realistic67

Boys Who Dig Girls.. Who dig Boys When... They're Girls

So I pulled on the PVC and Rubber and went to Sin City ( As I'm working next month and will miss their Valentine's Day Event I'm certain. )

Without my regular fetish friends It's a bit lonely. I have no spur to press me on to say anything. You think this would be easy. It is... I just make it too complicated.

For the first time in a while... there's a line up at the door. And I get in early only because they turn a "Girl" away due to not being part of the dress code. Other than that it's a regular night. I'm regularly alone. I voyeur I try to make eye contact. But, it's not happening.

Until the very last few songs when I see the girl who was turned away before I entered the club. So I approach her and say... well, I'm glad you finally got in...She says she had to go back home and change. So I ask her to dance.

When she says " Are you OK with Transgender people..? " And to that I reply " It's all Dress up, Dance, Drink and tease here honey... And that's what we need to do... Right NOW! And, with that I lead her out to the dance floor.

We dance have fun for a while. And end up back on the sidelines where I introduce her to my freaky friends. As it seems her club friends have abandoned her. To me she comes over as a she...And I'm of the understanding from her that she's pre-op changing from a male to female. To that I replied I'm just a horny old male who sees so much about sexuality I don't understand. And we're all friends here even if we just kissed.

You know I think Transgender people are the next step. SHe was so calm about her choice that I was finding myself fascinated by her. ( it helped that she was super cute... ) But, ever since I first saw a girl for a girl . Watching a girl in a pink peasant blouse on the first day of school walk past me and her pony tail bounced so perfectly with her step. ( when I was 9 - or 10. ) They went from just there to always....THERE.

I've wanted and failed to comprehend them, understand them. I went from looking at Sears catalogs filled with them to My dads Naughty magazines stuffed with them and they're naked bodies. To desiring them before I really knew it, to tentatively dating them. And dealing daily with the emotional experience of THEM. And finally wondering and why they chose who they choose and,, why not me.... when she told me.... it was me.

All my life I've wanted their emotions and their brains to be just a bit more like me ( what I know... what I feel What I understand...) And I often wonder if a transgender female is that Holy Grail.

Just right now.. well I'm a little drunk.