I walk down the busy street; my heart is pounding with nervousness and excitement. It is pride month, and I usually would be going to an event or a celebration, but today I had a date. I stumble and trip on my open-toed sandals. I glance down to make sure my red-nail polished pedicure is still intact.

I arrive at a famous coffee shop in downtown, a little early. I look at my reflection in the window. I worked hard on my hair and makeup today. The light wind blows my hair, and I try to push it down in vain. I straighten my silk top and my denim skirt. I must admit, I look good today.

I am Samantha, and I am a twenty-five-year-old male to female trans girl.  I am fluid but mainly between bisexual and pansexual. I have taken hormones in the past, but have stopped, and haven’t had any surgeries as of yet. This is information that I usually don’t share, but it is essential for the story’s context.

I am here to meet a woman whom I had only talked to online. We met when she commented on one of my LUSH stories. There was an immediate connection—Sparks flew over the fiber optic cable of the internet.

I have met with both men and women from the internet before, but with moderate success. Some don’t make it past the first meeting, and many do not show up at all.

I felt that this woman was different, somehow. I was comfortable with her. She was kind and sweet, but adventurous, and it was like we had known each other forever.

Our conversations, in the beginning, were replete with sexual energy, but it wasn’t just your typical cyber-sex, it was something more, more profound. I couldn’t wait to chat with her online. I would get giddy when she would “ping” me in the chat window.

In just over a week of chatting, almost at the same time, we both signed off with, “I love you.” It was a revelation. I had only said those three words, twice before, and both times, they were not heartfelt. They were just a thing to say, just words.

I couldn’t explain why this was different, but it was. It was a feeling, an emotion, not just words. I was deeply in love with a woman that I had only chatted with online.

Butterflies are pounding against my stomach walls; I take a deep breath, gathering up my courage, and enter the coffee shop. I quickly scan the area for a woman fitting her description: red hair, green eyes, and luscious red lips. My heart sinks as there isn’t anyone even close to that.

She didn’t show up. I have been stood up many times before, but this cuts deep. A trans girl is a novelty, a fantasy, but when the reality of meeting one is upon them, there is fear, and they run for the hills.

My shoulders collapse as the air leaves me; the butterflies turn to stones. 

“Samantha?” A voice comes from behind me.

I spin around, and there she is! Just like the description, just like the picture she sent, but even more beautiful.

My emotions go from highest of highs to the cavernous depths of despair, back to a waterfall of joy, all in a few seconds.

“Hi…yes,” I stammered.

I stand there dumbfounded, gazing at those beautiful green eyes. Luckily, she breaks the awkward tension when she grabs me and pulls me into a warm hug.

She takes my hand and ushers me over to a secluded booth at the far end of the coffee shop.

I am struck by how stunningly beautiful she is in person. I am lost in her eyes.

This was Dani. She was happily married and straight. As detailed before, she has flowing red hair, radiant green eyes, and lips that I yearned to kiss.

Why was she here meeting with this trans girl on a Saturday afternoon? It was a question that I had asked, as well.

From our first contact, Dani treated me and spoke about me as a female. She was always respectful but had a great imagination and a naughty mind. Over the next three weeks, we have had many spicy chats and even more graphic emails. Dani explained that she was very open-minded toward sex and was always willing to explore fantasies, although she had never had the courage or opportunity in real life. 

One day, I asked if she wanted to meet me in person, and she surprisingly said yes. I am usually not that forward, but I wanted to hug this woman, feel the touch of her skin, kiss her.

The barista breaks my reverie as I look down, and I see I am gently caressing Dani’s delicate hand. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it, the ease in which we chatted on the computer has transferred to our reality.

For two hours and six herbal teas, Dani and I talk, joke and flirt. Then Dani leans over and tells me she has a room in a hotel around the corner. I gulp down my drink and instinctively kiss her on her red lips. This surprised us both, I back away and look at her and pause, before lunging forward and kissing her again, this time more passionately.

I sit on the bed of the lavish hotel room. Dani pours us both a glass of wine as we sit on the bed. She tells me she is also nervous, and this calms my nerves.

I lean forward and kiss her luscious lips again, our tongues intermingle, and she softly bites my bottom lip. I nervously fumble, trying to unbutton her blouse, and my hand slides inside it and under her lace bra. My fingers rub against her nipple, and it becomes hard with my touch. Dani smiles and stands and does a little striptease for me. She unbuttons the rest of her silk blouse, and it floats to the floor. Her lace bra does little to conceal her ample breasts. She unclasps her bra, releasing her breasts as they bounce in front of me. She pinches her nipples and lifts her breasts, like an offering.

Dani then slides her hands down her stomach and seductively unbuttons her black pants, she pushes her hand into her pants and rubs her pussy. She moans, and I mimic her. Dani then turns seductively around and pulls down her pants in one motion revealing her perfect ass and no underwear! Dani spins toward me. She is a stunning vision and my cock switches under my denim skirt. I want to go to her, but Dani takes control and pushes me back on the bed. She delicately pulls off my sandals and begins to suck on my toes one by one.  We had talked about my foot fetish at length in our digital communications, and now this goddess is obliging me. I want her so badly, but she tells me to be patient.

Dani pulls off my skirt up over my feet. She looks down and smiles as she sees my cock straining to be free under my black lace panties. Dani moves between my legs and kisses my cock through the thin fabric. My already hard cock jumps at her touch. Dani smiles up at me lustfully as she pulls back my panties as my cock pops out. Pre-cum is already dripping from my cock. Dani and I had talked about my cock and her desire to suck on it, take it into her mouth and engulf it. Now my hard cock was before her in reality, and Dani doesn’t hesitate; her playful licks remove the clear liquid. She kisses my cock head and, in one motion, engulfs my cock with her mouth. Her red lips move slowly down my seven- and half-inch shaft. My eyes grow larger as she takes my cock entirely to its base. She looks up at me and then slowly lifts her head away, swirling her tongue around her mouth as she releases me. Dani then licks the sides of my shaved cock, before taking me deep into her mouth again. I beg her to stop as I am getting close to cumming. She teases me for another painful ten minutes before she relents.

I lean forward and kiss her sweet lips. This kiss sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and it is different from the kisses I have had before, there is something more behind it than simple touching of lips. Indescribable.

I look into her green eyes, and I see that she doesn’t just want to be with just a trans girl, she wants to be with me! I am not a novelty. I am not different. I am not a freak. I am only Samantha, and we are one in this moment.

She whispers in my ear, begging me to fuck her—my hard cock already pressing against her stomach. I smile as we fall back onto the bed as one. My cock slides effortlessly into her already wet pussy. Dani moans as I push deep inside her.  I kiss her, looking deep into her green eyes. This is not carnal, animal, or acrobatic. Just pure, beautiful lovemaking. Dani pulls my hips closer with each thrust, faster and faster until she announces to me that she is going to cum. Biting my earlobe, she whispers that she wants me to cum inside her. That instruction spurs us on, and we start to piston faster. Dani’s legs wrap around my waist and pull me in, a cacophony of moans fill the room until we both explode in a glorious orgasm! We come at the same time as expected. We have been in sync since we met, and this first orgasm is no different. My cock throbs inside her warm pussy as we collapse onto the bed.

We lie entwined in each other’s arms until Dani leans over and whispers, “I love you.”

A rush of warmth fills my heart, and without trepidation, I answer back, “I love you too.”

I am not sure where this love will go, but to answer the question: Yes, a straight woman can fall in love with a trans girl.