I recently made a post to remind everyone of a Post Op TS provider who was providing as a natural born woman. (I hate the term genetic girl) on TER for months until one of her Pre Op Clients finally had an attack of conscience and outed her.  

 
I am sure you can imagine the shitstorm that started, she had DOZENS of reviews as a non TS provider and a lot of previous clients were puking up their breakfast that day. Apparently she didn't learn her lesson as she is back and still not telling the truth to her clients.  

 
I have absolutely nothing against TS providers, I led the campaign to get TS Sasha voted MS TER a few years back, BUT the guys have a right to know whether or not they are seeing  someone who was born female, or male BEFORE they book an appointment, not afterwards. Not to mention some guys react VERY badly when they get that kind of surprise, People have actually gotten killed this way, so it's no joking matter.

Left right away....My review  about this experience is deferred as we speak.  It was scary though.  Zero toleration for this type of bait and switch!

Lou Reed Walk on the Wild side should be playing as the mood music.

But yes, when expectations are disappointed in this area things can go very bad very quickly and it seems it is not necessary. There seems to be a market for TS providers.

...massage place a few years back from a fairly attractive busty asian... then at the end was told, “I’m a man” in broken english.  Yes, I questioned my hearing and needed it repeated (several times lol!).
I don’t think that’s good timing for the safety of the masseuse - it threw me for a loop, but ultimately I chalked it up as a screwy experience in this new hobby I’d taken up (P4P experiences) - but I could envision others reacting VERY VERY differently than I did upon hearing that proclamation.

...I was doing a pub crawl on the Revolucion strip in Tijuana with 6 friends.  We went into perhaps bar number 8 and I was seated next to a rather tall lady, maybe 5'9' and all of 115 lbs. She was quite interested in taking me "arriba" for lots of fun. After grabbing my junk several times and trying to reach inside my pants, she let me know  "en mi culo" was available no extra charge.  
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My friends were laughing up a lung watching this and I thought I was the luckiest guy in Mexico.
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Until...  
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Until I got a little fresh air on my way to the hotel and (no pun intended) put the pieces into place. When we got the hotel entrance, I just kept walking down the street. Went around the block and back to the bar where my buddies (I now use that term loosely here) were rolling around the booth laughing.  Bullet dodged (pun intended!).  
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Good times? At least I can look at this as vital training for my trip to Makati next year.
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Life is good.
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The Cat