"The Best Advice I Could Give You About Me Is: Don't Let A Sweet Face Fool You,"
The name given to me at birth is Clarence Noxx, but now days I go by Clarissa.
I was born a male, but someday I hope to be a female.
I have blown out twenty-two birthday candles.
I am a mistake. I have the soul of siren with the body of a human.
My eye color is brown.
I stand five feet and eight inches.
My body build is average.
My hair is long and died red.
In a nutshell my personality to rather dull. I am introverted, but I have pretty good social skills (surprisingly). I am what some people call mean but that all depends on who you're talking to. People say I'm mean because I'm blunt and I speak the [color=red]truth which a lot of people just can't seem to handle. I don't usually like to speak unless needed. I live in a rather brisk manner and am sometimes eccentric. I'm naturally very lazy, but I try not to indulge in my sluggish ways often. I am most definitely a neat freak. I have no tolerance for stupidity or foolish people. And I am a woman of principle. I stand by what I believe in, nothing will ever deter me from that. And routines bore me to death and back.
Here a history lesson for the day. The subject is me. My life in Cork County, Ireland was boring up until age 15 when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. The chemo was hard on everyone and it forced me to get a job so I could help pay. It took a few weeks, because I was so young, and we were at the point where we thought we wouldn't be able to afford it when I met one of the nurses at the hospital. She kind and she sympathized with our situation, so she helped me get a job at her parents store, which helped pay for chemo a great deal. She and I became close friends after that (I felt almost indebted to her), and my mom started to get better, but around that time I started to notice something odd with myself. Though I just couldn't put my finger on it.
It wasn't until I caught my beautiful lady friend in her real form that I realized what was wrong. She was a man. Being a boy myself at the time the idea of a man in womens' clothing disgusted me. It sickened me to the point where I broke our friendship off for about 7 weeks. as confused and rather ashamed at my reaction. And yet there was a sort of morbid curiosity inside of me. At some point -I don't remember if I contacted her, or if she contacted me- we started talking again. And I started becoming interested in the transformation from man to women. I would sit there and watch, him make himself a her with awe in my eyes. Finally around my 16th birthday he showed me how to make myself a female. Shortly after I started going out like that in public until my father found out. He was so angry and disappointed and then my mother died so he blamed it on me. How he figured that my cross-dressing could kill her with cancer I never figured out, but either way I was kicked out. and sent to live with my aunt Urissa far away from Ireland. Life's been damn sure interesting since than, but I think that lesson is for another day.
I don't have any slaves at the moment.
Seke
A bit more about me. My breast are apart of a flesh toned body suit. The suit's cut off points are the top of my thigh and my shoulders, it's a tank at the top. I use a special type of concealer makeup to blend the suit into my flesh.
I am Pansexual.
Images of Me:
Realistic Anime
Drawing
Cartoon
Real
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I was born a male, but someday I hope to be a female.
I have blown out twenty-two birthday candles.
I am a mistake. I have the soul of siren with the body of a human.
My eye color is brown.
I stand five feet and eight inches.
My body build is average.
My hair is long and died red.
In a nutshell my personality to rather dull. I am introverted, but I have pretty good social skills (surprisingly). I am what some people call mean but that all depends on who you're talking to. People say I'm mean because I'm blunt and I speak the [color=red]truth which a lot of people just can't seem to handle. I don't usually like to speak unless needed. I live in a rather brisk manner and am sometimes eccentric. I'm naturally very lazy, but I try not to indulge in my sluggish ways often. I am most definitely a neat freak. I have no tolerance for stupidity or foolish people. And I am a woman of principle. I stand by what I believe in, nothing will ever deter me from that. And routines bore me to death and back.
Here a history lesson for the day. The subject is me. My life in Cork County, Ireland was boring up until age 15 when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. The chemo was hard on everyone and it forced me to get a job so I could help pay. It took a few weeks, because I was so young, and we were at the point where we thought we wouldn't be able to afford it when I met one of the nurses at the hospital. She kind and she sympathized with our situation, so she helped me get a job at her parents store, which helped pay for chemo a great deal. She and I became close friends after that (I felt almost indebted to her), and my mom started to get better, but around that time I started to notice something odd with myself. Though I just couldn't put my finger on it.
It wasn't until I caught my beautiful lady friend in her real form that I realized what was wrong. She was a man. Being a boy myself at the time the idea of a man in womens' clothing disgusted me. It sickened me to the point where I broke our friendship off for about 7 weeks. as confused and rather ashamed at my reaction. And yet there was a sort of morbid curiosity inside of me. At some point -I don't remember if I contacted her, or if she contacted me- we started talking again. And I started becoming interested in the transformation from man to women. I would sit there and watch, him make himself a her with awe in my eyes. Finally around my 16th birthday he showed me how to make myself a female. Shortly after I started going out like that in public until my father found out. He was so angry and disappointed and then my mother died so he blamed it on me. How he figured that my cross-dressing could kill her with cancer I never figured out, but either way I was kicked out. and sent to live with my aunt Urissa far away from Ireland. Life's been damn sure interesting since than, but I think that lesson is for another day.
I don't have any slaves at the moment.
Seke
A bit more about me. My breast are apart of a flesh toned body suit. The suit's cut off points are the top of my thigh and my shoulders, it's a tank at the top. I use a special type of concealer makeup to blend the suit into my flesh.
I am Pansexual.
Images of Me:
Realistic Anime
Drawing
Cartoon
Real
RealReal
