Welcome To My Desires, Dahling!!

I have had a few things to do today and it has seemed to impede my thought process. So, I have taken a page from Starrlight's post and have delved into my archives for today's post. This post first appeared on January 4, 2007. Some of you were not part of the Bagwine Family back then, so maybe it will give you a better insight into the Matt-Man. Enjoy!!



I have always wondered what it would be like to be woman…to experience the soft sexiness of wearing a short slit skirt, bathing my pouty lips in a puddle of creamy pink lipstick, and perhaps to sport a hot looking Bagwine thong. Ahhhhh, alas, I am unable to feel such sensations. I will never know what it’s like to have a door opened for me or to have a policeman not issue me a speeding ticket because I gave him a shot of my thigh.


I think it would be great to have people buy me drinks at the bar because I was pretty, and that they think they might be able to get into my pants. I would love such admiration and respect. Hell, I might even get a free meal out of it if my heels are high and my fishnet stockings straight.


Yes indeed, there are such advantages to being a woman. I could lie around the house all day and play with my smooth, perky breasts while my German Shepard nuzzles up to me and my Chamomile tea warms on the stove. When I waltz into the shower, my detachable shower head is no longer just a hygiene device but a trusted friend as well. I am having quite the hot flash as I type this…Oh Calgon, take me away, this caterpillar wants to be a butterfly!!


I would want a sexy name. Being of Irish heritage I could opt for something like Shannon or Sinead. Or should I go all the way and pick something racy such as Honey Walls? Maybe I should just hang on to a part of me that was, and call myself Matt-Tilda. Yeah, I like that. Matt-Tilda it is.


The thought of this transformation is so exciting. Oh sure, I know that being a woman has its draw backs. I realize that once a month my basement would flood and I would be irritable. I understand that mechanics would try to fix something on my car that doesn’t need fixed, and sure, I would put family and friends into uncomfortable positions when I ask them, “Does this make me look fat?” But hey, the positives far outweigh the negatives.


I mean if I were a woman I could go to the bathroom with women. I could take a steam with naked women. I could change clothes, get a massage, and have pillow fights with naked women. Is that freakin’ fantastic or what? Good Golly Miss Molly, slap me on the ass and call me yours. What?.. What?...okay let me explain something.


Just because I want to be a woman doesn’t mean I want to have sex with men. Dear God far from it. I would never have sex with a man, even as woman. Men are pigs…I ought to know. I am one, and I know the last person on the earth that I would ever want to have sex with is ME!! No no my friends, even after the change it will still be all about the ladies and fulfilling my lifelong wish of becoming a lesbian porn star.


Maybe I have said too much, but I couldn’t keep the truth from all of you or the woman inside of me trapped any longer. This catharsis has lifted a great weight from my chest which will soon be replaced with a great rack. Thank you for your understanding…Now, is there any hot babe who wants to go waltzin’ with Matt-Tilda?


Cheers and I promise to have something fresh tomorrow...