Transsexual Stories Novels & Stories

“I guarantee you’re going to get the same response if you come tomorrow. And I find it gross that you’d want me to know what happened to my father’s…naked body,” “Are you certain that you’ve told us everything, Mr Manando?” “Okay, let’s do it this way,” Miles sighed, closing his eyes. “I am a transgender male, and I ran away years ago. That would mean, I left my family and came to live in South Africa. Now, anyone would assume that in those years I was living here, I knew nothing about my parents, right? Anything that happens, only they’d know. I just recently went to London, and I didn’t get all the details,” Miles explained.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

I hissed, my knees nearly buckling when I felt her grab me through the fabric. She gasped, her fingers accidentally dragging along my shaft. A shiver of pure terror and unwarranted pleasure shot up my spine. I fought back a groan, my face burning with a shame I couldn't describe. "Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. I couldn't meet her gaze. I felt small. Exposed. Like a bug under a microscope. "A-are you trans?" she asked after a deafening silence. I shook my head violently, my eyes stinging. "No. I'm...intersex. Please, Margaux. Don't tell anyone. I'm begging you." I clasped my hands in front of me, my head hanging low.

“Tell him. Or I will.” Isolde met his gaze, her corporate mask completely shattered. “It’s me, Thorian. I’m Mistress Izzy. All those sessions... the ropes, the flogger, the night we dropped everything in that hotel room... that was me.” Thorian stared at her, shock twisting his features into something raw. The successful lawyer who commanded courtrooms now looked completely unraveled. “You? You’re the one who had me on my knees? Begging you to peg me? The one I couldn’t stop thinking about even after I proposed to Adanna?” His voice cracked. “And now you’re telling me...”

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

Despite our friendship, Meredith still didn't understand the balancing act that transgender women like me went through. My entry into middle age had heralded in a new chapter in my journey of sexual self-discovery. I had moved on from anonymous "fuck me" hookups fueled by Internet message boards to slightly-less-anonymous encounters via online dating sites. It had been months since I had run away from that swamp, tired of the constant "Transgender 101" I found myself teaching, my ego bruised and battered from men who abruptly went silent on me the minute they discovered I was trans. As I mentally ticked off some of the more-unpleasant rejections, my inner monologue grumbled that the hassle s

She voiced her curiosity. For a moment, Noah's voice could not be heard in the car even after Jessica finished asking the question. Jessica became more curious because of the silence, but she patiently waited for the man's answer instead of pressing him. Until finally, the brown-haired man took a deep breath before answering, "Tyler can't go back home because he has no place he can call home. Years ago, I wasn't the only one who had to fight with my parents after my sexual orientation was revealed. Tyler also came out before his parents, and his fate was no less bad than mine. He didn't lose any of his family members, but his parents decided to lose him instead. He was disowned by his parent

But I lied that it was an internal reaction. Ever since I escaped my dad's clutches, I tried hard to never take pictures because I didn't want to leave any digital traces. I got a customized T-shirt with an LGBT slogan, and Harrison found a seat for me before excusing himself to join the organizers. People shared powerful stories that touched my heart. They struggled with mental health and hearing the struggles and triumphs of some of them brought tears to my eyes. Even though I identify as straight, I could relate to them. I was more or less in my closet of lies and deceit about being a human.

When the last of the cum was out of her mouth, the brunette stuck out her tongue to show that it was all gone and turned towards the door. That was the first anyone noticed me. The brunette girl wiped her hand across her lips and just sort of gave me a look. I wondered if she was looking down at my blue pants and seeing the raging boner I was sporting. That was, like, the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Even with all the weird stuff that had happened to me that day, this was the strangest. I was aroused... you know by people. Maybe I wasn't just transgender, maybe I was transsexual (and hey, is that a better way to use that word? It makes more sense, like heterosexual like opposite sex, homosex