Illegal Vietnamese ladyboy;

m/F t/F, t/M, etc.

It's hard to get a job as an immigrant in Britain. Even harder
when you have no identity papers.

I was just 16 years old when I arrived from Vietnam. My family
had spent all they had to have me smuggled here. The journey was
long and hard, and I arrived at my cousin's apartment with little
more than the clothes on my back.

My cousin was the pride of the family; she had earned a
scholarship to a British university, and then went on to marry
one of her fellow students and become a legal resident.

I hadn't seen her for at least four years, since she was
seventeen years old. I was quite shocked at the changes I saw in
her. She answered the door with her hair down [it reached her
hips], and she had makeup on and a lot of cheap jewelry. She
wore a short skirt and high heels; my heart skipped a beat as I
realized that this was the woman I had come to stay with.

Sue was a legal resident, and had a decent job. But for an
illegal, there were only a couple of things to do aside from
prostitution and drug dealing; cleaning and construction work.

I was much too frail looking to get hired on those construction
sites. There were all these big East Bloc guys, and some of them
even had experience.

I'm very thin and small compared with European people. I tried
to find a cleaning job.

There were a few hotels that were known to hire "black" labor.
But I was having a hard time getting in.

My cousin used to work as a cleaner in a hotel during her
university days, but that hotel only hired women.

It made me quite angry; there was supposed to be no
discrimination here in Europe.

I was desperate, I needed work. I wasn't here to sponge from my
cousin, I was here to earn money to make a life for myself, and
hopefully send some home as well.

"I know how to get you that job." My cousin Sue said. "We'll put
you in one of my dresses, and put some ear rings on you."

I thought she was joking at first.

She helped me dress, painted my face for me, and leant me some
cheap jewelry.

I smiled at the manager as he looked me up and down. He hired
me.

That's how I began dressing as a girl. Clothes are expensive,
and my wages were low; I couldn't afford two wardrobes, so I
mostly had woman's clothes in my closet.

Also, Sue was worried that if it was known a man was living with
her, she could have trouble with her divorce. I couldn't afford
any kind of trouble since I had no papers at all, and she
convinced me that I'd have less trouble as a girl.

I soon got used to it, and I even used to go out to the shops
like that, especially if I was looking for more clothes or some
costume jewelry, shoes, or accessories.

People were much more friendly to me when I was a woman. Somehow
people were threatened by a foreign male, but a foreign female
was okay with them. And the prettier I made myself, the more
friendly they were.

Even the women would smile at me on the street. The men were
often a bit rude, but they were mostly fine. Sometimes on the
bus, they would grab my ass or touch my legs. I got a laugh out
of that, wondering what they would think of themselves if they
knew they were getting a thrill by feeling up a guy in drag.

Of course, I couldn't have a girlfriend; but it was unlikely that
I would find one anyway, being rather unattractive as a male as
well as quite destitute.

As a woman, I was very attractive; of course I couldn't have a
boyfriend since a few well-placed grabs at my body would reveal
the truth about me. But it was nice to be attractive, to be
smiled at and flirted with, to be treated well. I let my hair
grow long and learned how to make my face pretty. I invested in
a pair of small but well formed strap on breasts. My life was
twisted, but not bad.

It was a little difficult, living with my cousin; she had several
boyfriends, and I had to keep out of her way when she brought one
home.

Sometimes, she'd invite one for dinner, and I'd do the cooking
and serve them. The English men like their food very bland,
completely tasteless.

I would always dress carefully and make sure my makeup was
perfect if Sue was bringing a man to the apartment. I don't know
why, but I found it's important to be attractive.

I used to watch her with them. I was very lonely, my situation
being what it was. I had almost no hope of finding someone to
love me anytime soon. Watching my cousin was all I had.

Her bedroom didn't have a proper door, just strings of beads
hanging across the doorway. When I turned off the lights in the
main room, I couldn't be seen as I lurked outside.

I was amazed at the things she did with them. Especially when
she sucked their huge white European cocks. Her thick black hair
across their pale bodies as her head would rise up and down on
their shafts drove me crazy.

They would kiss her and hold her tight, they would lick her in
return, and she would twist and cry softly with pleasure, holding
their pale faces in her hands, her long bright red nails digging
into their heads as she climaxed.

She loved to be penetrated. I liked to watch her face as a man
would enter her. She always looked so excited and happy.

I always had mixed feelings about their large powerful bodies
dominating my lovely cousin, their thick arms around her slim
body, their thick barbarian penises inside her slim Vietnamese
groin.

It excited me to watch, excited me terribly. But at the same
time I felt sorrow and shame. Sorrow for my cousin who couldn't
seem to find a man that would stay with her and care for her.
Shame for my family, knowing how they would be hurt if they knew
of her promiscuity.

She often wouldn't want to see a fellow again after she had let
him in her bed.

"Tell him I'm not here." She'd say when I had one on the phone
asking for her.

"Why don't you like him?" I asked her once afterwards. "He seems
like a nice man, he took you out many times, and you say you
enjoyed his company."

"Didn't you see how pale and rough his skin was?" She asked me.
"And he is so loud and rude."

"Didn't he please you last night?" I asked. I felt more like a
woman than a man by then, so it was okay to ask such into the
questions; we were talking girl to girl, sort of.

"I enjoyed myself at the time, but now I find I don't want to see
him again." She told me. "It's just how I feel."

Often, when Sue would finely tell them she didn't want to see
them anymore, they would ask me out on a date. Of course I
always said no, but sometimes I thought it would be fun to go out
and see a movie or get treated to a nice meal. Some of them were
really nice.

Sue and I became very close; we told each other our secrets,
brushed each other's hair, and would file and paint each other's
fingernails. She showed me how to make myself look right, how to
walk in high-heeled shoes, and how to dress.

One night, as we sat in front of the television together, we
started to snuggle together; I put my arm around her, and she put
her hand on my thigh. I had stopped thinking about having sex
with her; I was a girl to her, not a man. But spontaneously, we
began to make love. We kissed for a long time, exploring each
other, contemplating the possibilities.

What would become of our relationship? I knew it could be
dangerous. I had watched her dispose of so many lovers. But I
had to have her; I was a virgin, I had never even kissed a girl
before. I was overwhelmed with carnal desire, it overwhelmed my
better judgment.

Many times I had watched men lick her vagina; I had an idea what
she liked. I did my best, licking her first slowly, then
quickly.

She sucked my cock, like she did for all her boyfriends. I felt
so privileged as I watched her beautiful face against me, sucking
on my small inadequate penis as though it was as good as any she
had experienced.

I exploded in her mouth, unable in my inexperience to prevent
myself.

We relaxed and kissed for some time, and I became hard again.

We were both completely naked as I entered her; her flesh against
mine was a sensation unlike any I'd ever even imagined. The soft
warm smoothness of her, her true femininity eclipsing my
artificial girlhood.

Her face was as joyous and excited as I had ever seen her; she
climaxed two times before we were through.

"I don't know if it was a wise thing that we did last night."
Sue said to me over breakfast.

"I'm sorry, cousin." I told her. "I didn't mean to take advantage
of you."

She laughed, and said; "Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong. I
am the experienced one here, I made the decision. Was it good
for you?"

"It was the greatest night of my life." I answered her
truthfully.

"Then you would want to do it again?" She asked.

"If you do." I told her.

She thought about it as she ate the food I had served her.

"I will have other lovers." She informed me.