Transaggresive: A Hermaphrodite in Revolt

By: Charlie Monroe

I am a genetic and hormonal gender bender.

I possess the fruits of male and female gifts.

I am an angry bitch and I am not in the mood to be fucked with!

I am the voluptuous amazonian goddess of sexuality, sensuality, beauty, intersexuality, and androgyny.

The Mother Goddess was kind enough to give me the gift of natural feminity.

With a pair of soft, sensual love apples, an angelic pale face, golden brown locks of hair, and well sculpted legs, I am ready to take on the world.

I am not of this world but a world that is long forgotten and nearly destroyed by the Patriarch.

I am hated by the Patriarch and his army of macho clones and happily opressed housewives.

Ha! They can all laugh and mock at me and my people.

They better watch out beacause once I regain my divine powers and form my army, they shall beg for mercy for oppressing my people and defying me.

Those who defy me and my grace, shall know the wrath of the Mother Goddess.

Secrets That Make a Broken Heart

By: Charlie Monroe

Men take a good look at me and say "Hey gorgeous, wanna go out sometime?" or "Wanna hook up cutie?"

They don't impress me. Do men really think that they can have they way with me just because they can sweet talk to me or they think that just because they admire my beauty, they think they can make Whoppi with me?

However, I must admit, I'm flattered and these urges can be too powerful to hold in. So I just give in to the temptation.

Once I make date plans with each man, he expects something from me. That is my body that he wants.

So, I offer him the sight of my soft pale ample breasts. I feel his hands caressing my bosoms, cold to the touch yet his hands get sweaty and heat up.

I see the lust in his eyes as he licks his lips. I hear the snarl under his breath, so I distract him with a kiss.

The kiss gets me hot and I disrobe my torso in front of him. He then kisses all over me, worshipping my hourglass curves and sucking my tit as if I were nurutioning him.

He pulls down my under garments and suddenly, his eyes widden.

He is in shock, he becomes confused, and I'm afraid he becomes disgusted.

He no longer see me but it.

I no longer exist to him but it seems to have taken over my identity in his mind.

He then runs, feeling "tricked" or "fooled"

He leaves me with a broken heart.