prepared for a long time with the help of Sylvia, the only person who knew my secret of wanting to become a woman. And yes, until now I had never had the opportunity to talk with my mother about what I felt deep inside.

My mother worked as a nurse in the city hospital and she always wanted to give me the best education and she did everything she could to achieve this despite the fact that she was alone because my father had abandoned us when I was 5 years old.

After school I was often home alone until my mother came back from work.

I was not a boy like the other students in my class, I was not really interested in boy's games and it must be said that I had no friends and I was rather lonely. After school I would quickly go home and invent an imaginary world for myself. I don't know why I imagined myself as a princess from a magical kingdom. One afternoon I went into my mother's room and started opening her drawers and touching her lingerie. What a wonder and sweet sensation when my fingers felt the softness of those underwear so pretty to look at.

I immediately fell in love with the silk with lace and wondered why I could never wear it? And I think that's when it clicked with the desire to become a woman. I must have been 14 years old but I didn't have the courage to tell my mother about it even though I often wondered if she ever noticed that I regularly visited her dressing room.

The years passed. During this period I informed myself enormously on Internet about the transsexuality and I also took pleasure to look at the pretty transsexuals on the various sites that I found on Internet. I also read a lot about hormones and complete HRT treatments. But I still couldn't talk about it with my mom. In my eighteenth year, we had new neighbors and Sylvia, their 17 year old daughter, quickly made contact with me and we became friends. Even very good and close friends...

One afternoon while we were in my room revising our lessons, someone rang the doorbell and I went to open it.

It was a UPS man bringing a package for my mother. When I returned to my room, Sylvia had opened a window on my computer and found a blog about transgender teens that I regularly followed.

She immediately asked me why I was looking at this blog and as I felt comfortable with her and our friendship grew stronger, I thought it was the right time to let go of this heavy secret that was starting to bother me.

Sylvia asked me how long I had been experiencing this disorder and was immediately understanding. She also told me that my slender boyish physique could be a positive point to dress as a girl. She also invited me to go to her house some afternoons when our parents were at work, in order to try on her clothes, it must be said that we were almost the same size, and to initiate me to the technique of make-up. I loved these moments and Sylvia often told me that she was going to make me her best girlfriend,

She also asked me why I didn't tell my mother and if my mother suspected something because the more our dressing and make-up sessions evolved, she found that my behavior and gestures were becoming more effective.

I told her that before talking to my mother I would first like to know if my desire to become a woman was really what I wanted and for that I had the idea of wanting to confront real life and go out on the town as a girl...

Sylvia thought this was a great idea and offered her help right away. So we decided that it would be the next Saturday, because on Saturdays there are a lot of people in the shopping malls and I will quickly see if people look at me strangely or not.

2 days before I got my ears pierced and with the help of Sylvia (who is always good advice) I bought some makeup, a little Burberry style bag and some flat shoes with two golden buckles to accentuate the feminine style.

And the big day arrived! Sylvia lent me a set of bra and girdle panties quite elastic (ideal to hide my penis). She had kept the two self-adhesive silicone breast forms she used when her breasts started to grow and I was very happy to use them and it gave me a budding chest. She also lent me a cream polo shirt and jeans and a gold buckle belt.

Once dressed, Sylvia put on me a little makeup, painted my nails a dark red and to finalize my outfit she hooked gold earrings and slipped a pretty ring on my ring finger. Here I was ready for my big exercise... I just had to go out.

Before going out, Sylvia asked me to turn on myself and told me that I had a nice little chick ass…

Sylvia drove to the mall and with confidence I entered. I was afraid that everyone would look at me like a freak but I soon realized that I passed as a normal person and even as the girl I wanted to be! We walked into a French bookstore and while I was looking at those old books, Sylvia took few pictures of me and I felt so womanly and told myself that I was living a rand day, maybe the beginning of my new life. An old man, who must have been the owner, came to ask me: what are you looking for, Miss?

Then I felt so proud of the mademoiselle and my decision was made! Then we went to drink a tea where once again the boy asked us: Ladies what would you like to drink? After that we went back home and on the way back I promised myself that I was going to make my coming out to my mother and tell her that I had started my hormone therapy (HRT)...

My coming out to my Mother

The first time I wore a dress in secret from my mother, I immediately saw the girl I wanted and would try to be. Whenever my mother was away for a long time, I continued to go to her room and dress in underwear and clothes. I was always very excited but fear, shame and guilt made me stop quickly. I would clean up as best I could and hope that my mother would never find out about my cross-dressing compulsions. I was lucky that I wasn't discovered during those few years.

Or maybe my mother knew, I think she always knew. Because each time I put a skirt or a dress, I became transformed and a euphoric feeling invaded me. This feeling of calm, of exaltation, of fear, of guilt and of shame, all combined, made me wish to be a girl, a real girl. I was well aware that I was not behaving like a boy, but I was unable to hold back. So in addition to visiting my mother's dressing room, at about 15, with my pocket money, I started my own wardrobe with bras, panties, tights, two skirts, a few tops and makeup that I secretly stored in the back of my closet in garment bags.

At 18 I had the chance to meet Sylvia who was going to become my best friend, almost a sister... I could finally share my secret and from that moment on Sylvia always accompanied and coached me like a big sister accompanies her little sister in her adolescence and in becoming a young lady. So with my hair a little longer for a boy and my gestures and manners always more feminine, I think my mother knew what was going on but didn't want to put me in a bad situation and ask me for explanations.

In my delirious and unbridled desire to become a girl, a year before I met Sylvia, I bought hormones on the Internet, because without understanding exactly what path I was taking, I thought I would correct my teenage build, i.e. hips and breasts, smooth skin, etc. I didn't think they would act quickly, and by the time I was almost 18, my body had started to change much more than I thought possible! I had lost muscle mass, weight and had no hair, my skin was soft and smooth, my bust was an A cup and I had the tender beginnings of swelling hips! It was obvious that my ability to hide this wave of changes was quickly coming to an end; so at first I started wearing sweaters, jerseys and very baggy jeans, but that wouldn't work for every occasion. So after my first girls' out out with Sylvia, it was clear that I had no choice. I had to confide in the one person I was sure I had always known...my mother.

"Ah...mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"I have something to tell you... Don't be mad at me... please?"

"What is it?"

"I have breasts," I suddenly blurted out, "and hips... and smooth skin!"

"WHAT! How is that possible?! Boys don't have breasts! Let me see!"

In my room, I quickly undressed, and she saw the full extent of the changes. I actually had the modestly developed but very accurate figure of a girl of about 15. All I could do was stand there as she looked at me, mouth open as she began to touch this newly contoured body. Then...

Then she hugged me and cried and I cried too, because my moment of truth had finally arrived and I felt relieved. Then, taking back her tears, my mother told me that she had a feeling that something was happening with me and that now that she knew what it was, she was reassured and in a very soft tone she told me that if becoming a girl was the way to my happiness, she would not oppose it. On the contrary, she wanted to accompany me as best as she could during my transition and she would be very happy to see her new daughter grow up and become a woman.

She immediately asked me to see a specialist in order to know if my hormonal treatment was in conformity and what else I should do to enter my new world.

The same evening Sylvia came at home and the three of us celebrated this new beginning.

I am a very lucky girl to have an exceptional mother and this is what helped me to be the woman I am today. Thank you Mom.