Finally, a Vacation!!

My life has changed so much in the last 2 decades! When I discovered the existence of the trans gender, I was so excited that my life changed immeasurably for the better. I knew what I liked better than anything else. From not knowing trans folks existed, I went to running into them all the time. VERY exciting and satisfying, but everything eventually gets kinda old. Human nature, right?

So, I gassed up old reliable and took off. Alone. I decided to just head north and take every 6th turn and see where a day would bring me. Turned out to be somewhere in Georgia. Perfect; I'm just another drifter hanging out. Or so I thought. Please remember my appearance, the 1st thing we all judge others by. 6 feet tall, 120 pounds of no muscle, delicate frame, and "ordinary" looking. So, I DID get some stares; mostly because I was so skinny and did nothing to hide it. I wore (and wear) tight capsleeve T shirts to showcase my arms. I had forgotten to NOT wear that uniform of the trip. Then it happened...

I was in a place called "Bubba's", seemed like a nice, quiet homespun place. There was only me and a small group of girls dining and I was lost in thought. I heard what was the second or third "excuse me" and looked up. A nice gal asked If I wanted to join them. Of course I did and they made room for me at their table. Smiles all around. Then I saw the deck of cards. They weren't playing currently but I figured out what they were for. They were bored and everyone was dealt a card. Highest wins, lowest loses. And I was the "prize". Looked like great fun so I relaxed.

We got to know each other pretty well. Seems this was a group from all walks of life that got together weekly to hang and have fun. They were all pretty and even the fat ones were in good proportion. They certainly had that in common and they all knew they were out of my league. Well, "Ditty" either won or lost the card draw and was making herself the center of my attention. No problem there, she was about 5 feet six and 100 pounds of flawless, soft flesh. She had her hand on my skinny forearm when she spoke to me. I liked that. Alot.