
Classic Transvestite Fiction from Transgender Magazines Trixie was the perfect blonde. She was tiny, busty, and shapely. She was 23, 5'2", 105 lbs, and her measurements were a mind blowing 38C-22-38. Her lovely face, bright blue eyes, cherubic checkbones, pouty lips, and adorable expression of innocent wonderment, made her a sexy but delicate goddess... in short, every man's dream girl. I wondered if I could carry off becoming Trixie... Everything about me was the perfect opposite of her. I was big, sophisticated and intelligent. Trixie looked to be the poster child of the fashion police... and even though her eyes were lovely to look at, they didn't seem to posess that spark of intelligence that seperated the liberated feminist type from the dumb blonde type
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