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Part 1/? - Transmission Part 2/? - The Sandhill Hotel Part 3/? - Piccadilly Part 4/? - The Future Part 5/? - Too Late Part 6/? - The Mystery of the Missing Time Machine Part 7/? - Underway Part 8/? - The Sierra Bunker Part 9/? - Cross-Country Part 10/? - The Pit Part 11/? - Calls for Help Part 12/? - Campout and Reunion Part 13/? - Apocalypse Bunker Part 14/? - Terrible Truths

Peggy felt like the bottom was falling out of the world as she re-examined everything they had learned in the past few days. They’d been searching for a clue they would leave themselves when they got back to 1948… but if the machine weren’t for time travel, then they couldn’t go back, and couldn’t possibly leave themselves anything. No wonder they’d had nothing but dead ends.

It explained other things, too. “That’s why nobody noticed we were missing,” Peggy realized. “We didn’t go anywhere. We stayed right there on the platform and went on to live the rest of our lives… maybe we never did find out what the damned thing does! And it’s why I’d never heard of you when you called me,” she added, to Toulouse.

“Exactly!” said Howard. “And it doesn’t matter if we recaptured Zola or not, because they reconstructed him the same way. So when they’re looking for die Glocke…”

“Smith said the Glocke crystal!” said Peggy. “HYDRA encoded it before they collapsed the mine at Wenceslaus, so all they’d need was the crystal to retrieve it later.”

“So they can set off a supervolcano and destroy the United States?” asked Kevin.

“That is pretty out there even for HYDRA,” Howard admitted.

“But until we have more information we’re going to have to assume the worst,” said Peggy. She frowned and looked over at the row of freezers. “What are these, though? They’re clearly failures of some sort…” Had Zola tried to encode himself multiple times before it actually worked?

“Maybe a crystal was damaged,” Howard suggested. “I won’t know unless I can examine another machine.”

“What is it doing here, though?” Toulouse wailed. “I mean… who put it here?”

Peggy sighed. There was only one possible answer to that, and she was sure Toulouse already knew it. She just didn’t want to admit it. “Well…” she began.

Toulouse hunched over and put her head in her hands. “It’s Daddy, isn’t it? It’s got to be. Why? He always says we need to help people when disasters happen! He doesn’t go around causing them!”

Peggy wondered for a moment whether he did. Maybe the best way to build up his reputation as a helper was to know exactly what was needed because he knew what earthquake, what flood, what storm was coming ahead of time. She wasn’t going to say that to Toulouse, though, not yet. She knelt down in front of where the young woman was sitting and took her hand.

“I wish I had an answer for you, my dear,” she said. “I don’t know why people do these sorts of things. Sometimes I suppose a desire for power or wealth or control just utterly overwhelms their common sense.” When these things happened Peggy rarely had an opportunity to sit and think about why. Why was never as important as what and how to stop it. She squeezed Toulouse’s fingers. “Let’s go get some fresh air, shall we? I think we’ve seen what we need to see in here.”

“Okay,” Toulouse said quietly.

There was a very uncomfortable silence in the elevator as they went back up again. Toulouse had her head bowed, staring at the floor, and Peggy, Kevin, and Howard all tried not to make eye contact with each other. They were all trying to digest the implications of the situation… or maybe, Peggy thought, they were trying to avoid digesting them. She was pretty sure if she thought about this too hard she was going to start screaming. Instead, she needed to think about what to do next. How they’d gotten into this particular mess was, like the villain’s motives, not important right now. The world still needed saving, again, and Peggy would have to deal with that before she could worry about personal problems.

Once back on the main floor, they returned to the lobby. Toulouse paused, then told her companions, “wait here. I have to get my things sent down.”

She turned and walked towards the main desk with a purpose, and Peggy recalled that when they’d spoken to her on the phone, Toulouse had been in her car. After seeing what was in that basement bunker, she must have left the hotel at once, not even stopping to collect her luggage.

While Toulouse was talking to the concierge, a voice called out her nickname. “Ousie?”

Peggy saw Toulouse jump. She turned to look for the source, and caught Peggy’s eye, and Peggy saw all the colour drain from the other woman’s face. For a moment she was honestly afraid Toulouse would faint dead away right there.

Then, however, Toulouse took a deep breath and forced herself to smile – a horribly fake smile – and face to the man approaching her. “Cass!” she exclaimed, waving.

Peggy took Howard’s arm and backed away, trying to hide behind a large potted palm as Toulouse’s brother came to greet her. She wasn’t sure if she ought to be startled to recognize the man, but she was. Maybe it was the accent. He might have been difficult to describe, but when Peggy actually saw him there was no double – Toulouse’s brother Cass was Mr. Smith from the Sierra bunker.

“Ousie, I thought you were in Florida,” said Cass. He frowned in confusion as he looked in the direction she just had. Kevin quickly stepped in front of the potted palm and stuck his hands in his pockets as if he’d been loitering there the whole time.

“Perfect timing!” Toulouse grabbed Cass’ arm. “There’s somebody I need you to meet! Kevin, get over here!” She waved to him. “This is my brother Cass!”

With Cass’ attention focused on Kevin, Peggy and Howard were able to retreat into the doorway to the hotel bar. As soon as he got close enough, Toulouse took Kevin’s hand and dragged him around next to her, so Cass would have to face away from the bar.

“Cass,” Toulouse went on. “This is Kevin! He studies aliens.”

“Not quite,” said Kevin. “I study extremophiles that might be similar to extraterrestrial life within our own solar system.”

“But it sounds way cooler to say he studies aliens,” said Toulouse.

Cass looked from Kevin to Toulouse and back again. This was clearly not at all how he’d expected this confrontation to go. “Uh, hello,” he said to Kevin, and held out a hand. “Lancaster Smith.”

“That’s quite a name,” said Kevin, shaking it. “Kevin Tran.”

“Are you two…” Cass began.

Toulouse threw one arm around Cass’ shoulders and the other around Kevin’s. “This is brilliant,” she declared. “You picked the perfect time to show up. What time is it? We can all go get some lunch, and get to know each other better!”

“Yes, we can do that,” said Cass. He straightened up a bit. “I need to talk to you anyway, Ousie. I know a nice Vietnamese place at…”

“Oh, no thank you,” said Kevin, holding up a hand. “I don’t really like Vietnamese food.”

Cass frowned at him. “Isn’t Tran Vietnamese?” he asked.

“If you’d grown up eating my grandmother’s cooking, you wouldn’t like Vietnamese food, either,” Kevin told him.

Toulouse laughed – it sounded terribly hollow and false to Peggy, but Cass didn’t seem to notice. “Come on,” she said, hooking arm through one of Cass’. “We’ll just have regular old steak and potatoes, everybody likes that. Hold on to my bags, Nora!” she added, to the woman at the desk. “I’ll be back for them in a couple of hours!”

“Of course, Miss Sandhill,” said the concierge.

Peggy leaned against the bar doorway and sighed with relief as Toulouse dragged the two men out of the hotel. She was grateful to Toulouse for coming up with the distraction, but how long would she be able to keep up that cheerful front? What she’d seen in the bunker had affected her terribly, and knowing her brothers and father were involved in it couldn’t be doing her any good, either. What if she broke down completely in the middle of the meal?

It was a terribly helpless feeling to know that even if she did, Peggy could do nothing about it. She and Howard had to get out of this hotel before any more Sandhills or Smiths unexpectedly showed. They could arrange to meet Toulouse somewhere again later. For now, Toulouse and Kevin were on their own.

Peggy and Howard ended up eating at a burger place about a block from the hotel, looking out across the Vista Del Mar to the crowded beaches. Funny thing, Peggy thought… she’d been living in Los Angeles for months now, but she’d never actually been to a beach. She’d been too busy with SSR work to stop and enjoy herself.

“You realize what this means,” she said to Howard, as she poured vinegar from a little plastic packet over her French fries.

“Yeah,” he said. “There’s no time machine, and that means we’re not going back.”

Peggy nodded. All this time they’d been working towards the goal of getting back to their lives. Now they’d learned they had no lives to get back to. All those things Toulouse had read to them from her computer, about Peggy working and having children, about Howard getting married and dying in a car accident, none of that was going to happen to them.

“I could probably still build a time machine if I put my mind to it,” said Howard.

“But it wouldn’t do us any good if you did,” Peggy observed. “So what do we do instead?”

It wasn’t as if she really expected Howard to know. The question was almost more for herself, and she had no answer either – so his reply didn’t surprise her at all.

“Damned if I know, Peg,” he said. “Damned if I know.”

She took a bite of her burger and chewed thoughtfully. It had guacamole on it, and something called chipotle that turned out to be quite nicely spicy. Certainly better than the bland Brazilian food they’d had in Bakersfield. “Toulouse did say I have living family. If you were married, you might have children and grandchildren. Possibly great grandchildren.”

“Maybe,” said Howard. “You think they’d want to see us, though? Would you want your grandmother to walk through the door looking like she did in her twenties?”

“If the stories Grandpa used to tell us were anything to go by, she might have been able to – he always insisted she was a princess from the planet Mars,” said Peggy. “We’ve got a little time to decide, I suppose. I mean, we still have to figure out what to do about this situation with the machine and Zola and die Glocke. It’s only once we’ve done that when we have to figure out what to do with ourselves.”

“I guess so,” said Howard. “What are we going to do about it, though? We know now we didn’t leave ourselves any information, because the us in the past never knew we were going to exist.”

“No, they didn’t,” Peggy agreed, “and we also know why Toulouse couldn’t find any information on that machine with her computer. We were looking for time machine instead of matter copier.” She paused, chewing thoughtfully on her fry. “I wonder… if we looked again, what would we find?”

“Let’s find out,” said Howard.

They finished their lunches, and then headed back to the Best Buy where Toulouse had bought them mobile phones before their ill-fated trip to the Sierra bunker. It turned out that the money they had left was not enough to purchase a new one, but the shop did have some tablets with internet connections that customers were allowed to play with, attached by cords to the counter so they couldn’t be stolen. Howard picked one up and ran his fingers across the screen to get it started.

“Do you have any idea how to use that?” Peggy asked him, with one eyebrow raised.

“Give me some credit, Peg,” he replied. “You’re the one who called me one of the greatest minds of our generation!”

“I was flattering you into compliance,” said Peggy, “and we’re not in our generation anymore, now are we?”

“I figured out every piece of HYDRA technology they ever gave me, and those weren’t designed to be easy to use – these are,” Howard assured her. He tapped the picture of a lowercase ‘e’ and the images that represented access to the internet appeared – bringing with it a list of newspaper headlines and pictures. “Stark Industries…” he said, his fingers hovering over the image of a company logo.

“Focus, Howard,” said Peggy.

“Right. Sorry.” He tapped the search bar and found his way to the Wikileaks website. “So… SSR matter copier?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea anymore what we would call the thing,” Peggy said.

“Then that’s what I’ll use,” Howard decided.

After their earlier failures, Peggy rather doubted they’d find anything. It did take a couple of variations to find one that worked, but suddenly there it was – a list of documents all dating from the late forties and early fifties, dealing with a duplication machine. Peggy’s fingers were actually shaking as she reached past Howard to select one. The computer thought for a moment, or whatever it was these machines did, and then an error message came up.

“File corrupted,” said Howard with a frown.

Peggy didn’t know what that meant, but it clearly meant they couldn’t get at the document. “Try another,” she said.

They did – and then another and another. Only one worked, and that was a very brief memo with Peggy’s own signature at the bottom, noting that the duplication machine was to be dismantled and distributed among multiple storage sites, while some of the library crystals would remain with a civilian contractor for analysis and applications research.

“And of course when this all became public, it was child’s play for HYDRA to go collect the pieces of it,” Peggy observed.

“Not to mention messing up the documents so that nobody else could find the stuff,” Howard set the tablet down again. “One could be a problem with the machine, but all of them, that’s intentional. The good news, however, is I’m almost a hundred percent sure where the Glocke crystal is.”

“Are you, now?” asked Peggy. Looking at the smile on his face, she could guess.

“I am,” he replied. “Because who the hell is a ‘civilian contractor’ going to be, if not me?”

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29 People Describe What Sex With A Trans Person Feels Like

Found on AskReddit.

1. It’s basically like being with a cis dude with a very small dick.

My ex is a pre-bottom surgery trans man.

As the top commenter said, it’s basically like being with a cis dude with a very small dick. He has been on hormones for 8 years so his growth down there was pretty developed. We were able to have penetrative sex (I’m a woman, btw). Also he was pretty skilled in the whole sexual department, and I put that down to him being a woman before so he knew how to work female genitalia in a way that a cis man couldn’t.

Apart from the physical side, the emotional side can be pretty intense. A lot of pre-surgery trans people have issues around dysphoria during sex, and this stopped sex dead in its tracks a few times for us. He did not like being penetrated at all, which I didn’t realize at first because he was too shy to tell me. That was a bit awkward, and it made me feel like shit afterward.

Overall, even though he had female genitals, it was pretty much just like being with a cis guy physically. 10/10, would sleep with a trans dude again.

2. It is different because of different hardware, but still quite enjoyable.

I am in a relationship with a pre-op MtF girl. It is different because of different hardware, but still quite enjoyable. She cums from anal quite a bit, and I enjoy it as well. Mechanically, it would be very much like regular anal, but the emotional component and feelings behind it all is like any other relationship.

3. She was incredibly tight and we needed a lot of lube. But it was pretty great.

I was FWB with a woman who I actually started hooking up with pre-trans I guess? She had a penis when we met and we did everything anally for a few months. She finally got herself fixed and she was the happiest I’ve ever seen someone be in my whole life, it was a pretty nice experience. She took a few months (maybe close to a year) to recover. When we went to hook up again, she just had a vagina. It looked pretty normal, pretty cute. She was incredibly tight and we needed a lot of lube. But it was pretty great.

Honestly, it felt nice to look HR in the eyes while we fucked, not being able to do that totally removed a lot of the connection for me.

4. I have never been with a woman with such vaginal strength.

I’ve been seeing a guy (FTM) for over a year now. I am a bi guy(CIS).

He very much looks and smells like a guy. Very muscular as well.

So sex-wise for me, everything has been better. I have never been with a woman with such vaginal strength. Would be scary if it wasn’t such an awesome feeling. His natural lube does seem to be different. The same, but with a little more stickiness, then the few women I’ve had un-condomed sex with. Not that I’ve had enough to know how they all are.

I like to think the sex has been great because we are clicking well, not because of our genders. Kissing has been the biggest deal. I just love holding him and kissing him.

5. The lack of penis didn’t bother me, but the presence of a vagina was a bit startling.

It threw me off a bit, the lack of penis didn’t bother me, but the presence of a vagina was a bit startling. It was hard to get the sheer presence of it out of my mind for some reason. Super-hot and nice guy though. I definitely enjoyed myself, it was just a bit disarming, but not much was actually different (we mostly did anal, but I herp derped up in his snatch for a bit and it felt pretty good, but I was unaccustomed to the angles of view that vaginal sex leads to, it was novel and a bit strange).

6. The only issue was, she had pubic hair growing inside of her vagina.

Yes, I am a bi guy. I hooked up with a MtF, I just liked her style. She had had a lot of surgery, including a neo vagina. I wanted to try it. I’ll call her Molly, cuz that’s what she liked to do. I met her at a fetish club. She was hot, and she didn’t pass. There’s something that turns me on about non-passing MtF’s, it’s hard to explain. But the point is: I didnt expect her to pass, and she wasn’t trying to fool me. The neo-vagina didn’t pass either, but it sure did feel good. I would be down to do it again, if Molly hadn’t been so into drug culture, I would have. The only issue was, she had pubic hair growing inside of her vagina. Thick, coarse ones. I asked her about it, and it has something to do with the neo-vagina being constructed from testicle skin. There are pictures of this online. Anyway, I could feel the hair through the condom even, and I was worried about these vaginal pubic hairs causing condom breakage. And diseases, Molly was a lolly but she got around.

7. It was tight, it was soft, it was warm, it was very wet (because we used lube!), and it was sex with someone I was already mentally in love with.

I had a year+ relationship with a MtF post-op. We went from chatting at a bar, to playing (at a BDSM club), to fucking, in about a month and a half. Not entirely out of the norm I’d guess.

She said she’d started on hormones pretty late but also had a very delayed puberty so that sort of evened out, and then went to Thailand at 29. We met about 4 years after she had surgery. All that to say that she had slim hips, a slim bone structure, pretty much nothing pointed to born male appears female. Her vagina looked like a vagina. There’s enough variety in the world that I didn’t inspect it vigorously to determine how it came about. She had some small breasts that weren’t implants. Basically, I didn’t know.

Sex was great. We needed lube, but the only uncommon thing about that for me in many cases is that we needed it right at the start instead of first sometime in the middle. It was tight, it was soft, it was warm, it was very wet (because we used lube!), and it was sex with someone I was already mentally in love with. Also breasts. And my hand around her throat. A good time.

She told me she was trans, in a public place, a little while later. She was worried about what sort of reaction I might have to learning that. The whole you tricked me into fucking a dude now I’m going to kill you thing. But I just didn’t care. This is actually something I’ve thought about a lot since, and I wish she had told me ahead of time. I understand why she didn’t but it’s still something she kept me from having informed consent about. Since I didn’t care to begin with I haven’t stayed too worried about it.

Our relationship went really strongly for a bit over a year and we ended up breaking up over personality meshing issues. A regular old breakup. But even by the end the sex was still great.

8. The surgical scar from the vulva up was a distraction, as was the unusual hip-to-waist ratio.

The first minute was good, after that it was uncomfortable.

I’m a guy. This was at a sex club. I walked in on her (male-to-female) sitting on a bed with a younger guy who clearly couldn’t perform for whatever reason. So she was horny, I was horny, and we got it on immediately.

The room was dark, and she had kind of a strong chin, but I didn’t really think about it. She was on top, and held my arms down. I thought, Man, she’s strong. And not merely strong for a woman (of her size.)

But the vagina felt great. Naturally lubricated, better than those of some natural women I’ve been inside. However, the surgical scar from the vulva up was a distraction, as was the unusual hip-to-waist ratio.

My experience is probably unusual in that I had sex with her while getting acquainted. I don’t know whether the onus was on her to tell me she used to be a dude, or on me to notice it before plunging in. Either way, it wasn’t awful. I might repeat if I knew what to expect going in.

9. His fluids taste like cum and his parts all have a man’s smell and they’re all covered in hair.

My partner and I are both trans. I’m MtF and he’s FtM.

Most of it is about as different as sex is with any other partner. Everyone has their likes and dislikes, and you kind of fumble your way around to figuring out what works, and then do some more of that. He’s obsessed with my breasts and mauls them at every opportunity, when he nuzzles my neck or kisses me his beard scratches me up. He smells like a man, I smell like a woman. My skin is soft and his is hairy.

There’s lots of kissing and groping and laughing and talking and dreaming, and then our pants come off.

His dick is about the size of a pinky finger from the second knuckle. I can give him head just like any other guy, and he love it. His fluids taste like cum and his parts all have a man’s smell and they’re all covered in hair.

I still have a functioning strapless that gets joyfully ignored. It no longer produces emissions and I have multiple orgasms. I particularly enjoy having things put in my inguinal canal. It’s called muffing, and it feels really nice. It hits all of the important nerves and has enough space to fit a thumb. If you have testicles and aren’t on HRT, your testicles might get in the way.

Remember my guy’s size? Yup. It fits. Perfectly.

So yeah, it’s pretty normal, just a little different, and the pillow talk is way more interesting.

10. We both went from being horny and wanting something inside of us to wanting to grind on things instead.

My partner and I are both trans, and both Female to Male. Neither of us have bottom surgery-but that is more due to the lack of good surgeons/surgeries in my area than a lack of desire for it.

Hormones still do a lot to the clitoris. I think the thing that surprised us both was how quickly our clits grew. My partner’s does not stay tucked up in the skin anymore, and it freely hangs down a bit. I can actually give them head-like giving a blowjob to a very tiny penis.

Other than that, body smells are now a thing. Even after having a shower just that day, the body smells a lot different now than it did before. And everything is very hairy.

We’re both about 8 months into hormones right now, so I’m sure we still have a long way to go as far as changes go.

In comparison to a cis dudethe dick is just much smaller. Also, we both went from being horny and wanting something inside of us to wanting to grind on things instead. Humping makes so much more sense now, and it’s become so much more fun to just grind. Sometimes we prefer that to trying to even bother with penetration.

11. Having sex with a mtf transsexual was like having the best of both worlds: the looks and touch of a female but with a little surprise down below.

I (male) have had sex with a mtf escort. I was in Australia and had always been interested so I decided why not. Besides the fact that she was an escort it was actually a pretty enjoyable experience. Besides having a deeper voice and being a little taller than most females, she did not look any different than any other cis female. As for the sex, besides having a penis, it was surprisingly similar to sex with a cis female. It was actually a great experience because I was allowed to experiment with a few fantasies while still being turned on by her appearances. I don’t consider myself gay and would probably never have sex with a male but having sex with a mtf transsexual was like having the best of both worlds: the looks and touch of a female but with a little surprise down below

12. She has small A-cups and smells like a girl.

Im currently dating a trans woman. Its great. She hasn’t had bottom surgery because from what the doctors have told her there is only a 60% chance she will be able to achieve orgasm if she does. Her testes have withdrawn back up into her body and her penis has gotten smaller. She doesnt ejaculate. So basically she has a large clit and no vagina. There are the usual issues with anal penetration but being bisexual myself I know how to navigate these issues.

She has small A-cups and smells like a girl. She acts like the woman that she is. I really enjoy spending time with her, even out of the bedroom.

13. Her vagina was very much like any other woman’s though the labia were a bit smaller, in her case, and she had a less depth.

My (ex) girlfriend had transitioned six years before I met her, and completed her sexual reassignment surgery (SRS) two years prior. Before surgery the effects of estrogen combined with androgen (male hormone) blockers had transformed her breasts, hips, skin and hair and greatly affected her sex life, as well. Most MtF women eventually lose the function of their penis due to hormone treatments, and for many this is not a problem. Receiving penetrative anal sex became much more pleasurable after hormones for my gf, and she could orgasm that way alone. I am told this is a common side effect, though not every woman experiences hormone treatments the same way.

After SRS, my gf had an extended period of recovery where she slowly regained sexual feeling and the ability to enjoy vaginal sex. She told me it was like a training period where her body reconnected with her new vagina both physically and mentally. From my perspective having sex with her two year after the surgery, her vagina was very much like any other woman’s though the labia were a bit smaller, in her case, and she had a less depth. Genetic women can accommodate babies, after all, and their vaginas are remarkably stretchy.

Her vagina did not lubricate naturally and required plenty of lube for sex, but I am told that new SRS procedures can now use the body’s own secretion-producing tissue to simulate vaginal lubricant during arousal. All in all, she was very pleased and fulfilled that her body was now fully female in form and function and that translated into hot sex. When we were dating, she was coming very close (pun intended) to achieving orgasm from vaginal sex and I was of course eager to help her on that journey.

14. Honestly it was pretty hot.

A friend of mine is FTM and we sort of hooked up at a party. Honestly it was pretty hot. I’m male myself but I’ve never really cared about my partners gender or at least it doesn’t play much into whether or not I’m sexually interested in them. He preferred that I didn’t penetrate him so we just sort of grinded, made out, and rubbed each other off. I’d do it again.

15. Sex seems to work best as a tender, sensual affair with lots of nipple stimulation.

MTF here, plus I have a MTF partner. Neither of us have had surgery, though both of us experience significant dysphoria about our genitals. Money is the most significant hurdle to getting an orchiectomy or vaginoplasty.

Sex is difficult. We both are extra sensitive to each other’s needs; we have sex drives and enjoy the pleasure of the penis being stimulated while simultaneously getting sort of grossed out with our own body. Recently she was stimulating me, and I started crying, so sex stopped and she comforted me in my dysphoria. We talk a LOT about the dysphoria and any frustration we have. Sex seems to work best as a tender, sensual affair with lots of nipple stimulation. My own issues are exacerbated by a lot of guilt over sexuality that comes from growing up as a fundamental Christian.

16. I’m a whore, so the penis didn’t stop me from initiating sex after the first date.

Some background info: I am a cis woman, married to a mtf woman. I had never dated a trans person prior to her. I was a gold star lesbian. When we started dating, I knew she was trans because she stated so in her dating profile. We actually met in the real world but I had seen her profile and remembered her from it. The night we met, after it was obvious we hit it off, she disclosed her pre-op status. As I already knew, I was able to avoid any look of surprise, no matter how momentary. This, I found out, really put her at ease. Much respect to anyone that has something like this to disclose during early dating. It must be terrifying. Anyway, I’m a whore, so the penis didn’t stop me from initiating sex after the first date. I did have to admit I had no idea how to work with a penis, but we are both very open sexually, so we were able to talk through it (and our kinks) in a fluid manner. The sex was great. Standard p in v stuff, oral (both ways), some choking. You know, normal. Though she needed a lot of stimulation to orgasm, and it didn’t always happen. I remember being extremely impressed that first time that she was so accepting of her current situation (no bottom or top surgery, and small breasts from hormones). She ended up getting her SRS (Satterwhite) about two years into our relationship, after we got engaged. The results look good, and she is fully orgasmic. She’s had issues with healing, though, which are mostly from her not doing what she is supposed to do for upkeep. It’s killed our sex life, and has led to a lot of resentment on her end. Some is mental issues I’m battling with, some is my not wanting to deal (during sex) with the occasional blood and malodorous discharge that comes from her not healing a surgical site properly. It’s just not arousing at all. She’s working right now with her OB to properly heal the neo-vagina, so I’m hopeful.

17. Couldn’t tell a difference.

I did in July or so from a OKCupid date/hookup. Four times in about a 24-hour period. I actually didn’t know til after though but I did think it was strange when she asked for lube like right away. I’ve had girls ask for lube before but usually its ones that are older or farther into relationship.

Anyways couldn’t tell a difference. A friend of mine went to high school with her when she still had a dick. She only went part of Freshman year then was home schooled. I thought my friend was bullshitting me but scanned the year book pic and told me to search her name on Topix and people talk about her having the surgery done. She also had very small boobs. Usually the voice is a red flag in videos but hers sounded feminine. She was only 20 so must have had it done early or started hormones early.

I didn’t see her again; she was a bit of a nutcase and clingy. Sex was good though. I already had decided not to meet up with her anymore before I found out about the sex change. I probably would have still hooked up with her if she told me but feel not telling me was uncool so just reaffirmed not talking to her anymore.

18. We have mostly vaginal sex, but it feels more like sleeping with a guy, like with a good bro.

Background: Im a Bi cis-gender male, my partner is a trans man (ftm). I met him over summer this year and he disclosed from the beginning that he was trans. The majority of my sexual experiences have been with female partners. I came out as bi to my family because of him.

We talked through text and phone calls before we met in person and he had told me about himself including sexuality and gender (gay trans man for reference.) The way he described himself I would have guessed his feminine features might be more apparent, and that he may have trouble with being misgendered. To my surprise upon first meeting him, besides the lack of beard, that made him look a little younger than his age, he seemed like any other gay guy. We hit it off after meeting and started dating.

As for sex, since the options for bottom surgery arent that great, he isnt planning on it and has come to terms with that. Before we started dating, I thought I had a high sex drive, but since we started living together I just cant keep up. Weve talked about it a lot and I understand his needs (for the most part) and he understands my libido isnt quite is high as his.

So, with that said, I feel like our sex is far closer to gay sex and is fundamentally different in practice than the sex with all of my previous female partners. Oral sex is easier due to his clit being closer to a small penis, sensations like sucking, nibbling, more and harder pressure tend to be much more pleasurable. Even during vaginal intercourse, it feels much more like topping a guy, hair/stubble rub against me, his low moans are in a stark contrast to the female tone. We have mostly vaginal sex, but it feels more like sleeping with a guy, like with a good bro. There are only subtleties of his previous identity. I dont plan on sharing those because I would rather be the only one who knows. Otherwise he is rather masculine, slightly timid face, normal proportions for his shorter stature, most of the time he wears briefs and binds. So, looking at him on a typical day at school/work most people easily see a male. He has a normal male odor and uses masculine deodorant and wash. He began shaving his genitals at my request, but hes hairy in the rest of the normal places for a guy.

As our relationship is young, we havent ventured into too many unknowns, but plans for the future include pegging because, well, I cant have all the fun. Thats one of the perks of a relationship with a trans person, because conversations about sexuality tend to come up early and more often. Kinks and sexual play feel more comfortable to discuss. This level of communication in my experience has been difficult to work towards in my prior relationships where sexuality wasnt brought up due to the status quo.

19. The clits engorge considerably, and are a ton of fun to play with, closer to a blowjob than cunnilingus.

Bisexual man here, I’ve dated/had sex with two pre-op transmen on T, one who started hormones while we were dating.

The clits engorge considerably, and are a ton of fun to play with, closer to a blowjob than cunnilingus.

Testosterone seems to interfere with vaginal wetness, so lube is important if he’s interested in that, and seemed to make him interested in sex more frequently but for a shorter session.

20. Such a great and unexpected experience, a whole different kind of sexy!

I had an awesome experience with a MtF girl, who had been on hormones for a while but still pre-op. Already had bigger boobs than me but still rather well-endowed downstairs. I am bisexual so am very much into both guys and girls anyway, but it was such a great and unexpected experience, a whole different kind of sexy!

21. If I’m horny she just plays with my dick and if she’s horny I just play with her breasts and her rather bubbly butt.

I have dated a (mtf) girl for about 3 years now. She told me early so I knew ahead of time it would probably end up being different but I went for it. It actually was a lot better than I thought! With the help of lube she was particularly wet and I was able to go in and get my business done. We don’t really even have sex that often. If I’m horny she just plays with my dick and if she’s horny I just play with her breasts and her rather bubbly butt. And yes, she looks like a perfectly normal female.

22. Super tight and small.

Super tight and small. Her size makes deep penetration hard and feels like a vise on my dick. She got it done by one of the best, paid all cash and went with the largest size available. I have had sex with women who are smaller, but over time their body seems to accommodate. Also the limits on the vagina seem to be a hard stop in my partner.

Overall the sex is amazing, even the intercourse, intercourse is a small part of great sex.

I love her and am so glad she is part of my life.

23. The parts down below felt totally normal.

Felt fine. The scar around his chest was interesting, where he had had his breasts reformed, but the parts down below felt totally normal.

24. It was mainly like masturbating but with two people involved.

Trans myself and bisexual, so far had sex with: a cis guy, a trans guy who had not transitioned at all yet, and a post-transition trans guy.

Sex with a pre-everything trans guy meant I was bottoming almost all the time and he didn’t like to be touched much. Not much to say aside from that, in general I quite liked it as we had similar sexual interests and that seems to be the main factor in whether I enjoy sex with someone, aside from emotional connection.

Sex with a post-transition trans guy is quite different, as firstly I can actually touch him and even occasionally top, and secondly his body is quite different. Even if the genitals are the same at the start, hormones significantly change how they work and look.

I could not have sex with a cis woman in the same way even simply for logistic reasons, a woman’s vagina does not exactly look and work like a post-transition trans man’s genitals. Without going into details, there are things that would just be downright impossible.

Sex with a cis guy is something I was very curious about and had expectations for, but ended up being very disappointing. I would guess mainly because there wasn’t much of an emotional build-up so it was mainly like masturbating but with two people involved and more awkward, and we weren’t very compatible sexually. Curiosity towards cis dick is a poor substitute for sexual chemistry.

25. It was about the same experience as being the top in your average gay sex.

Context: I am a cisgendered bisexual mid-20s male. I have been in sexual relationships with both cis men and cis women and feel perfectly comfortable with either. I have several transgender friends and have all the respect in the world for transgender people.

I was in a short-term casual relationship with a trans man (that is female-to-male) about two years ago that lasted only a month or so. We met on a dating site with the intention of drinking beer together and possibly having sex. I don’t remember who instigated the exchange but he ended up coming to my place. He had been on hormone replacement therapy for several years and had had top surgery. He was completely passing, i.e., you would not be able to tell he was transgender unless you were told, or saw him without clothes on.

Physically, the sex was pretty unremarkable. Being that I am bisexual and have had experience with both men and women I was not exposed to anything I was uncomfortable or unfamiliar with. I would say that oral sex was the same as going down on a woman (albeit quite a bit hairier than most cis women like to keep it) and otherwise it was about the same experience as being the top in your average gay sex. The strangest part about the whole thing for me was how I was maybe… overly sensitive about him being trans at first. Not wanting to ask any questions or offend, letting him take the lead, etc. He was quite comfortable with being trans, though, and after the first time we had sex, each time after that was the same as any other gay casual relationship. We would have continued seeing each other but he had plans to move across the country and we started seeing each other with the knowledge that it would be a short-lived fling.

I’ll answer any questions.

tl;dr-same as regular old gay sex once I stopped being overly sensitive about his trans status.

26. I’ve had anal and oral with both cis and trans women and it feels identical.

She didn’t dilate a lot so it was too tight to function in. I know it hurts girls, but it’s for your health, not just for sex.

Otherwise I’ve had anal and oral with both cis and trans women and it feels identical in that regard, and it wasn’t a problem.

My standards for women are nearly as high as my standards for myself, but what she was born with (hair color, metabolism, ethnicity, genitals, social class, etc.) don’t really factor into it. In that regard I’m extremely not picky. So I’ve had at this point almost equal share of sex with trans and cis women, and about 20% of my relationships were with trans women.

Men don’t do it for me though. Just not attracted.

27. He’d had top surgery and looked just like a guy, had body hair and a dripping wet pussy.

I hooked up with a FtM trans guy once, he wanted to wank me while I played with his clit. He’d had top surgery and looked just like a guy, had body hair and a dripping wet pussy. It was pretty cool, I’d definitely do it again.

28. My cock wouldn’t fit inside.

I tried sleeping with a trans lady once, my cock wouldn’t fit inside, apparently it was too soon after her op, so it compared pretty poorly.

29. It felt pretty okay.

I had a Male to Female. I’m a male. It felt pretty okay, the only problem I encountered was that it was noticeably wider and felt worse than the average vagina I encountered. And another problem was that we had to use lube, otherwise it was just almost impossible.