A little twirl ensues, your toned buttocks coming into view, swaying. The fear and panic have dissipated, only to be replaced and filled with arousal... desire and lust. Your hands run through your dark luscious hair, then sensually caress your sides again. A soft moan escapes your lips which I know are moist from you licking them. Time passes in agonizing seconds… minutes… you want me to desire you, hunger, and ache for you. Dancing to the side of the bed, you then climb onto it and straddle. But pleasure? The mind had no defense. It was rare to find anyone who could resist over a long period. Most surrendered quickly, happy to give up their petty little existences in favor of her work and perpetual reward. Why tend a field all day or worry for your next bill at the mercantile when you could simply fuck, orgasm, and obey? Others tried to fight, others that thought they had things that mattered more, but drown them in lust and joy long enough and they all eventually stopped trying to. I'd look in the mirror at myself in heels, hose, business outfit, mymakeup carefully applied, my hair colored and styled, and say, "That'sno lesbian." I mean how could I explain being not only a transgenderwoman but a lesbian?The year that I turned forty, I befriended a wonderful woman whoreminded me of Gina, my college roommate. Her name was Donna. She wasloving, kind, attractive, witty. For a year, we did a lot of thingstogether and had great fun. At times, I felt she was flirting with me.. I pinched myself. There in the bathtub was Serena, completely naked. Her naked chest wasnt what startled me though. What scared the living hell out of me was the tail. It began at her hips and encompassed her legs: a beautiful, rainbow scaled fish tail with a wide flipper on the end. Serena stared at me, I stared at Serena. Finally I turned around and walked out of the bathroom, out the front door, and into the park again. There was enough light from the city to see where I was going, so I just.