Tgirls and ladyboys have always fascinated me. I have so much respect for anyone who is willing to face life’s challenges head on and declare this is who I am no matter what you think…something most straight people live their whole life afraid to do. Most tgirls are more woman than I’ll ever be. I won’t sacrifice comfort for style…I’ll never last 12 hours in heels.
But I confess…I am totally ignorant of the transworld. I wanted to know more and what was there to lose…maybe I could gain a few hot girl friends…
what could be better than a cock and amazing breasts all in one magical package?
And if my total ignorance was apparent, I knew someone would step up and give me an education.
A dozen posts later and I only had a handful of responses…but finally one beautiful lady stood out. We started by phone…apparently I was the rarity to her. A woman looking for a woman. She didn’t think I was real…or serious. I was.
She was sexy and adorable. Intelligent…and funny. And I was going to treat her to a great night like the deserving lady she was.
Opening doors. Great wine. Great food. Great conversation. We headed back to her place with all intents and purposes of introducing me to a whole new world. As usual I had no idea what I was getting into, but I never turn down an opportunity to experience something I never have before.
There in front of me were 20 gigantic aquariums…bubbling loomingly in the background…stuffed full of live lobsters and monster looking exotic fish.
It was weird. It was really weird. I felt like any man would probably feel like when it’s after the blow job that they discover that their sexy lady friend is carrying a little extra something below her belt.
In this case, I had been excited with what I would find below the belt. However, there was just no mentally blocking out this living room packed with finned friends.
We called it a night.