TRANS-SEX IN THE CITY!

Regardless of your gender or sexual orientation, one immutable fact continues to plague everybody who’s looking for love in all the wrong places. It seems almost impossible to find! Once again Dollar Bill reveals in no uncertain terms that even the most gorgeous, racked and packed she male still struggles to find the ultimate romantic connection in her very own soap opera appropriately named “Trans-sex In The City.”

Running the gauntlet of transsexuality is an especially precarious pursuit for those in the life, especially when it comes to finding true love and romance. For things aren’t always what they seem when a girl hits a mixed club to find a hot and straight stud. As I’ve mentioned before, she males aren’t interested in homosexual men. They want a straight man to love. But while they still have their dicks (most aspire to lose theirs eventually for the perfect man) finding that straight man can be especially difficult.

I mean...can you imagine what would happen if a guy with a pussy instead of a dick went to a club, picked up a woman, and then brought her home for sex? In the majority of cases, the girl wouldn’t be real happy to find that her stud-to-be had nothing between his legs. Well, the same can be said for transsexuals whose one-night-standers are expecting a pussy at the moment of consummation.

On several occasions I’ve spoken to she males who have confessed tales from the club world and exactly how they go about finding true love with someone they actually want to have sex with - as opposed to somebody who pays them. That’s not to say that all clients of she males are unattractive. And indeed, I know girls who have turned clients into live-in boyfriends. But as with natural females, rarely is the guy who’s paying them for their time the same guy they would like to hang out with and have sex with for free.

And so when the work day is done, the girls (female or she male) will often go clubbing, looking for love and romance in a very liquor and drug-induced after midnight nether world. As anybody who’s gone clubbing knows, the aforementioned subculture is an eclectic mix of straight, bi and homosexual men and women who DON’T wear any labels revealing their sexual orientation.

The games begin as the crowd mingles. Picture this: Miss Honey is dressed to the nines, high heels, Calvin Klein, Gucci and whatever setting off her burgeoning double d’s, phat booty and long legs. Mr. heterosexual gets one look and it’s a wrap. He’s got to have her. The two bob and weave and flirt with the she male titillating the guy’s boner. They both want to run home and fuck right then and there...but she has another idea. If the guy’s a cocksucker - but cute - she may take him home just to have some hot sex. But if he appears to be straight and longing for some deep wet pussy to fill...that’s another story entirely. This relationship must be cultivated. And for two reasons.

First, he’s a straight man - which puts him at a premium because she males don’t want homosexual men in the first place. And second, quick first night sex with a hetero guy could bring a beating at the moment of truth - or just as likely an “Excuse me, I have to go,” at that same operative moment.

Generally, the she male will feel the vibrations and control the situation appropriately. Most of the time, a little dance floor grind (she’s usually taped so he can’t feel anything) and an exchange of numbers, followed by numerous phone calls or dates will ensue, the theory being that eventually, the guy will become so “open” on the girl he just won’t care that she has a dick. Just so he can hug and kiss and suck her tits and get his dick sucked, eventually the love he feels for the girl will convince him to suck her dick, or fuck her in the ass simply to satisfy his partner.

Or if the she male just can’t wait (as in one case), she’ll bring the guy home and blow his brains out (sexually that is), or give him a fabulous titty fuck, feigning her femininity with the excuse that she’s having her period while still having the opportunity to enjoy his company.

Of course, there’s another side to this equation. The cagey bisexual hound dog on the prowl knows about all this drama and will often pretend to be a completely clueless and heterosexual man because he knows that’s what the she male wants. And so he’ll play the game - and the tranny - just to get what HE wants. Imagine a guy who totally knows what time it is, gawking at the she male’s throbbing member, and then “nervously” diving, sucking virginally when in fact it’s the 1000th dick he’s blown in the last week unbeknownst to the she male.

She’s smitten; there’s nothing like turning a “straight man” for a she male. And he has his hand out when she comes home from work after making hundreds or thousands from clients for whom she has no feelings. Pursuing trans-sex in the city truly is a gauntlet not for the faint of heart.

One girl who I met at a party and thought was a female eventually confided in me on several fronts. She knew I thought she was a fabulous female when I met her and that had she been a born-female, I would have been first in line for some pussy. Her complaint was that all the guys she was dating recreationally were straight and that her relationships were most unsatisfying because the sex basically consisted of her blowing them. And that was it. I’d had a fantasy about getting blown by this girl (what the hell) but when I heard her dilemma, my boner went south immediately. She was a friend of a friend (a female) and I figured if I displayed myself as yet another straight guy who just wanted to get his dick sucked by a pretty girl, my reputation might have gone even farther south than my boner. Apparently, sometimes the transsexual’s desire for a straight man can get in the way of her sexual satisfaction. If I were in love with a female and all she would let me do sexually was suck her pussy, I wouldn’t be a very happy camper either.

But on the other hand, another of my clients related a story which revealed that she really had turned a virgin into a lifelong cocksucker just by virtue of being totally attractive and seductive to the point that the guy really didn’t care. Just so he could be intimate with the “girl” he’d fallen in love with, sucking a cock seemed like a small leap.

And so it goes with trans-sex in the Big Apple. There are a million lonely stories in the naked city. And not all of them involve heterosexuals or even homosexuals. In the 21st century, the modern world they involve transsexuals as well.