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T-Girl Meets T-Girl

Charlene nearly spilled her drink. "WHOSE IDEA WAS THAT!?"

The waitress gave both of them a perplexed look. The two girls sat quietly for a couple minutes before Ashley whispered across the table, "We made the decision together. It was a step toward building a future together and me becoming a real girl for him."

Charlene popped the lid off her coffee drink and lifted the cup to her lips. She offered, somewhat perturbed, "Sounds like a funny definition of a real girl to me." Charlene tipped the cup up and drank what was left. "But whatever floats your boat, I guess."

"What would you suggest I do with my condition then?" Ashley diverted her eyes, looking at the coffee ring her drink had left on her napkin.

"Condition," Charlene spat out the word. "Having a dick isn't some condition. I wouldn't get rid of it just to fit Jeff's definition of a real girl or anyone else's. Me? I say they can fuck themselves." She pulled a piece of gum out of her purse. "Or better yet, you fuck them."

Ashley giggled. "You know you're crazy Charlene?"

Charlene leaned across the table and gave Ashley a silly grin before whispering, "All us t-girls are."

Ashley's eyes bugged out. The new girl she'd befriended was a t-girl? Charlene sat back down in her chair with a satisfied grin.

"Really? I mean really really?" Ashley burst out.

Charlene lifted her arm and pointed one manicured fingernail down to her crotch. Ashley gulped, taking a peek around the coffee shop, the waitress must have been in the back. Ashley dipped her head down under the table.

Charlene's pants were tented. Tented with the unmistakable bulge of cock meat. Ashley's penis, almost seven inches in length, was no pinky, but Charlene's tent looked even bigger.

"So you see I know what I'm talking about."

Her words cut through the air and snapped Ashley out of her trance. She jumped and hit her head under the table.

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