SevenTwo-Trans
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One of my friends wrote this story about me! I'm serializing it! First bit here:
I had heard about Nicky, a giant, beautiful Dutch trans Domme living in a canalside flat off Kaisersgracht, one of the most picturesque canals in Amsterdam.
It was complex getting ahold of Nicky: had to wait around in a bar near the red light district to talk to a guy called Tom and get another number for a Daphne who worked in a bookshop elsewhere in the Dam. I had time on my hands so decided to pay daphne a visit.
The neighbourhood was very cool and hipster. Turns out daphne was Nicky's older sister. A tall Dutch amazonian brunette over 6ft tall, as a small, thin 40something man, I felt truly tiny, as good as inadequate in her presence.
With typical Dutch nonchalance she took my details and told me a bit about her sister. She smiled down at me and said I would be tiny for Nicky but she'd like that! She said Nicky dwarfed her at nearly 2.20m. I gulped in fear and excitement and lust.
Nicky was her brother who never felt comfortable in his skin. He grew and grew and was 2.10m by the time he was 15. His family supported him thru transition from the time he turned 18. Nicky was now 22 and dressed a lot of the time, her sister informed me. She was contented and comfortable in her skin, was an active member of society. She worked hard as a graphic designer and played hard in the nightclubs of Amsterdam. She was half my age and sounded like an exciting, stunning trans gal!
She entertained subs and sissies from around Europe selectively but Daphne liked the look of me, told me that Nicky would like such a petite older man and said she'd call me within 24 hours.
I waited. At home, in cafes, and walking around the city. I was a 44 year old divorcee from the UK. My wife had returned to the UK and I'd stayed on in the Netherlands as I loved the lifestyle and relaxed, open mindedness of its people. My contract had finished the previous month and I had secured more work in the coming 2 weeks for a further 6 months so life was good, following the end of my 4 year marriage. It was cafe culture for me until then...and self-exploration! I couldn't wait to meet Nicky and to know what effect she would have on me. I'd never enjoyed a sensual encounter with a transgender lady before.
My height and size (5'2" tall and 115 lbs 'dripping wet') had always given me a physical inferiority complex. Particularly in this country, one of the very tallest in the world. But mentally I was tough and secure. But adventurous and kinky. Hadn't explored that side of myself as much as I should had. I couldn't wait to meet Nicky.
The call arrived as I was exiting the cinema, killing time the following afternoon. It was a deep girl's voice. A shemale's voice for sure, but sensual and alluring nevertheless. She seemed friendly and nice, laid back and quite talkative over the phone. I told her who I was, what I was up to. I couldn’t effectively answer her question on what I was expecting/anticipating from our session, so I said let’s just wait and see, but I’m fascinated by your size and femininity! I asked her if I could bring my satin collection, as I found soft, shiny, slippery satin SO alluring and sensual. She was intrigued and said she had some lovely satin in her collection, all custom made of course, given her stature. We agreed to meet for 2 hours at 4.00 the next afternoon…
Another nice canal street, I arrived at number 16 and was buzzed in. I was wearing jeans, my puffa jerkin and a tee shirt underneath with my size 5 sneakers. I climbed to the 3rd storey of the Dutch house and knocked on her door. It opened. I couldn’t see who was on the other side but entered with my rucksack held tight. I was nervous as hell, but excited – pleasant butterflies!!
The door closed, I turned around and at that moment, never felt so small and puny. My god! It’s dizzying and disconcerting to look up so high into another person’s face when they’re standing on the same level as you. I was used to being a head smaller than someone, more than used to that sensation, but to be standing before someone who’s a head taller than a 6 footer again, as Nicky was, and to occupy the horizontal space she did, was incredible.
She smiled down at me, almost a smirk, a curious smirk at that! She was the tallest person I’d ever seen – looked every inch the (almost) 2.20m her sister said she stood. She was VERY curvy indeed and looked powerful. I looked up again at her. She was pretty for sure: a femme, baby face, young looking, like late teens facially, which intimidated me enormously. She had long dark hair cascading down her shoulders and greenish hazelly eyes.
Her waist appeared to be to the level of my chest or shoulders – that’s what I found so intimidating i.e. her legs appeared the same size as me – and she wore a pair of delectable black leather jeans that she was literally bursting out of. Voluptuous was an extreme understatement! Huge, thunder thighs packed into shiny, black leather – wow!
I had heard about Nicky, a giant, beautiful Dutch trans Domme living in a canalside flat off Kaisersgracht, one of the most picturesque canals in Amsterdam.
It was complex getting ahold of Nicky: had to wait around in a bar near the red light district to talk to a guy called Tom and get another number for a Daphne who worked in a bookshop elsewhere in the Dam. I had time on my hands so decided to pay daphne a visit.
The neighbourhood was very cool and hipster. Turns out daphne was Nicky's older sister. A tall Dutch amazonian brunette over 6ft tall, as a small, thin 40something man, I felt truly tiny, as good as inadequate in her presence.
With typical Dutch nonchalance she took my details and told me a bit about her sister. She smiled down at me and said I would be tiny for Nicky but she'd like that! She said Nicky dwarfed her at nearly 2.20m. I gulped in fear and excitement and lust.
Nicky was her brother who never felt comfortable in his skin. He grew and grew and was 2.10m by the time he was 15. His family supported him thru transition from the time he turned 18. Nicky was now 22 and dressed a lot of the time, her sister informed me. She was contented and comfortable in her skin, was an active member of society. She worked hard as a graphic designer and played hard in the nightclubs of Amsterdam. She was half my age and sounded like an exciting, stunning trans gal!
She entertained subs and sissies from around Europe selectively but Daphne liked the look of me, told me that Nicky would like such a petite older man and said she'd call me within 24 hours.
I waited. At home, in cafes, and walking around the city. I was a 44 year old divorcee from the UK. My wife had returned to the UK and I'd stayed on in the Netherlands as I loved the lifestyle and relaxed, open mindedness of its people. My contract had finished the previous month and I had secured more work in the coming 2 weeks for a further 6 months so life was good, following the end of my 4 year marriage. It was cafe culture for me until then...and self-exploration! I couldn't wait to meet Nicky and to know what effect she would have on me. I'd never enjoyed a sensual encounter with a transgender lady before.
My height and size (5'2" tall and 115 lbs 'dripping wet') had always given me a physical inferiority complex. Particularly in this country, one of the very tallest in the world. But mentally I was tough and secure. But adventurous and kinky. Hadn't explored that side of myself as much as I should had. I couldn't wait to meet Nicky.
The call arrived as I was exiting the cinema, killing time the following afternoon. It was a deep girl's voice. A shemale's voice for sure, but sensual and alluring nevertheless. She seemed friendly and nice, laid back and quite talkative over the phone. I told her who I was, what I was up to. I couldn’t effectively answer her question on what I was expecting/anticipating from our session, so I said let’s just wait and see, but I’m fascinated by your size and femininity! I asked her if I could bring my satin collection, as I found soft, shiny, slippery satin SO alluring and sensual. She was intrigued and said she had some lovely satin in her collection, all custom made of course, given her stature. We agreed to meet for 2 hours at 4.00 the next afternoon…
Another nice canal street, I arrived at number 16 and was buzzed in. I was wearing jeans, my puffa jerkin and a tee shirt underneath with my size 5 sneakers. I climbed to the 3rd storey of the Dutch house and knocked on her door. It opened. I couldn’t see who was on the other side but entered with my rucksack held tight. I was nervous as hell, but excited – pleasant butterflies!!
The door closed, I turned around and at that moment, never felt so small and puny. My god! It’s dizzying and disconcerting to look up so high into another person’s face when they’re standing on the same level as you. I was used to being a head smaller than someone, more than used to that sensation, but to be standing before someone who’s a head taller than a 6 footer again, as Nicky was, and to occupy the horizontal space she did, was incredible.
She smiled down at me, almost a smirk, a curious smirk at that! She was the tallest person I’d ever seen – looked every inch the (almost) 2.20m her sister said she stood. She was VERY curvy indeed and looked powerful. I looked up again at her. She was pretty for sure: a femme, baby face, young looking, like late teens facially, which intimidated me enormously. She had long dark hair cascading down her shoulders and greenish hazelly eyes.
Her waist appeared to be to the level of my chest or shoulders – that’s what I found so intimidating i.e. her legs appeared the same size as me – and she wore a pair of delectable black leather jeans that she was literally bursting out of. Voluptuous was an extreme understatement! Huge, thunder thighs packed into shiny, black leather – wow!
