I'm all woman (now) - my reply to Justin

Oh Justin, you sounded so desperate in your last email. It's such a shame my travel plans have been cancelled. I wonder if he will still love me when he reads that I was born a man?

Dearest Justin

I have just read your last email which came at a very opportune moment as I was just about to contact you myself. I have hit a slight problem with my plans to fly out and rescue you. I do hope you understand and aren't too cross or upset as it looks like I may not be able to  get to Abidjan after all.

You know that I love you Justin, yes? And that fact alone is THE most important thing to us both, above anything else. Please promise that you will still love me after I tell you this. I have a slight confession to make. Can you remember that I told you that I have no siblings or children? Well those facts are all completely true, as is the fact that I am an orphan. I am all alone in this world Justin. The thing I ommitted to tell you was the reason I have no children and will never be able to have any.

As a child growing up in Cleckheaton, I always knew I was different. My grandparents always encouraged me to be myself but am not sure even they knew what I truely was inside. I always felt like an alien inside my own body. I just didn't fit. I didn't want to play with the things I was supposed to or with the children I was expected to want to be like. Oh no! I didn't want to be climbing trees or playing at cowboys and indians. I wanted to play at being mummy, dressing in gorgeous, frilly frocks, dancing and prancing, being chased by the boys, having tea parties. Oh they joys of youth eh Justin?

Anyway, when I reached my teens the issues became greater. This was when I went off the rails and became the sexual monster that I told you about previously. I tried to  find myself  by having gratuitous sexual relations with anyone who would have me, male or female. I spent a great deal of time with a lovely lady called Dawn and her two friends Elmer and Bod who counselled me and explained what it was that I was experiencing. Suddenly it all fell into place. I knew who I was!!! I was a WOMAN trapped inside the body of a MAN! Yes Justin, I was born a man! There, I have said it!!

I went to see a doctor who confirmed that I was transgendered and arranged for me to see a specialist surgeon. After many months of therapy and hormone treatment I was told I had to live as a woman for 2 years. I did this successfully and at the age of 24, I underwent gender reassignment surgery to make me into the woman you know and love. You do still love me don't you Justin?

Now this leads me to the problem with me flying out to  rescue you. I arrived at Manchester Airport this morning for my flight to Abidjan along with Mr Duckworth and Mrs Mitchell. All was going swimmingly, we'd picked up our duty free ( I hope you like Old Spice and Hai Karate!), had our double sausage, egg and chesse muffins from Burger King and we proceeded to the check in desk. The lady on the desk, (Doreen I think her name was but it didn't really suit her. She looked more like a Susan or a Kerry to me and she had THE most awful kitten pink lipstick on, really not becoming of a lady of her age) Anyway, when it came to the passport check, Doreen looked at  me, looked at  my passport and shouted over to her superior "Wendy, we've a got a live one here love, come and have a look will you."  I knew instantly what was going to happen. You see Justin, my passport says that I am a man, but obviously, I have a female name a look just like a woman (because I am one now).

I was taken off into a small side room where another official was called in. I was told that because of the discrepancy in my passport gender, I would need a full physical examination. Oh Justin, it was so humiliating (if a little erotic and horny at the same time) as I was prodded and poked in every orifice. They smashed in my back door to see if I was carrying any drugs up my knockhole. Even the orgasm I had whilst being manhandled wasn't enough to make up for the degradation I felt. After a full hour of being examined by several gentlemen (and I use the term gentlemen very loosely), bent over desks, forced to my knees and slapped about a bit (ooooh matron!) I was told that I couldn't fly!! The reason was not anything to do with my passport, but because of the examination, I had now missed my flight! The bastards!!

So Justin, I am now on my way back home again. I shall need a long sleep after my ordeal  as I am exhausted.

Justin, I need to know, do you still love me? Can you  find it in your heart to love a woman who was once a man? Can you love me and my surgically enhanced lady garden? Could you ever love a lady boy who cannot bear you children?  Oh Justin, I need to know that  you are true to me and the fact that I was born a man is irrelevant. Justin, tell me that you still love me please!!!

I hope this message reaches you safely. Please don't worry about me as I am fine. A hot bath, a sleep and some quailty time with a mars bar will soon sort me out!

Please reply soon and tell me that you still love me Justin.

Your ever loving WOMAN Samantha xxxxxxxxxxxxx

PS My lady bits are in full working order but you can always use the back door should you prefer.