I said yes. People ask me if it is okay to call me a tranny. I have no problem with it. Transsexual is my favorite term because it has the word sex in...it and I love sex. However, transsexual or transgender doesn’t exactly flow off the tongue. I don’t consider the word tranny to be demeaning unless it is used in that manner. It has taken me awhile, but I am finally attracted to some other transsexual girls. I admire all of them, but am attracted to only a few. I am sure some of my future stories. My aunt lived in a nearby city with her husband who is a lawyer, they had no children.I used to stay in their house during summer holidays.Once my aunt came to our house during my quarterly holidays while I was 18 years old as her husband was going out of the station.She wanted to explore the city and planned to stay for a month with us. Our house had only two bedrooms, one for my parents and one for me, so she had toStay with me in my room.I had no sexual thoughts about my aunt and felt free. Roy the Javelin, opposite to me was kneeling up on his seat, his proud stiffy out and his jeans down below his bum. Although not afraid to be seen - as I realised quickly that my cock was of pretty good dimensions alongside theirs (Dave apart), I pumped mine more discreetly. A couple of lads who, finally, were too shy to let theirs out into the fresh air stood up in the aisle; they wanted to see of what was going on (gay or what, I thought.) Problem was we couldn’t any longer get a proper look. The scoop-necked sweater had been a great choice and she liked the wide belt too. It was, she knew, a great look, and she lifted the chin and held back her shoulders, thrusting her 36D's out proudly. Classic, exciting, she was doing her thing, her favorite thing - teasing men, displaying what they could not have, could never have. She shook back her now-auburn hair and grinned, ready for the interview as she sipped her coffee and then backed out of the parking space. Tonight, she decided, I'll.