’ ‘Why don’t we go and watch the pros,’ Fiona said brightly. ‘We might learn a thing or two.’ ‘The only thing I’ll get out of it is an...inferiority complex when I see how far they hit the ball.’ Fiona rolled toward me and took my hand. ‘You’ve got nothing to feel inferior about, trust me,’ she said, stroking my crotch lightly. You’re a big hit with me.’ ‘Thank you. That’s what counts.’ ‘Do you know what tomorrow is?’ she asked. ‘No … aside from Friday … I don’t.’ ‘It’s our anniversary. It will. Not.So you know right there that the story is headed for a kinky littletwist or two.I'm an out, transgender woman. Most tell me I started at hot, but thenabout a year or so ago, after allowing estrogen and spironolactone toreshape my body and my mind (yes, it did) I decided that I needed alittle more up top. And with the help of a talented surgeon, one morninglast year my 38Bs became 38Ds, in just a matter of two hours. It wouldhave been worth it without the painkillers, but with them, the two. A stirring in my loins reminded me of the petite bird I’d seen earlier. I finished supper and quickly opened a beer before hitting the sack.Two days passed like a flash. On the third day, I decided to go out and ventured into the kitchen to have some tea before going. The same silhouette as the other day was standing right in front of me.The small tapering back was dressed in a white blouse. The white cotton saree failed to hide her slim figure. I asked for some tea, and my angel turned around. But was that my mind? I mean, were those my fantasies? Or could it be just as simple as I was merely enjoying some dirty stories I had come across? I couldn't possibly want to experience those things! Just as important, did Jarrod actually want to see me being dominated, being used by a black man? I had never had any indication that he had fantasies like that.As I pulled into the parking lot at work my head was still spinning with questions.I was nervous about seeing Blake. But when I got to my.