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The Politics of Dancing
Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Shemales, Author: TransContinental, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
electrolysis, and my hormone replacement therapy. He paid to fix my teeth and to surgically change my face into a more feminine shape. He bought me my boobs. These wonderfully bouncy C cups that were at this moment, always threatening to spill out of my low cut, bright red, backless, spaghetti-strapped evening gown, but never quite doing so, and thus, disappointing the dozens of high-powered conservative men at this party. He was the one who suggested I move in with him, and be his trophy wife. His plan was for me to spend my days alternately shopping, working out, and lounging by the pool, while he slaved away at his enormous corporate law firm. But, I nixed that idea, and fired the maid. I had to have something to do with my days, and cleaning the mansion wasn't that bad of a task. I still had enough energy to greet him at the door every evening with a pitcher of martinis and a bottle of lube. And if he didn't have enough energy, all he had to do was sit on the couch while I "comforted" him. I didn't want to come to this party, but I kept my mouth shut until now. I wanted to be supportive of him, but I'd had enough. The 5-minute "Christian" prayer at the beginning got under my skin. The keynote speaker who delivered his message of "fuck the poor, fuck the different, fuck the masses" using code words and double talk nearly made me explode. And watching the women as they nodded in agreement to plans to rob them of their reproductive rights was just about enough to make me ...