Shuttlecock (MF Trans Public MMF Troi Private)

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"Well," the drag queen looked up from her notes, "I'm supposed to say not to fuck on the bus, but try to keep it away from the windows, so we don't get pulled for public lewdness."

It's not illegal to do it in this state, if you're married, but nobody took her up on the offer on the way to pride, and she was driving.  I would have loved to sit in her lap, and talk about the first thing that pops up, but she didn't want to get pulled over, and someone else was driving on the way back.

He was a bear, anyway.  So, I sat in the back, and avoided eye contact with the lesbian couple just to be polite.  Most of the fags did, and most of the lesbian couples were more interested in each other, but I manspread.

"Huh!"  Not as crowded on the way back, but I assume more people hooked up than broke up, but she was a bicurious college girl, and then she decided to see other people, we'd talk about being friends after the party, that was just getting started.

When I decided to head home, and see what's new in the internet.  I'll answer to omnisexual, but honestly, just New would be nice.

Then, the little tyke dyke got her older girlfriend's cock out, and I looked up, to see her smiling at me.  "Smooch," stop kissing her, then the little one looked back over her shoulder, and smiled.

"Uh!" A femmy hunk rolled his eyes the same way he had when I tried to talk to him.  Probably still bitchy from not finding something up to his standards, but when you look like that, at Pride, and still strike out?  I'm assuming it's personality.

So, I swung over, to the other side.  They weren't away from the window, the seats were sideways, so they had their backs to it, and the little one stayed out of her lap.  "That's so real."

Hard too, and not real big, but they don't make realistic dildos with hair that realistic, in a ring around the base.  And puffing up under her panties.

"So are these, baby."  She just held up one, in her teeshirt, but pokes out enough to show that the nipple was out of the bra cup.  "You trans too?  I didn't see you marching with our group."

Her girlfriend got down, so the older one, with the hairy dick could scoot over, but she's actually very pretty.  For her age, I'm not going to ask, but say pushing 50, if not older, and lying about it.

"Huh, well when you get to be my age, you'll find it pretty hard, you mind?"

She shook her head, and her girlfriend pulled out enough to let me grip the hairy ring.  Hook the tight crotch with my pinky, and slip my hand in to feel warm hairy empty scrotom.  Couldn't feel any scar, but definitely something missing.  I'll tell you that.

"SNH!"  It twitched, or the underlying muscle did, and she grabbed my free hand.  "Oh!"  Held it up to her chest, and took a deep breath to let out another moan.  "Oh!"

"Smuip!  Huh!"  The cute teen flopped back on the seat next to her, and wiped her mouth.  Didn't spill a drop, but if there was a drop of cum to swallow, it didn't have any sperm in it.  I helped her by pulling out the front of her thong, and she tucked the flaccid meat back in.  Got a good look at the dark wrinkles, through the light salt and pepper fur, before she shifted, and pulled the thong out of her crack.

"Huh!"  Caught her breath, and smoothed her skirt back over her legs.

"So letme guess."  The little one recovered faster, "Bi?"

"Well, I was always a dirty old man."  I winked.

"How old?"  The tranny finally asked me.

"Would you believe 38?"

"Neyahuh!  Ha, maybe if you didn't ask her like that."

"You don't mind if he does most of the talking."

"Oh, you're trans too?"

"Yeah, huh.  I'm just not as far along as her."

"Oh," flat chested though.

"Huh!"  He took his shirt off, and I saw the mastectomy scars.  On his hard hairy muscular little body, but they looked like smiley faces, or 1 with 2 smiles.

(._Y_.)

He's just got such a pretty young looking face, turned out to be 20, but she "Took a couple years off of puberty to get my hormones turned around."  Just not young enough to stop her breasts growing, but He still looks more like a tomboy than a young man.  So, he had to get the extra skin cut off.  From the Before pictures, it looked like nothing but flat bags left flapping on his chest.  Scars around the nipples, all 4 to get them back where they're supposed to be.

Turned out to be almost old enough to drink, but we made it to the park&ride.  I figured my car was fine there for a few more hours, nobody'd broken into it by then, anyway.

So, I rode with them, to get their stories...

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[psiberzerker]

This is a complete fantasy, and a weird one.  Minors seeking out sexual materials, and invading people's privacy is morally wrong, but we're all adults here.  Right?  So, I don't have to worry about you trying this at home.

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Maude:  "Not much to tell, honestly.  I lived in denial for far too long, but I knew it would break up my family.  So, I waited until the kids were grown up, and mostly out of the house.  None of them could understand, snh!"  I had to let go of his hand, my mascara was running.  "Huh!  Then, I was lucky enough to find someone of the Opposite sex, and fell in love."

"We're straight," he nodded, patting my hand, reassuringly.

The man looked around.  "I guess that's why it's so.  I don't want to say normal, but I don't know what I expected."  He waved it off, "I never been in a Transplace before."

"Well, normal is."  I looked up, before I remembered that there isn't a word, because we didn't exist, when I learned the English language.  "Oh, what I couldn't tell you about living in denial.  A fantasy, but we do what we can."  I patted the back of his hand, back.

"So, you're always a dirty old man?"

"Well," he grinned and winked, "I was a lot grayer than this as a kid, but not as many wrinkles.  I was always a pervert, but that's the whole boys will be boys thing.  I sure remember before there was, ladies like her."  He pointed at me.

"Transwomen."  He nodded for me.  Finishing for him.

"Should I ask about pronouns?"

"Him," thumb straight up, under his chin, "And her."  Over my shoulder, at my neck.

"Easy to remember."  He pointed his finger up.  "Him."

"Yeah," I had to laugh, "We got that."

"So anyway I.  Well, in the interest of sharing.  I guess you could say that I got in on the ground floor of the internet?  Yeah, my pops was an electrical engineer, and computer programmer.  So, I found out about internet porn before AoL came out.  You hd your choice of Yahoo, or Excite!  My dad used to download it, and print it out, on the printer."

"The old fashion kind where the paper comes folded up like tissues, and you have to tear the ends off it?"

"Yeah, only he had an Inkjet."  He nodded seriously, "High tech shit, man!"

"They had those in my school growing up."  I told my boyfriend.  Then, back to the new guy:  "I guess everyone thought I was a little pervert, because I desired girly things, and they thought it was something sexual."  I shrugged, "I just thought they were pretty."

"Yeah, but if you let the boys call your action figures "Dolls," then that was gay."

"Yeah, I know?  I got dolls, but then I started collecting sports figures."

"Hah, what'd you have, like baseball cards?" 

"No, well they had cards with them in the box, but they're like statues."  He held out his hands, "About this big?"  All that was packed up, not even baggage any more.

"Oh, huh.  I didn't even know they made those things, we're talking.  Whenabout, 90s?"  He guessed.

"OOhs," he shook his head, got up, and and started pacing.  "I was just into sports, because they didn't make boy dolls, like you said.  Except the douchey boy bands, and I didn't want to collect a whole lotta doucheboys, acting sensitive, and singing about all night to get some pussy."  Bent over, a little.  "So, sports figures, they let me play Soccer, I didn't like softball, wasn't tall enough for basketball, or volleyball, there wasn't a peewee football team.  For girls."  He made a face.

"Sexist."

"Oh yeah, and a feminist."     "Uh, like I giveashit about sexual inequality, when I never wanted to be a girl in the first place."

"You don't care about sexual inequality?"

"Oh yeah, we I do now, but I was a kid. So I felt a little selfish."  Back, "About not even getting an end of the stick."  and forth...  "I joked about being 'such a boy,' because I got sick and tired of waiting for somebody to listen to me, instead of laugh it off, and say 'Don't be silly'."

"Well, I don't know whether this is the right word, but the only one that comes to mind is Petite?"

"Snh!"  He shook his head, then let the snort out.

"No," I had to say, "That's the wrong word."

"So yeah, I have a little Napoleon Complex," he couldn't keep a straight face, "You want to make something of it?"

We all had a good laugh, and that cleared the air, before we got home. 

I guess we avoided asking about names long enough, or "Dewey."  Did, holding out his hand, and pulling the handle so the door rolled itself back on automatic.

"Wendle."  Standing up, and pacing in the back of the minivan.  We don't live in a closet, I have a house.  What happens in my bedroom, well. 

I can't believe we did that, right on the bus!  I have never, Ev Ver, done something so sexual in public before, but it's like he said, only about Gay Space.  We got a few surprised looks when it came out, but I can't believe my vestige stayed turned on, and gave me an orgasm.

It wasn't the people that looked, it's the ones that didn't.  Ironically, it's the guy that asked how Jaded you have to be to get bored at Pride, but he got addicted to internet porn before he even started puberty, and I was a late bloomer.  I got my adolescence a couple decades late, but I got my kids through it. 

Sex?  I'm still learning about what that can mean.