A One Night Stand for Tranny G

Chris explained that after my last visit, Tranny G existed whenever Chris did not. G came alive and Chris was slowly left behind to work full time, and he wanted to reassure me that my time with him was welcome as he needed to do something for himself. Tranny G took all his time and his pleasure away. I listened while quietly weeping, trying to grasp what seemed inconceivable at first. I know he was trying to reassure me and I had to hear the story to understand the importance. This was not about me or a means to hurt me. It was something that Tranny G had secretly wished for - a strong, protective man who would love her for her beauty and mind and accept her for herself and take care of her. It is true - every woman wants a strong man to love her and protect her and indulge her. Perfection in mind, body and soul. Tranny G with her rare qualities was a natural magnet for men, but how did she find the right man so quickly?

Chris explained that G began driving for the first time, and shopping for herself, and existing among people. She never had curious stares by people who thought she was a man in drag. I knew she was a stunning, long-legged blonde beauty and an energy that entranced. I knew it took courage on her part to venture in public on her own. Chris said she went to a tranny bar alone one night, mustering all her courage and confidence. She had been at a store and she saw some guys snicker. I knew she feared she would not pass. Tranny G sat alone at the bar, occasionally sipping her drink and peeking to see the other trannies and the men in the bar. Some of the men tried to engage her in conversation but she was too nervous to speak and they slowly went away.

Late that night a very tall man entered the bar. He had thick black hair, perfect jeans and ass, with a button-down white shirt exposing enough of his broad chest to drive any woman or man wild with desire. He towered well over six feet - taller than all the trannies in their spike heeled shoes. He had a presence that could not be missed as he entered the bar. Seemed the music had stopped and all eyes were on him and he strode slowly with confidence to the bar to order a drink. He seemed the only man who ordered a beer that night.