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I hate being called a cross-dresser. Iím not a cross-dresser. A cross-dresser is a hetero-sexual man who looks like a man and wears womenís clothes. Iím not a transvestite either. A transvestite is a homosexual man who wears women clothes and looks like a woman or at least tries hard to look like a woman. What I am is a pre-op transsexual. I was born as a female trapped in a maleís body. I have always known I was female even though I had a penis. I started to dress and live like a female as soon as I left school and began to see a doctor with a view to gender reassignment. I have undergone the lifestyle test which is living as a member of the opposite sex and Iím now waiting for the operation to make me a complete woman. I have breasts which I bought myself. The operation for my breast augmentation was done in Poland and despite the horror stories of botched operations they are a perfectly shaped 34C. I am taking hormones and my voice is higher, and my figure is curvier. I have my hair and nails done every week and I look like a woman. So much so in fact, that Iím always being chatted up when Iím out on the town. I have had boyfriends but not one who would last the distance. Itís their hang-ups and not my problem when they decide eventually that they canít stick it out with a woman who used to be a man. Whoever gets me is going to be so lucky.

I use my penis while I have it for sexual gratification. I can still get erect and still cum. Women donít turn me on so I have to go for bi-sexual men because gay guys would see me as a woman. And at the moment I donít have a pussy so itís either oral sex, masturbation all round or anal although Iím not overly keen on it.

I joined Sensual Swingers for two reasons. Firstly itís the biggest UK site so it stands to reason that I would have more choice. Secondly I want sexual contact. Where better to get it than a swingerís site?

The amount and type of people were perfect for me; uninhibited and open minded. I searched through profiles of men looking for CD/TV/TS and tried to narrow it down. Those who were bi-sexual as opposed to bi-curious. I wasnít there for someone to try to see if they were bi-sexual or not, I didnít want to be teacher, I wanted a man who knew what he wanted. I narrowed the search further to my part of the country then my county. I had a decent list of probables and possibles and so now to compose an email to them all.

Within two days I had over three dozen replies. Again I sorted through them. Those with a picture were top of the list; those who sent more than a one-line reply came top of that group and then those that had the X factor came top of that. That left me with three. I replied to them all and the best reply back to me was the first person I would meet. It turned out to be a married man so he fell by the wayside and second place got the prize.

It was someone a lot of people from the site know quite well. And what a gentleman. He took me for a drink which scored very high points because I wanted to know that whoever it was wasnít going to be embarrassed or nervous that people may see me as a transsexual. Not that many could. I have spent thousands of pounds and spent years looking like a woman.

I declined his offer of going to another bar because for me this wasnít a social meet.

I met him with every intention of having sex with him and thatís what I wanted right now.

We went to a hotel he had booked earlier and once inside the room I laid down my needs. I wanted him to treat me like a woman. Kiss me, stroke me and fuck me. If he wanted to stroke or suck my cock that was fine but when it came to the main event I was the bottom and he was the top. Not negotiable. He was fantastic and better than I expected. He wanked me but didnít suck which was a relief. I needed him to act as hetero sexual as possible under the circumstances. He took me in so many positions from cowgirl to doggy to spoons to missionary. Up against the wall, on the floor, on the bed, on a chair, over the sofaÖ.every which way he could. As he screwed my tight arse I wanked myself silly. The best bit was as he sat on a chair and I sat astride him and lowered myself onto his tool. He sucked and bit my nipples and sent shock waves through me. I pushed hard against him so my own cock rubbed between us and thatís when I came, shooting hot cum over both our bellies and squeezing every last drop out. As my arse tightened he hit my prostrate and I almost blacked out in ecstasy. He filled me as he couldnít hold back any longer.

The next fuck was just as good but to finish him off we got into 69 with me swallowing his load and him tonguing the soft sensitive skin under my balls and rimming me. As we lay in bed sharing a cigarette I told him that when I had had my operation I wanted him to be the first to make love to me as a woman. We have been seeing each other once a week and even gone to social events together. It may lead to more which would be great but for the time being itís good as it is.

Antonia (Leicester)

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