Carla Radames

Carla had just woken up. She looked in the mirror and smiled at the beautiful trans woman she was, with her full lips, tanned skin, black hair with blonde highlights in a ponytail, honey-colored eyes, tribal tattoos on her neck and arm, wearing a top that barely contained her huge, silicone-enhanced breasts, her enormous thighs, and her colossal buttocks barely fitting into her athletic shorts, the small, discreet protrusion of her penis always present between her legs. Hearing the knock on the door, Carla smiled. She knew who it was; she had invited her best friend to spend the year with her. He had always supported her and was always there for her during the difficult times in her life, especially when she came out as a trans woman. Swaying sensually, she opened the door and smiled,