Going all femme has paid off in dividends

I met a man in my mid twenties, he was older by ten years, established career and all. I was a bit of a ** about things and hated being cornered. I worked out my frustrations at the gym and wore work clothes, jeans and shirts, which covered my woman figure. I came across as ** and from time to time I fantasized about it. But this man came along and things changed.

For one he told me that if I didn't got to a hairdresser instead of a barber I wasn't worth dating. For another he wanted clothes that hugged my figure, he wanted to look and see ** and hips. He wanted makeup, and nails, and walking in high heels. He wanted a full shaved bush and no hair up my crack.

I couldn't resist, I tried but he had me. I started with the hairdresser and finished with the laser hair removal of my hairy regions, until my ** looked like it did when I was ten years old. Kissable smooth. He ** me regularly and took me out and wore me on his arm like a trophy. He introduced me to friends as his 'friend' and took me home after we went out.

One day all dressed up for him I ran into a girl I knew from the gym and we got to talking and she asked me if I had gone femme, because I looked great, and she wanted to kiss me. Things went from kisses to more and I ended up in bed with her, loving on my smooth kissable **. She was not overgrown but wore a full bush and I fought my way in until I got to her sweet tender insides and ate her like it was my last meal.

My boyfriend, or sorts, who wanted me all femme ended up setting me up with real live ** who wanted the same thing. She doesn't restrict me to her, she likes knowing I'm getting some from my boyfriend and I'm enjoying it.

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