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Let me tell you one of my fetishes. I do like shemale porn, but only if they looked very feminine and not the ones looking like cross-dressers. Let me challenge you to guess my age. During one of my hopeless days, I came across this person in social media, she was a trans-woman.
She spoke very nicely and sensibly. We exchanged numbers and texted for some days, got to know each other. One day she herself asked for a meet. I too was interested and said okay to it. We decided to meet in a mall. She looked really good in photos but who actually looks as good in real life?
So I was very eager to meet her. On the day of the meet, I got ready and reached well on time. She too was punctual. I must tell you she was really as good as how she looked in the photos. You can’t mistake her for a male who got dressed up in female attire. Even her voice was feminine.
She wore a simple kurti and looked like any other girl in the mall without any weird makeups you’d expect from a typical shemale. We sat down in food-court and spoke for a while. During the talks, I asked her a number of uncomfortable questions out of curiosity but she answered it all very calmly.
For instance, I asked which toilet she uses in the public and she replied, “Whichever that is working,” with a smile. The conversation I had with her further changed my opinion on transgender people. She even wanted to pay for the entire food we ordered. But we ended up sharing the bill.
In a way, I could sense feminine, as well as masculine gestures. Overall she was shy but also seemed comfortable talking to me. Her body language and movements were all how you’d expect from a typical shy girl. The more time I spent with her the more curious I got to know much more about her.
I even doubted if she fooled me saying she was a trans-woman. After the talks, we went to a theater in the same mall. But I couldn’t focus much on the screen and often kept looking at her like how a newborn would. This was all a new experience for me. I felt like I was in a different world.
My interest in her now went beyond sex. I started looking at her as a girl, observing each of her actions. Whenever there was a joke in the movie I looked at her secretly without being noticed just to capture her natural reactions. I must say it was all very cute and girlish.
During the intermission, she gave a cute sigh and kept talking with a smiling face about the movie. I didn’t really pay attention to her but kept staring at her lips saying, “Hmmm, hmm.” She realized this and asked, “Shall we go get something?”
Me: “Yeah sure.”
When she got up, I caught her wrist and held on to it till we reached the aisle. The queue in the food-court was very long. As we were waiting she turned around and said, “Thanks.” I was like, “Why?”
She: “I never went out with a guy for the fear of getting abused. You are really being nice to me. So thanks for making me feel comfortable.”
This actually surprised me. I thought I asked a lot of uncomfortable questions and wanted to smooth it out, but this came as a relief.
I also felt bad wondering the number of abuses she should have faced to consider my questions harmless. The movie got over. As we were walking out, she told it was her birthday and thanked me for making it memorable. That was really unexpected.
Me: “Wow really? OMG, why didn’t you tell this before?”
She gave a shy smile saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Me: “Many more happy returns!”
Her: “So kind of you.Thank you so much! But I have to go now. My friends will be waiting for the celebration.”
Me: “Am I not invited?”
She: (with a smile) Hmm it is a female hostel. So.”
Me: “Okay. How will you go from here? Can I drop you at your place?”
She: “I’ll book a cab. Oh? So you want to know where I live.”
Me: “Not exactly, just to make it easier for you.”
She: Okay, but will you drop me a bit away so that my friends won’t see it?”
Me: “Yeah sure. No problem.”
We got in, and while driving I was all the time wondering what I can get for her. I really wanted to stop near a shop. But it won’t be nice to take her along while getting a present for her. Also, her hostel was not far from the mall so I was not left with many options.
As we neared the hostel she said, “Stop! I’ll get down here.” I stopped the car. She adjusted herself and when she turned towards me I held her hand.
Me: “Hey.Thanks for spending your birthday evening with me. But I don’t have anything to present to you. Can I kiss you?”
She: “What? Are you serious? Don’t be crazy! We barely know each other. So all these kind gestures just for this?”
(I felt really bad)
ME: “I’m sorry! No, I just. Okay, I am really sorry.”
She: “Fine!” (10-second silence) “Look, let me not leave you disappointed. But Just one kiss on my cheek, okay?”
Me: Wow! I did actually mean a kiss on the cheeks only.”
(She was staring at me and remained seated without moving an inch.)
Me: “Hey? At least come a bit closer if you really meant it.”
She gave a faint smile and came a bit closer to me. As I was getting closer she moved away and kept doing it playfully. This got us both excited in this little game of fooling me. We giggled, beat each other playfully and laughed.
In the excitation, I thought this was the chance and held her face tightly and gave a forceful lip kiss. She, however, wasn’t giving in. I kissed for just a few seconds but she pushed me away, breathing heavily and went silent. She regained her composure and said, “Okay bye. good night,” with a dull face, and left.
Actually, our entire drama was recorded in my dash-cam inadvertently. I texted her as soon as she left the car but I got no replies back. I really felt bad for having kissed her forcefully and feared for having lost a nice person.
The next day evening she replied – “It’s okay. NP.”
I tried to smooth it by prolonging the conversation. But she just gave one-word replies. I too felt awkward and didn’t want to extend the conversation. Although I liked her company I wasn’t really interested in having a long-term relationship with her. However, I did send a rose bouquet that day to her hostel.
Even for that, she replied with a simple “Thank You.” At this point, I thought of moving on instead of constantly prying on her. I also felt a bit weird to think of having kissed a trans-woman and wondered if I became gay or bisexual. I quickly turned on laptop to check, searched for gay porn and the result was negative.
Guys if you like shemale porn, you are not gay. It was just her feminine attributes that attracted me. I thought her episode was over and wanted to move on. I got in contact with some more girls online but they were all from other districts and so I ruled them out.
Back home these women (my cook and maid) were having a good time with a lot of independence. I was mostly inside my room or away from my house. I doubted some mischiefs happening when I was away. So I wanted to watch their activities. I gave them a vacation break to go on a tour.
But they decided to visit their hometowns. This gave me more free time at home. I got the interior of my villa modified, got some IR lights fixed at several places in ceiling and also some HD CCTV cameras at unsuspecting locations. During the little shopping, I came across mirror sprays.
This gave me an idea to get some 1-way mirrors. It was a bit tricky to get it according to my requirements but I finally got some. I replaced the mirror in the cook’s bathroom and a cam behind it. Because this was a nasty thing I got it done myself. I had to scoop into the wall to make way for the camera.
It was a tiresome work but worth it. The satisfaction after fixing it got me so excited. To talk about the cook, she was definitely pretty with a mature face; a single mom with a male baby. She was the sister of my driver when I was in Assam. I love her Asian-look and the innocence on her face.
She was short and chubby but very curvy. Fixing the cam got me back the adventurous guy I used to be. I got a new-found interest in her which I previously didn’t have. Yet there were 2 more days for these women to come home. The house was totally free.
My thoughts were exactly like a typical teenaged guy – ‘make the fullest use of being home alone’. I texted the trans-girl Shoba asking if she was free, but she was in her office. She immediately called to say she was busy and can’t text. I expressed my loneliness and asked if she can come here.
But she kept saying the same thing. She ended the call and texted, “Catch you later, sorry gtg.” I got so pissed off that I deleted her contact and decided to ignore her altogether. What else to do, I jerked off like hell and slept skipping my food.
I woke up to a calling bell. When I went to look out, it was her, Shoba, at the door. I wondered how she got my address and thought if I should even open the door. But I did open.
Shoba: “Didn’t expect me? I would have waited here sitting had you gone out”
Me: “Oh? Is this how you surprise? Please come in.” (I gestured her to come in)
Shoba wore white salwar stuck to body. Man, She was really curvy and thick. She still had her office ID on her. I took the card off the tag but she didn’t allow me to see it and tried to take it back.
Shoba: “I don’t wish to have a fight now. Just give it back dude. What is there to see in it?”
Me: “Why not? Are there any secrets you want to hide from me?”
Shoba: “What you mean secrets? Why should I hide anything? What am I gonna gain if I hide from you?”
Me: “Ok ok relax.”
She got a little upset and became silent.
Me: “Okay I am sorry. Should I fall on your feet?”
Shoba: “I don’t want anyone to do that nor will I do. I have self-respect. I was never open with anyone but you. I think I shouldn’t have come here.”
She pretended like she was leaving and took off from the sofa. I hugged her from behind which got her shell-shocked. She froze with an open mouth and turned around.
Shoba: “What are you doing? Is this how you treat a girl who trusts you and comes to your house?”
Me: “What did I do? I just tried to stop you, nothing else.”
At this point, I got frightened when a thought crossed my mind, ‘What if she fakes harassment to get me under her hold?’ So I didn’t talk anything to not let this blow out of proportion. In fact, I felt her reaction to the hug was more than what I expected, an exaggeration.
Shoba: “You really scare me doing all these, dude. You think I am a fool to fall in love and expect you to propose me? I know no man will want me. Although I’m a girl and feel like a girl, I’m impotent. So stop playing with my feelings teasing like this. You thought you can take more privilege because I am a trans-woman?”
I just listened and gave a blank reaction.
Shoba: “I know the meaning for this silence. Let’s remain friends and stay within limits! Do not touch me if you can’t touch me the same way you touch any other woman on a road.
Me: “Hmm! Okay, you prefer juice or hot drinks?”
Shoba: “Neither!”
I smiled and took her to the kitchen.
Me: “So how did you know my house?”
Shoba: “It was in the invoice of the bouquet you sent me.”
(I was looking to make coffee)
Shoba: “What are you searching for?”
Me: “Sugar!”
Shoba: “Is this really your house?” Lol.
Me: “I don’t come inside the kitchen. I have a cook but she went on a vacation.”
Shoba: “Hmmmm!”
She too joined me in the search.
Shoba: “But why sugar?”
Me: “To make you some coffee?”
Shoba: “I don’t like coffee, but if you are having I’ll join.”
She got engaged in preparing. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Multiple thoughts were running through my head. (Why am I getting attracted to her? What if she has a dick! Will she want to fuck my ass? OMG!) I actually let out a faint ‘OMG.’
She asked, “What happened?” I smiled sheepishly and said, “No. Nothing, nothing.” As she was preparing I saw her hands. It looked soft, and her skin was flawless with an even tone. Bright red polish on her long nails. Even her ass was bulging out in the side view which not many girls have.
However, her boobs were small. I really wanted to ask if she got her sex-correction surgery done. But realized that wasn’t the right occasion or even appropriate to ask. She knew I was checking her out and asked, “What’s going on in your mind?” without looking at me.
Me: “Why? Nothing.”
I then slowly inched closer to her which she definitely noticed. In the pretext of helping I touched her hand a little bit to get the feel of her soft skin. She was conscious of my actions and intentions but didn’t say anything. I then moved behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder.
She stopped doing what she was doing. I kissed her neck and rubbed my lips and dragged towards her ears. She closed her eyes and shivered a bit. She was enjoying. But she was also pushing her elbow backward to move me away although without much force.
I moved my hands over her clothes and went to her crotch and rubbed it. It was vacant! Yes, no dick! This didn’t go well with her. She turned around swiftly and pushed me away.
Shoba: “I just told you something a while ago! Yet you still want to play with my feelings right?”
Me: “Hey relax. Don’t take things too seriously. You are too gorgeous, I couldn’t control myself.”
Shoba: “I know what for you took your hands there. Is that what you wanted to know? Yes, I have the surgery done.”
(Total silence)
Shoba: “You keep messing me about my sexuality, this hurts me.”
Me: “Hey hey relax, will you?”
(I took her by hand to the hall and we both sat on the sofa.)
Me: “Look! Frankly, this is all a totally new experience for me. I haven’t seen a trans-woman as beautiful as you are off the internet. I am attracted to you.
Me: “All my life goals disappeared the moment my wife passed away. So it is just the decisions I take momentarily that matters to me. This is how I have been living since her demise. Let us just hang out. If we really like each other then we can think of other things?”
Me: “This is not like an experiment I am trying on you. I would have said the same thing even if you were a biological girl.”
She listened silently and said, “Will think of it. Now I’ll have to go.”
She left the house leaving the ID card. Just as she left I realized it was with me and called her back. When she came in, I took her tag to put the card in. But she gasped a bit thinking I was trying to touch her boobs.
She: “Thanks. Shall I leave?”
Me: “No. Stay here for a while. Maybe until tomorrow?”
She: “What? No way. I’m leaving now. Bye.”
As she was about to turn around, I caught her shoulders, pushed her against the wall and gave a liplock. She was reciprocating and moaning as she started breathing heavily. Her body got heated up real quick. She closed her eyes and went to a different world.
As I continued sucking her lips she dug her nails into my shoulders and scratched the back of my neck. I took her off the floor catching the back of her thighs and dropped her gently on the sofa. I kept kissing her neck and randomly all over her face. She kept calling my name faintly while moaning.
I pushed my finger into her salwar, removed the knot and went straight to her pussy. Yes, pussy! It felt very much like pussy although without labia. She was all wet down there. I kept rubbing and fingering her. But she resisted when I tried to take her salwar pant completely off.
So I moved to her boobs and struggled to take it out. I even tried to take her top off, but she resisted and got back her senses. She opened her eyes and struggled to push me away and got off from the sofa.
Her: “Happy? Got what you wanted?”
I just smiled mischievously staring at her.
Shoba: “I too shouldn’t have given in. Let this be the 1st and last time. If we are meeting, it should be in public places only. Bye! Good night.”
And she left. To be continued. For feedbacks on narration mail me at
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