A Subtle Attention Getter

"Do you like?"

"You are very attractive, although there is a lot of detail missing from your second pic."

"You think I am pretty?"

"Yes, you are."

My mail chimed again, this time it was CassieG in a group of other women. All of them seemed . . . I broke out laughing. CassieG wasn't a girl! She was a transvestite, or transsexual, or whatever the current politically correct name they were called. I doubted we might hit it off after all. When I peel off a pair of panties, I have never had anything threaten to poke my eye out.

"Do you still think I am pretty?"

"Yes, but isn't that the idea. What fun would it be if you looked like a guy in a dress?"

"Hrmmmph, I am not a guy in a dress, the correct term is she-male."

"She-male, how is that different from a cross-dresser?"

"A fucking CD is just a guy who likes girl’s clothes. I am a girl who just happens to have some male equipment."

"And one of my friends thought we would hit it off?"

"Actually it was one of my friends who heard about you from someone else. I did a little research and met a couple of your friends. I thought we might have some fun together. Care to get us a hotel room?”

"Aren't you moving a little fast?"

"It's the only way that's fun. If we go slow, we meet, we get to know each other, and you have way to much time to talk yourself out of trying something daring. Trust, me 'Blah, Blah, Blah . . .’ and you fade out, later to regret not having been more adventurous. Been there, done that! Haven't you ever had a she-male before?"

"Nope, I have never had a she-male, only the female of the species."

"I like girl-girls too, but are you telling me you are a virgin? Oh, goody for me."

"I wouldn't call myself a virgin."

"If all you've had is girl-girls then you are still a virgin. My male part is getting really excited. Do you eat pussy?"