The Well Runs Dry

When Diamond moved away, I was fortunate to discover Zena and my transgender pursuits were taken to new and greater heights. However now with Zena now no longer around, suddenly I was left searching for a new and viable alternative to explore my Transexual pursuits, but the options were suddenly less than encouraging.

Zena's departure from my city left in her wake a vacuum in the upper echelon tier of TGirls and what remained were a host of crossdressers, part time transgenders, transvestites and such forth, and none of them held much appeal when held to the standards Diamond and Zena created with me.

 

As much as I had hoped to discover someone knew that I could add to that exclusive club, my pursuits were mainly fruitless and sometimes even a little desperate. I found myself, probably as most do when navigating a little blindly through the world of working gurls, and found myself trusting my gut in avoiding most opportunities that I found. There were some exceptions, some one-and-done's as I stuck my toe into the remaining pool on three occasions in hopes of finding a gem. 

Tracy was a transitioning TGirl still in the neophyte stages. She was in her early 20's, similar age to me, dirty blonde hair, glasses, and just beginning her hormone therapy. I answered an ad she took in a local periodical and set up a meeting after speaking and feeling somewhat trustworthy, but not fully. Her apartment was in an ok part of town, not bad, but not great, and I told myself that if I felt uneasy, to bail and don't look back. My time with her was pleasant enough but it was a far cry from the Diamond/Zena trips. She gave me oral and brought me to finish, but I didn't feel enthused to return the favour. Strike one.

 

Scorpio billed herself as a TS Domme when I discovered her ad in a similar magazine, so I was intrigued. She lived in a basement suite in a much better part of town, and I was more at ease with the visit. Her "dungeon" was a converted rec room and was moderately equipped with a bench, St Andrews Cross, and a selection of toys, paddles and assorted items. She was more transitioned than Tracy, but not to the level of Zena or Diamond. I took the plunge and enjoyed a pleasurable bdsm session, more sensual than domineering. When presented in front of me, I took Scorpio's cock into my mouth and serviced her , and for those moments, I enjoyed the sensation of feeling her hard cock on my lips. We satisfied each other orally in what was a very disjointed session BDSM wise. Again I left somewhat disappointed. Strike two.

More time had passed when I succumbed hornily to an ad by a self billed passable trans girl who had an apartment not far from where Diamond used to live. I took the plunge, more nervously, and when I arrived I was greeted by less than I expected. She was a slightly more mature, perhaps early 40's gurl who was very well dressed from head to toe, but there was no real 'transitioning'. Sensing my anxiety at the situation, she offered to reward me orally and I gave in to the offer. While she went down on my cock, I envisioned Zena and Diamond and the spectacular experiences I had with both of them, and as this gurl sucked on my cock with enthusiasm, fuelled by the images of Diamond and Zena, I rewarded this TV with a rather forceful cumshot, which she described as "being shot by a cannon in the back of my throat". It was what it was, an orgasm but still a disappointment. Strike three.

 

After almost a year since Zena moved away, I was no closer to finding another person to explore my desires with. While disappointed, I did take solace in one fact, I could always find satisfaction in becoming the gurl of my dreams with Mistress Morganna, and it was time once again to do just that...