Tranny phone sex is more than meets the eye. People assume that just because you are a chick with a dick, you are only about fucking and getting fucked. Now, I do love to fuck a back door pussy, but I also love sissies. There is a big difference between sissies and trannies. And although some trannies can be sissies, few sissies are trannies. I met Paul at the club, but something was off about him. He was not very masculine for being a top. He tried to act all macho with me, swore he could rock my world, but when we got back to my place, his broke down dick told me he was neither a top or a bottom, but a sissy. He couldn’t get it up. My intuition told me it was because he was denying himself his true nature as a crossdressing pansy.
Lucky for her, I know a thing of two about transformations. I took her into my closet and we played dress up. I have a full wardrobe of pretty things. Paul became Paula before my very eyes. Pretty blonde wig, make up, a sexy pink dress, some hot black pumps, and suddenly her dick was hard. She felt pretty oh so pretty and witty and gay. Paul was not a man by a long stretch. And not a tranny either. Look at me, then look at her. World of difference, tight? You would beg, borrow and steal to fuck me. Paula, however, you wanna make your bitch.
I put Paula to work as a sissy maid. She cleaned my house, rubbed my feet, painted my nails, sucked my cock and picked up the dog poo in my back yard. She is coming back every day for chores and assignments. Even a sexy shemale slut recognizes the difference between the men and the sissies.
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