Why I write transsgender Romances.
As you will see my main genre of writing is transsgender romances. The reasons for this are because when I started out writing I used to submit to a free-read site called www.literotica.com and on that site there is every genre of story imaginable but the more I read the more I found that transsexual stories weren't about love and romance, they were about sex. All the stories were concerned with were about guys 'trying something different', 'being unsure about their sexuality' or because they were drunk and horny or had been set up by their friends.
Yet the reality is transsexuals want exactly the same as everyone else. They want to be happy, accepted, allowed to live their lives without fear or ridicule, find love, settle down and maybe even have a family, whether through adoption or with a partner who already has children. They don't all live their lives to be fucked, used and abused, they aren't all pornstars cam-girls or escorts. They can, and a lot do, live normal everyday lives and most of them look exactly like they feel they are, female. Each week on my blog I bring selections of transsexual women, fully clothed, just to show the uninitiated how gorgeous the girls can be and to try and bring acceptance to their community, just as gays, lesbians and bisexuals are all being more and more accepted by society and that is just what I try to show in my stories.
Ordinary guys meeting people they think to be women, falling in love, finding out the truth yet still being happy and transsexuals not afraid to be honest with themselves and their partners, not hiding the truth and the trials and tribulations they go through to get where they get to.
There is not enough transsgender fiction out there and I am just one man trying to address the balance and bring the few that are still bigoted into 2012. My stories are not all flowers and roses, Addicted to Charlie features underworld crime, the seedy side of escorting, violence and ridicule but still the two main characters overcome all the odds and when people read my books, which are amazing by the way, I hope they reach the end and see these women in a different light, sees them as exactly the same as any other woman-with just a little extra.
Karl, a single man, meets and begins to date Charlie, a pre-op transsexual woman. Never having been gay in his life Karl journeys through confusion and lust, experiencing the delights of transsexual sex along the way, before realizing that Charlie is the perfect woman for him.
Charlotte, or Charlie as I called her, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. We met one night while I was out clubbing, getting over my third divorce, and we have been inseparable ever since. She was everything I wanted in a woman. When we first met she had been slightly overweight, nothing too drastic, but she had insisted on slimming down for me even though I didn't mind what she looked like. After all, my previous wives had all been – how should I say – curvaceous?
Her body was absolutely perfect. She was five feet, seven inches tall, had an incredible thirty-six C chest and an all-over tan. She had gorgeous brunette hair that draped around her shoulders, finishing halfway down her back. Her teeth sparkled when she smiled as she had never smoked or had any work done on them. Her eyes were a gorgeous green that always seemed to catch the light. Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention that between her legs, where she should have had a neatly trimmed pussy, she had a magnificent eight inch cock. You see my Charlie was a transsexual, and if anybody had ever said I would have ended up in this kind of relationship I would have laughed.
I never set out to end up in a relationship with a transsexual. I didn't even know she was one until we had been dating for a couple of weeks, as the most we had done was kiss. It was her that insisted on sitting me down and telling me, totally out of the blue one night when we had gone out for dinner. If I am going to be honest – and that would be the best way to be – I very nearly walked out of the restaurant there and then. Let me explain how it all came about.
For no other reason than I felt like it, I secretly booked a table at the restaurant. We had been getting on so well that I felt that maybe, instead of pubs and clubs, a nice quiet meal would make something of a nice change. As we sat eating I could sense that something was not quite right.
Normally Charlie was a bright and bubbly person, always laughing and joking, yet tonight she just sat quietly. She wasn't even eating her meal as she normally had when we were at either of our homes. She just picked and nibbled, not really making any attempt to actually finish her food. Eventually she put her cutlery down and pushed her plate away, looking at me almost apologetically.
"Is everything alright darling?" I asked her, slightly worried.
"Yes, the food's fine but I need to tell you something Karl." Charlie replied.
"That sounds ominous." I responded.
"It is something big and I don't know how you will react." Was all she said quietly, almost nervously.
"Come on darling, nothing can be that bad, just tell me."
"Just promise you won't get angry and start screaming and shouting please." She said fearfully, her voice a barely audible whisper.
"You are married aren't you?" I asked nervously, unsure what her reply would be.
"Please Karl, just promise." She pleaded.
"Okay, I promise baby."
Charlie sat there showing no emotion as she started to explain about her secret, but the more she spoke the more her eyes filled with tears. I too started to get a lump in my throat as she explained how, all her life, she had been ridiculed for being different. She told me all about the bullying she went through at school when – as a male – she felt so out of place having to change with the other boys. The things she told me no animal – let alone human being – should ever have to go through. The name calling, physical assaults and – on one occasion – being very nearly sexually assaulted.
Charlie told me that she had never felt the way she did about me with anyone else. Yes, she admitted, she had slept with men and even women before, but that was just sex. She told me she had even gone through a stage where she was selling her body to all different sorts of people just to get the money for the operation she so desperately craved, not even caring about the dangers. Charlie admitted that she would have done anything just to feel like a complete woman. I sat and listened intently and never said a word until she finally ended with the words that every man loves to hear, six little words that mean so much.
"I am in love with you."
It was then that the tears began to flow freely.
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