Beefy Buns

"Mona!" I cried. "What the hell are you doing?"

She chuckled at my protest. "Don't sound so outraged. You've been wanting to see me naked for months now, ever since the day you first laid eyes on me." She lowered her panties, and my eyes widened.

I stared at her groin, my mouth gaping. "What the hell?"

In place of the cleft of the female sex I expected to see, Mona had revealed a small, circumcised cock, which dangled before a pair of balls high inside the tight pouch of their scrotum. The cold temperature of the meat locker, no doubt, had caused her genitals to contract, just as my own organs had done, but there was no mistaking their masculinity, their virility: Mona, despite appearances to the contrary, wasn't a she; she was a he--or a he-she, I guess--a shemale.

She grinned at me as my eyes traveled back and forth between her firm, high, round breasts and their stiff-standing nipples and the cute cock and balls dangling, like ornaments, below her downy pubes. Cute? Had I characterized her genitals as cute?

How the hell could I think a cock and a pair of balls could be "cute"? What was I, a faggot?

"Are you still interested in me?" Mona asked. "Are you still as anxious to see me naked, now that you know my little secret?"

It's not that little, I wanted to tell her, but I remained silent, not knowing, really, what to say.

My mind raced, as I tried to figure out her purpose. She'd accused me of sexually harassing her; yet, here she stood, exposing herself to me. Was she gathering ammunition for a lawsuit? Would she say I'd been the one to pull her skirt and panties down in the meat locker, claiming, maybe, that I'd attempted to rape her? Was she merely turning the tables on me, playing the predator instead of the prey, to give me a taste, as it were, of my own medicine? Or had she set me up as someone who'd harassed her sexually so she could harass me the same way, with impunity? If I said anything about this incident, she could deny it ever happened--or say I'd assaulted her--but if, on the other hand, I didn't object, she'd have seduced me and gained a companion, a sex partner, a boyfriend, or whatever it was she might be seeking.