Albane is a beautiful transsexual in the process of transition. We got to know each other while chatting on a dating site to start. A game of seduction that I had to master perfectly because Albane is at the same time cultivated, funny, subtle and bewitching. Our first exchanges were relatively basic, we introduced ourselves and then we got to know and tame each other. The conversations have become more serious, deeper, more philosophical. Each of us having explained the reasons for our research and having succeeded in convincing the other of the existence of a certain agreement, we decided to have a real meeting at his home. So here I am on a Friday evening in this small district of the southern suburbs a stone's throw from the 13th arrondissement, in front of the digital code that opens the door of this old building, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a bottle of cold champagne in the other, the heart pounding. 9 ... 5 ... 3 ... My index composes the code that my host had taken care to communicate to me by SMS at the same time as his address. The click of the unlocking door indicates that so far all is well. I climb the two floors that still separate me from my beautiful, not without some trepidation. The landing door is ajar, all I have to do is ring discreetly and enter this little studio with subdued lighting and exotic scents released by scented candles. A creature appears in front of me, a slender figure with long blond hair and a generous chest, covered with a silk and lace nightie and black fishnet stockings. Her face is soft and well-drawn, her mouth perfect and her gaze of embers. She rids me of the flowers and the bottle by placing a furtive kiss on my cheek and invites me to enter the living room with its cozy atmosphere and decor. I sit on a soft sofa facing the TV screen which broadcasts an animal documentary. Albane's femininity is enhanced by the flickering light of the candle flames. She serves two glasses of champagne and then sits down next to me without shyness. We drink, we chat, we joke, we laugh, we drink ... At the third cup, Albane begins to be a little drunk. Our two bodies have come closer and, while I still try to give myself a face by giving her futile speeches, she stares at me with her languid gaze. I choose this moment to bring my lips to hers. She lets me put a first kiss then places her mouth on mine, opening i ...

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