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

Again some time passed by. I still visited the porn theater from time to time, but also had got to know some guys from there in the real world.

It began with a guy and me exchanging numbers. I told him only to write me late at night, because I did not want someone to glance at my phone and get an idea of what I did in my recreational time.

I was super nervous when I discovered a message from him in the morning on my cellphone.

He asked me if I would be in the theater that day and if yes, when.

I answered him and we really met that day. I sucked him off and we both left.

After about two month I had the numbers of three guys, wrote them messages and met them at the theater.

Four month later I had the number of five guys and started to visit them a home.

Around this time I first noticed, that I really liked sucking guys off. Until this point I still thought it was the humiliation from that, that made me like it. Because I still chickened out if someone tried to touch me somewhere else than my nipples. If someone tried to, I would stand up and leave immediately, because it destroyed the feeling, the situation and I was not even anymore horny after encounters like that.

While alone at home, I started to chat with different people. There were a lot of chatrooms with fetish /BDSM context and most of them were well-attended. My goal was not to meet someone from there, but to speak about what I had made in the last one / one and a half years.

I really found some people (men and women) to speak about it. I was still not 18 at that time and maybe some of my chat-partners had some marternal feelings about me, because I was still really unsecure about everything. Every single conversation helped me really much, because most of the people were aged 30+ and had some experience in life and especially in this fetish / BDSM context.

I could freely speak to them about everything, because this was the internet. I was anonymous, nobody knew me and even if, most of the people on this websites wanted to stay anonymous too. So I felt really safe to express everything related to my habit.

One of them mentioned I might be gay, but not really in the sense of beeing two males together.

He showed me some pictures of shemales and even some sissies. I found them ridiculous and even the thought I might like to dress as a girl, get treated like a girl,...was really funny at that time for me. He told him and he tried to explain to me, why he thought like this from me, but he could not get me with his arguments at this point. I was convinced, that I was still a male, that I was not gay (not even bi) and that I just liked cocks.

Finally I got comfortable with myself and the thought, that I liked to suck cocks. What happened next might shock you (maybe not, but I was shocked back then).

In the theater I still sucked guys of and if they wanted I gave them my number. There was one guy I had met some times in the theater, I sucked him off, but he did not want my number as I asked him the first time.

After some more "hook-ups" at the theater he asked me for my number. I was glad, that he wanted it, because I feared, that my skills in sucking his cock were not satisfying enough for him.

He wrote me messages during the days and even if I asked him to stop and only write me at night, he would not want to stop. He continued to ask me when I was the next time at the theater and if would like to see him again.

We met some times in the cinema, before he pushed me further.

I remember that day well. He was carrying a black backpack and after I had sucked him off, he gave it to me. Inside was: a small plug, a bottle of lube, a collar, a leash and some new nipple clamps (those with a chain between them).

I looked at him confused as I was and he smiled. He told me, that he would like me to wear these the next time we meet. I asked him if he was serious and he just nodded. He told me, that I should try the plug and that I should wear it at home if I was alone.

He bid me goodbye and left.

At home I hid the backpack and the toys in the basement of our house and hoped that nobody would find them.

I was lucky. Nobody found something of my toys, as long as I lived with my parents.

If I was alone at home I got the toys and started to use the plug and the new clamps. The plug was unfamiliar, but felt really good after some time. The clamps were just insanely good.

A few weeks after I got the backpack, I turned 18 and as I had already gotten my drivers license with a special program: "acompanied driving", which allowed 17 year olds to get a drivers license, but they needed to be acompanied by an incorporated adult until they turned 18.

On my birthday I got a car: a fire red Ford Escort. I really liked the car, because I was glad that I now would be able to drive around town without needing one of my parents by my side any more.

Some days later I got all my toys and hid them under the mat in the trunk. There was a small hollow. I placed the toys in a plastic bag and stuffed it in the hollow.

The backpack was placed in my trunk as well, but it was empty. It was only to contain the toys on my way from my car to the theater.

For the next year I continued to meet guys in the theater or in private and got used to the toys I owned. I even bought a second plug and some more clamps in that time.

I finished school shortly after I turned 19. Meanwhile I had written some job-applications and I got some discouraging denials, but one company wanted me to work for them. I have had a job interview with them and they offered me a job in a foreign city. I wanted move out with 19 and live be myself, but I did not want to move like 300km away from my parents, family and friends.

Nonetheless I accepted the job, because it was the only one I could get. I was really nervous when I moved there and hoped, that it would all be good. It would be.