I thought I didn’t want a woman. She proved me wrong. And my boyfriend is fine with it. [part I of III-m/f]

Evening, r/gonewildstories, and allow me to introduce myself, as this is my first post. My name is Echo, and I have been a long time lurker of this subreddit. Now, it's my turn to share tales of my… adventures.

I am a 22 year old woman, and for those who are hungry for details, my physical description is as follows: I am 5'2", barely over the 100 pound mark. My frame is quite petite, but I was fortunate enough to be blessed with a "nicely shaped" hourglass figure, or so I've been told. A few years of waist training will do that, I suppose. I do love my corsets. I have pale skin with a fair complexion, and chin-length hair dyed crimson. My hazel eyes and pouty lips are my most prominent features. I love to paint my face in dark make-up. Though, I'm sure you would rather I go on with the juicy bits, mm? My bust is a 34C, not too big but not too small. Perfect for my structure, in my opinion. I've been told I have a nice ass by several people, lovers and strangers alike. I can't disagree, really. Even I am guilty of whispering "Damn~" when modeling a new pair of sexy panties in the mirror.