T-girl in my doorway

Not the 'T-girl' in my doorway, but a fun substitute!
Not the ‘T-girl’ in my doorway, but a fun substitute!

My Walter Mitty T-girl moments come over me in different ways. Sometimes I’m looking at the woman in the crowd and rolling a ‘what if’ scenario through my head. ‘What if’ she had a penis? How would she act? How would she look while having an orgasm?  What would it be like to have her want me? Then I have the kind of moment that hit yesterday.

I was on the phone in my office with the door open as usual when the new girl from another division stepped into the doorway. She needed me to sign off on some paperwork that my boss usually takes care of, but with my boss out it fell to me. She was wearing a brightly colored floral print dress that stopped several inches from her knees and flats. Regular business stuff, nothing sexy. When I made eye contact with her she gave me the biggest smile and showed me the paperwork. That smile lit up my office and her face.

She is a pretty girl, short with brown hair and brown eyes and the smooth white skin of youth. On a normal day she barely speaks to me so that smile carried with it a friendly intimacy that I’d not know with her before. Suddenly I had a lighting bolt image of her laying the papers on my desk and closing the door. This ‘T-girl’ hiked her skirt where I saw plain white panties pushed down and her cock pulled out. My new ‘T-girl’ unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down out of the way all while I’m still on the phone. She pushed my legs up to my chest and leaned up over me and forced my chair to recline. She buried her cock in me and proceeded to have me.

That vision was intense and real enough to make me blush a little as she looked at me and as quickly as it hit it was gone. I signed the papers while I was still on the phone and never even talked with her, but that vision is burned into my mind.

 

 

The Mighty T-Girl Bulge

I love a nice T-Girl bulge. Small ones, big ones, doesn’t matter much to me. It’s more of the context of the situation. I think an actual T-Girl bulge is rare for the obvious reason, she’s trying to look like a girl. And I can fully understand that and support it. However, for the purposes of my fantasies at least, I think there are situations where a T-Girl bulge is hugely erotic.

Honey, let's go dancing!
Honey, let’s go out dancing tonight!

I believe that it shows potential to the world for where an evening could go and if she shoots you the right look it could also show some delicious  intent. Now living in the sleepy Midwest I have yet to see a T-girl bulge out anywhere. Pretty sure that it’s never going to happen here, L.A. maybe, Midwest, nope, but this pictures work for me.

I love the images like this first one. She is dressed for the public and in my mind she wants to let the world know what the lucky guy she’s with is going to get tonight. Her T-girl bulge!

These next pictures could be photo shopped/faked but since I’m in the

I just love being near the ocean with you!
I just get so excited being near the ocean with you!

business of selling fantasies so who am I to judge? Besides, they are both believable and great shots.  Can you imagine strolling along the bay with this lovely woman? She is holding your hand and sneaking you kisses as you stroll along the waterfront.  The other couples passing you see her bulge and smile knowingly. She whispers all warm and breathy in your ear, “I love how it turns you on for me to show my bulge in public.”

 

 

Uh...something's come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!
Uh…something’s come up and I think we need to go home! Yes, now!

This woman is sporting a little something extra in her shorts. You two are visiting with the neighbors when the way you lick your lips has an interesting effect on your girlfriend’s T-girl bulge. Her sudden desire to enjoy your talented mouth causes her to announce to the table. “Come on Honey. We need to go home. I have something I need you to do for me.” When she stands up her need is obvious to everyone at the table as she takes your hand and pulls you home.

These are just my idle T-girl bulge fantasies. I’m sure you have some of your own. If you want you can share yours in a comment if you like.