(Trans) Life as a Biker Babe

I’m sitting here alone with a drink, not in the best of moods, as I’ve just done one of my sessions and not been paid for it!

- Nina x

I’ve decided there’s nothing I can do about it now and need to do something else to take my mind of what’s just happened, so it’s time to write my latest magazine article, and this one is on my love of motorbikes instead of kink and the connection they’ve had and still have with my trans life… although thinking about it, wearing tight leather on a bike could be considered kinky…

Oh, before I go on; for all you trans petrolheads who are more into cars than bikes you’ll need to see page 38, as I love both cars and bikes equally, and will be doing my trans-life as a petrolhead.

I first started dressing as a child in mother’s underwear when she was out - like many of you I’m sure - and my love of motorbikes started a few years later when a friend who lived nearby had a small 50cc dirt- bike which he let me ride through the fields when I was a young teenager - and NO, not in my mother’s underwear (before you ask)… but that would have been nice I’m sure…

At 15, a full 6 months before I could ride on the road legally, I bought my own bike with money I’d saved working on a local farm. I also rode this bike in the fields until I was 16, and then able to ride on the roads. From then I was rarely without a motorbike (or 2) in my life.