What To Call This...

My girlfriend Lydia is trans, born male and transitioned to appear female in her late 20s. I didn't know her before she was Lydia but she felt comfortable enough to show me pictures of her life before and yes, she indeed presented as a boy.

I don't consider myself gay - before Lydia I had never done anything sexual with another penis. But in the year she and I have been together, I have sucked, licked, stroked, tasted, and obsessed over that cute little thing like it was my job. I love hers in a way I didn't think possible, and I think it's really because of how I feel about her. I don't spend the day thinking of dude's dicks - we've looked at full on gay porn together and it didn't do much for me. But girlie gurls with cute dicks, okay. It's something I'm kind of into now. There's something about seeing how fem they can be, how they can go from submissive to dominant in a beat, and how they take care of the men and women they make love with - my gurl certainly takes good care of me.

Imagine Lydia's four incher, hard as can be, perfectly hairless, peaking up over her white lace panties. Her slim little body, her cute little girlie ass and hips, the perfect perky b cup tits she grew herself, shoulder length blonde hair and huge brown eyes. That's my gurl, and there's nothing like touching her, smelling her perfume (gardenia), tasting her. When we get naked, something amazing happens and I could care less what's between her legs, only that it's taken care of and pleased as I am.

I really wish the US recognized other genders more easily. My gurl is something special, and the binary that we insist on in this country makes it really difficult for folks to live the kinds of lives they want and be happy. And folks could just love who they love, even if they have a little something extra.