It’s Thursday in May 2025, and I wake up in my sleek apartment in Berlin, Germany, the midday sun streaming through my window. I’m Sexxydollnikkits, a 25-year-old trans girl webcam model from the Philippines, and I adore my body—especially my full, soft breasts that I’ve grown to love with every hormone dose I’ve taken.
They’re a plump C-cup now, tender and bouncy, sitting perfectly above my slim waist. My hips flare out in a delicious curve, my legs are toned from years of dancing back home, and my skin carries a warm, golden hue that my fans can’t get enough of. Today’s special—I’ve got a busy afternoon streaming, and tonight, I’m meeting a fan, Tom, in person. My tagline runs through my mind: “Well I show in private what’s more… you will find out! But if you’re into a transgender then you’re in the right place..” and I can’t wait to live it.
I roll out of bed, my black satin nightie clinging to my curves, my breasts jiggling slightly as I move. I head to the bathroom for a quick shower, the warm water soothing my skin as I lather my chest, feeling the softness of my breasts under my fingers. After drying off, I wrap myself in a fluffy robe and make a strong cup of Filipino coffee—black, no sugar—to kickstart my day. My dark brown hair, still a little wild from sleep, falls past my shoulders, and I brush it out, letting it frame my face. I apply a light makeup base, a pop of coral lipstick, and a hint of eyeliner to make my brown eyes stand out. It’s 1:00 PM now, and I feel the excitement building for my stream.
By 1:30 PM, I’m at my desk, setting up my webcam gear. I adjust the ring light to highlight my golden skin and full breasts, slipping into a red lace bodysuit that lifts my boobs and shows off my slim figure. At 2:00 PM, I go live, greeting my audience with a playful, “Hey loves, it’s your Sexxydollnikkits from the Philippines!” The chat explodes—“You’re gorgeous!” and “Those breasts are heaven!” I smile, tracing my fingers over the lace, teasing a nipple free, and the tips start rolling in. I dance for them, my hips swaying to a tropical beat, my breasts bouncing softly, fulfilling requests with a wink. “Want to see more? Join my private show,” I purr, and several fans take the bait, eager to discover what’s hidden.
In private, I let the lace slip off, my breasts spilling out, full and soft, as I caress them for the camera. “This is just the start,” I tease, my hands wandering lower, showing off my trans girl body—slender but curvaceous, a blend of femininity and my unique allure. The session ends at 3:30 PM, and I’m buzzing with energy. I grab a quick snack—mango slices and rice cakes—and check my messages. Tom has sent a sweet note: “Can’t wait for 8 PM at the café near Potsdamer Platz!” I reply with a flirty, “See you soon, handsome,” my mind racing with anticipation.
The afternoon stretches into another stream at 5:00 PM, where I wear a sheer purple outfit, my breasts pressing against the fabric, their softness a magnet for tips. I perform a slow striptease, my movements deliberate, and indulge in a sensual show, my fingers teasing my body as my fans watch, their excitement fueling mine. By 6:30 PM, I wrap up, my body warm from the attention, and start preparing for tonight. I choose a fitted emerald dress that hugs my curves, the neckline dipping to showcase my full, soft breasts, enhanced by a push-up bra. I pair it with strappy heels, my legs gleaming with a light oil, and style my hair in loose waves. My makeup is bolder—smoky eyes and glossy lips—and I feel every bit the trans girl icon I am.
I leave my apartment at 7:30 PM, the Berlin evening alive with energy, and take a taxi to the café near Potsdamer Platz. At 7:55 PM, I arrive, my heart thudding as I spot Tom waiting outside. He’s got short blond hair and a shy smile, his eyes widening as he sees me. “Sexxydollnikkits?” he asks, his voice shaky. “In person,” I reply, stepping close, letting him take in my feminine form. His gaze lingers on my breasts, and I see the awe in his expression. We sit with coffees, chatting about my streams, his favorite moments, and his support online. The connection grows, his nervous energy easing into admiration.
By 8:30 PM, the café quiets down, and Tom suggests a walk along the Landwehr Canal. The night is mild, and I link my arm with his, my breasts brushing his side, a teasing touch. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he says, his hand brushing mine. I smile, leaning in. “I’ve been excited to meet you,” I confess. We stop at a secluded spot, the water reflecting the city lights, and he turns to me. “Can I… touch you?” he asks, hesitant. I nod, guiding his hand to my waist, then up to the curve of my breast. His fingers tremble as they graze the soft flesh, and I feel a surge of arousal.
“Want to come to my place?” I whisper, and his eager nod seals it. We take a taxi back, arriving at 9:15 PM. Inside, I dim the lights, pouring wine, and we sit on the couch. The tension builds as we talk, his hand on my thigh. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he admits, and I kiss him softly, then deeply, my tongue exploring his. His hands move to my breasts, cupping them through the dress, and I moan, loving his touch. I stand, unzipping my dress slowly, letting it fall to reveal my lingerie. His breath catches as my breasts spill out, and I unhook the bra, freeing them. “They’re amazing,” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing my nipples, sending shivers through me.
We move to the bedroom, where I undress him, his arousal clear. I straddle him, my breasts hovering over his face as he kisses them, sucking gently, driving me wild. The night unfolds with passion—his hands and mouth worshipping my body, my trans girl essence embraced. We climax together, my moans blending with his, and as we lie entwined, I feel fulfilled. Meeting Tom has connected my online and real worlds, affirming my identity as Sexxydollnikkits. As he sleeps, I smile, knowing this is a new chapter in my journey.
