The fourth part of my adventure in becoming a TV / Sissy

Some days before I had to move to my new hometown I was getting really nervous. I had a long talk with my parents and they assured, that it would all be well. I was afraid I would not get along with a life on my own at that moment, because, before I never needed to handle things alone.

On the other hand I was nervous about the possibilities in playing with my toys and developing more of my sexual "culture" (I did not know how to adress to my preferences).

About four weeks before my departure I had found a small flat in my new hometown and at the weekends I drove there with my parents, because they helped me to renovate and furnish it. My flat had three rooms, bathroom and kitchen not included. It was about 65m² and had the perfect size for me. I had chosen the three rooms to be bedroom, living room and home office.

Finally the day came and I had no time left to think of what could get wrong or could become awesome. I just needed to leave and start my new life.

As I arrived in my new home I was kind of lost and felt some kind of homesickness, but after a few days it was gone. I started my apprenticeship and soon made some new friends. Most of them were colleagues, but one of them was a neighbor. I got along with them very well and some of them showed me the city.

In the evenings at home I played with my toys and searched the web for sexshops/porn theaters. I found some and planned a visit to each of them. All in all there were four sexshops and two of them had a theater connected to them.

I visited the first on the following saturday evening and was disappointed. The theater was kind of the same as in my hometown, but it was dirty and very run-down. Also the visitors were not what I was looking for. Two old guys (around 55-60 I guess) were sitting in the rooms and were watching the porn.

The next weekend I visited the other shop with the theater. It was better. There were two big rooms with rows of seats like in a cinema and a big screen. Further there were three small rooms with each a sofa and a big flat-screen TV in it. In the three rooms the visitors were able to choose from four different porn to watch. Unfortunately there was not a single visitor besides me and so it was still disappointing for me.

At home I started to look for other options to hook up with guys to suck them off and I found some dating sites for gay-people. I registered and created my profile. I wrote that I was searching for guys I could jerk- and suck off.

Some minutes later I was chatting to some guys and told them about my disappointing experiences with the theaters and my wish to jerk and suck. One of them wanted me to meet him in one of the theaters (the second one I visited) on wednesday of the next week. I agreed and waited eagerly for wednesday to come.

On wednesday I got home from work, ate something and showered. At 6 p.m. I arrived at the theater and looked out for the guy. He was sitting in one of the big rooms and was watching a porn in which a big titted blonde in sexy lingerie was sucking a guy off. I looked at the screen and sat down beneath the guy. He asked me if I like the porn and if I am willing to suck him now. I was willing to and so I slipped from the seat, knelt down before him and sucked him off. After about ten minutes he told me to stop, jerked himself and came all over my face.

After he was done he smiled and told me, that he would like to do this more often. He handed me a paper towel and left, while I was cleaning myself.

I was glad, that I finally had found someone to suck off.

We chatted for some days and arranged a new meeting in the theater. This became a habit for about two month. While chatting I told him about me liking BDSM-porn and how the women there were treated. He asked me if I would like to become a woman like this. I was not really prepared for some kind of question like this and for that reason I did not know what to say. Honestly, I was kind of repelled of this thought, because I could not imagine what it would be like. At this time I was still thinking of me as a straight guy, with just a liking of cock.

I started to chat with other guys, most of them stated that they were dominant and were searching for a sub to dominate. I met two guys at their home and both times I abandoned our meeting when it really started. I was not enjoying it in this form and could not figure out why.

I chatted with some more guys and one finally sent me some pictures of some "sissies / traps". He told me that he was into this. Unfortunately I could not see myself in this at this time. I found it funny, because the "gurls" on the pics wore lingerie and I thought it was silly, that I should wear something like that too.

Some days later I told the guy I used to meet in the theater about that and he told me, that it could be hot. Just because of the humiliating side of it. I thought about it, but even then I was not able to see it.

As we met again I sucked him off, after that he gave me 50€ and told me to buy something from the sexshop. He said, that it did not matter what I was buying and so I went through the shelves of the shop and thought about some new clamps or a new plug, but I ended up in front of the rack with the lingerie in it. I bought a set with bra, string and stockings for about 30€.

At home I tried them on and was positively surprised. I wore the clothes the whole evening and even slept in them. The felt really nice and I felt really naughty and horny wearing them.

The next day I chatted with the guy I used to meet again and he asked me how the clothes felt.

I was baffled, because I never thought that he might watching me buying these. He told me, that I owe him 20€ if I don't buy something else by the next time we meet.

That was the first time I bought something girly and it really felt good. Soon more would follow, but I did not know that yet.