Alex was the invisible man. John Q. Public. For sixty or so years he walked the Earth, not making any significant contribution to history, other than the fact that he could have been the father of the next Einstein, or if fate was cruel, the next Hitler.

Alex had some serious health issues but still felt physically okay, even if his body disagreed, which is why he walked with a cane, wore orthopedic shoes, and wore a wide-brimmed fedora to shield his eyes from the sun.

Today, though, Alex was sitting on his favorite bench at his favorite park, relaxing after a long walk. It was his favorite bench because it was shaded but not under a tree, so no bird messed it up.

It was his favorite park because it was the halfway point of his two-mile morning walk and offered a safe place to rest. He walked every morning for his health. It was his Doctor’s orders after all and he did want to at least try to stay active.

Today, a young woman approached his bench and smiled as she asked to sit down. She was tall, maybe five-foot-eight, and had short blonde hair cut in a pageboy style. She looked physically fit and had a set of very prominent breasts.

Her breasts were hard to ignore since she wore only a sports bra. He could see the definition in her body because she also only wore spandex leggings and cross trainers. If he had to guess they were C-cups. He tried not to stare and looked up at her face.

Her face was cute. Despite her tan, Alex could tell she was of Japanese heritage. He smiled up at her and assumed she’d asked to sit. He motioned to the empty spot.

“Sure...” he said smoothly. His voice was only a little hoarse today. “Have a seat.”

“I’m Mai,” she said in Perfect English and a sing-song voice that told Alex she wasn’t a native speaker. “You see you here a lot. Do you just come to people-watch?”

Alex chuckled at that. “No, most people don’t interest me. I stop hear halfway through my morning walk to rest before walking home again.” He tapped the tip of his cane on the ground for emphasis.

“You seem in fine shape,” she mused. Then smiled. “I bet you’d give me a run for my money, any day of the week.”

Alex scoffed. “Young lady, it’s not nice to tease your elders,” she snorted. But he smiled back at her.

After a few more minutes of good-natured banter and chatting, Alex excused himself for his walk home. It took Alex about half an hour to complete the last leg of his walk. But on approach to his house, he heard a high-pitched voice behind him.

“Oh my God!” came the squeal, and subsequent laughter. “You beat me here ... I knew you were quicker than me!”

Alex turned to see Mai approaching, pretending to be out of breath and holding her side as if she had a stitch or pain. Alex narrowed his eyes and spoke to her with just a bit of annoyance in his voice.

“You followed me...” he began, now walking back towards her. “What’s this about?”

Mai stood up straight as Alex got near and smiled at him. “Suspicious?” she asked. “Hasn’t anyone ever tried to pick you up?” She put a heavy emphasis on the word you.

“I’m usually the one with the pickup lines,” Alex grumbled back at her.

“Good-looking man like you, and the woman aren’t flocking around trying to grab you up?” Mai spat out a puff of air in disbelief.

“I told you, girl...” Alex’s tone became threatening. “It’s not nice to tease your elders. You might get into something...” But his words were cut off. Mai took a step and was now just inches from his face.

“What makes you think I want to get out of it?” Her voice was low and even, and just as melodic as the first time she’d spoken to him. She placed her hand flat against his chest. He felt her body heat through his thin golf shirt.

“Young lady,” Alex whispered. “I haven’t dated anyone in more years than you’ve been alive,” he sighed then gave her an apologetic look. “You don’t want a broken specimen like me.”

Mai leaned in and gently kissed his cheek. “Don’t I have the right to decide if you are broken or not?” she asked. Still smiling radiantly at Alex.

Alex stared quietly into her eyes, but her smile never faltered. It may have gotten wider as his gaze became harder and more serious. Then she did something unexpected. Mai leaned in and kissed Alex on the lips.

Her lips were soft and warm and he could smell the lavender scent of her body spray. His expression softened and he found himself kissing her back. Mai pushed herself away but left her palm against Alex’s chest. Now waiting and looking at him expectantly.

“For a Japanese woman, you are awfully forward,” Alex quipped—a smile splitting the stony expression on his face.

“I’m only half Japanese,” Mai said. “Ma Da’s a Scotsman,” she said with a thick Scottish Brogue. Then she laughed at Alex’s confused expression.

“So ... what?” Alex asked. You’ve got a thing for old men with expired dad bods?”

Mai frowned at that. Strangely enough, the frown didn’t diminish her cuteness. When she perked up again, she giggled. “It doesn’t look expired to me!” Then she cupped his crotch and winked at him.

Alex felt suddenly uncomfortable, as Mai made an “Ooo” sound. He was going to have to shatter her expectation of whatever she thought she’d grabbed onto.

“Don’t get overly excited,” Alex growled. “I don’t have what you think I do.”

Mai looked confused, so Alex gave a more detailed, if cryptic explanation. “I’ve got a lot of health issues, and I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, if you don’t use it you’ll lose it?” He shrugged. “Well, I lost it ... most of it anyway.”

Mai’s brow furrowed for a moment, then shot up in realization. “Seriously!?!” she asked.

Alex had expected, any of the usual responses. Pity, sympathy, or just telling him if he ain’t go it, she doesn’t want him. But he got none of that. Mai seemed, intrigued.

Suddenly, Mai’s eyes went wide and she stepped back and bowed low to her waist. “Sumimasen!” she shouted. “Gods ... I’m sorry!” her voice cracked. “I mean, I didn’t mean anything bad ... I just...”

Alex sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. “I see your Japanese side comes out when you’re upset.” Mai looked up to see Alex smiling. “I know you didn’t mean anything.”

Alex looked around and finally said. “You know what ... let’s go inside so the neighbors don’t think we’re weirdos,” and he pushed Mai toward his door gently.

Inside, Alex led Mai to the sofa and then went to his coat closet, hung up his hat and rested his cane in a corner, then took a seat in his recliner. He stared at Mai for a long few moments before speaking again. So ... what’s your deal?” Alex began, looking at Mai appraisingly. “Chubby Chaser? Into Dad Bods?” he was watching for any reactions. “A Daddy’s girl? Little cub, needs to find her Daddy Bear?” Mai’s expression just went from apologetic to amused.

“You certainly have the lingo down,” she chirped. “Whichever one you want me to be, I will,” she went on. “Fact is, most people leave or run away when they find out who I am.”

That comment took Alex by surprise. “What? Are you some kind of murderer or criminal?” Alex asked. “Are you wanted by one or more agencies with three-letter names?”

At that, Mai began laughing and her dour mood was broken. “Should I show you?” Mai asked. Alex cocked an eyebrow at that and leaned back in his chair.

“Very well...” Alex said, grinning. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t what he got. Mai turned her back to him and began stripping. Off came her sports bra. He immediately noticed her tanned skin had no tan lines from clothing.

Next, she kicked off her cross-trainers and then began to lower her leggings. She was totally bare under her clothes. And again. No tan-lines. But when she spread her legs shoulder width and turned, Alex gasped audibly.

Mai had a penis. A pretty well-formed penis at that. It hung straight and he could see she’d been circumcised. In its flaccid state, it was about four or five inches long, from what Alex could tell from his distance from her.

“At home, they call me, Newhalf,” Mai said, a little sadly. “Here in the States they call me Tranny, or Shemale,” She spat those two as if they tasted bad in her mouth.

“Yeah, I’ve heard those terms,” Alex admitted. “I usually use Transwoman,” that seemed to bring a smile back to Mai’s face.

“You’re pretty savvy for an older guy,” Mai said. “You have no idea how many people run.” She turned to get dressed again, but Alex stopped her.

“Don’t...” he said, making Mai look back over her shoulder at him. “I like the way you look, stay like that.”

“So, are you gay, or bi?” she asked, turning and giving her dick a pull before sitting down again, legs spread and dick hanging over the edge of the sofa.

“Not sure,” Alex huffed. “I’ve only ever been with women,” he stopped, then amended his comment. “Genetic women. I never considered anything else.”

“And you aren’t weirded out that you technically kissed someone that used to be a guy?”

Alex grinned. “I might be if you’d tried to slip your tongue in...” then he winked at her. “Back when I was in high school we had a variation of a game called Seven Minutes in Heaven,” He saw Mai’s face light up with amusement.

“Our version had the two participants blindfolded before going into the closet,” Surprise crossed Mai’s face at that admission. “So, yeah ... once in a while a guy got caught kissing a guy and a girl kissing a girl.”

Alex shrugged like it was no big deal. Through it all, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of Main’s body. Even knowing now that she was trans, she had the soft curves and smooth skin of a woman, and Alex was very attracted to her.

Alex’s eyes got wide, though when he noticed Mai getting an erection while they talked. Mai had begun blushing as well. She crossed her legs to try and hide her growing excitement.

“I’m kind of exposed here,” she said with a slight cough. “How about you show me your secret, now that you know mine.”

Alex hesitated for a moment but then shrugged. He stood kicked off his loafers and dropped his pants. He pulled his shirt up over his head, exposing his hairy chest and Dad’s belly, as well as the ten-inch long scar down the center of his chest.

Mai gasped at the sight of the scar, but Alex waved her off. He dropped his boxers and sat down in his chair, his legs apart. Mai’s expression turned to wonder as she looked at Alex. Unclothed, he looked tired now and resigned.

What fascinated her was his groin. Alex’s testicles were large and pendulous, but his penis was about four inches long and seemed dwarfed by his balls. Alex noticed her stare and grinned a crooked grin.

“That’s as good as it gets.” and he spread his arms, palms up. “And before you ask, no ... it doesn’t get hard, and yes, it has shrunk. They call it penile atrophy and it happens after major surgeries and as a side effect of some medications.”

“Gotcha!’ Mai said with a touch more enthusiasm than he thought she would. He also noticed that her erection hadn’t subsided, even with the nature of their talk. “Yeah, I get it...” she said. “I’m just the opposite, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she gripped her cock and stroked it a few times. “I have delayed detumescence. It isn’t exactly priapism, but I don’t go soft until I cum.”

Alex nodded appreciatively. “I’ll trade places if it bothers you,” he said jokingly. They both got a laugh out of that, then sat looking at each other with smiles. Mai was the next to speak.

“Hey!” Mai said suddenly, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. In that position, Alex thought that she could probably suck her cock. “Is there still feeling?”

Alex gave her a quizzical look, so she rephrased her question. “So if someone were to try and suck you off, would you feel it? Would you still be able to cum?”

Alex couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, that still happens. I make it happen in the shower on a regular basis,” Then Alex also leaned forward. “The Doctor says it’s good for my prostate. Why, were you planning on sucking me off?”

To Alex’s surprise, Mai looked him straight in the eyes and asked, “May I?”

Alex fell back against the backrest of his chair, completely nonplussed, his jaw slack.

Alex finally found his voice after a few moments. Mai was still smiling. “Are you serious?” he asked with no small amount of incredulity. “I mean, I’m old enough to be your Grandfather.”

It was Mai’s turn to dismiss Alex’s statement with a wave, as she stood from the sofa. “It’s just a number,” she said as she began taking steps toward Alex. “Are you feeling weird because I have a penis also? Are you thinking this is gay?”