In Love With a Tgirl (part 1)
I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman. This fictional account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it earlier. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
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I'm a straight college guy who has recently become curious about Tgirls. Tgirls are wonderfully sexy and beautiful, but between their legs is a cock. They say that they are women born into a man's body. I'm not sure about that, but I keep hearing that they really know how to please a man.
I would never consider being with another guy, but lately I've been wondering if I could be with a Tgirl and just enjoy their fem side. One afternoon I browsed the t4m section on CraigsList, looking for a Tgirl I might be comfortable with.
I saw an ad that caught my interest, "Tgirl seeking respectable straight man", which read:
"I'm looking for a nice straight gentleman who will appreciate what I have to offer. I'll make you feel better than you ever have and will do things your woman won't. Please, straight only – no gays or bi's"
That hooked me – I quickly dashed off an email to her, and in a few hours received a reply:
"Bill, you sound like the sort of man I've been seeking, and I truly hope you are sincere. Attached are some of my pictures. Please send me a face picture and tell me a little about yourself. –Melinda"
I looked at Melinda's pictures and saw a beautiful blue eyed girl with auburn hair, dressed in a sexy, yet tasteful way. She didn't look like a slut at all, and I began to wonder what it would be like with her. Soon I was hard thinking about her, so I replied, telling her I was looking for a relationship with a special person, and sent along a face picture. I hoped that I said the right words and that soon I would be with a nice Tgirl.
Shortly I received her reply, which included her telephone number. I quickly called her and she suggested that we meet for a drink at a nearby bar, to which I readily agreed.
I met her and was immediately taken by her beauty. We ordered drinks and after receiving them, Melinda hit me with the first difficult question, "So why are you interested in a girl like me?"
I should have expected this, but she caught me totally by surprise. I had no idea how to answer, so I bought some time while I thought of a suitable response.
"I'm really very nervous about this," I said, "and you are so beautiful that nobody would suspect that you are ..."
"Not a real woman?" Melinda countered.
"I didn't mean it that way," I said, trying to recover, "you look very real to me."
"And that is exactly the way I want to be treated," she said, "are you experienced with women?"
"Yes, I am," I replied, "I've been dating for a few years but have been disappointed."
"So why do you think it would be different with me?" Melinda asked.
The thoughts that came to mind just were not respectable, but I had to come up with something, so I responded, "Well, you just seem to be more ..."
"More feminine?" she asked.
I felt relieved and grabbed onto that answer, "Yes, you are much more feminine than any woman I have known!"
Melinda smiled and said, "girls like us really want to be feminine and take it really seriously. Many genetic women almost seem to suppress their femininity – perhaps because of feminism."
I felt relieved to have passed, and now countered with, "So why were you looking for a straight guy? Your ad said no gays or bi's – wouldn't they be a better match?"
"It might seem so at first," Melinda replied, "I suppose you don't know that much about Tgirls, but we really want to be women and want to be treated that way. I'm looking for a straight man who will treat me entirely as a woman."
"I intend to treat you entirely like a woman and only think of you in that way, I said, and timidly added, "but I am straight and not really interested in what is between your legs."
"That's wonderful!" Melinda declared, "I want us to be like any other straight couple."
Melinda asked if I would like to go see a movie and I agreed. We drove to a nearby movie theater, bought some tickets and seated ourselves in the back. I was holding her hand, scared and excited at the same time.
Soon we were kissing. I was a little tentative at first. The idea of kissing a man was revolting to me, but Melinda was no man. She looked, smelled and kissed like a beautiful woman, and it wasn't difficult at all to simply think of her as one.
I was getting aroused and soon had my hand up her skirt, touching the soft skin of her inner thigh. It seemed so natural for me to do this, but I suddenly stopped myself, realizing that if I continued it could spoil everything. Still, I held my hand their and went no further – everything was completely feminine so far.
Melinda put her hand on mine, and pulled it out from under her skirt, as if rescuing me. I took the hand that held mine and brought it to my lips, kissing it. Melinda leaned over to me and whispered, "I think I might have found the gentleman I've been looking for."
Hearing that brought me back down to earth. I was getting aroused being with her and was thinking about asking her for a blowjob, but decided against it. As I thought about it, I realized that most men probably think of girls like Melinda as "easy" and are just looking for a quick blowjob. It would be ungentlemanly to ask her for one.
In fact, I decided that it would be ungentlemanly to EVER ask her for a blowjob. She must know that men love that, and if she wants to do it, she will. Something about this special lady put me in a very different frame of mind -- she was very alluring get very classy and special at the same time -- the kind of girl a guy would want to take home to meet his family.
What the hell was I thinking? Bring home a girl with a dick to meet my family?! I'm a straight guy, not some perverted faggot.
Still, I was very attracted to her in a way that was different than I had ever experienced. Perhaps I was indeed onto something very special, and I wasn't going to let old prejudices ruin things.
I sat there holding Melinda's hand and occasionally stealing a kiss throughout the rest of the movie. After the movie I invited Melinda to go to dinner. She smiled the most beautiful smile and accepted.
We went to a nearby restaurant and had a nice dinner. The conversation was relaxed, and felt entirely natural.
"I really like your pretty smile, Melinda," I said, "I hope I can keep you smiling, because it is really nice to see."
"Most guys only seem to want one thing," she said, "but you seem different."
"Oh no," I replied, "I'm not that sort, especially with a classy lady like you!"
"Well actually, I do like intimacy as much as any guy," I confessed, "but that's not all."
"Oh?" queried Melinda, "what is that?"
"I want the whole girl!" I said. "the physical part can be wonderful, but I want your heart and mind as well."
"For a guy who is new to this," said Melinda, "you seem to know the right things to say. A lot of guys are lying bastards, so I hope you won't mind if it takes a little while to convince me."
"Yes, I've had to deal with fallout from those selfish bastards, so I know what you mean." I responded "I want you to feel completely safe with me."
Melinda smiled and put her hand on mine.
"I am nervous about one thing," I said, "if our relationship blossoms, as I hope it will, at some point we may want to share intimacy, and I'm not sure how that could work."
"If you keep an open mind, I'm sure we can make it work," Melinda replied, "but for now, being in a normal relationship with you is enough for me."
"I'm not entirely sure what this relationship will become," I confessed, "but I like being with you, and kissing you."
"You almost got carried away when you slipped your hand up my skirt," Melinda said, smiling.
"I wasn't thinking," I replied.
"Not with your big head, at least," she responded, "but you were able to regain control."
"Well, I don't really know where this is heading," I said, "but I do want to continue with you, and hope that you will understand if I make a few mistakes.
"I will be very understanding, dear," she replied, "you are the first straight man to get this far."
"What happened with the others?" I asked.
"There were three before you," she said, "and I was about to give up finding a nice straight man, until you came into my life."
"Two of them freaked out when we kissed," she continued, "making a really short date. The third seemed ok until I blew him, and then he got up and left in a hurry and I haven't heard from him since."
I smiled and said, "I'm glad I passed then."
Melinda smiled at me and invited me to her house, which I declined because it was getting late and I had to work the next day. Beyond that, I really didn't know what would happen if I did, and didn't want to spoil an otherwise wonderful evening.
Melinda smiled and told me to call her when I was ready to get together again, to which I agreed.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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