1st Transsexual Affair

Clenching her butt muscles, "Ooo. I guess you are an ass man...Hmm?"

"Well...let's just say...I'm partial to there...I mean...yours!" using her earlier descriptive word.

The perfume scented room was all woman: lotions and makeup items lined in front of a mirror atop the dresser and clothes in the process of being hung up or folded over the opened suitcase. Near the bed she sweetly kissed him and with palm flat against Paul's chest pushed him backwards onto the satin quilt giggling with anything but innocence.

Adding to his delight, Gwen turned to face the mirror. Comfortably propped on elbows he avidly watched as she removed the hair clips, delicate fingers ruffling through the locks. Conditioned waves of silky, red tresses drooped covering her shoulders and neck. Her deeply tanned skin looked even darker against the white furniture; both arms raised accentuating shoulder blades and sexy smooth underarms.

In the reflection, she winked at Paul while quickly applying fresh lipstick, coquettishly blowing him a kiss and turned to face him. Mimicking a lewd stripper, Gwen playfully tugged the piercings, sensually moving her palms across a flat tummy, her thumbs hooked under the thong's top.

"Paul...there's something I have to tell you...it's a bit of a surprise. I'm...a...transsexual..." Gwen confessed while pulling the frilly underwear to her knees, exposing penis and balls, Gwen's completely shaven genitals appeared juvenile and boyish sprouting from a smooth crotch.

His heart skipped a few beats and his mouth went dry. He'd seen a few pictures and video clips on websites of them: Shemales, trannys and other catchy names and Gwen was a he. Paul's mind flashed back to Boy Scout days, in private tents they'd sit in a circle and jerk off; curiously he'd indulged in sucking a close friend's dick but knew he wasn't destined to become a full fledged gay or homosexual. A small part of Paul felt that he'd been lured or tricked by Gwen but overwhelmingly thought she was incredibly erotic, sexy and here, in the anonymity of Bermuda, anything could happen.