A Perfect Pandemic: A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time

“How long ‘til I can have sex?”
“Same as your breasts, four to six weeks.”
“I’m so horny. Can I toy my ass, masturbate.”
“That should be okay when swelling subsides. It’s your body, listen to it.”
She called Alicia on her way home.
“I need another ride home from Beverly Hills tomorrow.”
Sequel

Lara’s Twitter feed was swamped with likes and retweets, and her posts to the Asian Sissy Traps and Asian Feminization subreddits got loads of awards, up votes and hot comments, after she posted her first post op pics and announced her first cam show.
She scrambled to assemble her new fuck machine, and set up her new camera and lights. The artistry and audacity of her new content had to equal the beauty of her new body.
She posed beneath a satin sheet.
“Hi guys, sorry I was off line, I busy with my pandemic project. Can I show you?”
She tugged the sheet with her toe, it slid first from her shoulders, then off her hip, revealing her remade body. She cupped her breasts in her hands, then spanked her butt cheek.
“These cost a fortune and hurt a bunch, are they worth it?”
A torrent to tokens answered her question.
She leaned toward the camera, blew a kiss, and then kissed her nipples.
“Are they too big?”
The messages mostly said “perfect,” a few said “bigger would be even better.”
She tapped her computer to switch cameras and displayed her ass. She pulled apart her curvy cheeks to display her hole, filled with rose quartz tipped butt plug. She tugged it, and it popped out, shiny with her ass juice, and she touched it to her lips.
“I love my ass scent and taste. Anyone want to buy my used toys? They’re for sale on my website, and my panties too, autographed.”
She walked a sexy promenade in her Louboutin pumps, her plump hips swayed and jiggled, then spun and returned, cupping her bare boobs.
“Do you like my new toys?”
The text box overflowed, the tokens jangled, she blew a kiss.
“I’ve got one more new toy to show you.’
She rolled her fuck machine into position.