And then, now, Julie is here. She is tall, slim, kind of like....elegant....a little posh perhaps....but not really....it's an image! Long shapely legs, she loves wiggle dresses, stockings and heels. She flirts outrageously, teases, pulls and pushes you, she'll kiss you and punch you in the face. Then she'll surrender to you. Buy her a drink, stroke her leg and she'll slap your face, then kiss it better and pull your hand up her dress to feel her stocking tops. Then walk off and disappear. But you'll meet again, if she's let you buy her a drink she's already planning something naughty with you. She has specific fantasies that she intends to make real, at least once, maybe more than once if it's especially naughty. Or...... if it hurts a little. If she allowed you to buy her a drink then it's inevitable, she'll be yours at some point in time. And to say she'll be yours, she'll let her be all yours in all so many ways. In any way you desire. Think about it. If you had the free and open opportunity to act out your wildest fantasy with Julie, without fear of retribution or recrimination, what would you ask of her? What would you do with her, where would you take her? If you had the desire to partake in an act or play that you had been harbouring all of your adult life, how would it evolve with the Trans girl Julie. Yes, Julie is a T girl. I am Julie, I am that T girl. Always entirely smooth. Shaved smooth all over, always with a fresh 5 blade razor. The night begins with a simple thought, I need to be used tonight, I know of a club not too far away, it's a safe place for T girls and there's the hotel next door. It's been a long week, thank heaven for Friday, especially this Friday of the month as it's a special party night at the club and I need to play. To be used, for someone to take all my responsibilities away from me and to be free and at the mercy of another, just for a night. To be totally submissive. To give myself openly, freely, entirely. When I get home, it's warm, cosy, an intimate small house, it suits me, it's simple and safe. A glass of white wine, flick on the TV, I sit and think. What about tonight, who will have me tonight? Because as sure as night turns to day, tonight I will be someones. Someone I don't know, I probably won't ask his name, I only want his desire and his energy.........and his cock. I'm getting aroused and even a little moist as I know it IS inevitable, that I WILL give everything for nothing more than a drink or two. And I won't ask him for his name or his mobile. The nights plan must begin. I strip completely. Running the shower to wash my hair first. It feels good to feel the hot water sting a little, my hair is important as I will use it to run over his skin later tonight. It must feel soft and silky, to drive him wild later. Whilst I'm sat over him. Naked. My thighs spread open across him. I run the bath, again, it must be hot, stinging, almost too hot to sink into, a little pain, it tingles, I like it. Mixed with some sweet scented bath oil, oh and bring the bottle of wine too! A new fresh razor. I begin. Pouring expensive soap into the palm of my hand, I smooth it over one leg. Shaving very, very close up one leg, then the other. Nothing but nothing will ever compare to the feeling of running a soaped hand over a closely shaved leg. Pure silk. I'm getting even more aroused by this feeling and of course, the thought of the night to come. Smoothing the creamy soap into my front and back intimate places I could almost come right then, such is the intensity of the arousal I'm feeling. Shaving here, now is the place that my play buddy will be running his fingers and his tongue later. I have to feel perfectly smooth, that is, perfectly and absolutely, I need that confidence. From here it's up across my navel and even further up, across my chest, again paying special attention to my nipples and chest. His tongue won't appreciate anything less than a completely smooth chest with totally accessible nipples. I love the feel for shaving under my arms, checking and checking again for the totally smooth skin, I have to be 100% smooth all over. Running more hot water, keeping the temperature hot to very hot, still stinging a little. Time for another glass of wine whilst I run my soapy hands all over my naked, very pink and shaved body. The feeling of being totally smooth between my cheeks, a soapy hand there for a moment, checking, sliding a finger in briefly, a taste of things to come. To come, oh yes to come. My head spins a little, I need release, to be used, to give in, to submit, to do as I'm asked. I emerge from the bath and wrap the white, luxuriously soft and hot towel around me. As only a girl can. Gently rubbing it over my tenderised skin. Sitting on the bed, the room is warm, I'm moist and semi erect and wet with anticipation. Reaching for the oil on the dressing table, it smells sweet, pouring it into my hands I begin smoothing the oil from my ankles, up my legs, between my legs, all around my intimate parts, my navel and up over my chest. Rubbing the oil into my nipples, they harden. The tension and sense of inevitability, of what fun I will have, knowing I will open my legs for a stranger. What a girl this stranger will have. Sitting on the edge of the bed, glass of wine in hand, my legs crossed, very lady like. I look in the mirror and think of the sequence ahead. I am oiled and pink and smooth and oh so turned on. Let it begin. First the suspender belt, dark blue silk and lace heavy, with six metal clips, deep belted, to sit on my hips comfortably. Wide suspender straps, pleated, tight elastic for good support, I'll need reassurance this later. Of course with matching dark blue silk and lace panties. The feel of silk against smooth and oiled skin, sliding over my bottom cheeks as I move. Dark blue 10 denier stockings with lycra with the most amazing lace top. The moment when you tear open the new packet, knowing that honestly, the only real reason you'll be wearing these tonight is to turn on your lover. For him to see you slide out of that dress revealing a full matching ensemble, he'll do anything to feel the inside of your thigh above those lace top stockings. Sliding a finger inside the edge of those barely there lace panties. Sat there now, wearing the suspender belt and panties, time to pull on those stockings. First the right, stretching out my leg, gently pulling, rolling and sliding the stocking up to meet the suspender clasp. That does feel just so good. I stand and clip the front. Reaching behind I clip the rear and side. The metal claps feels cold against my hot pink skin. Sitting again, the other stocking is fitted, again standing, I clip the front and then the rear. Six cool metal clasps against my warm pink and oiled smooth thigh. The straps pull tight at the stocking tops and they feel taught against my thigh. The belt sits perfect on my hips. Each movement there's a reminder of what I have on. And why. I sit and admire. Who will I have tonight? Who's whore will I be. My bra is a bustier, for support, matching dark blue silk and lace, I so wish that the 36D breasts that fit this were real, they do look so. So there, in front of the mirror, I sit in my finest lingerie. The stockings feel so good, my skin feels good, tonight I feel good. The dress is below the knee, a heavy, blue sequin and lace, wiggle dress. I slide it over me, feeling the silky smooth underwear sliding against the silky lining of the dress. Long sleeves, high back, zip back, cleavage forming, teasing. Sexy. A classy look, the posh whore. A set of white double row pearls around my neck and matching pearl drop earrings, pierced ears of course. The long pale pink nails take a while, each one meticulously fitted and then trimmed. White tips, rich bitch. Skin preparation, cleaner, moisturiser. Foundation, blusher, highlight my cheek bones. The long and thick black eyelashes are attached, fiddly, awkward but effective and absolutely worthwhile. Mascara, eye liner, eye brow trimmed, coloured. Then the lipstick. Dark red, kind of purple pink. The taste. The smell. The lip gloss. The taste. The look. The thought of my lips sliding over his cock. His taste. I slide my stocking feet into the black patent 4" heels. The feel of stocking against leather. Bliss. My wig, is long auburn hair, not straight, gently curly, thick, heavy, natural, sexy. To be slid over his naked skin, I'll be sat on him, him inside me while I lay my red hair onto his chest as I push down on him deep. The vision in the mirror is one of class and sophistication, of wealth and success, not of what lies beneath or within. Over applied Channel completes the faker. The cab is waiting, I am anticipating, wanting, who will I have? I slide on the full length black fur coat and grab my clutch bag, make up touch up, lip stick and lip gloss, money and condoms. To the club.