Tranny Darla
My Tweets
My Bio:
You know what they say, blondes have more fun! I am Tranny Darla and I am exactly what you have been longing for. My unlimited imagination will make it easy for you to enjoy the best of both worlds. I made a transition a few years ago, so you can bet that I know how to please curious intersex people like you. I have my own cock, which almost covers my cute kitten, so no matter what your mood is, I can give it to you! When I suffocate you between my breasts, we can penetrate or even yank. They will never call me Infinite Dara for no reason. My list of kinks and fetishes has neither a beginning nor an end. When it comes to this naughty naughty eager to please you, everything is on the table. In the BDSM world, I am called a switch. Why stand aside when you can go back and forth between the two of you and enjoy the two roles? I can be a submissive dad's girl, just as I can be a strict and dominant transgender mom. No limit means I really like all kinds of fetishes and fantasies. Some of the things I excel at include mother domination, public humiliation, sexual disguise, refusal to orgasm, sissy training, financial extortion/domination, age return, hypnosis, and even cosplay of giantess and DDLG. These are just some of the endless fantasy that I can achieve for your pleasure. I will make sure to become an unfettered, uninhibited transgender mother, she will give you everything you want and so on. Love Transgender Darla
Love Tranny Darla
[fts_twitter twitter_name=@BrendaMadison14 tweets_count=2 cover_photo=yes stats_bar=yes show_retweets=yes show_replies=no]
This is the 1st item
This is the 2nd item
Tranny Dress Up
Guided Sissification
Forced Feminization
Secret in my Pants
[contact-form-7 id="13877" title="Contact page"]
Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
1 (888) 430-2010April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie
April 5, 2010
Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.