It turned out that i was the only tranny who participated in the CFNM party. There was another tranny who showed up, but they were in a funk about the whole thing, showing up in a thong and finally just moping semi-clothed in another room. Sweety i feel your pain, but if you dread being naked, dont turn up at the CFNM party. Thus i was the only other transgendered participant, and I showed up in full makeup with scads of jewelry and with a special cod piece,( hair accessories carefully placed to create a panorama of butterfly sipping at flower.) it might be argued that thismwas cheating, but this was definitely technically within the rules and got some nice compliments from the ladies, though one did remark that i didnt make a very good naked male Since i Looked like a girl. If you prick us do we not bleed?
So we had 5 women 5 men and me. The women really enjoyed the event it seemed, having the naked men do various things ( foot massage, serving, forced bi) or doing things to them. ( clothes pins, rope bondage, paddling). A couple of,the men really enjoyed the event as well, at least if we gauge them by how tall their little soldiers stood. But certainly the women were jolly and chatty while the men were quiet and embarrassed.
Me? I found the public humiliation of forced bi a bit,of a turn-on, being instructed to do this and that and i didnt even know my partner who was certainly turned on.
I had gone to this party expecting self discovery, being forced to acknowledge my own maleness. It turned out not to be so revealing, though i did put dating a boy on my bucket list. When i do, i think i will take him to a CFNM party, only this time i will have the good sense to wear a dress.
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