Trans/shemale Stories

​I was out with some college buddies at a bar in Wynwood, the artsy, bohemian heart of Miami. The place was buzzing, that thick Florida humidity mixing with the smell of craft beer and bass bleeding in from the street art galleries outside. My friends were giving me a hard time because it had been over a year since they’d seen me with a girl. They kept cracking jokes, saying I was either going to join the priesthood or en...