Graduating as a tran...

Katie Darling,

I read your profile with envy and admiration!

Admiration, because many of the things you say resonate with me - the sexual thrill of dressing, the delights of getting admiring glances as you walk the streets, and so on. That's just how it is with me!

Envy, because you are so far ahead of me in this game. I have only been dressing for about a year, and the only really daring thing I have done is to work the sex cinemas of Paris as a prostitute.

Will I in time become a slut as dirty and filthy as you are ? At first, I was horrified at this thought. But then a feeling of wild and savage excitement came over me, and I started to long for this to happen, and then to think of ways of speeding the process up ! You really are an inspiration.

Here's a picture of me. What do you think?

Wet kisses,
Stephanie Williams

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Hi Stephanie,

I blame my first wife, Lois, or 'Lois of the low' as I came to affectionately term her on later reflection. After a torrid affair - I was engaged back home - she upped sticks and turned up in England. She brought with her a wardrobe that would make any tranny slaver like a rabid bulldog. She was a size 12 (perfect), loved to wear boots of size 6/7 (perfect) and, as a lifeguard with unfashionably short hair, she had an array of beautiful wigs (no superlative necessary).

It was not long before Katie re-emerged during her frequent trips back Stateside and late night walks soon turned into walks around the red light streets of Plymouth, culminating in Katie getting kerb-crawled in her regulation black pvc mini-mac, platform boots and cascading hair. To this day, that was my most heart-stopping moment ever. The journey to town in the crowded upstairs of a bus was an adrenalin rush in itself, but sucking a guy off in his car without him realising that Katie was a cardboard cut-out was utterly indescribable and so very, very dangerously daft. What put the icing on the cake was the fact that this (middle aged) guy was seriously into girls in pvc macs - in fact he very nearly re-arranged my tits in the first two minutes. My pleadings that they were sore from my period saved me from a certain bossomectomy.

Yes, I know that "wild" feeling of total abandon sweet-pea. The dirtier the deed, the dirtier still you want to be. For me, watching a guy get hard just by being his fantasy object is a total high, surpassable only by three-in-a-bed with Kylie Minogue and Cameron Diaz - though they would have to be wearing thigh-length boots and pvc macs.

The solution is at hand baby - and we are not talking time-wasters wanking themselves off as they pretend to be writing down your address. We are talking positive thinking and affirmative action.

Get yourself plastered around the net. Get yourself a pad that you can operate freely from. I had to re-locate from London and my circle of straight friends in order to achieve the latter, but it has proved a success and I have never been more at one with my own psyche than I am now.

Age, if I can say that without appearing impolite, is not a bar either. There are plenty of guys out there, including young studs, who just love having an older bird that they can chat to and have a laugh with, as well sticking their wicked weapons into.

In short, where there are willies, there are ways.

I wish you luck with your desire to delve into the delightfully murky world of the full-time t-whore.

Your photo is great baby. If you can combine that slutty sophisticated look with a seductive French accent, the sky is the limit and the world your oyster.

Kisses
Aunty Kate