I’d never really questioned my sexuality. Straight as an arrow, or so I thought. Women had always been my thing—soft curves, delicate features, feminine energy. Men? Not a flicker of interest. But lately, something had shifted.
It started innocently enough—late nights scrolling, curiosity leading me into corners of the internet I’d never explored. That’s when I discovered them.
Transfemme women.
Chaturbate had this category I’d never clicked before, but the thumbnail had stopped me in my tracks. She was stunning—long silky hair, full lips, bedroom eyes, and a body that screamed femininity. Only, as I watched, I realized she had something extra beneath her tiny lace panties.
And yet… it didn’t matter. No, more than that—I found it alluring. Somehow, the mix of traditional feminine beauty with something so unapologetically taboo made my pulse race in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
I kept telling myself I was just curious. But night after night, I found myself drawn back. These women—transfemme, as they called themselves—were confident, playful, devastatingly beautiful. I wasn’t thinking about anatomy. I was captivated by them. Their energy, their laughter, their sensuality.
Still, the question nagged at me. What does this mean about me?
Finally, I confided in my friend James. He’s a psychologist, gay, and never one to sugarcoat things. Over coffee, I blurted it out:
“Am I… gay? Because I’ve been watching trans girls online. They’re gorgeous. But they still have, you know…”
James nearly choked on his latte laughing.
“Oh honey, no,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Gay men are attracted to men. Masculine energy. Beards, broad shoulders, hairy chests—that sort of thing. You’re not describing any of that.”
I frowned. “But they’re technically—”
“They’re women,” he interrupted gently. “Transfemme women. Straight men being into them isn’t new. Lots of straight guys are drawn to trans women, because what you’re seeing is femininity. And there’s nothing ‘gay’ about being turned on by feminine beauty, regardless of what’s between her legs.”
I sat back, feeling a strange relief.
“So… it’s okay?” I asked.
He smirked. “It’s more than okay. Embrace what excites you. Hell, you might find yourself falling for one someday. Wouldn’t be the first straight guy, trust me.”
That night, I logged back into Chaturbate without hesitation. This time, I didn’t question it. I didn’t analyze or shame myself. I just let myself enjoy.
The girl on screen winked at me, her fingers playing lazily over lace and soft skin. “Hi, babe,” she purred.
And for the first time, I said it out loud to myself:
“I love transfemme women.”
The more I watched her—the girl with the black lace thong and the confident smirk—the more I felt like I wasn’t just watching anymore. I was… connected.
Her username was LunaFemmeX, and she had this way of staring into the camera like she could see right through me. Like she knew.
“Hey cutie,” she said, her voice sweet but teasing. “You’ve been quiet in my room all week. I see you watching… don’t be shy.”
I froze. Did she mean me? My username wasn’t subtle—just my first name and some random numbers. My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Hi.
“Hi?” She giggled. “That’s all I get? After all these hours you’ve been drooling over me?” She leaned closer, her lips curving in a wicked grin. “You’re adorable.”
I flushed. Was it obvious? Of course it was.
She leaned back, one hand running slowly down her chest, over her perky breasts, her toned stomach, stopping just at the waistband of that delicate lace. “Tell me, babe… do you like what you see? Or are you still trying to figure out why you’re here?”
My heart thudded. Was she reading my mind?
“I…” I typed, hesitating. “I think you’re beautiful. Like, really beautiful. I just… never thought I’d be into someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” She arched an eyebrow. Her fingers teased the lace, tugging it lower, revealing just a hint of her erection beneath. My breath caught.
“I mean… a transfemme girl.”
She chuckled, soft and sultry. “Ohhh, honey. You’re not the first straight boy to get curious. I bet you’re wondering what it would be like, huh? To worship a girl like me. To feel how soft I am… and maybe how hard too?”
I swallowed hard. My jeans felt painfully tight.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Good.” She licked her lips slowly. “I love straight boys like you. You’re so easy to tease. I could have you on your knees in seconds, couldn’t I?”
“I…” I hesitated again, my fingers trembling as I typed. “Probably.”
“Not probably,” she corrected with a playful smirk. “Definitely.”
She stood up, letting her thong drop to the floor. Her erection was fully visible now, achingly hard and somehow more beautiful than I expected. I shouldn’t have been turned on, but I was.
“Would you touch it for me if I asked?” she purred. “Would you kiss it? Stroke it? Or are you still too much of a ‘straight man’ for that?”
I bit my lip. My hand was already sliding down inside my pants without thinking.
“Say it,” she coaxed. “Say you want to play with a transfemme girl like me.”
“I want to play with you,” I typed.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now take it out. Show me what I do to you.”