Remember, the stories I’m writing here are true, and not some BS just for entertainment. I also wanna hear if anyone else has had similar experiences, so if you’d like to share, don’t be shy!
With that said, it’s time to get down to the real confessions…I’ll start with my first encounter which was in High School, at the age of 15, with an Asian Ladyboy.
First thing you’re thinking is, how did you happen to meet an Asian Ladyboy, in High School? Well, I lived in a big city with a large Asian population, and this Ladyboy, actually started out as just, a boy. He was pretty cool, into good music, and friends with lots of cute girls.
Once, he struck up a conversation with me out of the blue, and we became good friends from then on. Most of the “tough guys” at school wouldn’t have been caught dead talking to a “freak” like that, but I had an open mind, and didn’t give a shit.
After hanging out for about 6 months, I started to forget my friend was a so-called male…wasn’t on the inside, and barely was on the outside either. Anyway, he used to tell me I was cute, and would I ever try it with someone different, like him. I said, “No, I’m not into guys.” But he asked me, “If I was a girl, would you?”
One night he called me up to invite me over to hang out. His mom was out of town, so it would be mellow to listen to music all night. When I got over there, I could hardly believe who answered the door. It was my friend, as a gorgeous Asian girl!!!
Everything was perfect, the hair, the makeup, the clothes, and the sexy nails. She asked, “What do you think?”
What could I say? She looked more beautiful than most of the hot Asian girls at my school! “You look good,” I replied, and she smiled and said, “Come on in.” What a trip, I thought. I’d never even been with a girl, never even had a first kiss. Guess you say I was a late bloomer.
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