Most of the tranny’s I know are shemales. Males that wish to be feminine. Very rarely do I meet a female that has been emasculated.
Jay is such a perfect male specimen. I would never have believed that he was once a female. He is tall and broad, muscular beyond belief and so very attractive.
We went out together as friends last night and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. My thoughts wondered endlessly about how he must look with out his well tailored clothes on.
My dick stayed hard all night while I watched him approach girly-girl after girly-girl. he seemed to be attracted to blondes. I happened to be one. I wondered how drunk I would have to get him in order to get him to notice me. I know that he is not interested in shemales and that he really wants a girly girly. But it isn’t until he is rather tipsy that I discover the truth.
He wants a beautiful girl that is super fem but not for the reasons I thought. He wants to make her more male. To strip her of every ounce of femininity that she has. He wants to take the wiggle out of her walk, the giggle out of her talk. He wants to cut her hair in a short bob and remove any semblance of a breast she may have.
At first I thought this was a bit crazy. I wasn’t sure how to take it or what to make of it at all. And then he explained that once he became a man and after all the hard work to perfect his walk his talk his physique that he created a monster of sorts. He now has the uncontrollable urge to take girls that are like what he once was and transform them into beautiful, attractive, masculine men. He knows how a woman’s mind works, he was once one and was privy to all the girl talk he could stomach. He knows that if he treats her right, says the right words, does the right things, she will gladly submit to his every desire.
It is sinister and evil and yet deliriously intriguing all at the same time!
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As soon as I met Erica I could feel the attraction between us. She was one hot bitch. All though there are times when I enjoy a good roleplay that calls for me to be a dominant tranny, most of the time I am submissive. When Erica walked in the room her dominance seeped from her pours and you could almost smell it in the air. My body responded instantly to it and I had to meet her. I continued to mingle until I saw her talking to a casual acquaintance across the room. A sissy that I had known for a long time that hadn’t decided if she wanted to actually have transgender surgery or just live as a sissy. Saul was in her Sally persona and seemed to be coyly flirting with this stunning beauty. I felt a pang of jealousy as I made my way across the room towards them. Sally embraced me and introduced us right off. I felt a shiver run up my spine when Erica looked me up and down. As the night wore on and the drink flowed more freely, the flirting became more intense and eventually I invited Erica back to my place. It didn’t take me long to discover that she was a sissy trainer and that she figured since I had a dick and lived as a woman that I must be a sissy and she was going to train me. There is a big difference between a tranny, even a submissive one and a sissy. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if I was actually offended, but I felt challenged in a way. When I excused myself to “get more comfortable” for the evening, I decided to slip into my dominant roll. Needless to say it was a very interesting evening….
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