Post-op [T]rans girl bangs [M]ale coworker

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. 

[T]rans girl gets lucky on Halloween [TM]

Thanks for liking my last story! Here’s another one from a similar era. And it’s long, yeah, but like what else are you gonna do?

I was really excited to go out for Halloween at college after transitioning and had finally settled on a homemade Faith (from Mirror’s Edge) costume. I feel like I looked pretty costume accurate in terms of physique and makeup. A couple of my girl friends got a group together to go out to a club, and I went over to my friend’s place for some pregaming. My friends were: slutty Rosie the Riveter, slutty nerd, and a slutty mouse (duh!). 

We all had a few drinks before heading out and soon found ourselves in a loud, smoky club with tall plastic cups of blue liquor. Dancing has been one of my favorite things about being a girl, I’m not a professional, but generally people vibe with how I move and like to dance with me. So after another drink and a few more songs, we had attracted a group of 4 dudes. 

[T]rans Girl swiping right on a Straight Guy [TM]

I was home on college break and swiping tinder, which can be pretty hard for a queer person in a small suburb. I matched with Rob and finally started talking about hooking up and I ask how he feels about hooking up with a trans girl. He seems super into it, and says he can’t wait to have me over, and that’s all the encouragement I needed to get dressed, prep my ass, and drive over to his place about 20 mins away. 

For the record, I’m like 5’4, slim with bubble butt and a cup tits, with bobbed dyed red hair. At this point, I still had my cock. 

I text him that I’m here and he opens the door. He looks just like his picture, tall (like 6’ish), tan, and short cropped black hair and a stubbly beard. He guides me down to his furnished basement and offers me a drink. I take one and we go to sit on his couch. I think we both wanted a little time to talk and get to know each other (and let the booze kick in a little) so we started playing some Super Smash Bros.