Amy Finally Lives Out Her Fantasies Part 2

I had trouble separating a shemale from a man. "A guy in women's clothing? It's still a guy. Forget it!"

"No," Amy said. "I don't mean a crossdresser. I mean a shemale. There's a huge difference."

"What would that be?" I asked.

"A crossdresser, like you said, is a man who dresses and poses as a woman. A shemale is basically a woman with a penis. I won't get into all the psychological aspects of it, nor the surgeries and treatments to make them more feminine. Just imagine a smoking hot chick, but she has a cock. A threesome with two girls, me and another and we both have strapons... only hers is real."

I was so confused at that point, I didn't know how to respond.

"Just keep an open mind. I'll show you what I mean and if your answer is no, then we'll never discuss it again," she offered.

Amy got up to have a shower. I lay back on the bed reliving our discussion in my head. Where did such a hot night go so far off the tracks. I was regretting pushing Amy to express her desires.

Somehow, despite the fact my mind was racing, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke alone. The only thing sharing a bed with me was a note from Amy that simply read "check your email".

I fired up my laptop and logged into my email and of course, an email from Amy awaited.

I opened it up and saw a number of waist-up photos of gorgeous women with big tits. Amy never sent me dirty pics before so I called her cell to find out what was up.

"Good morning love, how're you feeling?" she asked.

"Much better with naked women in my email," I laughed. "Come home, you've made me horny. I've got a massive hard-on needing attention."

"You like those girls do you?" She asked.

"Sure, what guy wouldn't?" I replied.

"Well..." she paused. "What if I told you those photos are of local escorts?"

"Uh, okay. So?"