The Pass

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Shemale, Fiction, Polygamy/Polyamory, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: The story of a pre-op transgender woman in the mood for a good fuck. It turned out to be a great fuck.

Getting Ready

Hair Removal

I stood in the kitchen mixing the sugar, lemon juice, and water in a sauce pan. The cotton strips and the wooden craft stick which I would use to apply the concoction were sitting beside the stove. After looking at and trying many recipes over the past few years, I finally found one that seemed to work well for me. I turned the heat on low and put the candy thermometer into the mixture. I continued to stir gently until the temperature was 250 degrees Fahrenheit. Then I turned off the stove and moved the pan to a cool burner and let the mixture slow cool, and then every minute, I put my hand over the pan and determined that it was too hot to touch yet.

Eventually, the mixture was cool enough – it would not burn me. I scooped up some of the gooey mess with the craft stick and spread it over my legs, working the paste to the base of the hairs on my leg, spreading against the natural flow of the hair. Then after covering my legs with the cotton strips, I started to spread the mixture over my abdomen, followed by covering with the strips. After working on another part of my body for a few minutes, I ripped the cotton strips from my legs. With this technique, I made my skin as smooth as can be. Over the past few years of doing this, I found that each time was a little easier than the previous. The hairs being pulled seemed softer and fewer than before.

I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Hair removal was my least favorite part of the process, but I liked the finished result, especially when I looked in the mirror. My legs looked smooth and feminine – in a word, "perfect".

Then the phone rang. I went to go answer it, picked up the receiver, and said, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end responded, "Hi, may I speak to your husband?"

"I'm sorry he's not here, right now. Would you like me to take a message?"

"No thank you. I will try him at work on Monday. Have a nice day."

I hung up the phone glad not to have to deal with a salesman or whoever it was. Considering I live alone, he had no clue as to who I was. However, it was natural for him to think that he was talking to a woman; I had been talking in my falsetto for so long – after training it for a few months – it had become my natural voice.

Internal Cleansing

I returned to the bathroom for the cleaning phase. I opened up the cabinet under the sink and pulled out the enema bag. I filled it with a warm, purified water (for softening) and lemon juice (for cleaning) and then knelt on the floor and bent over. I reached behind myself, found my back hole, inserted the tube and released the fluid from the bag in my rectum. I stayed bent over until I could not take it anymore. I got up quickly and evacuated myself. I repeated this process a second time.

I then walked over to the shower and turned the water to my ideal temperature. I flipped the switch to turn the bathroom fan on, and then stepped into the shower, cleaning myself all over. I made sure I got every curve, crease, fold, and hidden part. I shampooed all two feet of my hair, making sure I used the right conditioner and shampoo, which had a very non-shampoo scent. After rinsing, I ran my fingers over my body feeling for anything that needed attention. On this day, there was nothing.

I turned the water off and stepped out on to the floor mat. I grabbed the plush towel nearby and dried myself off, mostly. While my hair was still wet, I brushed it, making sure there were no kinks in it. I then walked around the house naked doing little things, letting my body finish drying in the air. Since under my cock was usually the last place to get dry, I would every minute or so, check under there and see if it were still wet.

Eyebrows

When I was dry, I returned to the bathroom and sat down on a chair on front of my well lit mirror. I looked at my face closely, looking for blemishes or things unseemly. My eyebrows needed a little better definition, so I plucked a few hairs. Not too many; I did not want to upset the color of my skin near my brows, pluck just enough to make later stages look better.

Nails

I then looked at my nails. My daily regimen was paying off, since they looked healthy. I had already removed the polish I wore yesterday. I started my process again: I first pulled out my nail brush and a mild soap and cleaned them – the outside, around the cuticle, and under them. I then rinsed them and dried them thoroughly. I looked over my selection of hand creams, found the one I wanted, and put a dab on my hands. I rubbed the cream in. I inhaled and could not smell the cream – just the way I like it. I could never figure out why so many products come with perfumes added. I like the subtle scents, but these manufacturers really go overboard. It had taken me a while to find a good cream without a scent, but once I did, I made sure I bought plenty of it.

Once the hand cream had soaked in, I used a nail file until all my nails were the same length. I made sure to file only on one direction to avoid extra scratches which could lead to a broken nail. Not so long that my fingers loss functionality – I could also never understand these women who have to use a pencil to type or bend their fingers in such awkward positions because their nails are too long – but long enough to leave scratch marks, if appropriate. After my first round of filing, I held my hand up, looking at my nails and the back of my hand. I saw a nail slightly off, so I worked on it again. Just a little, since I did not want it suddenly to be shorter than the others. After a few attempts, I had it how I liked it. I then got my other hand in shape. Fortunately, I had been doing this long enough, that I was decent using either hand. After some trial and error, I finally had my fingernails even and neat. I then rinsed the nail dust off.

I then thought about what I would wear later and the color scheme. From there, I decided on the right color for me. I painted a base coat over my nails and on the top edge of the nail. I let it dry. Then I painted the perfect color, including the edge. And once it dried, on top of that, I painted a clear coat to keep them shiny.

Lotion

Once my nails were dry, I went back to the bathroom, sat on my chair in front of the mirror. I picked out my favorite moisturizer, put a dab on my finger and gently worked the smooth, cool lotion into my skin all over my face. I made sure I applied it all over – loved the way it felt as I worked into my skin.

Concealer

Then I picked up the concealer, very close to my skin color, and applied some under my eyes and a few other spots which would probably not be noticed, but might be. Better safe, than sorry.

Foundation

Next came the foundation stick. I drew a few thick lines on my cheekbones, down the side of my nose and over my eye brows. I smudged the lines, with my finger tips, blending the color so it would appear more natural. The smoothing process eased as I neared the end. I made sure I was watching my work in the mirror. After I thought I was done, I looked, saw a few spots needed a little more attention, and attended to them. Eventually, I was satisfied with my results.

Blush

Now came the blush – a subtle color. I applied some to my cheeks and then used my fingers to blend the color towards my temples.

Eyes

I pulled out my brown eye liner pencil and rimmed my upper lash line. Using a shadow brush, I smudged it upward. I pulled out some mascara and thickened my lashes. My eyebrows were perfect, so no additional attention needed.

I applied a shimmery white eye base over the primed area. On top of the base, I brushed on a bronze eye shadow. I continued to use the brush until it smoothed out.

Lips

Finally, for my last step in make-up, I applied lip primer to my lips and then picked out a shade of lipstick which matched the rest of my outfit and make-up and which I thought was very kissable. Once on, I applied some gloss over top.

Cock

My final step before putting on my dress was to tuck my cock. I pulled out the sports tape (which I have found secures me but does pull off skin when removing) and went to work. Within a few minutes, my penis was out of the way. I put on the white cotton lace panties and a bra which I had picked out earlier.

I looked in the mirror at the whole look. The bra really accentuated my burgeoning breasts, adding a little more curve to my naturally feminine form. (It's nice not to have to wear a girdle anymore.) I rarely look as beautiful as I did at that moment. I stuck my lower lip out in a pouty look, followed by some more posing. I felt very kissable and fuckable. After hamming it up, I walked into the closet to find the perfect dress to wear. I found a cute "moss" colored jersey midi dress which nicely complimented my figure. I decided against stockings and chose brown ankle length boots

I put on the whole ensemble and looked into my full length mirror. Damn, I was cute.

the Pick-Up

When I was finished getting ready, I walked out of the house feeling feminine, sexy, and ready for a good fuck – or two. Long ago, I stopped worrying about what the neighbors thought, since it has been a few years since any of them have seen me dressed as anything except a woman. At this point, I suspected that they thought a woman lived here. I got in my car and headed to a local bar, known for a good place to hook-up.

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