The Night I Desired

My first story titled: The Night I Desired.


Chapter 1 – Emotional Takeover

Please let me introduce myself. I am Jim, roughly 6 feet tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a little chunkier than I would have liked. Ever since I touched myself for the first time, I’ve thought about women. I’ve only had one girlfriend by the age of 22. By now you’ve probably guessed – one girlfriend – “I bet he watches a lot of porn.” Yes, you would be correct.

One day I had been watching porn and stumbled upon a woman with a dick. Mind you, this was by accident because of the misleading title. At first I felt awkward, confused, and lost at many things. A woman with man parts? How could this be? After a few minutes, this concept began to greatly intrigue me. I suddenly found myself researching the tags of the video. Transsexual, shemale, tranny, t-girl, transvestite, ladyboy, all meaning about the same thing, if not in some way related to each other. While doing this research I became even more fascinated – it had opened up a whole new world to me.

Almost instantly regular porn took a back seat to transsexual porn. It was as if I could not get enough. I found myself masturbating even more than before because of all my heightened curiosity. Every day I would be watching a vast amount of videos, none of which could suffice my new found lust for a shemale. This is also the point at where I began to question my sexuality. I still loved women; however, I wanted to be with a ladyboy just as much. Occasionally a gay visualization or the likes would pop into my head, but I don’t think I would be able to follow through sex with another man. Transsexuals were my loop hole to this situation. They had dicks, but had the beauty of a woman. With these thoughts in mind, what do you think that makes me? Considering all the information gathered, my best guess would be a closet bi-sexual.

Being 22, you would say I’m still a youngin’ on the bar scene. In just one year I had visited many straight bars and never really had any luck. I couldn’t tell if it was my character, appearance, or lack of social skills, heh – maybe a combination of all possibilities. Whatever it was, it furthered my curiosity for a shemale. Finally, that curiosity built up so much, there was no tolerance left to hide those emotions. I headed to a bar for these ordeals.


Chapter 2 – Order Up

This bar looked just as every other did from the outside. Even its name was similar to your standard pub. It was a bottom floor of a downtown storage area, maybe some lower end apartments on the upper floors. The window was filled with the “It’s Miller time” and “Budweiser” neon lights, as well as the happy hour flyers. The only way you would know it was a different style of bar is one of two ways. Word of mouth or you ventured inside. I proceeded to enter.
Upon crossing the threshold, I looked around. It looked very similar to many bars, say for one exception. You had the tables filled with people having good times, more at the bar telling each other stories or mindless conversations, and a small lounging section. The closer inspection of my surroundings let me know this was a bar for many types of people. Those types included shemales, transvestites, and gays (both men and women.) The transvestites and gay people were easy to spot, once you had separated them; you had a good guess at the others.

Being the shy type, I found an open table away from the loud noises radiating from many groups.