Autobiography Of A TGirl – Part three
by Caramel Black

One day, while walking home from school, we tossed around the idea of catching a movie or going to the mall to hang out and people watch so we exchanged phone numbers. So there I was at home one night itching to call him. I picked up the phone, dialed his number, but then stopped and hung up. I repeated this process three times before I finally allowed my call to go through. When he picked up, I didn’t really know what to say and asked him if I’d caught him at a bad time, half-hoping he’d tell me that I did.

“No, I was just doing some homework”, he replied.

“On a Saturday night” Devin? “Instead of hanging out with some hot girls?”

“Well, yeah. See, I had three dates lined up consecutively for

tonight, but they all fell through.”

“That’s not funny. You could actually do that if you wanted too,

if you put yourself out there.”

“Yeah, you too, kiddo. So what’s your excuse for being at home tonight?”

“My dates fell through, too.”
“Well, in that case, we might as well be doing our homework together.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when he asked so I invited him over.

“Yeah, but it’s like ten o’clock already. Wouldn’t your folks mind?”
“I’ve lost track of the time. Weren’t your parents going to Atlantic City again this weekend?”

“Yeah, Dev. They should be getting there just about now. They won’t mind the hour. I think they’ll be just glad to see I have a new friend.”

“Okay then,” he replied. “I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

We started out with art history in my room, which was one of my favorite subjects. Devin liked art, too, but couldn’t understand Picasso’s cubism so I tried my best to explain it to him.

“You’re pretty deep aren’t you?” he asked, once he started to get it.
“No, actually I’m pretty shallow, Dev.”
“You’re basically a loner like me, right?”
“Yep.”
“I thought at first that you had some sort of racial hang-up going on.”
“Why would you think something like that, Devin?”
“Well, there’s only a handful of other black kids at our school and you seemed to have some sort of special common friendliness with them. But then I’d see you talking with all different kinds of kids once in awhile and decided that wasn’t it.”
“Yeah, I like everyone, Devin, even white kids like you.”
“So what did you think of me at first?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Sure, I’ve probably heard it before.”
“Okay. When I first saw you in homeroom class, I um, thought you were a girl at my first glance. I’m sorry. Maybe i shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Don’t be sorry. That’s nothing new. But why didn’t you change your seat or something once you realized that I wasn’t one? You didn’t mind being seen sitting next to such a girly boy?”
“I didn’t say it bothered me, did I?”
Uh, no. I guess you didn’t.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if Devin was asking me what else I’d thought about him because I wondered if he was as attracted to me as I was to him. Thinking this would probably be the best time to find out for sure since we had complete privacy for a change, I decided to go for it. I rose from the desk and began to leave the room.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked.
“Keep studying,” I replied. I’ll be back in a few. And to answer your question, I think that you have an open mind, Dev. At least, I hope so.”

My opportunity to reveal my feminine side to Devin had finally arrived so I took total advantage of it, not knowing when it would come again. As soon as I reached my bedroom, I stripped out of my t-shirt and blue jeans. I’d already laid out a sexy outfit, having hoped things would turn out as well as they had so far. I sat at the edge of the bed, curled up one leg of my sheerest pair of black stockings and smoothed the soft fabric over my painted toes, up my calf and thigh , repeating the process with the other silky stocking.

Then I stood up to pull the hose up my thighs, over my stiffening cock and around my hips. I wriggled my body into my favorite short, low-cut black lycra minidress which showed off the large points of my nipples and showcased my long smooth legs. In the bathroom, I put on a little makeup and lipstick and smoothed some finger waves into my hair with a little styling mousse. I was completely satisfied with my feminine look in my reflection in the mirror and it was now or never.

Part 4 will be posted on Jan. 17th

The author Caramel Black is a sexy non-operative transsexual webmaster. She runs Carmel’s Tgirls, a blog with the world’s hottest crossdressers, transvestites, transgenders and transexuals with comprehensive website reviews. Visit Carmel’s Tgirl Blog: Caramel’s Tgirls