I straighten my silk top and my denim skirt. I must admit, I look good today.I am Samantha, and I am a twenty-five-year-old male to female trans girl.... I am fluid but mainly between bisexual and pansexual. I have taken hormones in the past, but have stopped, and haven’t had any surgeries as of yet. This is information that I usually don’t share, but it is essential for the story’s context.I am here to meet a woman whom I had only talked to online. We met when she commented on one of my LUSH. Smearing a large blob all over his erection, she started to furiously masturbate him while still fingering her pussy. Sally and Jess took two small horse whips out of the suitcase, stood either side of Kim and whipped his tight, sensitive balls hard, in rhythm with each of Liz’s strokes.“Careful, girls,” laughed Jess, “you’ll have him cumming soon. And we don’t want that, do we?” she added wickedly.“I wonder,” thought Sally. “You remember what happened when the anal balls were pulled out of his. Finally the train arrived and crowd on the platform started getting in trying to find seats. I moved slowly as I hate a crowd so I was one of the last to get onto the train and of course found the train packed tight with people. Somehow I was able to find a spot where I was able to stand although I had no room to move around owing to the number of people standing around me like sardines in a can. The train started to move and those standing moved with it. I suddenly felt someone leaning up. All this was going on when Ila and Ovya Kaki (aunty) approached the door. They were my Uncles’ wives and I have basically known them since I was a little child. We share a very jovial and joking connection. “Yeh kya ho raha hai yahan par shor?”, Ila kaki asked when Supriya explained how I have been given an oil bath. I walked over to them covered with oil to touch their feet.Ila and Ovya kaki laughed and Ila kaki said, “Aakhri baar jab itna nangu pangu dekha tha tab toh tu college ki chuttiyon.