Liberty meeting, chapter1

On a beautiful summer day, my phone rings.

It's Steve, the boss of a transvestite company who calls me.
- Hello Sandra, I have four new friends waiting for you at the club.

- Thanks for thinking of me, I'll be right there, I said, hanging up.

I am happy with his call because I always meet beautiful people at his place.

In these short-lived embraces, I can live out my most intimate fantasies with the sole motive to take and give pleasure.

All to my thoughts, I sit in front of my boudoir to put on my makeup and put on my false eyelashes before styling my hair with a blonde wig cut to the square.

Feverishly, I put on my lingerie in front of the mirror.

What a pleasure! This time devoted to the sole happiness of making yourself beautiful by becoming a woman.

I can not do without these moments of pleasure that I experience several times a week at home or during my travels to the hotel.

I staple my corset before filling my 105 / D shelves with generous silicone prostheses.

I slip adorable open panties over my hips that leave me ready to make love in any circumstance.

I never tire of contemplating this set of satin and lace that highlights my pussy, the line of my buttocks and my laser-shaved tail.

Then, I unroll my luxurious Matterhorn stockings on my legs, hanging my garters over my split panties.

I am appalled by all these women who do the opposite by wanting to avoid taking off their garters in the bathroom.
They thus lose all the elegance and erotic load of this glamorous accessory.

I take a few steps in my room, rubbing my thighs together to hear the crunch of my stockings.

The mirror reflects back to me the image of a credible and attractive girl that I acquired after my many years of feminization.

Then, I take out my female condom (femidom) from a drawer.
I remove the small ring inside to be able to use it in anal.
Lying on my bed, I push it into my cave, pressing the larger ring against my perineum.
This protection is magic because I can keep it all day.