Don Juan With A Twist

She looked up at the now grinning dyke eyes, or was "he" a dyke? Don Juan de Lesbians??? But it had all felt so real. For the first time she noticed "his" breasts were taped under the shirt. For the first time she looked at his face and she noticed that the catlike grace that she saw was almost feminine, but not quite. She realized that this might not quite qualify as a lesbian experience. She guessed that he was transgender and not a "dyke" at all.

Come here my lovely. He drew her gently to the bed, curling up in a spoon with her. He caressed her and held her and told her what a beautiful woman that she was and how exquisitely she had submitted. He told her how brave she had been and how proud he was of her that she had not succumbed to using her safe word. He told her that he knew this was her first experience with someone like him and that he understood that it might be confusing for her.

In truth, she wasn't so much confused as shocked at the depth of her response to him. And she was shocked that someone born without a penis could be so utterly male.
They fell asleep together. Both of them were exhausted. When Don Juan woke up the next morning she was gone. On her pillow he found a note.