A short little tale of my own. Was single, innocent, naive & living & working in Hillbrow, Johannesburg in the early 90's. Loved walking around the area at night to people watch. One late afternoon outside an apartment block dust began to irritate my eyes & the contacts I was wearing (very bloody painful). A female voice called from above, asking whether I'd like to rinse my eyes in her bathroom. Due to my bleary vision I couldn't make out much of the lady & honestly didn't care at that moment. She buzzed me in & met me at her door. My angel of mercy quickly led me to a basin where I could rinse out my eyes & lenses before popping them back in.
Once my sight was properly restored I took in my surroundings & my host. The place was tastefully but sparsely decorated but the brunet was like me of average looks, though a little taller & wearing a knotted scarf, blouse, skirt & low heeled shoes.
Alice kindly offered me a drink & I humbly accepted a mug of instant coffee. We chatted, laughed a lot & somehow 'connected'. Hours later I stood to leave but the lady asked me to stay a little longer. She felt like the company since her flatmate would be working late.
I hesitated & Alice stepped up to me & bent her head to kiss my doubts away. All resistance crumbled & I was meekly led to her bedroom, where she undressed me & asked me to lay on her bed.
"Would you have a problem having sex with a transsexual?" Alice asked as she disrobed.
I honestly had no clue what that was & told her so.
By then she was down to the scarf, bra & panties & my cock was so hard I thought I might prematurely ejaculate.
She chuckled & carefully explained what she was & what she was yearning to become after her final operations.
"But you are a woman as far as I can tell", was my sincere reply, despite her not having taken off her panty yet.
