Missy

ave you ever had a fantasy. The kind that turns into an obession, the kind that infects every waking and sleeping moment. A fantasy so disturbing and unlike your everyday persona that its almost eveil, and dirty and seick... and yet wonderfully insane and hedonistic and silky smmoth and sexy. The kind of fantasy you cannot tell anyone about, not your girl friend, not even your best friend and confidant. The kind you keep in your sinfull heart and cherish the freams and thoughts like a precious thing.

That's what I have been living for the last six months or so. Ever since I saw pictures on the net of transexuals engaging in sex. I am a fifty year old man. Divorced fathered two wonderful children, who have since moved away, btu still talk to me every chance they can. I love them. I love women. I love to have sex with women. I am not gay. I have never hever thought of a man as sexy. I still don't think of a man in any way as sexy. I cannot imagine myself ever entreating the concept of sucking a mans cock, never mind actually letting one fuck my ass or my fucking theirs. Yuck. The idea gives me chills. And yet a tranny. A sexy girl-boy. Sliender and willowy, with soft bronzed skin, and soft sexy breasts, large or small, (but somehow small ones are even more interesting.) The thought of getting in a sexual situation with a young sexy tranny, makes my cock start to throb. My skin starts to sweat, and my pams itch. I've had dreams where I am getting a soft gentle and oh so sexy BJ from a petite young thing with a dick, and woke up wet from having cum in my pants...

Tonight I have taken a step towards living that fantasy. I found an ad... I have been looking at ads in the local entertainment papers here for a while now. But never went so far as to call one. Tonight I found an ad featuring a young 20 year old transexual, named Missy. Her-his picture is remarkably the image of my night visions. Young small perky breasted. Dark, tanned and toned. I looked at the ad for a long moment. And put it away On the way home I stopped at the park and sat at a bench I agonized while I pulled it out gain. I stared at the picture. My hands started to shake. My dreams were coming into focus in the sweet face in that ad. I pulled out my cel phone, and started to puch the buttons. One ring... two rings... three rings...

"Hello"

A sweet sexy sounding voice came on. Breathy and youthful sounding. Matching a incredibly sexual woman.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Her voice was so feminine and soft, I was already sure. I proceeded, shakily, completely unconfidant, and surely exuding reluctance.

"Missy?"

"Yes"

"Oh God.I have never done anything like this."

"Yes."

"I saw your ad in the paper"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering, what you charge for a session, say an hour."

She named her price.

"How would i go about making an appointment?"

"Just call me with a half hour notice"

"Really?"

"Yes"

My retisence melted away, with every soft sounding musical note of her voice, I was closer to making my decision. I made it.

"How about Sunday, around 8 or 9?"

"Yes, that Ok for me."

The tentative date was made. I breathed. I needed a small push.

"I have never done anything like this. Is there anything you need to know about me?"

"No, not really. It's all good."

"Ok so I'll call you On Sunday, to confirm."

"Yes, just call ahead. Ok Hun."