Le liya raatme hum sab lete the wo mujhe msg kar k puchne lagi ki tum ye sab kyo kar rahe the tumhara man chanchal ho raha tha kya karne ka irada hai ...umhara usko dekh k mera man to pahle hi usko chodne ka ho chuka thaMaine saaf saaf msg type kar kah diya ki tum mujhe sexy lagti ho mai tumhar upar letna chahta hu wo msg kar k lihkti hai ki man to mera bhi yahi hail akin yaha kaise sab log hai maine sg kiya kaha ki mai pahle bahar nikalta hu thodi der baad tum chupke se bahar aa jana usne mana. But so far she didn’t wear the jeans. “Hey, Kanna! What happened? Does it not suit me?” she enquired.“No, Maa it is not like that. I am thinking whether it fits you?” I said. “Don’t worry Kanna! I am sure, your waist is almost the same as mine. Only thing is that you are taller. I will fold the jeans at legs,” she said.I went to my room and given her my jeans which I hardly wore for two, three times. After five minutes when she came into the hall. My God! I can’t explain how cute she appeared.. ..in a way I grew up with them and within a transgendered environment.I am comfortable with that, believe it made me a better person. Because I've met and spent time with some incredibly beautiful people, not only on the outside..the inside too! I'm not the only 1 whom feel this way. Because there are born women whom feel the same way about TSs, TVs and CDs people. There are more born women whom are trans supportive and compassionate toward the TG community. I've visually witness this in. At that time I felt like a current running through my body….But I did not took this seriously as I thought it might be by mistake. Then I adjusted myself on my seat so that she does not think I’m doing it intentionally. Then after a minute her legs again touched mine. When I was again adjusting myself; she asked me whether I’m from Delhi or not. I said to her that I’m not from Delhi & I work here.I told my company’s name to her & gave her my visiting card…Then we had some normal talks & I was.