Case of the Jealous Transsexual Chapter 1

I really didn’t know what the hell she was talking about so I asked her “what kind of female are you then?”. That’s when she told me that she was a transsexual. She proceeded to explain that a transsexual is a man that feels that he is or changes himself into a woman, or vice versa. She added that she was a pre opt transsexual, meaning that she still had a penis that was fully functional, that her breast were real, she has not has any surgery of any kind, just hormone treatment which is why her voice was so feminine. After telling me the truth, she was happy to hear that I did not mind at all, that I had been with transsexuals in the past, and that they turned me on, and yes I still wanted to meet her. I took a cab to her place. I didn’t want to drive because she mentioned that she had drinks at the place and I didn’t want the burden of driving home drunk, in case I didn’t spend the night there, which I did not.

I arrived at her apartment with some Chinese food; she mentioned on the phone that she was hungry. Her studio apartment was very cozy. She had really set the mood for a sensual evening. The place was dimly lit with candles all over. The temperature was perfect. She had a straight porno tape showing on a large screen television. A black couple was going at it strong.

She complimented me on my looks even though she had seen a picture of me already via email; she said I looked even better in person. She took my coat and invited me to sit down on her couch. I sat and she brought me a shot of Hennessy and a bottle of Heineken. She also fixed me a plate of the food I had brought over. We made small talk while eating. The food was good and it gave us time to get a little bit more comfortable. She had decided on showering before I had gotten there, but I was still sweaty from my earlier workout. I told her that I still needed to shower and she said it was fine; she would get me some towels.

As she got up to put away the dirty dishes she knelt in front of me and began to undo my pants, she pulled down my zipper and undid my belt.