It starts with a name

John exited and left the door wide open, the cool evening air blowing against my bare skin. I could feel his cum beginning to harden in the places it was sticking. My eyes began to burn, I felt a lump in my throat, and I began to weep.

I was clearly being naive that the first suitor I met would be my daddy, I just thought he might at least enjoy the blowjob I gave him. Part of it was that I knew it would be harder to please a suitor enough to purchase me as well, and I was operating on somewhat limited time. While I was willing to give away my innocence to live the life of luxury, the idea of sucking dirty cocks in a glory hole and getting pumped full of cum by multiple strangers didn’t sound as appealing.

Once I collected myself a bit, I stood up to close the door, outside the was a man in running clothes standing mouth agape. I waved nervously and shut the door while he stood there, likely erect, wondering what the hell he just saw. I guess it’s not every day you see a sissy slut standing topless and covered in jizz crying on on her knees in her living room. ‘Her’ kinda had a nice ring to it once I gave it a little thought.

For the first time, I was beginning to think of myself as female. With the amount of accelerated hormones I had been taking it should have come at no surprise. Either way, I knew Matt would no longer suffice.

I could have gone the easy way and gone by ‘Mattie’ or ‘Maddie’ which to me would have been too close to my former name. After some thought, I rather unceremoniously decided on Mandy. Still close to my former name, but not so close that I would confuse the two. A quick change to my profile and a notification popped up congratulating me, stating that new identification would arrive the next day.

So there it was, I was forever Mandy. But what Mandy would turn into was yet to be decided.