From the night he found out that she was a tgirl, Jim and Jody’s relationship continued to grow. She unofficially moved in, which his roommates were cool with, because Jody was hot—they just didn’t know about her one BIG secret. There was only one hold up. Although he could fuck her and even jerk her off, he couldn’t bring himself to suck Jody’s cock or let her fuck him. She was cool with that, and told him that it wasn’t a big deal. They loved each other and that was all that mattered. But it was eating him up inside. He wanted to go all the way in, but the idea of being gay always hung over everything. But he couldn’t tell her how he felt.

One weekend while she was out of town for work, he decided to go somewhere that he could maybe find someone to talk things over with. Without telling anyone where he was going, he drove two hours to a town that had a gay bar he had found on the internet. He had no problem with men of the homosexual persuasion; he just didn’t consider himself one, even if his girlfriend’s cock was bigger than his own. He paid the cover and walked to the bar, where he found an empty stool.

He wasn’t real sure how he could approach someone, but as it turned out, he didn’t have to. About five minutes after he sat down, a blonde with huge boobs, long, athletic legs and pouty lips sat down next to him. She was wearing a skin tight dress that showed off her hard nipples and her shapely ass. He was amazed. Jody was smoking, but this girl could have been a model. He checked out her tits and thanked the plastic surgeon who had created this girl.

“How’s it going?” she asked.

“Good,” Jim told her. “Do you come here often?”

She giggled. “My name’s Heather,” she told him. “I’m just here with a couple of friends, but they seemed to have forgotten about me.” She motioned to a pair of guys practically making out on the dance floor. “How about you?”

“No, I’m not from around here.”

“Well what brings you to town?”

“Well…” he said, then hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to start.

“Are you still in the closet?” Heather asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure what I am,” Jim admitted. He looked her over and sighed. If anyone could help him, it would be another tgirl. “I started dating a…girl a few months ago. She’s the most wonderful person in the world, and I love her with all of my heart. I was nervous when I first found out, but know, it doesn’t even bother me that she has a dick.”

“Post op?”
“Yes,” he said. “The sex is great for me, but…I…I still don’t think I’m gay! I can fuck her without hesitation, but I get all confused when I think about her fucking me. I…I just don’t know what to do. I love her and don’t want to lose her, but I just don’t know what I am anymore.”

“Wow, that’s huge,” Heather said.