the third sex

Writing in the last entry about watching a boy morph into a ladyboy, and at which point the feminine clicked in enough for me to cease being an observer and to have my evil way with her, brought to mind another instance, where a ladyboy I knew had a sister, a genetic girl. The two looked very much alike. They both had dark-honey skin and big eyes, and they both had wide cheekbones and the same kind of mouth, the top lip being a mite larger than the bottom lip. Their looks were very sensuous. Both were in fact very lovely people. I became consumed with the idea of taking them both, at separate times, to see how they responded between the sheets and to compare notes, purely for scientific interest, of course.

The ladyboy was first. She hadn’t yet become all that feminine, and still had a lot of boy about her. I found her to be incredibly sexy. She was physically small and light, but she had an enormous wanger. It sprang into life when you as much as looked at it, and she could really shoot a load. She was shy until we started, whereupon she became this little demon, ready for anything and with an explosive quality that left us both drained by the end of the afternoon.

Sis, on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as shy. Physically she was about the same height as her sibling, but was much lighter in weight. Her skin was even softer and warmer and more velvety. She, of course, didn’t have a wanger at all. She had the sweetest little body, almost hairless, and she let me do whatever I wanted.

The big difference for me was, that I found the ladyboy to be sexual dynamite while I found the sister to be warm and loving but ultimately just another girl. However, and I say this with some emphasis, once the business was over with the ladyboy I was happy for her to go home. The genetic girl I could have fallen in love with, and in fact I very nearly did. I could have set up a home with her, had kids, and done all the things that “normal” people do. With the ladyboy, it was pure, total sex.

How does that translate into my everyday life? I think that for me it divides the ladyboy/GG attraction. I would never envisage settling down with one ladyboy. With the right GG, I could. Although, to be perfectly honest, I’ve tried it before a few times and it never worked. Sexually, it was never enough. The melding of boy and girl, the sexual rush you get with a ladyboy, is on a different level to your experience with a GG. Once you experience them they become an important part of your life.