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Dick Girl 1

Summer Winter

My name is Hanna. Hanna Banana. I'm a young transsexual. And yet, meanwhile I am also 26 years old. I'm married to a very nice and successful man. Aaron earns a lot of money as a doctor. More precisely, as a plastic surgeon. Aaron has just turned 45 and reads every wish from my lips.
I know there's a big difference in age. But how many transsexuals manage to find a husband? And then another one so well-off? Even if Aaron isn't visually a dream man, he's my husband. And maybe it's not the big love either. But I have grown very fond of him.
Three years ago Aaron asked me to marry him. How could I have said no? We'd only been together a year then. Of course we don't have children. We both wanted children, but we neither found a surrogate mother nor were we allowed to adopt. My caring Aaren works very hard and very much. I work a lot too. As an interior designer, decorating and designing is my passion. We live in San Francisco, in a fancy Victorian town villa.
Aaron is Jewish. He doesn't look like a model, but he's not ugly either. He is very friendly, polite, charming and courteous to everyone. Aaron is actually exactly how a woman should imagine her husband. But there is one small catch. And that really literally a «little hook». Aaron's penis is far below the American average and measures barely 10 cm.
I, on the other hand, am exactly right with 1.68 m. A little small, maybe, and with the hormones I'm taking. But just in the right places. I have very feminine curves, my cup size is 95 D. Aaron made it himself for my 25th birthday. My hair is blonde and it's up to my shoulders. My eyes are bright blue and deep as the sea.

Dick Girl 4

Jupiter Hill

I wasn't a very good-looking boy. To be honest with you, I didn't have it in the optics department. I wasn't thin or fat, just average with a slightly bigger belly. I was small, with a round face, disheveled brown hair and glasses. In other words, I was a classic geek. I didn't have many friends, and now that I had moved to a new high school in the city, I had even fewer. And girlfriends? Forget it. Most of the girls wouldn't even look at me, all 1.6" tall and average. But to be fair, the friends I had were pretty good buddies. Not that I was shy and introverted, but my previous school was mainly made up of athletes, and I certainly didn't belong to that group. So my friends would sit together and we would joke and talk about the latest video game or sporting event or science fair. It wasn't really that bad, and I'm not complaining. By the way, my name is John.
But sometimes I wish I was something more than just average. I wanted to be noticed by those pretty girls, just a little. And… okay, time to let you in on a big secret: I was just a little bi. Yeah, bisexual. I was definitely not gay, I mean I was much more interested in girls than boys. But there was this one athlete, Brian. He was a bit older than me and super athletic. Short, black hair, wide shoulders and narrow hips, muscular arms, chiseled jaws… and well, sometimes I used to fantasize about sharing a bed with him.
Like any 18-year-old, I had discovered porn a while ago and had been wanking over it for a while. At first it was mostly straight stuff. But then, out of curiosity, I watched some gay videos. The first ones I found really boring. Then I saw one where both guys were very athletic and muscular and both had big, thick cocks. One was obviously more submissive and he let the other one fuck hard and fast in the ass.