I told my friend and housemate that I was going out for some beers. I didnt want to let on for a moment where I was really going. It was just the sort of thing that doesnt go down to well in some company.
I made my way to the train station and found a phone. I called ahead to a place that looked suitable to my needs and waited for the next train. The whole trip towards my destination was marked out by nervous distraction. I was trying to weigh up the pros and cons of what I had in mind. It was impossible to deal with from an ethical standpoint so I instead gave way to desire.
When the train arrived I was deep in doubt about the whole thing. I went to the nearest hotel and bought some beer to calm the nerves and after about four or five I was able to overcome the fear and continue on. The establishment was back near the train station and I slowly made my way over, ringing the doorbell when I arrived. I was greeted by a very unconvincing transsexual.
The place itself was nice. It was a two-story terrace house. I was ushered to a waiting area just off the foyer. When seated I noticed one of the staff heading upstairs and again it was a very obvious she/he, possibly African.
All this had me worried all over again so I asked if I could meet with my potential sexual partner, seeing as I had already paid and didnt want to end up with some guy in drag. I was after an experience with someone as ambiguous in their sex as to warrant a third gender. The receptionist was happy to oblige. A phone call was made and shortly after I was greeted by a stunning oriental girl in a hugging crop-top, miniskirt and stockings; all black. The vision of this sensual creature was sufficient to allay any reluctance I might have felt. In a polite feminine voice she introduced herself to me and took my hand. It was this action which for a fraction of a second brought me back to the reality of the situation. Reality was the last thing I was looking for that night. What happened was: ... Læs hele novellen
