Hey y’all! Sorry its been a while since my last story but I wrote this one months ago and then all this *gestures widely* happened and didn’t feel like posting. Hope you like it!
I just started a new job where I’m out as a queer trans woman for the first time, and it’s been nice to not have that barrier between my coworkers and me. In particular, this guy named Scott.
But back to me for a second, since I don’t think I’ve given too much of a description of myself in my other posts. At this point, I’m a post-op trans woman, shoulder length dark red/purple hair, about 5’3″ with a great ass and small perky tits. I’ve been on hormones for years, but my butt has always been incredibly feminine. I’m super pale, and have a kinda more queer sense of fashion, I’m just as likely to wear a dress or a button up and jeans.
Ok, back to Scott. He’s exactly the kind of guy that feeds my sub energy. I hadn’t had a lot of interaction with him the first few months on the job, but every time we spoke he had a friendly, flirty, intense energy. He’s not super tall, only about 5’8″ but he’s looks like if Adam Driver and Keanu Reeves had a kid in his late 20’s.