He sat in his car thinking what the hell to say, to do, this was also his first encounter with another guy face to face and as nervous about the meeti...g as his friend.Soon however he was soon parked and walking through the terminal to the meeting place at the bar, conscious that he was early and had time to relax prior to the meeting.As he entered the bar, he had no idea his meeting was about to take a twist, he ordered a drink and went straight to the bathroom needing to piss so bad due to. What's her name?”“Tiffany. She has super long, green & purple hair and big dark eyes, and her boobs are bigger than mine! She's really pretty. Most of the guys at the bar don't even know she's trans. They're always flirting with her.” “Sounds like a real hottie. I hope I get to meet her someday.” “Really?”“Uh, remind me to show you some of my artwork sometime.”“You didn't tell me you were an artist. What kind of stuff do you draw? Or paint?”“That's a whole other conversation. So, speaking of. She was about five foot six inches tall, with blonde shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. She had a lovely face, and a hot 34C-24-35 body that turned heads wherever she went."Can I help you with anything?" she repeated, smiling. I snapped out of my dazed state "Oh, sorry... I... I need some books," I said, unable to form anything more intelligent!"Well I kind of assumed that, considering this is the bookstore!" she said, grinning at me.What an idiot! "Yeah... I guess so," I said,. Interestingly enough, I never thought I could admit the submissive fantasies because of the homoerotic nature of them. But I do think that she would have been okay with them, if I had the courage to admit them because she was essentially dominating me anyways. Also, I had admitted to her that I had some gay sex before (although I didn't mention the fact that I was the bottom wearing panties!!!) She basically already dominated my life. Only once did I have the courage to ask for dominant.