the orgiastic fever of a trans-milf

Simulating a woman, or the orgiastic fever of a trans-milf

It's been two months since I moved to the megapolis, where I've discovered several places where the third gender goes. One of my first explorations was a huge lingerie shop in a MALL; I wanted to buy some sexy stuff without being noticed but this big smoker's broken voice interrupted me: -Have you lost your way, my boy? -No Maame, I want to buy some gift to my wife, I replied; but I sensed that my usual lie hadn't convinced this voluptuous lady. In less than a second I'd sweated my arse off... -Don't worry, she continued, “a customer is a customer, but if you want more, visit 'the shop' in the side corridor”... then she disappeared, no doubt, so as not to embarrass me any further. I was here for lingerie but ‘the shop’ aroused my lust sensors.

I quickly finished my conventional! purchases LOL (self-fixing stockings, cupless bra, thong and lace bustier) and quickly ran to ‘Sensual World’, as the name suggests. As I opened the glass door shaded with a crunchy apple design, I spotted the fake blonde tidying up... And it was when I saw what she had in her hand that I realized it was the animal instinct of the orgiast that I am that had directed me here.
The fake blonde was holding a pair of silicone panties with a contoured lip slit down the front. Splendid... I snatched it out of her hand and also discovered a orifice imitating an anus. In ecstasy I hissed through my teeth: -I want a 3XL... She handed me another one, wider and even better, with two double lips on either side of the artificial pussy. And for the anal orifice there was even the effect of shrunken sphincter muscles. My boï-cunt began to titillate and my nipples were erected... I felt like I was on drugs; my head was spinning, my ears were ringing... I had to get home straight away and try out my new organ, MY NEW PUSSY. I paid and went out...

I was in such a hurry to transform myself, I nearly knocked over the lingerie saleswoman who was walking towards the emergency exit with a cigarette and a coffee:
-So?... she asked, her eyes on my packets...
-I've found the top.
She stopped me and handed me a card: ‘Call me tonight, you won't be disappointed...’. She walked away as if nothing had happened...