Transvestites Near Me: Julie's First Swingers Date

Sent in by Julie, a 32-year-old single transvestite from Birmingham, telling us about her first date through Swingers 247.

Julie's story

Hun, my name's Julie, and I just have to tell you about this place. Seriously, this site rocks my garters. In case you didn't know, I'm a transvestite and I've been out doing my thing for nearly ten years, so I'm no babe in the woods. And no, I expect to be treated like a lady: a hotel room at least.

Some have compared my figure to Marilyn's, but honestly, I don't have those hips. Mind you, she knew how to fill out a nice evening gown, which I absolutely adore. The heels are a bit of a bitch, but what won't us girls do for you men?

I'd been looking everywhere for a decent place where a girl like me could get some decent action and meet some desirable types, and boy, did I strike gold here. It didn't take long after I posted my profile to get some very interesting replies.

A girl has to be careful, though, and there was one sexy reply I just couldn't turn down, so I agreed to meet him somewhere fitting for a lady. Getting my hair and nails done was no easy chore: that Mark at the salon is such a pig. Then naturally I had to shop for just the right outfit.

I don't normally wear black, but the shop round the corner from my flat had the most exquisite number in the window. I couldn't refuse, and it fitted like a glove. I had a lovely pair of peep-toe heels to go with it, which naturally meant another trip to the salon for a pedicure. A girl has to look just right if she wants to get anywhere with the menfolk.

You men just don't realise a girl can take two days to get ready for a date, what with the salon, the shopping and the eau de toilette. But we're worth it: just ask any of my exes. This guy seemed worth the effort, so I picked out some very special underwear, just in case it went beyond a kiss on the cheek.

The choice of place was mine, and for a first meeting I want it public, not just to keep things safe but to show off a little. It always helps when a gentleman sees he has competition. I was a wee bit nervous, but after a few touch-ups I was ready.

My date had to wait a little, but he certainly didn't mind as we sipped our first drink. He couldn't get enough of me. I'm not conceited, but I do have good skin, and I don't overdo the make-up.

I like to be honest with my men. I hate it when they play games, so I told my date exactly what I enjoy. I didn't mince my words, hun: I told him straight out how I like being fucked, and not just once. I love it when they mount me, and I love it when they straddle me from above.

He was taken aback a bit, but why fiddle-faddle around? If you want to be pleased, you have to tell them, otherwise they'll guess, and you know what rotten guessers men are. I don't know if this one will work out, but I told him I'm after more than a passing fling: I can get those anywhere, and I came here to find someone worthy of my attention full-time.

So if you're serious, dear, get your own profile up. The men are dolls really: you just have to know how to handle them. Love, Julie

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