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Happy Hour
By r. gold
It had been a long day and I decided I needed a drink.
Fortunately, there was a T friendly bar only two blocks
from my offices.
I hated to walk too far in high heels and a tight skirt,
but the day had gone badly. No new customers, no leads,
not a whole lot to be wasting my time over. Since I now
owned the company and employed four people, it was my job
to drum up business. I hated spinning wheels worse than
anything.
I pictured the cool quiet of the bar and the ice cold
feeling that the alcohol would have as it slid slowly down
my throat. Almost erotic. Erotic would be nice, too. I
hadn't been with anyone for about two months and even with
my depressed hormonal activity, I occasionally hungered
for a little nurturing.
Walking across a couple of blocks at quitting time lifted
my spirits. I loved to catch guys eyeing me, those sideway
glances. I knew that my tailored suit jacket and lacy
camisole revealed enough cleavage. I could feel the short
skirt hugging my generous ass. My long legs encased in
stockings, walking on three-inch fuck me pumps completed
the statement. I enjoyed everyone looking at me. It was my
joy to be someone's fantasy pin-up. It was everything I
had worked for over the years.
I slipped into G.Benders. The name was an inside joke.
Happy hour and everyone took the name to be some
executive, some yuppie...Mr. G. Benders. Hah, little did
they realise that when it got dark and the strange came
out to play, the G.Benders meant Gender Benders. This club
attracted people with different tastes from the norm.
Here, I could feel at home. Here, I ruled.
My taste was anything beautiful. If I had a choice between
a mongrel or a pedigree, I also took the best of breed. I
enjoyed good clothes, sensuous women, handsome men, and
the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Remember that goof?
Robin Leech announcing, here we are at the beautiful
Beverly Hills home of yada, yada. I grew up on that
pabulum. It was my mother's milk. I assumed you couldn't
be happy unless you were one of the A list.
Course, growing up for me hadn't been easy. I was the runt
of the litter. I never stood up to a fight, but ran like
hell. After a while, it was easier playing with the girls
than wrestling with the boys. I heard it all. Sissy, fag,
queer. Maybe the names finally made me what I was. I was
more girl than boy. I was sensitive, caring, loving, and
meant well. I wouldn't hurt anyone or anything. This was
what I was. So be it. I was all those names and more.
Later, the names progressed to transvestite, then
transsexual. I heard them all as I worked my way through
college. I danced, I stripped, I did lap dances and yes,
swapped cash for sex. Not proud, but I set out to be free
of all others and I reached my goal.
By the time I was twenty-one, I had a job. I punched
numbers all day as a certified public accountant. I did my
work well. I was caring, painstakingly accurate, and
dedicated. I made money. I lived frugally. After five
years of hormones and blockers, I had several plastic
surgeries that brought my body in line with my mind.
Now when I looked in the mirror, I saw a reflection of my
mind's eye. I saw a beautiful woman. My lightened hair, my
high cheekbones, my pouty lips, my long smooth neck, and
my ample breasts all had been purchased by working hard at
tax time.
At twenty-five, I was the beautiful woman I had dreamed of
becoming. While I had not had the ultimate surgery, I
believed myself to be female. It was unfortunate that
other people still believed my penis determined everything
about me. I was not ready for that huge amount of surgical
cutting and the post trauma of all that scar tissue.
I did not require as much sexual activity as the average
man or woman. The mix of chemicals in my body depressed my
needs. I enjoyed sex but I could live without it and not
feel depressed.
Maybe tonight I'd get lucky.
I could only troll at certain places. Not all bars and not
all guys were mine for the taking. My ultimate fear was
some person freaking out over my dick, wondering what it
was doing between a woman's legs. I had been beaten by
dykes and weight lifters whom had not gotten my message of
being transgendered. But, after a few experiences in the
emergency room, I only picked up people who knew I was a
transsexual.
I sat on a stool across from the door. This way, I could
sip my drink and watch whoever was entering. I had time to
size them up before they saw me. Coming in from the bright
light made everyone look like deer caught in headlights.
There were some potential subjects for my sexual
experimenting. I really only watched solos coming in. My
days of groups, taking trains, large gangbangs were over.
These days, I was looking for a relationship, even if it
only lasted the night. I needed more than the sex. I
needed more than a superficial affirmation of my
femininity. I needed contact with another person.
I watched one woman come into the bar. She looked athletic
and slightly gay. She had shorter hair, jeans and a tee
shirt, too many earrings and rings. She had very little
makeup on but was a real beauty. While her clothes hid her
figure, it was obvious that she was sexy.
She took a seat allowing me to look her over carefully.
After she ordered her drink, she looked around the bar and
smiled at me. I smiled back. When her drink came, I
motioned her to come over and sit by me.
As she walked across to my stool, I thought of all the
clever things I could say to her. I settled for hi. We
talked for a while and found we had a lot in common. We
had grown up in small towns. We had experienced early
sexual awakenings to our sinful difference. We had both
gone to college and were both successful but detached from
society.
After a few drinks and an hour of conversation, I told her
that I was attracted to her, but that there was a problem.
She raised an eyebrow in questioning. I came right out and
told her that genetically I was born a male.
She finished her drink quickly. I thought she was getting
ready to sprint off until she turned to me and asked me if
she could buy me another. I suggested that we get some
food before I passed out. She laughed and it was the most
beautiful sound I had ever heard. I took a deep breath
knowing that this beautiful girl was accepting me.
We agreed on Thai and walked until we found a cab. As we
were riding in the cab, Jill learned over and kissed me. I
opened my mouth and returned the kiss. I started nibbling
her lower lip and allowing my hands to run along her neck
and shoulders. When the cab lurched to a stop, Jill
suggested we go to her place first and get something to
eat afterwards.
The cabbie almost let us ride for free. We gave him quite
a show in the back seat. Jill was all over me and I freely
allowed her to touch me everywhere. I always made sure I
tucked myself very firmly each day.
But, as Jill's hands lifted up my skirt and pulled my
panties to the side, I allowed her to pull me out of my
constricted gaff.
Since she was wearing jeans, I settled for squeezing her
breasts, nibbling her nipples and pushing my hand between
her legs.
We barely made it to her apartment. While I was settling
the cab, she ran ahead and unlocked the door. Jill lived
in a brownstone walk up. She had the second floor
apartment in the rear. We stopped in the living room and
undressed each other.
I was taller and thinner. She was shorter and softer. But
lying down, everything came out even. I had my head buried
between her legs and my hands spreading her and caressing
her buttocks, licking her asshole. She had my dick and
balls in her mouth and almost all of her hand in my ass.
She was orgasming like crazy. I knew I had taken her over
the edge at least four times. Personally, I had not cum in
years. I simply seeped clear fluid when I got turned on.
Instead I settled for a warm glow of contentment
throughout my body. But, tonight I was bucking like a
bronco and actually experienced an orgasm throughout my
entire groin area. I started to cum in spurts out my dick
and my prostate and asshole felt like they were spasming
forever. I know I blacked out and afterwards had a lot of
trouble getting my eyes open.
When I came to, Jill was staring at me, grinning. She knew
that she was responsible for my orgasm. I reached up and
pulled her down to me, nuzzling her throat, kissing her
lips, telling her how good it had been.
She told me we needed to shower before we went out. She
was right. I had covered her with my saliva and cum. Her
juices were all over my face, neck, and breasts.
We would have looked like two women showering except that
Jill kept grabbing my dick and soaping it up. I couldn't
stop laughing and grinning. I knew I was in lust and told
her so.
All she did was grin. We dried each other off. I borrowed
a pair of shorts and a tee shirt from her. I squeezed into
her sandals. I pulled my hair back and left off the
makeup. We went out and got something to eat.
After we got back, we played some more and fell asleep in
each other's arms.
It was such a nice Happy Hour.
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