A Trans-Lesbian Montreal Love Affair!

What a shame I thought, because I remembered back then that I would have loved to have the opportunity to take “her” to bed! I like trannies generally more as friends and usually not as lovers. I like being with a man as a woman and generally don’t find my feelings towards fellow trans girls to be sexual, but this “gal” just made me crazy. There was a true lesbian inside me! There were just so many things about her that I so liked. She was everything that I was yet she was most likely far more “innocent” than I. Her naturally lithe and slim shape was even more fem than mine. Her face was beautiful and her clothes just fell perfectly on her petite little figure. She would have looked great in a burlap bag but I was imagining her naked in my arms!

I had the opportunity to talk with her and I coyly flirted as we spoke. I know that “we girls” love flattery – especially if it is done in a “tasteful” manner. Eventually we talked about some of the people at Café Cleo’s and “Shanna” became more animated, enjoying the subject of some of the characters there. Shanna even let it slip that she had been “seduced” by one of the very pretty trans girls there and I knew that I had a very good “shot” at seducing her if I played my cards right! I could tell that she found me attractive and sexy by her returned compliments. She said things like “I bet the guys love getting into your panties”, which certainly led to more intimate discussions about sexuality, that soon found the two of us getting a wee bit “hot” and bothered!


I coyly suggested that she see the reflection in the mirror on the wall of the two of us. “Don’t we look hot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen two sexier lesbians girls together!” Shanna laughed and enthusiastically agreed. When she put her hand on my thigh as she agreed, I swooned in sensual excitement knowing that I would end up in the sack with this previously untouchable beauty. I offered Shanna another drink and she graciously accepted. I could tell she was even more of a submissive than I. By buying her a drink I had apparently signaled that I was the pretty “top” and she the even prettier “bottom”.