Realization vs. Reality

So I’m working in this little town and spending my weekends playing golf, or going to the movies. I wasn’t planning on going back into the city anymore, so my dreams of finding me a real shemale slowly faded.

One night, about two weeks from the end of the job, I decided to go out to a bar down the street. It was within walking distance, and I had kept telling myself I would check it out before I went home for good.

The food was good, the beer was cold, and they had live entertainment after 10. It was just before midnight, and I was finishing my fifth and what I swore would be my last beer. As I was turning to leave, this young woman sat down beside me.

I guessed her to be about 25 or so, with long blonde hair and a really nice figure. She was about 5’8”, tall for a woman, and slim, with what appeared to be a nice full set of tits. She had a thin waist and her hips flared in a way that made me do a double take. She was wearing a tight multi colored dress, cut low in front and with a hem line that was threatening to climb above her thighs as she slid onto the stool next to me.

I sat back down and turned towards her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked. An oldie but a consistently successful ice breaker.

“Sure she said, if you sit and have one with me”

Now there was no way I was walking out with that kind of invitation handed to me by this hot little number.

I sat back down and she ordered for both of us.

“Two shots and two drafts barkeep” she said, smiling mischievously.

The bartender didn’t ask shots of what, or what kind of beer, so I figured her for a regular.

“I’m Jamie” she said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, my name is Tim” I reply, taking her hand. It was warm and delicate, with long tapering fingers and well manicured nails.

The shots,(whiskey), and the beers( draft lager), arrived and we moved to a table.

We chatted for awhile about nothing in particular. The band was playing and announced they were going to “slow it down” a little.