“I’m a T-girl on the prowl”

I was shocked, absolutely shocked to hear that from the absolutely fabulous girl that just had appeared as out of thin air beside me when I was about to sit down at my table in a very classy and expensive restaurant. However, I was even more curious, so I invited her to join me for dinner. She was not only incredibly beautiful and sexy but also one of the funniest and smartest girls I ever had had the pleasure of having dinner with, and believe me I have met many, many beautiful girls.

I’m rich. I’m extremely handsome. I move in all the right circles. Of course the most beautiful girls are attracted to me. I don’t mind, as long as they realize that all I want is some fun. No tears when we part. Certainly, I usually provide them with a nice parting gift if we part amicably.

Gloria intrigued me. Despite my not inconsiderable experience I had never met anyone that had approached me that brazenly. To tell the truth I had never bedded a transgendered girl before. Men, or for that matter, boys had never interested me. Somehow, I had pigeonholed trans girls in the same hole. Gloria definitely wasn’t a boy. She was a girl. I fell in lust with her halfway through that first dinner.

Not surprisingly we eventually wound up in my bed later, much later, that night. As I had hoped she was pre-op. Yes, l know that men or boys never had attracted me. Gloria was all girl but a very special girl. Before I fell asleep I decided that she wasn’t going to be a one-night stand. She’d be my official consort for the while being.

The next morning I informed her that she was to move in with me that day. Of course I also told her that it was only until I grew tired of her. I’m very particular when it comes to telling the truth. That was one reason I appreciated how she introduced herself. I wanted her to know exactly all the pros and cons of being my girl. She brought her stuff over. Well, a reasonable amount of it. It was still MY apartment that I let her stay in. She was quite sensible about what she brought. Mostly clothing and jewelry. She was smart enough to realize that that was all she needed to bring and anything else just would annoy me. Very nice lingerie! She was one sexy lady.

I also told her firmly to stay away from my studio. Not that that really was necessary since I always keep it locked. I’m an artist. A very good artist. That’s how I make my money. I’m only known in a very select circle and not at all among the general public despite them meeting my artwork every day. That’s the way I prefer it. I’d say it’s essential to me.

Gloria and I had a marvelous month. I’m not going into detail but we did everything two young, beautiful, rich people not burdened with too many inhibitions imaginably could do. I had never before met a girl who was so unashamedly honest and straightforward with me.

To say the least I was disappointed, thoroughly disappointed, when the squad of federal agents raided my home and in particular my studio. They found my hidden safe with the printing plates I had in work without any problem. The special agents from the U.S. Treasury Department also showed me the hidden camera that their colleague Gloria had managed to place in my studio. They told me that I could look forward to a long time in prison for forgery.

I was disappointed. I had thought Gloria and I had something special. The girl that I had thought was completely honest with me had lied to me from the beginning.

When I told her that she smiled and answered:

“I never lied to you. The FIRST thing I told you was that I was a T-girl on the prowl!”