Samantha

He continued to desire her. He was bothered by his feelings for her, because, he supposed, his infatuation with a transsexual meant that he must be gay. After all, despite her feminine appearance, Samantha - or Sam - did have a cock and balls. As days became weeks, he found himself thinking more and more of Samantha, remembering how she'd looked, sprawled on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, her mini-skirt scrunched up to reveal her penis and testicles. He no longer found the idea of her having male genitals repugnant or offensive. Rather, the incongruity of a woman with a cock and balls was exciting. It was arousing. It gave him the stiffest, longest, thickest erection he'd ever had. Was he a queer? Even this question, which had troubled him before, no longer bothered him. If being attracted to a gorgeous creature like Sam meant that he was a queer, very well, then, he was a queer.

More and more, James masturbated to visions of himself making love to Samantha, imagining his lips on her soft, luscious lips, his hands upon her round, silken breasts, his cock between her sleek, full buttocks. His orgasms were more intense and pleasurable than any he'd ever had, either as a result of fucking a genetic female or from masturbating, and he'd shoot geysers of thick, hot semen all over his chest and belly, decorating himself with pools of his liquid passion, like melted pearls, as mementos of his love for the world's most gorgeous shemale.

A month after Sam had taken the nasty spill on the rain-slick sidewalk, James decided to ask her for a date. He had no choice. If he didn't, he'd go insane.

Of course, he'd have to wait for the right moment. He'd have to catch her alone. If anyone else in the office found him even so much as chatting with Sam, let alone asking her for a date, he'd be as scorned and reviled as Samantha herself.

James' chance came on Wednesday of the same week he'd determined to invite her to dinner and a movie. He was working late. Everyone else had left the office, Sam included. The cleaning crew had come and gone, and James was alone at his desk, a mountain of paperwork to clear, when Samantha's voice startled him.