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Our first encounter by the pool had been magical. Mustapha and l live in
a utopian community on the coast of Brazil called Macaon. Our community
has been founded by a rich Egyptian, Najib. The place looks very much
like a sea resort, with bungalows, swimming pools, palm trees and a
luscious, tropical vegetation, the ocean and a fairly long strand. It's
quite vast, and affords safety and freedom to transsexual women (both
pre-op and post-op) and the men who like them. Women (both trans- and
cis-) come here from all over the world to enjoy sexuaI and sentimental
freedom. I arrived here at the beginning of my transition, after hearing
about the place on some specific websites. I fell in love with it right
away. I can go around all day and night in a swimming costume without
fear of getting hurt or attacked, but there are some rules:
-a woman can remove her top only near a swimming pool (all pools are
fairly secluded) or when on the beach;
-pre-op women must have their genitals properly tucked and taped when in
public, or wear a gaff that keeps a flat pube.
Both rules are meant to afford a woman dignity and elegance when in
public.
At Macaon, a woman can choose to live her transition in quite a range of
ways, for example she can submit to a man and bask in his virility, or
she can learn how to dance samba and belly dance and revel in the sun.
Najib is the absolute ruler of our community. He believes in creating
ceremonies and procedures that mark a woman's transition and help her
acquire more control of her femininity not just in appearance, but also
in her feelings. A bit like a priest, he administers ceremonies and
authorizes other men to perform various procedures. After I met Mustapha
at the swimming pool, I would soon be the object of one such procedure.
After our passionate swimming pool kiss, Mustapha and I spent a couple
more hours in the sun. We lay on our beds and sometimes we would kiss.
His kisses were delicate, yet powerful. His dark, piercing eyes tickled
my feminine nature on the inside. That tingle was still there. At some
point, while sitting next to me, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. I
felt like a princess in the hands of a beautiful Arab prince. It was the
beginning of a dream that would strongly inspire the following stages of
my transition.
When the sun started setting, we got up and walked to his bungalow. He
was hungry, so, being a good cook, I offered to fix him some dinner.
Like a good wife would.
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