I used to think having a pussy instead of a dick would be simpler visually. On the outside, it’s just a gash, a little slit that hides the opening my vagina but it’s more than that.
Sure, things are more neat down there with no more male bulge showing whether I’m in my panties or I’m naked. Looking from the outside it’s apparent that you no longer have your male genitals but there is more to it than the little slit that you can see. My pleasure centers are now neatly hidden behind the folds of super sensitive soft skin. The contrast is mind-blowing.
When I had my male equipment, my dick would get rock hard when I’m aroused but arousal in my female body doesn’t have a means to sport a very graphic image. Blood flows more into my clitoris and my vagina would start self lubricating to prepare for sex. None of it is as visible as before but the sensations are amplified tenfold.
In my former life, my dick would get erect and my balls would be filling with semen to fertilize another woman but I simply do not have them anymore. My male mind sometimes want to penetrate into another vagina but since I can’t physically do the feat any longer, I’m slowly getting adjusted to having female genitals and being on the receiving end.
