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I DO NOT CLAIM COPYRIGHT ON ANY OF THE PICTURES, SO MESSAGE ME IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO USE YOUR PICTURE.

Plot: Man gets surgery to turn himself into a woman, and to get into the adult entertainment industry.

Option 1: She pursues romance and finds an amazing woman.

Option 2: She pursues fame and money

or if you prefer the literature version.

Complete Written Version with option 1 ending.
The New Vixen-Love before CareerPower. It was all for the power that a body like this possesses. It may not have bulging muscles, but I could get men with big muscles to “move mountains” for me. Years ago, I was just a film crew member for an adult movie studio. The job I had wasn’t important, but what you must know is I got very familiar with these sexy vixens… God I wanted to be one of these women and exploit the weaknesses of these horny men. I could make so much money. Sometimes fate needs a little push and that occurred when I won a small lottery prize of $200,000. After paying the taxes, I had enough to get the necessary surgeries. Gone was my useless manhood and in its place was the “money hole” … I mean my “woman hood”. On my flat chest, I got the surgeons to install a large set of breast implants on my chest. Hips were expanded and I had some mass added to my “caboose”. “Wow, I was a sexy chick” I said as I seductively looked at my new, busty body in the mirror. First content I released was some adult videos of when I was still transitioning to a woman. “Trans girls were popular, but not as popular as a busty, Asian Bimbo… Okay, I was not an airhead like those other sluts, but I was hornier than I was with my old body. Thank God that was the case, or I would not be able to create all of that X-rated content. I shot videos of my ass, and boobs jiggling. I sold my used panties and clips of my hair. I danced naked and I even performed pole dance routines. The cash kept rolling in and I was a wealthy lady. Months later I was trending on FansOnly and had highly rated videos on PornStar. The low-level fame granted me opportunities to work as a “girlfriend for hire”. There were many wealthy men who wanted the full level experience, and I was more than capable of providing that experience. I was very talented with my mouth and with the “space between my thighs”. When I went on these dates/ riding sessions I learned a lot about male-female relations. It’s amazing how many men just want someone to listen to, and I was happy to listen. Most the time I kept my clothes on and had to deal with a lot of crying men. I knew some men had it rough because I used to be one. Never recognized the scope of the problem. God, I wish I could further help these men, but all I could do is provide physical relief, or just listen to the men vent their problems. Other men just wanted someone to hug them or want a woman to cuddle with them. I will admit there were a few times I spent more than the allotted time comforting them, and I didn’t charge them extra. I guess it was easier to take advantage of vulnerable strangers online, than to do that same thing to people in person. I guess I have been looking at this job with a jaded view. I was providing a service that people want. They pay me for that service, and we both leave happier. Maybe I could change the way handle the men who have sex addictions and try to be a more compassionate person? Although, spending all this time with my clients has got me longing for a romantic partner of my own. Downside is that I would have to give up this lifestyle before I tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…Love finds a way and I found the most amazing woman. I had tried and failed to maintain relationships with a variety of different men, but that is when I met her. Sonya was a fellow FansOnly/ PornStar creator who I had performed in a lesbian shoot with. At the time it was strictly professional, but we became good friends. She was engaged to marry this other woman named Sarah, until Sarah got herself pregnant. The wedding was called off and Sonya was emotionally empty from the betrayal. I did my best to help her during the breakup and I was very happy spending time with her. We shared all our dirty secrets with each other. I told her about me being a guy and getting SR surgery to get my body to conform with what was in my mind… Then I broke down and admitted that a huge part of my transition was get the power that women enjoy in the “sexual marketplace”. I went over my journey into womanhood and how I learned to treat my clients as people and not cash cows. She was so supportive and didn’t shun me for my past beliefs. Sonya was the most important person in my social group, and I won’t know what I would do without her. When I was growing up, I was gay, and I had never been with a woman. First woman I done anything intimate with was Sonya. That experience kept me longing for her touch again. I want to run my fingers through her long black hair, as I exchanged a long, passionate kisses with her. I wanted to press my bigger breasts into her smaller, perky tits and rub our nipples against each other. I hope Sonya has not run out of that massage oil because it makes the experience so much better. To be fair Sonya has better ass and she really rocks a G-string… From what I remember. Honestly Sonya’s panties don’t stay on her body that long, especially when we are both in the mood. That was only a small piece of the puzzle of why I wanted her. I loved hot tub dates where we relax next to each other which was great after a long day at work. I love our long walks in woods where we take in the beauty of the natural world. Sometimes we would get crazy and have a laser tag fight in the house and see who the better shooter. We tried wrestling, but that just devolved into a kinky BDSM encounter… or just got us hurt. I loved cooking breakfast in the morning and have Sonya hug me from behind. I returned the favor when she was cooking dinner. She got a little handsy when I was just cooking in my baby doll lingerie set, and I could cop a feel of Sonya’s ass when she was just cooking in a skimpy apron. Ultimately it was great to return home and spend time with the most important woman in my life. Tonight, was the day that I made Sonya my wife and I became her wife. I had a cute topaz wedding ring that I know that she is going to love. Hopefully she says yes, or I would not know what to do with myself. After that I can bring up the fact that I had cryopreserved my “male seed”, so I could possibly have kids in the future. She is going to be one happy, pregnant lady… or who knows maybe even I could be the birth mother if that is too much for her?...

Complete Written Version with option 2 ending.
The New Vixen-Career before LovePower. It was all for the power that a body like this possesses. It may not have bulging muscles, but I could get men with big muscles to “move mountains” for me. Years ago, I was just a film crew member for an adult movie studio. The job I had wasn’t important, but what you must know is I got very familiar with these sexy vixens… God I wanted to be one of these women and exploit the weaknesses of these horny men. I could make so much money. Sometimes fate needs a little push and that occurred when I won a small lottery prize of $200,000. After paying the taxes, I had enough to get the necessary surgeries. Gone was my useless manhood and in its place was the “money hole” … I mean my “woman hood”. On my flat chest, I got the surgeons to install a large set of breast implants on my chest. Hips were expanded and I had some mass added to my “caboose”. “Wow, I was a sexy chick” I said as I seductively looked at my new, busty body in the mirror. First content I released was some adult videos of when I was still transitioning to a woman. “Trans girls were popular, but not as popular as a busty, Asian Bimbo… Okay, I was not an airhead like those other sluts, but I was hornier than I was with my old body. Thank God that was the case, or I would not be able to create all of that X-rated content. I shot videos of my ass, and boobs jiggling. I sold my used panties and clips of my hair. I danced naked and I even performed pole dance routines. The cash kept rolling in and I was a wealthy lady. Months later I was trending on FansOnly and had highly rated videos on PornStar. The low-level fame granted me opportunities to work as a “girlfriend for hire”. There were many wealthy men who wanted the full level experience, and I was more than capable of providing that experience. I was very talented with my mouth and with the “space between my thighs”. When I went on these dates/ riding sessions I learned a lot about male-female relations. It’s amazing how many men just want someone to listen to, and I was happy to listen. Most the time I kept my clothes on and had to deal with a lot of crying men. I knew some men had it rough because I used to be one. Never recognized the scope of the problem. God, I wish I could further help these men, but all I could do is provide physical relief, or just listen to the men vent their problems. Other men just wanted someone to hug them or want a woman to cuddle with them. I will admit there were a few times I spent more than the allotted time comforting them, and I didn’t charge them extra. I guess it was easier to take advantage of vulnerable strangers online, than to do that same thing to people in person. I guess I have been looking at this job with a jaded view. I was providing a service that people want. They pay me for that service, and we both leave happier. Maybe I could change the way handle the men who have sex addictions and try to be a more compassionate person? Although, spending all this time with my clients has got me longing for a romantic partner of my own. Downside is that I would have to give up this lifestyle before I tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…Why settle down with any one partner when I have so many partners I could pick from. All the world is my stage, and I am going to work my ass off until I get to the top. Today I was going to have a session with firefighter and later I would be with two hot twins…Jacob was a hot firefighter that was looking to get over his ex-wife divorcing him. Sure, he did cheat on her with another woman, and that’s what led to the divorce…but that was none of my business. He was strong and had a “stick” size that was above average. Jacob wanted to start with a titty fuck, which gave me a chance to inspect is equipment. He was a boob man because he after rubbing his junk in my tits he squeezed them and went in for a kiss. Not a bad kisser and I would describe his lovemaking abilities as raw, animalist, and a little rough. He doesn’t really know how to handle my womanhood beyond sticking a “rod” in there, so I can’t imagine his wife was very satisfied. I’m a professional, so I would make this work. The twins were much better. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought they were in a physical relationship with each other. They shared clothes, secrets, and lovers with each other. Tonight was just another day for those two twins. The “older” one loved my rack while the “younger” one was a bigger fan of my ass. I was usually the madame of the bedroom, but tonight the roles flipped back and forth. One moment I was fingering both twins and listen to their orgasmic moans. Next moment I sprawled on a bed locking lips with one twin, while the other twin used her tongue on my “place where the sun doesn’t shine”. Okay maybe that was a bad analogy considering that I record some of these lovemaking sessions. Regardless, the experience was pleasurable, and I didn’t have to fake any orgasms.Years went by and I was raking in the cash. Some of my highest paying clients were in Japan, hence the picture of me stuffing Japanese Yen into my boobs. I was living the life and was having fun with this career. The only thing I wanted to change was in my personal life. I had a short fling with a fellow adult film actress named Sonya. She is a great friend and best lover I ever had. It was too bad that we had different perspectives on life. I wanted to continue working in the “adult entertainment industry” while she was planning on retiring from the industry. That fight ended our relationship, but we remained friends. I was there when her finance cheated on her, which was only revealed when Sonya’s finance got pregnant. After all it’s not like a female can get another female pregnant…especially since both women were cisgender. Maybe we can rekindle the flame of our past relationship because I really think she could be the one. I will have to see how she reacts on our date night. Wish me luck…

Note this is the last line in the caption that was accidently cut off in the caption:
tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…

This is updated version of the caption AND I will keep up the old caption for transparency purposes.
Old caption that is missing the last line.

Description
I DO NOT CLAIM COPYRIGHT ON ANY OF THE PICTURES, SO MESSAGE ME IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO USE YOUR PICTURE.

Plot: Man gets surgery to turn himself into a woman, and to get into the adult entertainment industry.

Option 1: She pursues romance and finds an amazing woman.

Option 2: She pursues fame and money

or if you prefer the literature version.

Complete Written Version with option 1 ending.
The New Vixen-Love before CareerPower. It was all for the power that a body like this possesses. It may not have bulging muscles, but I could get men with big muscles to “move mountains” for me. Years ago, I was just a film crew member for an adult movie studio. The job I had wasn’t important, but what you must know is I got very familiar with these sexy vixens… God I wanted to be one of these women and exploit the weaknesses of these horny men. I could make so much money. Sometimes fate needs a little push and that occurred when I won a small lottery prize of $200,000. After paying the taxes, I had enough to get the necessary surgeries. Gone was my useless manhood and in its place was the “money hole” … I mean my “woman hood”. On my flat chest, I got the surgeons to install a large set of breast implants on my chest. Hips were expanded and I had some mass added to my “caboose”. “Wow, I was a sexy chick” I said as I seductively looked at my new, busty body in the mirror. First content I released was some adult videos of when I was still transitioning to a woman. “Trans girls were popular, but not as popular as a busty, Asian Bimbo… Okay, I was not an airhead like those other sluts, but I was hornier than I was with my old body. Thank God that was the case, or I would not be able to create all of that X-rated content. I shot videos of my ass, and boobs jiggling. I sold my used panties and clips of my hair. I danced naked and I even performed pole dance routines. The cash kept rolling in and I was a wealthy lady. Months later I was trending on FansOnly and had highly rated videos on PornStar. The low-level fame granted me opportunities to work as a “girlfriend for hire”. There were many wealthy men who wanted the full level experience, and I was more than capable of providing that experience. I was very talented with my mouth and with the “space between my thighs”. When I went on these dates/ riding sessions I learned a lot about male-female relations. It’s amazing how many men just want someone to listen to, and I was happy to listen. Most the time I kept my clothes on and had to deal with a lot of crying men. I knew some men had it rough because I used to be one. Never recognized the scope of the problem. God, I wish I could further help these men, but all I could do is provide physical relief, or just listen to the men vent their problems. Other men just wanted someone to hug them or want a woman to cuddle with them. I will admit there were a few times I spent more than the allotted time comforting them, and I didn’t charge them extra. I guess it was easier to take advantage of vulnerable strangers online, than to do that same thing to people in person. I guess I have been looking at this job with a jaded view. I was providing a service that people want. They pay me for that service, and we both leave happier. Maybe I could change the way handle the men who have sex addictions and try to be a more compassionate person? Although, spending all this time with my clients has got me longing for a romantic partner of my own. Downside is that I would have to give up this lifestyle before I tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…Love finds a way and I found the most amazing woman. I had tried and failed to maintain relationships with a variety of different men, but that is when I met her. Sonya was a fellow FansOnly/ PornStar creator who I had performed in a lesbian shoot with. At the time it was strictly professional, but we became good friends. She was engaged to marry this other woman named Sarah, until Sarah got herself pregnant. The wedding was called off and Sonya was emotionally empty from the betrayal. I did my best to help her during the breakup and I was very happy spending time with her. We shared all our dirty secrets with each other. I told her about me being a guy and getting SR surgery to get my body to conform with what was in my mind… Then I broke down and admitted that a huge part of my transition was get the power that women enjoy in the “sexual marketplace”. I went over my journey into womanhood and how I learned to treat my clients as people and not cash cows. She was so supportive and didn’t shun me for my past beliefs. Sonya was the most important person in my social group, and I won’t know what I would do without her. When I was growing up, I was gay, and I had never been with a woman. First woman I done anything intimate with was Sonya. That experience kept me longing for her touch again. I want to run my fingers through her long black hair, as I exchanged a long, passionate kisses with her. I wanted to press my bigger breasts into her smaller, perky tits and rub our nipples against each other. I hope Sonya has not run out of that massage oil because it makes the experience so much better. To be fair Sonya has better ass and she really rocks a G-string… From what I remember. Honestly Sonya’s panties don’t stay on her body that long, especially when we are both in the mood. That was only a small piece of the puzzle of why I wanted her. I loved hot tub dates where we relax next to each other which was great after a long day at work. I love our long walks in woods where we take in the beauty of the natural world. Sometimes we would get crazy and have a laser tag fight in the house and see who the better shooter. We tried wrestling, but that just devolved into a kinky BDSM encounter… or just got us hurt. I loved cooking breakfast in the morning and have Sonya hug me from behind. I returned the favor when she was cooking dinner. She got a little handsy when I was just cooking in my baby doll lingerie set, and I could cop a feel of Sonya’s ass when she was just cooking in a skimpy apron. Ultimately it was great to return home and spend time with the most important woman in my life. Tonight, was the day that I made Sonya my wife and I became her wife. I had a cute topaz wedding ring that I know that she is going to love. Hopefully she says yes, or I would not know what to do with myself. After that I can bring up the fact that I had cryopreserved my “male seed”, so I could possibly have kids in the future. She is going to be one happy, pregnant lady… or who knows maybe even I could be the birth mother if that is too much for her?...

Complete Written Version with option 2 ending.
The New Vixen-Career before LovePower. It was all for the power that a body like this possesses. It may not have bulging muscles, but I could get men with big muscles to “move mountains” for me. Years ago, I was just a film crew member for an adult movie studio. The job I had wasn’t important, but what you must know is I got very familiar with these sexy vixens… God I wanted to be one of these women and exploit the weaknesses of these horny men. I could make so much money. Sometimes fate needs a little push and that occurred when I won a small lottery prize of $200,000. After paying the taxes, I had enough to get the necessary surgeries. Gone was my useless manhood and in its place was the “money hole” … I mean my “woman hood”. On my flat chest, I got the surgeons to install a large set of breast implants on my chest. Hips were expanded and I had some mass added to my “caboose”. “Wow, I was a sexy chick” I said as I seductively looked at my new, busty body in the mirror. First content I released was some adult videos of when I was still transitioning to a woman. “Trans girls were popular, but not as popular as a busty, Asian Bimbo… Okay, I was not an airhead like those other sluts, but I was hornier than I was with my old body. Thank God that was the case, or I would not be able to create all of that X-rated content. I shot videos of my ass, and boobs jiggling. I sold my used panties and clips of my hair. I danced naked and I even performed pole dance routines. The cash kept rolling in and I was a wealthy lady. Months later I was trending on FansOnly and had highly rated videos on PornStar. The low-level fame granted me opportunities to work as a “girlfriend for hire”. There were many wealthy men who wanted the full level experience, and I was more than capable of providing that experience. I was very talented with my mouth and with the “space between my thighs”. When I went on these dates/ riding sessions I learned a lot about male-female relations. It’s amazing how many men just want someone to listen to, and I was happy to listen. Most the time I kept my clothes on and had to deal with a lot of crying men. I knew some men had it rough because I used to be one. Never recognized the scope of the problem. God, I wish I could further help these men, but all I could do is provide physical relief, or just listen to the men vent their problems. Other men just wanted someone to hug them or want a woman to cuddle with them. I will admit there were a few times I spent more than the allotted time comforting them, and I didn’t charge them extra. I guess it was easier to take advantage of vulnerable strangers online, than to do that same thing to people in person. I guess I have been looking at this job with a jaded view. I was providing a service that people want. They pay me for that service, and we both leave happier. Maybe I could change the way handle the men who have sex addictions and try to be a more compassionate person? Although, spending all this time with my clients has got me longing for a romantic partner of my own. Downside is that I would have to give up this lifestyle before I tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…Why settle down with any one partner when I have so many partners I could pick from. All the world is my stage, and I am going to work my ass off until I get to the top. Today I was going to have a session with firefighter and later I would be with two hot twins…Jacob was a hot firefighter that was looking to get over his ex-wife divorcing him. Sure, he did cheat on her with another woman, and that’s what led to the divorce…but that was none of my business. He was strong and had a “stick” size that was above average. Jacob wanted to start with a titty fuck, which gave me a chance to inspect is equipment. He was a boob man because he after rubbing his junk in my tits he squeezed them and went in for a kiss. Not a bad kisser and I would describe his lovemaking abilities as raw, animalist, and a little rough. He doesn’t really know how to handle my womanhood beyond sticking a “rod” in there, so I can’t imagine his wife was very satisfied. I’m a professional, so I would make this work. The twins were much better. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought they were in a physical relationship with each other. They shared clothes, secrets, and lovers with each other. Tonight was just another day for those two twins. The “older” one loved my rack while the “younger” one was a bigger fan of my ass. I was usually the madame of the bedroom, but tonight the roles flipped back and forth. One moment I was fingering both twins and listen to their orgasmic moans. Next moment I sprawled on a bed locking lips with one twin, while the other twin used her tongue on my “place where the sun doesn’t shine”. Okay maybe that was a bad analogy considering that I record some of these lovemaking sessions. Regardless, the experience was pleasurable, and I didn’t have to fake any orgasms.Years went by and I was raking in the cash. Some of my highest paying clients were in Japan, hence the picture of me stuffing Japanese Yen into my boobs. I was living the life and was having fun with this career. The only thing I wanted to change was in my personal life. I had a short fling with a fellow adult film actress named Sonya. She is a great friend and best lover I ever had. It was too bad that we had different perspectives on life. I wanted to continue working in the “adult entertainment industry” while she was planning on retiring from the industry. That fight ended our relationship, but we remained friends. I was there when her finance cheated on her, which was only revealed when Sonya’s finance got pregnant. After all it’s not like a female can get another female pregnant…especially since both women were cisgender. Maybe we can rekindle the flame of our past relationship because I really think she could be the one. I will have to see how she reacts on our date night. Wish me luck…

Note this is the last line in the caption that was accidently cut off in the caption:
tied the knot with that special man… or lady. Decisions, decisions, decisions…

This is updated version of the caption AND I will keep up the old caption for transparency purposes.
Old caption that is missing the last line.