Shemale Stories

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Along one wall of my den behind my desk is a heavy steel door. I tell most of my friends that it’s a “tornado shelter” and leave it at that. Here in the United States especially the area called “tornado alley” it’s not uncommon for people to have such a safe haven. Indiana is just East of this area but gets quite a few tornadoes, some of which are F4’s and even F5’s. Today, in fact, as I’m writing this, we had a tornado warning just south of Zionsville and about 10 minutes ago, hail.

“Andy, you said you’d show me what’s behind the door. I’d love to see it” Bobbi says excitedly.

“You sure you want to sweetie?”

“Yeah. You know I’ve already figured it out, baby.”

“OK. But it’s totally up to you. If you don’t like it that’s alright. You know I love you. So whatever, it’s OK.”

Opening the door I turn on the lights, they are dim. You follow me downstairs cautiously. You have total trust in me but I can tell you are a little apprehensive, and clearly excited. You are wearing very short cutoff jeans and a grey t-shirt cropped off just below your breasts. And you are barefoot.

“Geeze Andy, I’ve never seen anything like this before except in videos. Is this where you bring your dates?” you say giggling.

“Well not everyone likes this kind of thing. I’m not into pain or torture but I enjoy tying my partners up and keeping them on edge, sometimes for hours. You know Bobbi if you want to go back upstairs we can.”

“No Andy. I’m kind of turned on by it. Even when I was very young, I’ve always fantasized about being held captive by a powerful lover who would do whatever he wanted to me—but not someone who would ever hurt me. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do Bobbi.” I say as you run your hand along the edge of a heavy oak table with wrist and ankle restraints. I can see the outline of your now very hard cock under your shorts.

“You know, Andy, I was with someone when I was still a teenager who tied me up and was really rough with me. At first, I thought it would be awesome but he wouldn’t stop and then started to hurt me. I got really scared and have never tried this with anyone ever since.”

“Well that person was a real creep Bobbi. He’s lucky I didn’t get ahold of him. He should probably be in jail.”

Laughing you say “Ohmigod! He’d fucking shit his pants if he saw you. You’re more than twice his size.”

“If you ever do decide you want to try any of this stuff we can--if not I understand. I love YOU Bobbi. I’ve totally enjoyed our last few weeks together. I meant what I said when I asked you to stay here with me. Our relationship is SO much more than this.”

“I love you too Andy. What do you think about this chair? I’d let you strap me in if you wanted. I trust you totally baby” you say as you stand up on your tiptoes and kiss me.

“Why don’t we do this, Bobbi? Have a seat and get used to how it feels--I won’t do anything unless you tell me too. OK?”

You sit in the bondage chair and place your arms and legs as if you are strapped in. “Wow I didn’t know my legs would be so far apart!” you giggle. “It actually IS kind of a turn on Andy. Kiss me baby.”

I lean over and kiss you very deeply. You kiss me back and our tongues are all over the inside of each other’s mouths. Reaching down I run my hands up your thighs, lightly stroking your cock through your shorts. I can feel it react to my touch as you let out a moan. Then I run both my hands up under your t-shirt and play with your nipples massaging them gently. Then we kiss again. You look up at me and smile.

“Andy, that feels wonderful. You can strap me in anytime…”

Gently, very gently, I fasten all of the straps. Along the way I pause and ask you if everything’s all right.

“God yes!” you say excitedly.

Soon you are tightly strapped in and I unzip your jeans as your very hard cock springs out. I can see there is a lot of precum. I kiss you on the mouth as I run my hand along the shaft ever so lightly stroking the head of your cock with my fingers. You say “Oh fucking god… that feels SO good, Andy.”

“Well I’m just getting started baby.”

“Shit, I guess I’m really in for it aren’t I?” you say laughing.

“Yeah you are, but you do know you have the power to say ‘stop’ at any time Bobbi.”

“Why would I ever want to Andy?”

Kneeling before you I slowly start to suck you off. I bring you teasingly close to cumming then back off ever so slightly. After a while I can tell you are really frustrated as the tension builds. LOL

You have been desperately trying to come but to no avail. Pausing for a second I look up at you. You are drenched in sweat and all your muscles are straining against the straps. Our eyes meet. It’s time. God you are beautiful Bobbi.

Returning to your cock I continue to suck you using a slow and steady motion. Gradually I can feel your orgasm building until you literally explode into my mouth. I swallow all your cum. Your back arches as you pull against your bonds. I have been masturbating while sucking you and my own orgasm is very powerful but brief. Still on my knees I collapse between your legs onto your lap. You lay back against the chair and sigh. Your breathing is very relaxed.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before Andy. Wow. Do you have anything where you could fuck me while I was like maybe tied to a torture rack or something?”

“Yeah sure Bobbi, that would be awesome.”

“Andy, I’m not scared with you. That was amazing. I think I’d let you kill me if you wanted.”

Laughing I say “Well I wouldn’t go THAT far but I’m really glad you liked it baby.”

After undoing the straps. We hold each other for the longest time. I kiss you on top of your head and stroke your long blonde hair. “God I feel so close to you, Andy. I guess I really am your girlfriend aren’t I?” you say as you hug me very tightly.

We take a shower together downstairs and put on two of the extra bathrobes I keep for guests. We lay on the couch and watch TV for a while. We are both very tired and soon we have fallen asleep, you on top of me.

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It had been a long day for both of us. I had to visit several clients as well as work very late on my grading and you, having just finished your final exams, started working as a counselor at the youth center. Worn out, we go to bed, kiss and say goodnight.

Rolling over onto my side and half asleep I hear “Andy? What do you think about our relationship?”

Never sure exactly how to answer this question correctly—usually whatever answer I give is always the “wrong” one… LOL. So I just say “I love you Bobbi you mean everything to me.”

“I love you too Andy but what do you think about us?”

“What do you mean Bobbi?”

“Well… do you remember when we first met, I asked you if you thought I was gay or trans.”

“Yeah. But that’s for you to decide. No one else can label you. I love you the same Bobbi no matter how you identify.”

“I know that Andy. But how do YOU see me? Do you think I’m a gay guy? Or maybe a femboy?”

Fully awake now I realize we aren’t going to be going to sleep, at least for a while. Besides I know how important this issue is to you so I say “Bobbi you asked me how I felt about you. You can identify as whatever gender you choose, dress however you want, hang out with whatever friends you want. But I see you as a beautiful, extremely intelligent, caring, loving, young woman.”

“You don’t think I’m gay?”

“No.”

“Would it matter to you?”

“No.”

“What if I told you I really was gay?”

“Then I guess we’d both be gay. Because I’m in love with you Bobbi. I think you’re totally hot. So that would make us gay lovers.”

“I love you so much Andy” you say while snuggling close and then kissing me.

“Can I ask you something else Andy?”

“Sure.”

“Would you meet my family?”

“Yeah. Like when?”

“Like next weekend? My Mom and Dad said they wanted to have us over for dinner. I’ve told them a lot about you. My Dad is a big college football fan. He said he saw you play in the Rose Bowl in the early 2000’s. He told me you were awesome. I’m too young to remember it. Sorry!”

“Gee thanks for reminding me how old I am…” I say laughing.

“Andy?”

“Yeah Bobbi?”

“Well since we’re up you know what I was thinking?”

“Probably the same thing I was.”

You look up at me. Then you slide the straps of your nightgown over your shoulders baring your beautiful breasts. Saying nothing, you just lie back, look at me, and smile. We kiss and make out for a long time then using a little lube I gently massage your prostate. When you are ready, I enter you and we fuck each other slowly and gently. We take our time just enjoying each other. I think your little cock is so cute when it spurts onto your tummy. Our orgasms are relaxing and afterward we just lie there snugging and kissing.

Next Sunday afternoon we head over to your parents for dinner. I am a little nervous about meeting them. You told me I had nothing to worry about but still it’s just one of those things.

We take the Hellcat. I just hope your Dad doesn’t work for Ford. LOL Your Mom meets us at the door. Bobbi introduces me and her Mom is very friendly. “I’ve heard so much about you, Andy!” she says.

Her Dad is in the living room watching football. “He extends his hand and says “Nice to meet you Andy. Maybe you can tell me what is wrong with these Colts!” “A lot” I say laughing. “Where do you want to begin?”

Her Mom says “Bobbi was telling us how you two met. Ohmigod! The way she talks about you!”

I noticed that her Mom called her “she.” I take that as a good sign.

Her Dad ads “Bobbi used to be a ’tomboy’ We never knew whether he wanted to be a guy or a girl.” Umm… unfortunately this is NOT a good a sign. I don’t like hearing anyone referring to Bobbi (or any transwoman) using a male pronoun. “He could fight though. Once I saw him deck this bully that called him a ‘faggot.’ I still don’t understand much about this transgender stuff. That Olympic guy on TV—Bruce or ‘Caitlyn’ or whatever became a girl so I guess maybe that what’s happening to Bobbi. You know a lot more about this stuff than we do.”

Her Dad continues, “Whatever Bobbi is we still love him. We are glad he met someone. There used to be all kinds of weirdos hanging around.”

“Daddy! Those were my friends from the LGBT group at school! They were NOT ‘weirdos’!”

“Well Andy looks like a nice young man to us. And he’s successful in business and obviously very smart. Look at the car he drives. I dunno, he must think of you as a ‘girl’ Bobbi because he sure as hell doesn’t seem gay to me.”

I don’t say anything. Even though I’m offended I’m trying my best not to laugh. Bobbi looks at me and rolls her eyes as if to say “See what I had to put up with?”

There will be lots of time for me to talk to her Mom and Dad after we get to know each other better. I’m crazy in love with their daughter and I don’t want to mess this up with an argument right now. When the time is right, we’ll have a talk. I guarantee it.

In the kitchen, her Mom says to me “So you and Bobbi really like each other? I always did think Bobbi was different somehow. If she didn’t have a well… you know… I’d swear she was a ‘real girl.’ Even when she was little.” I cringe when Bobbi’s Mom uses the phrase “real girl.” “She’s a really sweet person I’m sure you know by now. As her Dad says we don’t really understand exactly what ‘transgender’ is. All we know is what we’ve seen on TV. But I think that’s what is going on with Bobbi. And I know she cares about you very much. So tell me, are you ready for all of this Andy?”

Bobbi comes into the kitchen, kisses me, then holds onto my arm tightly. Her back stiffens and she looks her Mom right in the eyes. “Mommy, you and Daddy have known I was this way for years. I know you have always loved and supported me even though you didn’t understand fully what was going on. Many people in our society still don’t. What if I had been born a genetic girl? You’d love me as your daughter. Well--think about it. I AM a girl! And I’ve met someone I’ve fallen in love with. This weekend I wanted you to meet Andy and get to know him. He’s very special to me. I love you Mommy and I want you and Daddy in my life also. But you are going to have to accept that this is who I am.”

Dinner is ready and we go into the dining room. With a lot of the awkward stuff out of the way, our conversation goes much better. We talk about many things and her Mom and Dad actually seem very nice. I don’t think Bobbi’s parents are bad, like many people, they just don’t understand. It turns out Bobbi wasn’t kidding; her Dad is a big sports fan and follows college football. He has seen me play several times on TV and once even took Bobbi as a little kid to see us play. He even remembered the interception I returned for a touchdown that day. He had always hoped Bobbi would grow enough to play football in high school. I bet he never realized his future son in law was the starting middle linebacker in that game. Strange how stuff works out.

After getting to know me better, and after realizing just how much in love we are, Bobbi’s parents seem to be more accepting of her as a female. And us as a couple. I think like many things this will just take time. Overall, I had a nice evening and think I won her parents over. But we will still have our “talk” one of these days. I can’t let some of the things that were said go unchallenged. Just think of it as “educational.”

After dinner Bobbi and I go for a walk in the woods behind the house. “I hope you didn’t mind my Dad. He just doesn’t ‘get it’ Andy. My Mom sort of does but it would be easier for her if I had just been born a genetic female. She really wanted a daughter. I know how it appeared but they really do love me. And they didn’t know at first exactly what to make of you. You really gave them something to think about. A six-foot-four former college football hero, successful teacher and businessman, who has been married twice to ciswomen, falling in love with their ‘son the sissy’ and acting like there’s nothing unusual about it. How fucking crazy that must have been to them!” Then you start laughing so hard.

“I’m glad I met you Andy. I really mean that. Did you know I used to play in these woods as a little kid? I always was ‘Sheena’ or ‘Wonder Woman’ or ‘Supergirl’ or ‘Lara.’ I could climb that big tree over there. See?” There is a full moon. The moonlight makes your beautiful eyes look almost surreal. You put your arms around my neck and say “I love you Andy.”

Copyright © 2017 AMS

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Went overseas on business recently. Have read so much about other’s experiences with escorts decided to try it myself. While I was there, I met this incredibly beautiful girl in a bar and took her back to my hotel room for a night of wild, unprotected, amazing sex.

The next morning, when I woke up, she was gone. A few days later my cock became inflamed and started to itch. By the next day it had turned black and looked infected.

The first doctor I went to said “Very, very, bad. Cock will need to be cut off!”

Thought to myself, “No way! I need to get a second opinion.”

Went to see another doctor. He said “That is absolutely the worst case I’ve ever seen. We must cut your cock off right now!”

Again, I didn’t like that diagnosis either, so I went to see a third doctor.

After a thorough examination, the third doctor said “Not a problem. Take two asprin. Wait a day. Cock will fall off all by itself."

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Continued from the story “Meeting Her Parents”…

“I love you too Bobbi.”

The night is warm and the beautiful moonlight makes everything seem magical. Your parents’ live way out in the country so there’s not anyone else around for miles. And they long ago went to bed. So it’s like the two of us are the only people on earth.

We kiss and make out for the longest time. I can feel your hard little cock as your body presses up against mine. I get down on my knees and unzip your jeans. I use my tongue to lick up and down your shaft, occasionally taking all of you in my mouth. I slide your jeans off, then your panties and top. You hold my head tightly as I suck you ever so slowly. Then I reach around and gently work my finger into you so I can massage your prostate as I continue sucking and teasing you. “Jesus God Andy, I’ve never felt anything like that before. Oh Fuck!”

Stopping for a moment I work my way up and down both of your thighs. You have long muscular legs and your skin is so silky. You kneel down and run your hands all over me. “God you’re so strong, Andy.” I kiss your tummy and your breasts, licking and gently biting your hard nipples. I think you have an amazing body. Just perfect, Bobbi.

We go at each other like this for quite a while. You work your way down and suck my cock. You run your tongue around the head. It feels great. Stopping, you look up at me and say breathlessly “I want you to take me from behind Andy.”

We stand up together and walk over to a nearby tree. You lean your head back and I kiss you on the neck. Then our mouths meet. While we kiss I feel your ass with one hand while jerking you off slowly with the other. You just moan and say “Oh God Andy…”

Gradually I work my fingers inside you while continuing to slowly stroke your cock. You instinctively bend over using your arms to support yourself against the tree and spread your legs. I kiss your beautiful ass as I keep stroking your cock which is now dripping precum.

Standing up I use both hands to steady myself as I enter you from behind. You gasp slightly. It’s hardly the first time I’ve been inside you but I think you were surprised at how good it actually felt. I remember the time you told me how much it hurt with a former partner and how rough they were. The last thing I’d ever do is hurt you Bobbi. I want this to be an amazing experience for you baby.

You continue to lean up against the tree for support as I fuck you. You are still very tight and I feel like I am going to cum. I start stroking your cock faster and faster and I can feel the two of us getting close. Between the beautiful warm evening, and the increasing love we feel for each other there is something extra special about tonight.

We cum at the same time. There is the indescribable feeling of release then waves of pleasure. You steady yourself against the tree until I’m through ejaculating then after I pull out we both sit there together leaning against the tree. You reach over and hold my hand. We are both covered in dirt and sweat and cum. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt like this with anybody--ever. You look over at me and just smile.

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Memorial Day weekend in Indianapolis is totally centered around the “500.” Billed as the “Greatest Spectacle in Racing” probably a few of our members on TLB have been to it before. This Memorial Day, Bobbi and I have decided to stay at home and have a pool party and cookout with friends and just listen to the race like they did back in the “old” days. That leaves us with the rest of the weekend to be alone together. I am out for the summer and Bobbi doesn’t start her summer classes until the middle of June.

Zionsville is far enough from the Motor Speedway that there is not a lot of race traffic but still it has been very busy this week. We went shopping Friday night. There had been a line of storms expected to come through that evening and a tornado watch had been issued. We noticed the sky to the West as we headed back to her car.

“It looks pretty bad sweetie. Glad our party isn’t tonight.”

“You know we might have to spend the night in your ‘tornado shelter’ Andy” you say giggling.

“We might. Are you sure you want to?”

I look over at you. You have been working on your tan and your beautiful blonde hair has been getting longer. You are wearing tight jean shorts, a light green t-shirt and sandals. You take my hand as we walk to the car. Looking up at me with those blue eyes, you say “I love you Andy.”

“I love you too Bobbi. I wouldn’t worry about the weather. We’ll be OK.”

“I always feel safe with you. My Mom told me you stopped by their house last week. She said you and her and my Dad talked about some stuff.”

“I wanted to tell them what a wonderful daughter they have and how much I love her. Also I wanted to explain some things to them about what ‘transgender’ means and what terms to use and not to use when referring to you or any transwoman. We also talked a little about some of the issues you have to deal with—including discrimination and the threat of violence. Then your Dad told me how much he liked my Hellcat. So I took him for a ride. I kept it under 180…”

Giggling you say “Jesus Andy, I hope you didn’t overdo it. You probably scared the shit out of him. You know they really do love me they just don’t understand me totally.”

“I could tell that Bobbi when I met them. Many people are well meaning but ignorant. You are everything to them. But I just couldn’t let some of the things they said the other night go.”

“Well thanks for standing up for me Andy. I wish I had known someone like you in high-school. You know I see myself in the teenagers I counsel. That’s why I want to become a Social Worker. I really do know where they’re coming from. I want to help them.”

“You will do wonderful things with your life Bobbi. I could tell what a caring and loving person you were when we first met. That’s why I love you… Well that and I think you’re hot as fuck.”

“You are so silly Andy but thanks” you say as you kiss me.

“I had a good time talking to your Dad about college football. He really knows a lot about the game. I’m sure we’ll be watching some games together in the future.”

“Well I guess that’s all ‘guy’ stuff or ‘male bonding’ or whatever… Just kick us girls out to the kitchen I guess…” you say rolling your eyes and letting out a sigh. “Anyway, I’m glad you like my parents Andy. I know they like you. A lot.”

We load up the car and head back home. It’s only a few miles but in that short time the sky has gotten black and it is very still. When we get home we take everything inside. Our house faces West and we can see lightning out our living room windows.

“Andy this is what I’d like to do tonight” you say as you stand up on your tip toes put your arms around my neck and kiss me for the longest time. We spend several minutes going at it, our tongues all over the insides of each other’s mouths. I grab your ass through your shorts and slowly slide my hands inside. As I unzip your shorts I take your hard cock and begin to stroke it. You pull my workout shorts down and begin to slowly stroke me as well. We continue kissing and jacking each other off when suddenly you stop.

“Andy. I have a better idea. Why don’t you take me downstairs? We’ll be safe from the storm and you can do anything to me baby.”

“Anything?”

“Yes” you say breathlessly, your voice getting heavy with excitement and anticipation.

“OK. But let’s put this stuff away first.”

You start to put away the groceries but I stop you.

“I’ll take care of it Bobbi. Come here. Turn around.”

You do and I tie your hands tightly behind your back also tying your elbows. Then I proceed to suck your cock until I can tell you are about to come.

“Not yet baby. We’ve got a long night ahead of us” I say gently. Then I tie you in a kneeling position with your thighs spread way apart. I also wrap a length of soft rope around your throbbing cock. Finally I gag you.

“I’ll put this all away sweetie.” Actually, all I can think of is how great you look and how much I want to fuck you. It is as much “torture” for me to wait as it is for you…

Gently I help you up and lead you downstairs. Removing your gag, I kiss you. Then I attach wrist and ankle restraints and slowly tighten them until you are almost totally suspended. Your toes are barely touching the ground and your legs are spread so far apart.

“Do you remember when you said you would like me to fuck you while you were tied up?”

“Yeah.”

“How does this feel? Nothing hurts?”

“It feels awesome baby. God.”

I can tell you like it. You cock is incredibly hard and when I stroke it ever so lightly you moan like you need to cum. The precum is flowing. Your nipples are hard under your t-shirt and your breathing has changed. It is not air conditioned down there so your body is already covered in sweat. I will have to proceed very slowly or else you are going to cum right away.

“Bobbi, you can say ‘stop’ at any time. Also if I think something’s not right that’s it. No questions asked. I love you and would never hurt you but things can get intense.”

“I know that Andy.”

We kiss and I play with your cock. You moan and pull against your restraints. Turning a wheel, I tighten them just a little more. Then put straps around your thighs pulling them far apart. Finally I place a wide leather belt around your waist tightening it until you gasp. Then I attach it to the walls with chains.

“Is that OK Bobbi?” I ask.

“Yeah. Jesus Andy I feel like such a slut.”

“Well sometimes you are a slut but that’s OK so am I.”

“I love it Andy. God, how long are you gonna keep me like this? I want you to fuck me baby.”

“Awhile. That storm looked pretty bad. We’re safe down here. I told you this was a tornado shelter.”

Taking a knife I cut your clothes off. Soon you are totally naked. Your body looks so hot that for a second I feel like I’m going to cum. I have to relax. Kneeling down in front of you I reach around and finger your ass and then using lots of lube insert a very large rubber cock into you. As I fuck your ass with it I lick your shaft and tease the head of your throbbing cock for what seems like forever. All you can do is moan and weakly say “Christ Andy I don’t think I can take any more.”

“OK baby.”

Walking behind you I replace the rubber cock with my own. Running my hands up and down your body I concentrate on your taught stomach, your thighs, and your cock. Then as I begin to fuck you I gently massage and pinch your nipples. My strokes are steady and regular. Gradually I pick up the pace.

Your breathing changes and I can feel the tension build in your body. My own orgasm is building but I want you to come first. I know you’ve never done anything like this before and I want it to be something good that you’ll always remember. You had told me when we first met you had been with someone who hurt you physically. Personally, I would like to kill the motherfucker. What a piece of shit.

You and I have something very special between us. There’s only ever been one other person I felt like this about and that was a long time ago. I can tell there’s no turning back for me so I begin to jack you off rapidly. You pull hard against the straps and I can feel your cock pulsing. A second later I shoot my load into you. It’s been a couple of days since we had sex so we make a real mess. My cum runs down your legs and you shoot your load several feet onto some of my weight equipment.

Exhausted you go limp and say “Fuck Andy, I’ve never felt anything like that. God…”

Still inside you I run my hands through your hair then hold you tightly. My arms wrapped around you. You turn around as best you can and we share a very long kiss.

“I love you Bobbi.”

“I love you too Andy.”

After undoing your straps we head upstairs to our bedroom and climb into bed together. The storms are still going on outside. We talk for a while. You look at me, smile, then giggling slightly, kiss me gently. “That was awesome. Goodnight sweetie...” you say before you drift off to sleep.

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Hope you have enjoyed this latest series. I always like to share the backgrounds of the people in my stories so I thought I'd tell you a little about who Bobbi is...

Name: Bobbi Taylor.
Born: Nashville, Tennessee, June 29, 1995. Moved to Indianapolis with her family when she was 3.
Gender: Female
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 135
Hair: Medium length, blonde.
Eyes: Blue.
Cock: Small.
Body type: Athletic.
College Attended: UIndy. Degree: BA Sociology. GPA 3.75.
Interests: Art, music, travel, cooking, gardening, reading, sports, technology.

Bobbi grew up believing she was gay. In her own words: “I felt like a girl but I also liked doing ‘guy’ stuff too. I always considered myself gay because that’s what everyone said.” Her parents loved their only child but they never understood her. She liked to play in the woods behind their house and would imagine she was “Supergirl” or “Wonder Woman.” She told her Mom once and her Mom and Dad took her to see a counselor. The counselor said there was nothing wrong with Bobbi. Naturally strong and athletic, Bobbi tried out for soccer in grade school but was bullied by the other kids and eventually quit. She never forgot the experience and later in high school when one of the boys who had called her a “faggot” did it again, she beat the crap out of him. Bobbi always got excellent grades and found support and friends in an LGBT youth group. Very caring and nurturing, she always tried to help her friends and would sit up all night talking with them. She always saw herself as sort of a protector. Many of the other kids called her “Mom” even though she was younger than most of them. She never dated much and was in a very brief but abusive relationship. In May 2017, she received her degree in Sociology and plans to become a Social Worker. This summer, she was accepted to a Master’s program and started taking classes. She met Andy at an LGBT conference where he was one of the speakers. She liked what he had to say about being true to yourself and not ever letting anyone else define who you are. Afterwards she introduced herself to him. They talked over lunch and discovered they had a lot in common despite close to a 15 year age difference. At first Andy was hesitant but she persisted, saying “You of all people should understand what I’ve been through my entire life. I’ve had to do more growing up than most people twice my age.” They have been together ever since. They live in Zionsville, IN and enjoy just hanging out at home, doing academic research, working out, and cooking.

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The following story was inspired by "Toni" the girl on the cover of "Small Town Transvestite" posted in the Drag Queens forum. Hope you enjoy it...

A few nights ago I was heading home from the gym. Located on Oak Street in Zionsville it’s only about three miles from where I live. Many years ago, this was mostly farmland and Oak Street was a dirt road. None of the Interstates existed back then and the “big city,” Indianapolis, seemed much farther away than it does now.

There is a severe thunderstorm that just sort of popped up. The forecast said nothing about storms. I chalk it up to living in Indiana. Suddenly there is a blinding flash of lightning. I pull over and then everything goes black.

When I wake up it’s a clear, beautiful warm summer night. Carefully, I pull back on to Oak Street. Something seems different. It’s really bumpy. I realize that the road is dirt! “Well that’s great… why didn’t they tell us they were going to be doing roadwork at night!” I’m kind of pissed because I could have easily driven my truck. The Hellcat sits so low I can hear it scrape. “Shit!” I check my cellphone and it’s not working. In fact none of the GPS stuff in my car or satellite radio is working! All I can get are “AM” radio stations and they are playing music that sounds like something my grandparents would’ve listened to.

Farther down, I see someone standing at the side of the road. It looks like a girl hitchhiking. As I pull up I can tell she’s wearing older style clothing. Maybe she went to a party? I have a thing about never picking up hitchhikers but I can’t just leave her there so I slow down and stop.

She comes over to the car and I roll down the window. I get a good look at how pretty she is. “Where you going?”

“Anywhere but here. How about a ride to Indianapolis?”

“OK. But I need to stop by my place first.”

“Where’s that?”

“Just down the road.”

Laughing she says “in the cornfield?”

Suddenly I realize my house is gone. In fact there’s nothing at all.

“Ummm… well it used to be here…”

“Are you drunk baby? I mean you are really cute but are you OK?”

“Yeah. I just think I lost my way up here.”

“You and me both...” she says smiling at me. I think I lost mine a long time ago sweetie. You have no idea."

Then you add “Why don’t you come to Indianapolis with me? Maybe we can have a good time.”

You climb in and I say “My name’s Andy. What’s yours?”

“Toni. Thanks for stopping by the way. I thought no one would ever come by.”

“What are you doing out so late?”

“I had a big argument with my family. They told me to get out. I was gonna go downtown and stay with friends. Wow Andy I’ve never seen a car like this. What is it?”

“It’s a Dodge.”

“Well it’s not at all like my dad’s” you giggle. “These seats feel wonderful. I feel like I could sleep in one.”

I head West to where I expect I-65 to be but there’s nothing.

“Andy, you really are lost! I know how to get to Indianapolis from here. Turn around.”

We head back East on Oak Street. In the moonlight, I can see there’s no houses. No gym. No Bentley dealership. Just farms. I recognize some of the buildings in downtown Zionsville but they look so much newer. At least now I sort of know where I am.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll get us there. Jesus! Watch your speed. It’s only 25 out here!”

“25? What do they drive, horses and buggy’s?”

“Well sometimes…”

We drive very slowly but that’s OK, it’s a beautiful evening and we talk about many things. You tell me a lot about your family. “I was always considered the outcast” you say. “When I was younger I was picked on by the other kids in school. Noticing my size and build, you say “I wish I’d had a friend like you.”

“Well I’d never let anyone pick on you.”

“Awww… that’s so sweet Andy. You seem like a really nice guy. Are you married?”

“I was several years ago.”

“Have a girlfriend?”

“No. Not at the moment.”

“You know Andy. There’s a lot of things about me you still don’t know. I wish I could tell you.”

“Toni, you seem like a really nice girl. I’ve enjoyed just talking with you tonight. Can I ask you something?”

I can see you become a little apprehensive and you say tentatively “What?”

“Why are you dressed like that? Your clothes look like they’re from the 40’s or the 50’s. I mean you look great. I just wondered if you were at a party or something.”

“I like wearing dresses. Well at least most of the time. And it is 1949.”

OK. That explains a lot. Trying not to seem alarmed I realize that the storm earlier must have been a “time portal.”

“Well I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I think you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. You know I hardly ever hear people say that to me.”

“I can’t imagine why not. If they don’t they’re fucking crazy.”

“Where DID you learn that word young man…” you say giggling. "My mom would wash out your mouth with soap!”

“Sorry. I just thought everyone used it.”

“Really? Where are you from anyway?”

“Actually I live right here in Zionsville. In Stonegate.”

“Stonegate? Well wherever you are from I think you are really sweet.” With that you lean over and kiss me.

Then you say “God I wish I could tell you more Andy.”

“It’s OK. It can’t be anything that bad can it? Even if it is I’d help you.”

“Yeah I know you would. I wish there were more guys like you. And yes many people would think it’s something bad.”

This time I lean over and kiss you. You open your mouth a little. Our tongues touch. You run your hands over my chest and arms. I place one hand on your thigh but you stop me before I can go “there.”

“Andy, I want you to tell me what exactly happened to you. Then I will tell you everything.”

“OK Toni.”

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