And then it was the thing that many other girls like her hated but she’d learned to live with it. She still had what she called her ‘girlcock’. She thought that, one day in the future, she’d perhaps get surgery so she’d not see it any longer, but there was part of her that simply accepted her body as it was. She’d only got the breasts because it’s what she wanted. She’d had other minor surgeries because it’s what she wanted. She didn’t care what other women like her did to their bodies. She lived by the theory that her girlcock didn’t define her nor her femininity.
The only problem with not changing herself is that most men who might have been interested in her would freak the fuck out when they learned she still had the same genitalia as them. For most potential partners, that was simply something they couldn’t comprehend. And for her own safety, she’d only ever admitted to a partner in a public place, usually with a friend or two to support, somewhere she’d feel safe admitting she was transgender. She’d heard of more than one horror story of a secret being shared with subsequent police investigations and hospital stays.
“Probably jerk off before bed,” she muttered to herself before stepping into the shower. Like any young woman, she had a libido and masturbating the ‘old way’ didn’t bother her. She didn’t cum as much as a man, the consistency and thickness was different, but she could still get hard quite easily. No interest in being a top with a man as she thought of herself as a woman. The man should make love to her. That didn’t mean she was passive though.
And it didn’t stop a possible lover from playing with her girlcock while they were making love. The boyfriend prior to her last had enjoyed going down on her. And, if she was honest, she had enjoyed being on the receiving end of oral sex. It made her feel special.
The next couple of days were a repeat of that day. Wake up, breakfast, shower, dress, travel to work, eight hours at the office, including lunch, travel home, dinner, chill out, shower, bed. Her parents or siblings would call. She’d constantly message her best friends. She loved taking selfies in the mirror. She would browse the internet for things to buy.
On Friday night, her best friend, Alexa, dropped by to share a bottle of wine, chat about their week, discuss their plans for the next evening, and just enjoy the company of each other. The two women had known each other for well over a decade. Her best friend was an over six-foot tall Amazonian. Or that’s what Cindy thought of her anyway. Long dark red hair. A pair of gorgeous green eyes. She had big fake tits, a real arse that you could bounce a dollar coin off, the sort of curves you’d love to drive a sportscar on, and she knew she also nursed a big, thick cock between her legs.
Alexa was a target for what were usually known as ‘chasers’. Unlike Cindy, Alexa loved the attention, and had no problem taking a different man home at the end of most evenings out. She would regale Cindy with stories of her nights when she’d fuck a man and leave them either begging for more, or regretting their decision the morning after, usually moaning about having a sore bottom.
“We both get what we want. They get to experience a night with a dominant transwoman, and I usually get to fuck a tight virgin arse,” Alexa would state nearly every single time Cindy would question her, then she’d make a gesture at her groin, “Let’s be honest, Cindy, you’ve seen this thing between my legs. It would be a shame to get rid of it, right? I know I’m a woman and fuck what anyone else thinks.” Alexa would then cuddle into her, and Cindy always felt tiny when Alexa wrapped a long arm around her. “I know it’s different to you, sweetie,” she’d add softly, “But you’re still my best friend and I love you to bits. It was only thanks to you that I had the courage to go through with it all.”
That Friday evening, Alexa was in fine form, telling her a story about one of her co-workers who suspected she was trans and almost going out of his way to find out if she was or not. Like Cindy, Alexa was simply another woman at the office, but her tall frame did make her stand out, and if she was honest, Alexa was a little broader than the average woman. Put Alexa in heels and she would tower over many men at the same time.
The one thing Cindy knew is that Alexa turned heads wherever she went. She was a force of nature and Cindy loved being swept up alongside her. She made life interesting and a hell of a lot of fun.
“He should be glad I don’t haul him in front of HR for trying to follow me into the bathroom,” she stated, “But I thought I’d have some fun with him in return. We had to take the elevator to the ground floor and it was rather crowded. Made sure I stood behind him as he ended up pressed against me. Now, in my heels, he’s around three or four inches shorter.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I just thought of the last small man who wanted to take on Alexa and it got me nice and hard very quickly. And let’s just say my new friend felt it. The look in his eyes when he glanced back at me was one of fear. Leaning down to his ear, I almost nibbled his earlobe. ‘Like what you feel?’ I asked. What almost made me smile is that he gulped but nodded.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered to me, ‘I was curious, and I thought… I’m sorry.’ Thing is, Cindy, I was left thinking he was genuine. So I suggested we have coffee today at lunch and he’d explain to me what the hell he was doing. He said he wasn’t following me in there, he just wanted to talk, but he’s interested in me but also nervous about trying to approach me. I know the sort of demeanour I can give away at times.”
“So what did you say to him?”
“Cindy, I’ll admit, the guy is very cute. And he’s also very young.”
“How young?”
“Nineteen. Explains why he’s awkward. Never dealt with a woman like me.”
“Will you do anything with him or just warn him off?”
“I haven’t been with a boy that young in a long time. As I said, he cute and while he’s gone about it all wrong, I’ll admit, part of me would perhaps enjoy breaking him in.”
“Is he a chaser?”
“I don’t think he is, Cindy. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s interested in me because I’m a woman and also trans, and I don’t particularly hide who I am. I’m out there and don’t give a fuck. And I’m left thinking I won’t just be another notch.” Cindy felt her friend cuddle her again. “I know it still hurts, sweetie,” her best friend whispered, “But I think you need to get back on the bike soon. You can’t keep living your life alone.”
“I find it difficult trusting anyone after what happened last time, Alexa. And you know that wasn’t the first time someone used me then dumped me.” She had to wipe her cheeks, feeling her friend wrap both arms around her, holding her tight. “I just want a man to love me for me. Is that too much to ask?”
“He’s out there, Cindy. But you have to be looking for him, otherwise he might just pass right by you.”
Alexa stayed until near midnight, Cindy escorting her friend downstairs when the taxi arrived. Sharing one last hug, they wished each other goodnight and exchanged words of love. They always told each other they loved each other. Alexa didn’t have any siblings so Cindy was the sister she always wished she had. Cindy loved Alexa for the woman she was and hoped she’d never change.
Saturday was always the day to get things done around the apartment. Doing laundry. Going grocery shopping. Cleaning the apartment. All the things she couldn’t really be bothered during the week, and Sunday was the day of rest. Or to recover from a hangover. Giggling to herself, she would admit it was usually both, particularly after a night out with the girls.
They kept in touch all day as they exchanged photos of outfits they planned to wear that evening. Cindy would admit to have various different styles. Taking Alexa’s words to heart from the previous night, she eventually chose a little black dress that would allow plenty of cleavage and show off her legs. Though only five-seven, Cindy was complimented often on her long legs, and in a short dress, the hem at mid-thigh at most, she’d either wear some very nice thigh highs or leave her legs bare.
Getting ready later that afternoon, she’d already showered, had taken care of her hair, and was now applying her make-up. Looking into the mirror again, she gazed at her reflection and couldn’t help sigh.
“He’s out there, Cindy. The man who’ll genuinely love you for who you are. It won’t be a fairy tale. Reality isn’t like that. But I’ll find a man who will love me.”
The pep talk to herself actually made her feel much better as she finished getting dressed. It was an early spring evening, so the she needed a light jacket to go with her strapless dress, and she chose to wear thigh highs and some small heels. She loved seeing her legs in thigh highs or stockings, though she didn’t wear them all the time.
Alexa called to let her know the taxi was downstairs. Locking up her apartment, the click of her heels echoed as she walked down the three flights of stairs before walking outside. Alexa was in the backseat of the taxi with another friend, Michelle, with another friend, Jamie, riding shotgun. As soon as she was buckled in, the taxi moved as Alexa passed her a can.
“Bacardi and cola for my favourite girl,” Alexa stated.
“Hey!” Jamie exclaimed from the front seat, turning to look back. Then she looked at Cindy and shrugged. “Am I your second favourite, Lexi?”
“Equal second with Michelle. You know I love you both.”
Jamie narrowed her eyes for a moment. “Hmmm, I think I can accept that. How are you, Cin?”
She took a long gulp of the can, thankful it was cold, before she replied. “Much better now that I’m with my three besties.”
“We’re going to have a great night,” Michelle said, “A couple of bars to loosen up, then we’re hitting the club and going to dance the night away.”
“And hopefully we can snag ourselves a man,” Alexa stated.