At Risk

Diane was proud to be a shemale. She loved having a beautiful face; long, silken hair; fabulous breasts; a firm, flat tummy; functioning male genitals; long, shapely legs; and firm, compact buttocks. She loved wearing makeup and dressing in fancy, frilly clothes. She also loved the way men ogled her and women--some women, at least--envied her. A few, she was sure, were even attracted to her sexually. Most of all, she liked the incongruity of having a woman’s body except for the starkly contrasting cock and balls she possessed in lieu of a pussy.

Most of the time, she told men that she was a shemale before their first date. It was dangerous, after all, to let a man find out her secret for himself, especially if he’d voiced and shown his attraction to her with a few kisses and caresses or she’d performed oral sex on him without getting naked. Occasionally, though, she didn’t tell a man. Sometimes, she did let him find out for himself that she was a chick with a dick. The potential danger was too much, sometimes, for her to resist, because Diane found an adrenaline rush every bit as exciting as an orgasm. She also enjoyed the shock on the guy’s face when he found that the person to whom he was attracted had a cock and a pair of balls!

She never knew in advance when such an urge would occur to her. The impetuosity of her decision to let the man find out for himself that his chick had a dick was a large part of the rush that she experienced at such times. She didn’t know how or why she chose one guy among others, either, but she suspected that her decision was, in part, at least, based upon his physique. The bigger and brawnier the guy, the more likely it was that she would not tell him her secret. After all, the point in letting him discover for himself what was between her legs was the potential violence and possible danger, which increased with the man’s physical size and strength. By selecting big men, she maximized the potential risk to herself, and she found this sexy.