Harry and the Transsexuals by Marlene Sexton Page B

joking. His hand rested on Sarina’s bare flesh. It was warm and smooth and not what Harry expected.
    “See? Now you promised to give us a chance,” Sarina said. Harry looked at Sarina and then down at his hand. It was dark and he couldn't see much, but he clearly felt Sarina's cock and balls. She wasn't hard, but she had a cock, that was for sure. Harry, yanked his hand away and looked back to Sarina, his mind reeling.
    “Look, Harry. What I said was true. I thought you looked lonely and I thought we might be able to help. You said we looked pretty. I promise, we don't have to do anything you don't want. Could be fun though.”
    Harry looked at Deidre, “You got one too?”
    “Yeah. Wanna feel it?” Deidre said and giggled.
    Harry looked back at Sabrina. This was a little surreal. Even though he'd felt Sarina's cock, he was having a hard time reconciling that with what he saw. Neither girl was a perfect ten, but they didn't look like men. Not even close. Sure, they were both tall, but they were pretty too and Sarina had beautiful tits. Her eyes were just stunning. How could she be a transsexual? Harry wasn't sure what to think.
    Harry had been with women he'd met in lounges before. Usually one night stands. However, this was different. These girls were pretty, but they were...well, they were men. They didn't look like men, but still. Harry was confused, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Suddenly, he had one question and asked, “Why? Why me, why now?”
    “Look, I know you've got questions. Deidre and I might look like girls, act like girls, even think like girls, but we’re a lot like you. Honestly Harry, we’re horny,” Sarina said, giggled at the frank admission and continued, “You were here alone and I thought you looked like you could use a little fun. I think you're kind of cute. I wanna fuck you, OK? Deidre does too.”
    Sarina took Harry's hand and looked into his eyes. She was pretty. Beautiful, in fact. He had to admit that he hadn't felt this way in years. If Sarina could be believed, she liked him. Apparently, they both did. That hadn’t happened in…well, that had never happened. Sarina’s hand was so soft and warm and looking into her eyes made Harry melt inside.
    He couldn't help but trust Sarina. He didn't doubt what she said, he just wondered if he could do it. He imagined himself touching a cock. It didn't seem like it would be pleasant. However, when he thought of touching Sarina's cock specifically, or Deidre’s for that matter, it was kind of exciting. In fact, he already had and it was intriguing.
    However, Harry was afraid to follow that line of thinking to its logical conclusion. He was afraid what he might discover about himself. Harry was so conflicted. On one hand, he was worried about being gay and all that. On the other hand, however, the thought of these two girls in his bed was pretty fucking hot. Not guts no glory, right?
    “You promise I don't have to do anything that makes me uncomfortable? I’ve got to be honest; I've got mixed feelings about this,” Harry said deciding to see where this went.
    “I promise, Harry. You get nervous Deidre and I will back off. If you can't do it, maybe we'll just give you a kinky lesbian show and a blowjob. I'm glad you’re willing to be a little adventurous, though. Who knows? You might discover it's not as bad as you think. ,” Sarina said and squeezed Harry's hand.
    “It'll be fun, Harry. Promise!” Deidre said. The girls got up and Harry followed. He felt nervous, but a good nervous. He hadn't felt this way in long time. Maybe this would be fun. Besides, who would know what went on back in his room but him? That thought made Harry feel better. No matter what, it would be his little secret.
    He watched Sarina and Deidre walk towards the door. He hadn't been able to tell while sitting, but now that he was standing, he realized the two girls were several inches taller than he was in their heels. They were hot, he thought