Kate tied the blindfold round his head, and ran her hands down his shoulders. The moonlight was gone for him now, and he focussed on what he could fee... and smell. Her scent was intoxicating- the smell of freshherbs and a warm musky smell rising from her body that set his a****l instincts on edge. She unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his smooth muscular chest. She caressed him and leaned in for a further kiss. Her soft lips felt full and alive, her tongue dancing with his. She reached his belt. The more I try not to think about it, the more it comes back. The more I feel it. I am transgender. I want to be a woman. I need to be a woman.Ever since high school, when I marvelled at lingerie models in the newspaper, pretending to pose like them, feeling jealous of the skirts and tights the girls in my class were wearing, dreaming of being a lesbian submissive, I have struggled to shake it off.I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them away. I have bought them again.. Afterwards, I got up from my table and did a weaving dance out to thedoor. Outside the club, I walked towards my little red Honda Iencountered a trio of cutties waltzing towards me. They were supportingthe middle guy; I asked if they needed help thinking they might need someurgent care. I was told by the raven haired one on my left, it was the middle blonde'sbirthday. Feeling rather mischievous, I told them to hold onto theblondie, then bend down and kissed the birthday boy till his. I said to apni bra and panty utar do. Wo shararti shabdon me boli ki jise kerni hai wo khud utarle. Tab maine uski bra and panty bhi utar di. Her breasr were tight. Uski choot bhi gori thi and ekdum clean thi. Maine uske boobs pe massage kerni shuru ki and uko daba bh raha tha and wo unh uuuuhhhh ker rahi thi. Than maine uski choot pe haath rakha to wo kaanp gai. Maine puchha kya hua than she said ‘ kai saalon ke baad meri choot pe kisi aadmi ne haath rakha hai”. Main usli clit ko ungli se daba.