One day, I went undercover to a notorious soapland I'd heard about online. Inside, I found a transgender woman even more erotic than the rumors suggested. Her mere presence exuded sensuality. As she washed my body, enveloping me in a lather of bubbles with her "scrubbing" technique, it felt like a dreamlike experience. The subsequent "periscope" play gave the sensation of being drawn into an underwater world. Once on the mat, the lotion play intensified the pleasure even further. The slippery, slimy feeling delivered delightful stimulation. And her "peni-kuri" was mysteriously seductive, making my heart race. This dreamlike time ended all too quickly, leaving me with a bittersweet ache of longing.