I've come to an "understanding" with myself about my interest in T-girls, much the same as I did about my first heterosexual encounter; The guy was attractive, a gentleman, and was fun to be with in or out of bed. "OK", I said to myself, "This went better than I had been told to expect." Of course, multiple orgasms during one's first time MIGHT have contributed to the "OK!" There was some guilt after we parted that night but my Irish Catholic grannie had planted that seed from my childhood. Take THAT, Grannie!
The venture into sex with another female was more difficult to reconcile (Grannie again!) but as with my first guy the experience with the girl was romantic, sensual, and orgasmic to boot. I remember thinking to myself "Well, this may take a little more time to get used to." but that first time had been nice in every way so it was easier than I thought to admit to myself that I am bisexual. Now I have a lusty relationship with a wonderful guy as well as one with the girl referenced in this post. I guess at that point I was "Bisexually Monogamous",
Then....Ruh Roh! I was introduced to T-girls via the internet, guided into it by the same girl with whom I first sampled Sapphic love. She, by the way, is still my best friend and lover.
I'd known that T-girls existed and had even been introduced to one in a bar but that was a world that was poles apart from mine. Then, after seeing some truly intriguing images and vids on the 'net I had to admit that I was more than just amused or mildly curious. I was absolutely fascinated! Seeing my first castrated T-girl really made me moist and giddy.
I remember thinking "Grannie will kill me if she ever finds out." Of course, If she'd found out about my first guy OR my lesbian fun, I'd have been dead long before now.
Now that I've become involved with a true T-girl, an Asian who has been castrated as well, I feel I've reached my limit, both morally and in my "comfort zone". In a way, I feel complete.
Guilt? Yes, at every boundary crossed. Resolution? So far, in that I realize that I am what I am.
NOTE: My parents know of my heterosexual love life and my father knows, I suspect, that my GF and I do more than shop, hunt and fish, and have pillow fights but he treats her like a daughter. She adores him as well and would seduce him if she thought she could.
If, however, either parent learned of my Asian "Ladyboy" and the things we do, not to mention my little kink for castration, they'd probably kidnap me and sequester me in a convent located in the Alps.
"Sister Curious"...has a nice ring to it.
Hey! I just realized that I am Trisexually Monogamous!
