When I was growing up, I always felt different. Like I didn’t belong in this body. It may sound like a typical transgender discovery story, but it is not. I came from a very open family who would embrace every aspect of my personality. At age 7, when being a boy I wore my mom’s dress to a party and they applauded for my courage despite of attracting hatred from the rest of the family. To when I was beaten up in the college for my obnoxious dressing sense, by some men, who could accept evolution. This incident scarred me for life. I went back to the boring khakis and blacks. I hated each day of being alive. At 32, I was still a virgin, trying to figure out who I really was. But, now I proudly share my story of an erotic sex with a shemale I had during the pride parade.
It was back in 2015 when I heard of the vibrant pride parade. The promotional videos looked vivid and inviting. It looked like a big party on the road and I felt like I had to be there. It was my calling to be with people who could make any sense of my emotions. So, I went to the Pride.
Still in my khakis, I walked up to the desk to register. The shemale on the registration desk was very friendly. Within seconds of interaction, she even commented on my choice of clothing coming to the Pride. She suggested what I must wear on the day to show my true colours to the world. Feeling a tinch of happiness, I walked in at the ladies’ section in Zara. I picked up a neon cropped top and tiger print skirt with leather boots. It was so me, but, I still didn’t have enough balls to wear it. I packed them up in my bag and left for the pride.
I walked on the side-walk not to be starred by the onlookers in disgust. I was smiling and walking with my head down just to bump in to Nina, the shemale at the registration desk. She looked at me and asked, “why aren’t you dressed?”. To which I responded that, I felt ashamed. She laughed and announced to the world, “Today is the day when you shall lose it to the pride”.
She took me in an alley and asked me to change in to the costume that I carried in my bag. I was nervous, so I turned towards the wall and started stripping, obediently. Then, Nina came from behind and held my shoulders. She said, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of” and lifted her skirt to show me her dick without balls. I was shocked but moved by her gesture. I bent down to pick my clothes from my bag when Nina pushed me on the wall. She kissed me hard and I shivered. She was caressing my neck and torso with her red lips.
With each subtle kiss, I loosened up. Then, she got down on her knees and spread my legs. She gave my dick a deep suck and raised her hands to pinch my tits. I was aroused. I held her face closer to my hard dick and pressed her mouth to take me in, deeper. She gagged a bit but continued to suck me. She got up to lift her skirt and touch our dicks together. I giggled. Then, she turned me around to finally make me lose it. Her dick was so hard that one thrust got her in my butthole. I gave a loud moan. She fucked me hard while I shagged myself in that dark alley. Her juices trickled down my thighs and she gave one last bend, to lick it off. I never imagined this thrilling experience of having erotic sex with a shemale would bring heavenly pleasure for me.
I was blushing. She looked at me and gave me a broad smile. She threw my clothes towards me and said, “Now you are ready for the pride”.