I have always loved sex with trannies, even more than sex. Friendship and closeness that I would struggle to find in a guy. My wife had no huge preference for Tgirls but she did have a ravenous appetite for sex and was curious enough to try everything.
We decided to go to New York and their regular Saturday night Tranny evenings and from previous visits, we had a few drinks in “Bantas Lounge”. It was a popular meeting place for shemales. Trannies who liked other girls, trannies who preferred women and girls who were looking for the ultimate tranny accessory.
After all, if you were being transformed into a woman, the final additional extra would be a man. Bantas was a comfortable watering hole, seductively lit, with deep seated black leather sofas, where closeness could be achieved without disturbing the mix of gay guys, trannies and curious sexual tourists, who were conspicuous by their ability to be unable to settle.
We took stools at the bar, right next to a tall girl in a black mini dress, wearing 6″ pencil heels, dangly earrings and who was Lucy from Manhattan. We exchanged pleasantries and this very convincing trans hottie, I could see, was to the liking of the Missus.