Who Is Training Who?

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….