Ladyboy Loves Up The Midwest

Jasmine went on a charm offensive, serving Gary extra portions of his favourite snack, lingering for a word or two at his table. He was slowly overcoming his shyness and beginning to talk to this gorgeous creature. The more his friends teased him the more Gary shut out of his mind the question of Jasmine's gonads. She had a stunningly beautiful face and the most beautiful, firm breasts that a man could ever want, and that is what he concentrated on.

Gary started to open up with Jasmine, like he had done with no other woman since his divorce. He looked forward to their little chats each time he went to the club. Some nights Jasmine would sit with him while she drank a beer, while his friends teased, but neither of them cared anymore. Gary told himself if anything developed between them, he would have to take his chances and see if the rumour was true. And if it was...well, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

And then one night Jasmine asked Gary to stay behind at closing time. Several of his friends cupped their hands around their balls as they went out and asked Gary if he was ready to receive.

'People are such shits, sometimes.' Jasmine said sadly.

'Don't worry about them.' Gary replied.

'You don't mind?' she asked 'that I'm a ladyboy?'

Here it was at last, the moment of truth. Gary gulped, feeling a momentary panic. But it was too late to back away; he was already more than a little in love with this beautiful, exotic woman. Her cock would have to be one more exotic feature about her.

'No, I don't care.' Gary said.

'I think you lie.' Jasmine told him.

Gary blushed, ashamed at being caught out so easily.

'I would prefer that you were all woman' he said 'but you are who you are, and I'm crazy bout you Jasmine.'

'Good. I like crazy. You don't have to touch my manhood, if you don't like.' she said.

Gary felt terrible. How could he be with someone if he couldn't be with her completely. What right did he have to pick and choose which bits of her body to love.