XXIII
At 16 years old becoming a woman meant also I had to decide what to do with my life. Attend college? Explore my artistic inklings in Window dressing? An attendant? Hey, flight attendant? Where would I fit in easily in something that I liked? I wanted to be a happy woman. Cliché? I disagree, it is a very real challenge, regardless of being transgender or not. But I was and I needed to find something that was somewhat neutral, where those interested would have a tendency to overlook such issues of sexual identity. Not that I would be branding away that I was a girl with a dick. I was then a very beautiful girl. Still am I believe. And here I was with Cindy at my feet adoring me, adoring Laura, adoring us, assuming all our feminine essence.
One of my roommates at the time, when I had already left home, was an active Yoga student. She had invited me to join her as her guest to one of her classes. I took me a couple of months to accept, as I knew I was not much of an athletic person. But she insisted Yoga had nothing to do with athleticism, nor, as is common to hear, with flexibility. So I went to the guest session and I have not looked back since. In that studio I found a community. In that teacher I found a mentor. In my fellow yogis I found partners where I felt I belonged in a "secret society". Here is were I found myself sharing meditation drives, relaxing sessions, dynamic sequences, an education of mental awareness to control breathing, to control arousal, to control movement. And when you did not want to control it, you were at liberty to consciously unleash it. Today was unleashing day. Cindy was our destiny and I grasped it with all my awareness.
So here we were on our first night, now Laura and I shoulder to shoulder while Cindy was kneeling down with her face right in front of our groins and, yes, her hands holding both our cocks. "I want them both in my mouth, babies" says Cindy. I turned to Laura and I hugged her hard so that our bodies got closer together, our tits touched, and Cindy's head was sandwiched by our hips. My cock was growing fast but Cindy managed to gobble up both our cocks before mine got too large. It did continue grow in her mouth, I felt. So did Laura's which I sensed poking at my shaft under the swirling moves made by Cindy's eager tongue to lick it all. Our hands were on Cindy's head encouraging her. This is too good I thought, as I felt I was letting my juices flow out of my dick to mix with Cindy's saliva to lubricate tongue and cocks even better. Again, my little ritual to level among us, our little covenant, got sidetracked. I really did not want to come yet, but Cindy was doing a great job at both of us and the full pleasure was imminent. I was reading in Laura's face the very signs of the incoming climax, but I did not want for her to come yet. I let her know whispering in her ear and she made that sad little face. But she knew I was right, because better was yet to come.
XXIV
I felt so good and right in my body and mind in Yoga classes that I figured I could make a living out of it. Not just to earn the money to pay the bills, but because I believed in the positive ways Yoga practice allows us to lead more peaceful and full lives. For me as a transgender person it was the perfect environment of tolerance and embracing one's physical attributes. We cared not of what our partners in Yoga looked like, or what they wore; we just embraced them as fellows in our peaceful Yoga quest. And I felt I had the knack for Yoga, always thinking of variations, sequences and "plots" so I decided to learn how to teach. It took me about a year to get the certificate and about half a year to get my act together with enough resources to be able to have students. This complete transition from student to teacher happened in the same studio. And one day, while I was training, shadowing an instructor in class, in came Cindy into my life. I noticed her from the very first sight, as she started her adventure in Yoga; a virgin in the art of asana and pranayama, movement and breath. She was slender, she was radiant, she was stunning. But up to today, while I admired her continuously, and more so when I became her teacher, or rather, she chose me as her guide, I had never imagined I would start anything sexual with her.
We pulled Cindy up to join us. I felt like a goddess. My happiness seemed to know no bounds. My loving power felt immense. Laura and Cindy were also goddesses and they shined. We embraced like ancient goddesses cast in warm marble statues personifying profound feminine love. So we stood in a triangle, joined by our hands, our trio facing each other. We the three slender radiant females become one in our embrace. We are united by our hands and then our full arms on our backs, touching shoulders as we bow forward to almost join our heads, with our cascading hair mingling, creating a translucent curtain between our faces. We stand around an imaginary altar, I throw in a cushion between us. The cushion has the bust of Rati, goddess of love, lust, desire, pleasure and all things erotic, depicted with massive round breasts. She is alone, without Kamadeva. We do not need, do not want Kamadeva. We want Cindy our Rati, Laura our Dari and I Claire our Rati. I create a scene I share with my two soul mates. We then lifted our arms to hold ourselves tighter from our waists. Our heads bow as we look down and our heads join as if three keystones supporting us tall.
"Girls, stand around our celebratory altar to contemplate our love. Look at the wreaths of flowers and the garland of lilies. They symbolize our tender ties, our lasting love. In our union, us three, we are more beautiful than beauty itself". All this we imagined on the empty beige rug around Ratis's cushion. We started flowing down, bending our legs, which we separated a bit more, ending in Garland pose, squatting with our knees completely bent, outward looking and touching each other's knees. Our chests were slanted slightly forward between our thighs. Laura's cup-shaped tits hanged beautifully; Cindy's small but full, round tits seem larger in our small enclosed space; mine, rather flat, defied gravity with only the aroused nipples really standing out. We then lifted our chests and got our heads tall, joining our hands in prayer with our heads slightly bowed. All naked, this pose felt fantastic: Laura's cock and balls flowed down, Cindy's labia hanged close to her, my cock slightly erect pointed to the center while my balls hanged aroused in a compact shape. We were bonding real tight.