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. Work your body hard, yes. Work it until it fails, yes, that will make it stronger. Given that you allow it to recuperate that is. But to be in pain while it's healing, that improves nothing; in fact it slows down the process. Even Nil isn't that stupid. Believe me, he begged for my ministrations almost every day there for a while. While I will admit he certainly has the ability to ignore pain when he needs to, he certainly doesn't embrace it when he doesn't. Do you think he's a weakling?" Uh,. I had never heard any female talk like that and as excited as it made me there was a moment's hesitation. Now I had heard of anal sex but never met a female that suggested it so I never gave it a second thought. The reflection in the mirror showed the face of a drop-dead sexy blonde in her black silk bra with her eyes closed and her cherry red lips parted. The ass presented to me was as perfect as I had ever seen.My hesitation lasted only a few seconds before I stepped forward with one hand on. I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine while stroking me again. After a minute he ran his hand just as gently down the side of my tittie and underneath to cup it. That felt almost as good as it had last night with Cindy. I gave her a quick frightened look, was she upset? No, she still looked only curious. The other girls looked on with expressions varying from amusement to vague boredom.I don't know when Mindy moved her hand, but the feather-light touch of his left hand on my other.