My first time anal, as a Trans

 

I was 20 years old, bisexual, and very interested in TV / TS.
I was also often in sex chats and always got to know new people.
I also got to know transvestites and crossdressers on this occasion
, but was always disappointed at how amateurish and unfeminine
they had presented themselves.
Since I was very slim myself and also had a certain curiosity about having SEX as a TV, I placed an ad saying that I was looking for a sugar daddy who could change the style for me for TV and had all the necessary laundry, wig, make-up, etc. available .
Of course, I wrote that my sugar daddy can also eat me afterwards, which I will come back to later.

As fate would have it, a nice, approx. 45 year old man from the Ruhr area contacted me and said that he had everything imaginable in terms of material for the conversion and would be happy to take the time for me.

Appointed, drove to him, chatted briefly and off we went.

First, he had to lay the foundations for me.
So he first shaved my ENTIRE body,
legs, chest hair, intimate hair, buttock hair, plucked eyebrows, everything except for the hair on my head.

I felt kind of naked and already very feminine, especially since I was really hairy, especially on my legs and buttocks!

Before he put my make-up on, he sent me into town so I could have a trip to the tanning salon to bring the complexion up to the next level.

That also had an effect, I looked like a tanned bitch!

Back at his home, I had to shower again, and he gave me a gel that I should stick up my bum to rinse off afterwards.
Some kind of douche, he said.
He was already starting to choose sexy lingerie for me.

I had a choice about the colors.
I decided on sexy black nylons, a black thong, a mega-short mini skirt and a hot, skin-tight corsage.
The black high heels in my size rounded off the whole package.

If you had taken a photo without a head, every straight cock would have become rock hard!

Now it was my face!
This nice man, let's call him "Peter", gave me a huge make-up box and told me that he doesn't know that very well.

That wasn't a problem, after all I knew roughly how to deal with that.
I began to paint myself a thin eyeshadow, then use mascara, pulled my eyebrows long with a Cayal pencil, made up my
cheekbones and the barely visible remnants of the beard shave.
Then I applied a bold red coat of lipstick.

When I said in the mirror, I was amazed by the result itself.
Except for my hair, I looked like a real hooker.

Actually, I was ONLY active during sex, so I was an anal virgin and at that moment I was wondering what was wrong with me.

The transformation made me passive and horny in a flash.
My passive attempts, which I had striven for up to now, were always unsuccessful.

I asked my sugar daddy for a wig.
As promised, he had everything there, and the wig didn't
fail either .
A black bob-style wig rounded off me as a cool TV.

My sugar daddy looked at me and I felt the bulge in his pants grow bigger.

I was able to bladder, but when I had already kicked myself up soooo and my sugar daddy had taken so much time for me, then I knew in that moment that there was no more escape.

My horniness dominated me in these moments, on the other hand the fear of defloration was huge, because I knew beforehand that it would be damn painful.