Not one of mine, but it’s still a good one!
I’m struggling a little bit here and not with writer’s block. Just with this whole scene in general. It’s a little goofed up. So many of us submissive guys who are crazy about tgirls want them to top us and the really hot ones just want to be girls and be topped by guys who probably would just as soon be topping a cis-girl. Now tell me that’s not a recipe for general unhappiness all around!
Sure there are some exceptions to this rule, as there are in all situations, but not many. I believe my muse and general all round hot blonde Foxy Angel is a top that likes being a top. If she bottoms for a boyfriend I’ve never witnessed it in a picture or video.
Things are changing pretty fast and in the future there might be more men comfortable with a really hot girl no matter what her equipment may be. That would help out the new girls and make it easier for them to find acceptance and dates. But what about guys like me?
I understand how if you are wanting to become a girl you would want to distance yourself from all things male. And that especially includes the penis that most separates you from your desired state of being and everything that comes with it. That is the physical aspect and as a species we definitely judge a book by the cover so the cover has to look and feel like a female. This all makes complete sense and let me say that I really appreciate all the hard work you ladies put into the cover art!
Some subs are pretty zealous, looking more for a mistress than a girlfriend who can top them and I can see where that would be a turnoff, but I’d wager there are fair number of men who want an equal in life and a top (or equal) in the bedroom. If you know what you want to become please don’t take this as me trying to sway you. That’s not what I’m trying to do. However, if you’re a t-girl who is not sure about going all the way, I want to encourage you that there are guys out here who are thrilled with you being the ‘third’ sex. Embrace what you are now and wrap it in a thick layer of confidence, because your confidence is what really gets us guys or girls turned on! I don’t give two hoots in hell what’s between your legs, if you’ve got confidence in your eyes and actions. Sexy will ooze from your pores and that confidence will be the chariot that takes any girl from meh to sexy quicker than the new Dodge Demon will get you a speeding ticket.
Guys, if you want to help these incredible ladies find that confidence you have to do your part too. Treat them as the beautiful women they appear to be and then embrace whatever other treasures they may have to share with you. If we all work together we can create an environment free of guilt and judgement. Then when boy meets girl, they both part with a big smile on their faces.
I watched the 1954 movie White Christmas on Christmas Eve. Now this is not the first time I’ve ever watched it, but it was the first time I tuned out the dialog and just watched the body language in the engagement scene. Suddenly I see it in an all new Dominant T-Girl light. In the movie these two are clumsily trying to entangle Bob and Betty, the other two characters played by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. Bing and Rosemary have just had a fight in the previous scene which leads to this one.
Search YouTube ‘White Christmas Engagement’ to watch the scene. Watch with the sound on first to get a feel for it, then I recommend watching with the sound muted. Above is a still from near the end of the scene for reference. But take a moment to really look at the still. Vera has a hand midway up Danny’s thigh, she’s leaning in, her eyes heavy lidded with a hopeful smile. Vera is obviously taking charge here and if you have my mind she’s trying to talk him into giving up the goods.
Now let’s add some of our own dialog to the scene which won’t match their lips moving, but what do you expect from a low budget operation like mine?
Danny: How do you figure that?
Vera: I’m not sure but daylight is starting to glimmer. Last night she couldn’t sleep, today she won’t eat. She’s in lust.
Well if that’s lust somebody goofed.
Oh, it’s lust alright. I’m sure she wants to stick her dick in him, but she putting up barriers.
She’s the mother hen and I’m the little chick. She won’t take a guy until I’m already balls deep in one. Married or engaged or something.
Well I guess that’s the end of that.
Unless I find a guy who will let me fuck him and get engaged to him real fast.
Even if it wasn’t a crazy idea where are you going to find a guy up here in the wilderness? There’s nobody around.
I don’t know…
There’s no one around here. Be realistic, who are you going to find up here to stick your dick in?
Well, I suppose it ought to be someone that I know.
That always helps.
And it ought to be a man…
That’s an absolute must.
It should be a mature man, with a nice tight ass that’s also deep…
Mature, tight, deep…
Witty, charming, deep throats with ease and swallows…
Witty, charming, deep throat, oh sure. Where’re you going to find such a super man?
Don’t be so modest.
Honey, fellas like that don’t….me?
Well you’re not exactly superman, but you’re awfully available.
Now Judy don’t get any ideas. I’m not ready for that yet! I’m not the ass fucking kind!
Oh, now once I’m slipping into you I’m sure I can change your mind.
I’m not the slipping into kind!
Well what kind are you?
I’m the I don’t mind getting my best friend fucked in the ass, but I’m terrified to do it myself kind.
How terrible could it be for a few days? My big girl cock sliding in and out of your tight butt. You sucking me back stage and us getting caught to sell it to everyone. You do like me don’t you?
Uh…ssure I do.
I mean I’m not exactly repulsive.
And you do find me to be sexy, horny the kind of girl that could fuck you into the bed…
I do, but I feel the same way about my aunt Matilda!
Oh. Well, let’s just skip it. I was only thinking of Betty getting to fuck Bob.
Betty fucking Bob. Yea. Look, it would only be temporary?
Well of course. You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who goes around using her sister as an excuse to fuck guys in the ass do you?!
Of course not. Nobody thinks that. Now let me figure this out. You’d only be fucking my ass for two or three weeks at the worst…at the most I mean.
Well of course.
And we wouldn’t have to announce our…um…engagement until absolutely necessary.
Well ok. It’s a deal.
But don’t you think I should get started right now. I mean I am all hard and ready.
Nnnnot until absolutely necessary.
Oh, I think it’s absolutely necessary.
I hope you have fun with this little scene high – jacking. I know I did.
Yep. I’ve got it. No doubt about it. Damn the luck, it’s probably terminal too. Oh, not that having it will kill me so much as I’ll die with it. Of course my wife is a pretty good shot…I guess it could kill me. What am I talking about? Obsessive Tgirl Disorder. OTD. You might have it too.
I can only go so long then I have to go surfing the web or my own brain for Tgirl fantasies. Not just any Tgirl. You know what I like. The ones who are all about being the big D. Rolling over on top of their guy and filling him with their special type of Tgirl love. Or lust. I’m equal opportunity that way. I can’t stay way from either love or lust.
I see a pretty girl out and about and what do I imagine in my Walter Mitty moments? Her stepping up to me and kissing me. Deep and passionate. In a breathy voice she says, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve got to have you.” She pushes me against the wall and presses her hard-on into my thigh. “Are you man enough to take me?”
I can’t get enough of that stuff. The girl ringing me out at the hardware store, the one selling me a new phone, the one taking my fast food order all have the potential to stoke the fires of an OTD fantasy.
Take the young lady in the above picture for instance. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I stumbled on her photo as part of a ‘shemale bulge’ image search. As soon as I saw her I was captivated and I’m sure you see why. By the way, that’s a girl you’re looking at, not a Tgirl. I did the research on the picture because I’d like to use if for cover art. She’d make a great Lana, but my point is that everywhere you look there is fodder for your OTD needs. Cause let’s face it, if you’re reading this blog, you’ve got it too.
I guess it’s not too bad having OTD. At least it’s not as obvious on the outside as some of the other disorders out there. I mean, I can keep it all in my head. But if the women around me ever get the ability to read my mind. I’m in deep trouble.
Sometimes when I’m listing to a song the lyrics really speak to me and as a writer I appreciate their turn of a phrase. But sometimes scenes of Dominant Tgirls dance in my head. Hey! I saw you roll your eyes there! LOL! Alright, so lots of things or situations make me think of dominant tgirls, but then, that’s where the stories come from.
In this post I want to share a couple of songs that make those visions of dominant tgirls dance in my head. The first one is Misery Business by Paramore. I was going to post the lyrics here, but it’s easy enough for you to find them online just like I did. When Hayley Williams is singing ’cause I’ve got him where I want him now,’ and then ‘that it just feels so good,’ I’m melting in my shoes imagining some hot dominant tgirl singing the song and of course she has him under her ‘where she wants him and being buried in him is what is feeling so good. Actually the rest of the song still fits the scene too. At least for me.
Another song that always gets the dominant Tgirl juices flowing is ‘Self Esteem’ by the Offspring. ‘Late at night she knocks on my door, drunk again and looking to score, now I know I should say “No” but that’s kinda hard when she’s ready to go,” My mind slips in ‘but it’s big and hard when she’s ready to go’ and I’m transported to a scene where that delicious dominant Tgirl is standing there as he opens the door. Hard cock obvious in her jeans, she pushes through the door and pins him against the wall as she stuffs her tongue down his throat and grinds her hard-on against him. ‘I may be dumb but I’m not a dweeb, I’m just a sucker with no self esteem.’ Yea man. I get it.
There are other songs that have lyrics that send me, but I’m going to save those for another time. You know, I might have to write a story about that last one. I could title it ‘No Self Esteem’….I wonder if the Offspring could ever forgive me?