=point of no return=

Every sissy has one. Here is my personal point of no-return. I can tell you that once you find yourself mincing through a racetrack car show dressed like this it's truly all over. The roar of engines, the smell of beer & testosterone & burning fuel, big, grizzled, tattooed guys eyeballing you all over…my heart was racing faster than the hotrods. I felt like Little Bo Beep among the big bad wolves & I loved it! I was with a big, grizzled, tattooed guy already or I would have surely gone off with the first one who grabbed my wrist and dragged me off into the cab of his pick-up, into the woods, under the bleachers…wherever. I started hormone therapy shortly after this picture was taken. I knew that there was no way I could see myself pretending to be a boy ever again. Instead, from hereon out, I'd work at becoming the best possible transgirl/sissywife I could possibly be.