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Shy nerdy virgin Danny is gets a project of a lifetime: photographing his shemale classmate in the nude which leads to new sexual experiences and a new lease on his formerly sex-deprived life.
The University of California Los Angeles. It's commonly referred to as UCLA and is a bastion of pretentious higher learning; not merely because of the criminally low acceptance rate and Ivy League levels of graduate success, but also because of its locale. Most well-respected universities tend to be in or near the worst parts of town, except of course for UCLA. It's located in the upper crust Los Angeles neighborhood of Westwood, a perfect microcosm of upper echelon suburban living, and is literally across the street from the ultra-posh Bel Air neighborhood, you know, where the Fresh Prince lived.
In this place of higher learning was a shy nerdy eighteen year old freshman named Daniel Lowry, who not surprisingly went by Danny. Danny had excellent grades and overflowed with potential so it really disappointed his well-to-do parents that he pursued a major in art and photography, the perfect recipe to a path of millennial unemployment and decades of crippling student loan debt, as those tuition prices are outlandishly and needlessly expensive.
Danny was not a native to LA, but rather the Bay Area, the combined statistical area encompassing San Francisco, San Jose, Oakland, Concord, and others; including the echo chamber of coastal elitism known as Silicon Valley. Danny was from Daly City, a reasonably sized and very wealthy city just south of San Francisco proper. His father was not surprisingly an important person in the tech industry and his mother a well-to-do environmental activist.
He was a shy boy, boasting with talent, and smile that says: "hello world, I'm a total virgin!"
He had a well-coiffed dirty blonde bowl cut that he often would style up. He had blue eyes, and a very hairless body otherwise. He was very skinny, which often attributed to his shyness, with a flat stomach, spindly arms and legs, with of course an average to below average sized penis. He made up for this in his hips and butt, which was the most bubbly part of his body. He also wore round hipster looking glasses, a perfect finish to his nerdy persona. He was never seen without his Canon Eos 4000D camera always with a variety of lenses, taking very vanilla Norman Rockwell photographs of the picturesque and photogenic Los Angeles landscape.
As his arts major demanded it, Danny was in an experimental photography class taught by Professor Len Hardesy, the perfect embodiment of a Berkeley educated arts professor living in the Silver Lake area, a proverbial slice of Portland, Oregon smack right in the middle of LA. Everyone was at their desks with their latest photography projects as Len was at the white board.
"And as you know, your midterm is a doosy" he explained. "Now for those of you who have heard the rumors about this class, let me put your minds at ease...they're all true" some laughs filled the room. "Much of experimental photography revolves around pushing the envelope so to speak. Some of the most telling pieces of art are the ones our attention is drawn to the most: the ones where we can literally gravitate to the artist's and the subject's vulnerability. Vulnerability is the best indicator to a true and honest piece of art. So, for your midterm, with a partner should you so choose is the most vulnerable art there is: nude art. Now, over the years I have seen everything from the old: photograph covering the crotch, to a secretary pose?which are very common, to a no-shame body positive full frontal expose. Now some, predominantly in middle America refer to this as "pornography" and that's good; because their ignorance to your art is exactly what gets people buzzing. It's what gets you to prove how much you love yourself and your work and how passionate you are" he continued.
Danny blushed, but was rather intrigued by this very bold project. Len continued. "Now, I will be the only one who will view these photos, though some brave souls every year always donate their work to our showcase and as examples for future semesters. Extra credit will be awarded to anyone who chooses this route and I mean major extra credit, like: don't-even-bother-showing-up-for-the-final-extra credit. How does that grab you?" most of the students nodded in agreement.
Danny looked at the bevy of photos that Len was showcasing on the projector screen shining on the white board. Many were in the requisite secretary pose which perfectly hides the more risqué parts of the body. Others were in various poses, some were in fact full frontal with others bending over and showing off their asses, which was making Danny a little weak in the knees. One brazen project was a couple who were dry humping each other.
"I understand this is a major istanbul escort (https://pendik.t2bro.net) ask for many of you and I am perfectly aware that some of you will not feel comfortable putting yourself out there in such a manor. This is fine, if you do not choose to participate in the project whether you only want me to view and grade your photos or not, you may instead write a seven page term paper, double spaced, five scholarly sources; detailing a nudist author, photo, or movement of your choosing. And yes, you may mesh all three but there must be a defined thesis. Sound good to everyone?" all heads nodded. "Excellent. Those of you who do not have partners, send me an email by the end of the week and if you choose to opt out and write the paper, if so I would like a rough thesis emailed to me by next Friday for my approval. On that note: go shine, everybody" Len finished before dismissing the class.
The shy Danny definitely wanted to do the project, especially if major extra credit was on the line, and any excuse not to do a massive term paper on top of his other research-heavy classes was a good assignment in his book. He definitely wanted to do the assignment with a woman as he wasn't particularly interested of feeling emasculated by another man based on his size. As this was a photography class, the pickings for women were plentiful, Danny was one of four men in the class of fourteen and at least one man was in a relationship with a girl in the class. The other two were quickly snatched up and Danny liked his odds but found that the other women in the class suddenly wanted to do the paper instead.
Danny figured this was because he was a scrawny scrub, but also he was quiet and figured they assumed that the quiet ones were always the dangerous ones. But there was one woman in the class whom nobody dared to ask. Her name was Tanya Cromwell.
Tanya was certainly different from the other twenty-somethings in the class. For one thing she was thirty-five and was one of those who decided to go to school later in adult life once she figured her own problems out. She was a native of South Los Angeles, namely the Chesterfield Square neighborhood. She was African-American, was six feet tall, much taller than the five foot seven inch Danny. She had a cute face, long wavy dark hair and had a very thick body. She had massive DD cup breasts and a huge ass. She wore a skirt and some sort of blouse which showed off her cleavage. Even women couldn't help but stare. But, what set Tanya apart from the other students was she was openly trans. She made no bones about this, and many of her previous art projects reflected her identity. Though many were afraid to approach her, most likely at the risk of saying something awkward that could be offensive. Danny didn't have such fears and more importantly needed a partner and he knew she needed one too. He knew there would come a point where he would see her naked in all this but was more intrigued than not. Even if this was going to be awkward, the record would show that Danny wasn't a prude. He approached Tanya's desk as she was putting her things in her messenger bag, ready for her next class.
"Um, hey, T-Tanya, right?"
"Absolutely. Jerry?"
"Danny."
"My God, I'm so sorry."
"No-no, it's okay. It's easy to mess up and like, I don't talk much."
"That's okay baby, I don't either." Tanya explained.
"So, listen um, I know this sounds awkward, but were you, were gonna do the-the paper?"
"Hell no. I don't wanna take that final."
"Good, um. I don't really have a partner, so..."
"Well sure I'll be yours, Danny. Thanks for having the balls to ask."
"I mean, I didn't really?"
"Everyone else already left. So thank you. Now, I know we have plenty of time, but I am swamped with my other work, is it cool we get this over with like...maybe this week and next?" she asked with a worried face.
"Uh yeah, totally. That sounds good."
"Oh cool, this is working gangbusters already" she playfully punched Danny's arm. "Oh hey, I know we gotta do this shit in the buff..." she then whispered. "You do know I'm trans, right?"
"Yeah-yeah" Danny gulped. "Not a problem. Not, a problem, at all."
"Oh good. I like you already. I figured I'd ask cause I don't want you seeing me full frontal and being all "what! Damn that's big" you know?" she chuckled.
"Yeah" Danny forced a few laughs, but then after realizing he had been laughing for too long grunted and put on a serious face, looking away again. "So like, I'm not from here?I have like a dorm, and like my roommate...it'd be kinda awkward if he, you know, just came in and saw us..."
"Oh fuck yeah. I don't want some limp, strange-ass motherfucker seeing my package, you gotta pay extra for that" she laughed, Danny then chuckled again. "Where you from?"
"Daly City, it's-it's in the Bay, right by San Francisco."
"The Bay's so pretty, I know that for a fact. My dad's from O-town so I know the area" Tanya explained.
"Oh, cool" escort bayan (https://pendik.t2bro.net) Danny nodded, trying not to be more awkward.
"Don't you worry, I got the dopest loft in the Arts District. I live alone, and I got two spots for parking. Can you come by today? We can get started?"
"Um, sure. Yeah totally" Danny nodded.
"Great, gimme your number, I'll text you my address."
"Sounds good" Danny nodded. He gave Tanya his number and quickly got a text with her address on it. The two exchanged goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Danny only had one more class that day and his mind was totally on Tanya, especially knowing he'd be seeing her in a compromising position. The two didn't really discuss what they were going to do and the rush of extra credit was starting to wear off and Danny was feeling the awkwardness of what was to come. He wasn't so worried about seeing Tanya, he was actually kind of interested never seeing a trans-woman naked before. He was more afraid of what Tanya was going to think of him, especially seeing his lanky bod and his less-than-impressive dong. But he had little time to think about his insecurities because he found himself driving through the traffic infested Westside of LA and through the syringe-lined roads of Downtown to the Arts District, directly east of the third world marvel that is Skid Row, the largest neighborhood in the United States to be continuously populated by homeless people. It truly was a sight to behold, a literal tent city and rundown storefronts, with the people walking around like zombies, with every conceivable form of trash just scattered everywhere.
Danny finally made it to safety, parking his Nissan Leaf in Tanya's second spot at her loft which was definitely a warehouse or factory at some point in the building's existence like most of the structures in the Arts District. He quickly found himself outside of her loft. He could hear calming music from the inside. He took a deep breath and knocked, though it was the lightest most pussiest knock in the world.
"Be right there!" Tanya called form inside. She must've possessed supersonic hearing.
Danny took another deep breath and forced his head to remain looking straight ahead, knowing full well it would most certainly take a dip low and eye up her mountainous cleavage.
"Hey Tanya, good to see you. Oh, you look nice too. What? Yeah I've been working out, glad you noticed" Danny said barely audible, trying to practice for having something to say to break the awkward.
After a few moments, the door opened, and Tanya stood there, her hair just as wavy but was covering her right eye. She also wore a silk robe. "Hey baby, right on time, come on in, you're letting all the Kush out" she said.
Danny gulped. He had little room to say anything before Tanya ushered him in and closed the door behind them. Danny got a good look around. It was about as artsy a loft as one could get. It had brick walls, with the conventional warehouse ceilings with the exposed vents and fluorescent factory lights overhead. On one wall were a bunch of bay windows with blinds. The place was separated by wall separators and the walls were lined in various photographs taken by Tanya herself. There was a bedroom area to one side with a California King sized bed with silk sheets and a million pillows. Tanya walked to the other side where there was a fully stocked kitchen. In the middle separating all this was a sort of living room area. The only doors were for a closet, and a bathroom near the kitchen area.
The smell of cannabis filled the air and assaulted Danny's nostrils as he watched Tanya over at a breakfast nook area having every bottle of liquor under the sun resting on it, as well as two glasses, and an ice bucket. "Now I know we're both thinking the same thing: this is gonna be awkward as fuck" she explained. Danny nodded feeling good she felt the same way too.
"Totally agree."
"So it would behoove us to clear the mind so we can expose our bodies" Tanya explained poetically. "I feel like crossfading myself, so; you are my guest, what kind of drink can I fix you?"
"Oh um, I'm fine, I'm only eighteen."
"Oh don't gimme that shit, baby. Do I look like a cop to you? What are you drinking? We got vodka?and it's that good Russian shit. Gin, peppermint schnapps but I think one of my girlfriends left that one, Jager, and uh, tequila."
Danny smirked and shrugged, it was free alcohol. "Um, tequila, I guess."
"It's Patrón, that okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Neat, or rocks?"
"Uh, rocks, please" Danny said placing his bag on a nearby couch and took off his shoes, making himself at home.
Danny sat on the couch and eyed up a platter on the coffee table. There was an incents stick slowly burning on top. The platter contained a stone mortar and pestle, some rolling papers, and a pile of cannabis flower next to an ashtray with two roaches already snuffed inside of it, one still partially smoking.
"Here we go" Tanya said, Pendik escort (https://pendik.t2bro.net) walking over. She handed Danny his glass and sat next to him on the couch, her robe still covering all her sensitive areas. She had herself a glass of whiskey. Danny took a light sip and winced.
"Me and my girls were gonna get that real mescal shit but my fat ass ain't setting foot in Tijuana, know what I'm saying? Those guys down there are thirsty as fuck" she explained.
"Really?" Danny asked.
"Oh yeah. They're so polite, but they don't play down there. They give you one compliment and they think they can just hop in your pants. But I got my secret weapon" she explained, pointing to her crotch which Danny was trying not to notice.
"Huh." He took another sip.
"Yeah, I don't want to sound like a dick but I thought the tourists at least would be a little more looser, but, it's better than some awkward booty sex, you know?" she laughed, finishing her drink. "Oh, where are my manners, please, mi casa es su casa. Want a little hit?" she asked, taking half a joint she was rolling on the table and licked it shut. "It's good stuff, I get it from this dispensary in Van Nuys. Nicest people there, and they have the best product."
Danny took a bigger sip and winced harder. He really needed to settle his nerves but again went for the excuse. "Again, only eighteen."
"You sure?" Tanya asked, handing him the joint she just rolled.
Danny didn't want to be an ungrateful guest. Plus, if there was one thing to open him up in an organic way, it was weed. "You know what, fuck it" he took the joint.
"Atta boy" Tanya produced a plain silver Zippo lighter and flicked it open, and lit it up. She held it under the tip of Danny's joint and he took a nice drag, immediately making the mistake of inhaling too much and coughed.
"Rookie mistake" Tanya smirked. "Gotta inhale light" she said, rolling herself another joint.
"Right" Danny choked. He tried again, taking a lighter puff and immediately felt that euphoric rush of 'it's all good, man'. Tanya finished rolling and quickly joined him, deepening her already noticeable high.
"So, guess we should open with the obvious: ever seen a tranny before?" she asked.
"Nope" Danny choked down another drag. "I thought that was uh, was uh...transphobic term?"
"Oh to some, but I'm not picky. I'm secure with myself. Tranny, shemale, trans, whatever. She/her, by the way."
"He/him" Danny stated his pronouns, finishing his joint, and setting the roach in the ashtray. "Nice place. You were right, it's really dope" he leaned in at the platter of pot. "Can I uh?"
"Oh fuck yeah boy, go for it" Tanya urged him.
"Cool, thank you" Danny nodded before haplessly rolling himself a joint. Tanya stepped in and helped him before all the flower fell onto the floor. "Thanks" he lit up and took smaller puffs this time.
"So, what's your story, Danny? Tell Tanya all I need to know. Cause we about to get a whole lot more personal very soon."
"So I'm like, Danny, uh Lowry. I'm from Daly City, California in San Mateo County?"
"Fuck that shit, come on. Open up. What do you want to do with your life? What are your pleasures?" Tanya asked.
"Uh well, photography. I wanna be a?pro?fessional photographer. Maybe a graphic artist."
"Graphic art is so cool" Tanya agreed. "Lucrative, creative. Whole package."
"Wish my dad would think so. He's a tech guy. Wants me to do the same shit."
"Sounds like my pops. He's a tenured professor over at East Rancho Dominguez. Doctor of Civic Engineering" Tanya chuckled. "Damn, that's good shit."
"He a hard ass too?" Danny asked.
"Mmm-hmm. I went to school a while ago to try the same thing, but realized I wanted to do fashion with some photography on the side. Quit school, did some traveling?some soul searching, came back to LA and here we are."
"What do you do currently?" Danny asked.
"That's what makes this assignment so easy for me. I do nude photographs and I've been dabbling in camera work for porn to make ends meet."
"Oh, cool" Danny gulped, getting awkward again. "You from LA?"
"South LA, born and raised. Crenshaw High, class of 2004."
"Fuck, man. I was like...a year old when you fucking graduated" Danny chuckled, he then stopped himself after realizing he inadvertently called Tanya old, and quickly deflected. "Galileo Academy in San Fran, class of 2021" Danny explained. "Just graduated last spring."
"How bout the dating game?" Tanya asked.
Danny gulped again, figuring this was payback for the old comment. He took another sip of his now watered down tequila. "Uh, shitty."
"Aw come on, can't be that bad. You're young."
"Nah, I'm a virgin" he sighed, like a virgin.
"No pussy? Any booty?"
"Nope."
"First base, second base?"
"Nada."
"Now be real with me, you just jerk off?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, totally" Danny said taking another tok and a sip of his tequila.
"But you never tried anything your ass?"
"Nope."
"Not even a little butt plug?"
"I have not."
"Damn boy, nothing?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah. I'm kinda shy."
Tanya slapped his leg. "That shy shit wears off, I promise."
All persons depicted in nude/sexual situations are 18 and up. This work is entirely fictitious. Any relationship to persons living or dead is unintentional and entirely coincidental.
Shy nerdy virgin Danny is gets a project of a lifetime: photographing his shemale classmate in the nude which leads to new sexual experiences and a new lease on his formerly sex-deprived life.
The University of California Los Angeles. It's commonly referred to as UCLA and is a bastion of pretentious higher learning; not merely because of the criminally low acceptance rate and Ivy League levels of graduate success, but also because of its locale. Most well-respected universities tend to be in or near the worst parts of town, except of course for UCLA. It's located in the upper crust Los Angeles neighborhood of Westwood, a perfect microcosm of upper echelon suburban living, and is literally across the street from the ultra-posh Bel Air neighborhood, you know, where the Fresh Prince lived.
In this place of higher learning was a shy nerdy eighteen year old freshman named Daniel Lowry, who not surprisingly went by Danny. Danny had excellent grades and overflowed with potential so it really disappointed his well-to-do parents that he pursued a major in art and photography, the perfect recipe to a path of millennial unemployment and decades of crippling student loan debt, as those tuition prices are outlandishly and needlessly expensive.
Danny was not a native to LA, but rather the Bay Area, the combined statistical area encompassing San Francisco, San Jose, Oakland, Concord, and others; including the echo chamber of coastal elitism known as Silicon Valley. Danny was from Daly City, a reasonably sized and very wealthy city just south of San Francisco proper. His father was not surprisingly an important person in the tech industry and his mother a well-to-do environmental activist.
He was a shy boy, boasting with talent, and smile that says: "hello world, I'm a total virgin!"
He had a well-coiffed dirty blonde bowl cut that he often would style up. He had blue eyes, and a very hairless body otherwise. He was very skinny, which often attributed to his shyness, with a flat stomach, spindly arms and legs, with of course an average to below average sized penis. He made up for this in his hips and butt, which was the most bubbly part of his body. He also wore round hipster looking glasses, a perfect finish to his nerdy persona. He was never seen without his Canon Eos 4000D camera always with a variety of lenses, taking very vanilla Norman Rockwell photographs of the picturesque and photogenic Los Angeles landscape.
As his arts major demanded it, Danny was in an experimental photography class taught by Professor Len Hardesy, the perfect embodiment of a Berkeley educated arts professor living in the Silver Lake area, a proverbial slice of Portland, Oregon smack right in the middle of LA. Everyone was at their desks with their latest photography projects as Len was at the white board.
"And as you know, your midterm is a doosy" he explained. "Now for those of you who have heard the rumors about this class, let me put your minds at ease...they're all true" some laughs filled the room. "Much of experimental photography revolves around pushing the envelope so to speak. Some of the most telling pieces of art are the ones our attention is drawn to the most: the ones where we can literally gravitate to the artist's and the subject's vulnerability. Vulnerability is the best indicator to a true and honest piece of art. So, for your midterm, with a partner should you so choose is the most vulnerable art there is: nude art. Now, over the years I have seen everything from the old: photograph covering the crotch, to a secretary pose?which are very common, to a no-shame body positive full frontal expose. Now some, predominantly in middle America refer to this as "pornography" and that's good; because their ignorance to your art is exactly what gets people buzzing. It's what gets you to prove how much you love yourself and your work and how passionate you are" he continued.
Danny blushed, but was rather intrigued by this very bold project. Len continued. "Now, I will be the only one who will view these photos, though some brave souls every year always donate their work to our showcase and as examples for future semesters. Extra credit will be awarded to anyone who chooses this route and I mean major extra credit, like: don't-even-bother-showing-up-for-the-final-extra credit. How does that grab you?" most of the students nodded in agreement.
Danny looked at the bevy of photos that Len was showcasing on the projector screen shining on the white board. Many were in the requisite secretary pose which perfectly hides the more risqué parts of the body. Others were in various poses, some were in fact full frontal with others bending over and showing off their asses, which was making Danny a little weak in the knees. One brazen project was a couple who were dry humping each other.
"I understand this is a major istanbul escort (https://pendik.t2bro.net) ask for many of you and I am perfectly aware that some of you will not feel comfortable putting yourself out there in such a manor. This is fine, if you do not choose to participate in the project whether you only want me to view and grade your photos or not, you may instead write a seven page term paper, double spaced, five scholarly sources; detailing a nudist author, photo, or movement of your choosing. And yes, you may mesh all three but there must be a defined thesis. Sound good to everyone?" all heads nodded. "Excellent. Those of you who do not have partners, send me an email by the end of the week and if you choose to opt out and write the paper, if so I would like a rough thesis emailed to me by next Friday for my approval. On that note: go shine, everybody" Len finished before dismissing the class.
The shy Danny definitely wanted to do the project, especially if major extra credit was on the line, and any excuse not to do a massive term paper on top of his other research-heavy classes was a good assignment in his book. He definitely wanted to do the assignment with a woman as he wasn't particularly interested of feeling emasculated by another man based on his size. As this was a photography class, the pickings for women were plentiful, Danny was one of four men in the class of fourteen and at least one man was in a relationship with a girl in the class. The other two were quickly snatched up and Danny liked his odds but found that the other women in the class suddenly wanted to do the paper instead.
Danny figured this was because he was a scrawny scrub, but also he was quiet and figured they assumed that the quiet ones were always the dangerous ones. But there was one woman in the class whom nobody dared to ask. Her name was Tanya Cromwell.
Tanya was certainly different from the other twenty-somethings in the class. For one thing she was thirty-five and was one of those who decided to go to school later in adult life once she figured her own problems out. She was a native of South Los Angeles, namely the Chesterfield Square neighborhood. She was African-American, was six feet tall, much taller than the five foot seven inch Danny. She had a cute face, long wavy dark hair and had a very thick body. She had massive DD cup breasts and a huge ass. She wore a skirt and some sort of blouse which showed off her cleavage. Even women couldn't help but stare. But, what set Tanya apart from the other students was she was openly trans. She made no bones about this, and many of her previous art projects reflected her identity. Though many were afraid to approach her, most likely at the risk of saying something awkward that could be offensive. Danny didn't have such fears and more importantly needed a partner and he knew she needed one too. He knew there would come a point where he would see her naked in all this but was more intrigued than not. Even if this was going to be awkward, the record would show that Danny wasn't a prude. He approached Tanya's desk as she was putting her things in her messenger bag, ready for her next class.
"Um, hey, T-Tanya, right?"
"Absolutely. Jerry?"
"Danny."
"My God, I'm so sorry."
"No-no, it's okay. It's easy to mess up and like, I don't talk much."
"That's okay baby, I don't either." Tanya explained.
"So, listen um, I know this sounds awkward, but were you, were gonna do the-the paper?"
"Hell no. I don't wanna take that final."
"Good, um. I don't really have a partner, so..."
"Well sure I'll be yours, Danny. Thanks for having the balls to ask."
"I mean, I didn't really?"
"Everyone else already left. So thank you. Now, I know we have plenty of time, but I am swamped with my other work, is it cool we get this over with like...maybe this week and next?" she asked with a worried face.
"Uh yeah, totally. That sounds good."
"Oh cool, this is working gangbusters already" she playfully punched Danny's arm. "Oh hey, I know we gotta do this shit in the buff..." she then whispered. "You do know I'm trans, right?"
"Yeah-yeah" Danny gulped. "Not a problem. Not, a problem, at all."
"Oh good. I like you already. I figured I'd ask cause I don't want you seeing me full frontal and being all "what! Damn that's big" you know?" she chuckled.
"Yeah" Danny forced a few laughs, but then after realizing he had been laughing for too long grunted and put on a serious face, looking away again. "So like, I'm not from here?I have like a dorm, and like my roommate...it'd be kinda awkward if he, you know, just came in and saw us..."
"Oh fuck yeah. I don't want some limp, strange-ass motherfucker seeing my package, you gotta pay extra for that" she laughed, Danny then chuckled again. "Where you from?"
"Daly City, it's-it's in the Bay, right by San Francisco."
"The Bay's so pretty, I know that for a fact. My dad's from O-town so I know the area" Tanya explained.
"Oh, cool" escort bayan (https://pendik.t2bro.net) Danny nodded, trying not to be more awkward.
"Don't you worry, I got the dopest loft in the Arts District. I live alone, and I got two spots for parking. Can you come by today? We can get started?"
"Um, sure. Yeah totally" Danny nodded.
"Great, gimme your number, I'll text you my address."
"Sounds good" Danny nodded. He gave Tanya his number and quickly got a text with her address on it. The two exchanged goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Danny only had one more class that day and his mind was totally on Tanya, especially knowing he'd be seeing her in a compromising position. The two didn't really discuss what they were going to do and the rush of extra credit was starting to wear off and Danny was feeling the awkwardness of what was to come. He wasn't so worried about seeing Tanya, he was actually kind of interested never seeing a trans-woman naked before. He was more afraid of what Tanya was going to think of him, especially seeing his lanky bod and his less-than-impressive dong. But he had little time to think about his insecurities because he found himself driving through the traffic infested Westside of LA and through the syringe-lined roads of Downtown to the Arts District, directly east of the third world marvel that is Skid Row, the largest neighborhood in the United States to be continuously populated by homeless people. It truly was a sight to behold, a literal tent city and rundown storefronts, with the people walking around like zombies, with every conceivable form of trash just scattered everywhere.
Danny finally made it to safety, parking his Nissan Leaf in Tanya's second spot at her loft which was definitely a warehouse or factory at some point in the building's existence like most of the structures in the Arts District. He quickly found himself outside of her loft. He could hear calming music from the inside. He took a deep breath and knocked, though it was the lightest most pussiest knock in the world.
"Be right there!" Tanya called form inside. She must've possessed supersonic hearing.
Danny took another deep breath and forced his head to remain looking straight ahead, knowing full well it would most certainly take a dip low and eye up her mountainous cleavage.
"Hey Tanya, good to see you. Oh, you look nice too. What? Yeah I've been working out, glad you noticed" Danny said barely audible, trying to practice for having something to say to break the awkward.
After a few moments, the door opened, and Tanya stood there, her hair just as wavy but was covering her right eye. She also wore a silk robe. "Hey baby, right on time, come on in, you're letting all the Kush out" she said.
Danny gulped. He had little room to say anything before Tanya ushered him in and closed the door behind them. Danny got a good look around. It was about as artsy a loft as one could get. It had brick walls, with the conventional warehouse ceilings with the exposed vents and fluorescent factory lights overhead. On one wall were a bunch of bay windows with blinds. The place was separated by wall separators and the walls were lined in various photographs taken by Tanya herself. There was a bedroom area to one side with a California King sized bed with silk sheets and a million pillows. Tanya walked to the other side where there was a fully stocked kitchen. In the middle separating all this was a sort of living room area. The only doors were for a closet, and a bathroom near the kitchen area.
The smell of cannabis filled the air and assaulted Danny's nostrils as he watched Tanya over at a breakfast nook area having every bottle of liquor under the sun resting on it, as well as two glasses, and an ice bucket. "Now I know we're both thinking the same thing: this is gonna be awkward as fuck" she explained. Danny nodded feeling good she felt the same way too.
"Totally agree."
"So it would behoove us to clear the mind so we can expose our bodies" Tanya explained poetically. "I feel like crossfading myself, so; you are my guest, what kind of drink can I fix you?"
"Oh um, I'm fine, I'm only eighteen."
"Oh don't gimme that shit, baby. Do I look like a cop to you? What are you drinking? We got vodka?and it's that good Russian shit. Gin, peppermint schnapps but I think one of my girlfriends left that one, Jager, and uh, tequila."
Danny smirked and shrugged, it was free alcohol. "Um, tequila, I guess."
"It's Patrón, that okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Neat, or rocks?"
"Uh, rocks, please" Danny said placing his bag on a nearby couch and took off his shoes, making himself at home.
Danny sat on the couch and eyed up a platter on the coffee table. There was an incents stick slowly burning on top. The platter contained a stone mortar and pestle, some rolling papers, and a pile of cannabis flower next to an ashtray with two roaches already snuffed inside of it, one still partially smoking.
"Here we go" Tanya said, Pendik escort (https://pendik.t2bro.net) walking over. She handed Danny his glass and sat next to him on the couch, her robe still covering all her sensitive areas. She had herself a glass of whiskey. Danny took a light sip and winced.
"Me and my girls were gonna get that real mescal shit but my fat ass ain't setting foot in Tijuana, know what I'm saying? Those guys down there are thirsty as fuck" she explained.
"Really?" Danny asked.
"Oh yeah. They're so polite, but they don't play down there. They give you one compliment and they think they can just hop in your pants. But I got my secret weapon" she explained, pointing to her crotch which Danny was trying not to notice.
"Huh." He took another sip.
"Yeah, I don't want to sound like a dick but I thought the tourists at least would be a little more looser, but, it's better than some awkward booty sex, you know?" she laughed, finishing her drink. "Oh, where are my manners, please, mi casa es su casa. Want a little hit?" she asked, taking half a joint she was rolling on the table and licked it shut. "It's good stuff, I get it from this dispensary in Van Nuys. Nicest people there, and they have the best product."
Danny took a bigger sip and winced harder. He really needed to settle his nerves but again went for the excuse. "Again, only eighteen."
"You sure?" Tanya asked, handing him the joint she just rolled.
Danny didn't want to be an ungrateful guest. Plus, if there was one thing to open him up in an organic way, it was weed. "You know what, fuck it" he took the joint.
"Atta boy" Tanya produced a plain silver Zippo lighter and flicked it open, and lit it up. She held it under the tip of Danny's joint and he took a nice drag, immediately making the mistake of inhaling too much and coughed.
"Rookie mistake" Tanya smirked. "Gotta inhale light" she said, rolling herself another joint.
"Right" Danny choked. He tried again, taking a lighter puff and immediately felt that euphoric rush of 'it's all good, man'. Tanya finished rolling and quickly joined him, deepening her already noticeable high.
"So, guess we should open with the obvious: ever seen a tranny before?" she asked.
"Nope" Danny choked down another drag. "I thought that was uh, was uh...transphobic term?"
"Oh to some, but I'm not picky. I'm secure with myself. Tranny, shemale, trans, whatever. She/her, by the way."
"He/him" Danny stated his pronouns, finishing his joint, and setting the roach in the ashtray. "Nice place. You were right, it's really dope" he leaned in at the platter of pot. "Can I uh?"
"Oh fuck yeah boy, go for it" Tanya urged him.
"Cool, thank you" Danny nodded before haplessly rolling himself a joint. Tanya stepped in and helped him before all the flower fell onto the floor. "Thanks" he lit up and took smaller puffs this time.
"So, what's your story, Danny? Tell Tanya all I need to know. Cause we about to get a whole lot more personal very soon."
"So I'm like, Danny, uh Lowry. I'm from Daly City, California in San Mateo County?"
"Fuck that shit, come on. Open up. What do you want to do with your life? What are your pleasures?" Tanya asked.
"Uh well, photography. I wanna be a?pro?fessional photographer. Maybe a graphic artist."
"Graphic art is so cool" Tanya agreed. "Lucrative, creative. Whole package."
"Wish my dad would think so. He's a tech guy. Wants me to do the same shit."
"Sounds like my pops. He's a tenured professor over at East Rancho Dominguez. Doctor of Civic Engineering" Tanya chuckled. "Damn, that's good shit."
"He a hard ass too?" Danny asked.
"Mmm-hmm. I went to school a while ago to try the same thing, but realized I wanted to do fashion with some photography on the side. Quit school, did some traveling?some soul searching, came back to LA and here we are."
"What do you do currently?" Danny asked.
"That's what makes this assignment so easy for me. I do nude photographs and I've been dabbling in camera work for porn to make ends meet."
"Oh, cool" Danny gulped, getting awkward again. "You from LA?"
"South LA, born and raised. Crenshaw High, class of 2004."
"Fuck, man. I was like...a year old when you fucking graduated" Danny chuckled, he then stopped himself after realizing he inadvertently called Tanya old, and quickly deflected. "Galileo Academy in San Fran, class of 2021" Danny explained. "Just graduated last spring."
"How bout the dating game?" Tanya asked.
Danny gulped again, figuring this was payback for the old comment. He took another sip of his now watered down tequila. "Uh, shitty."
"Aw come on, can't be that bad. You're young."
"Nah, I'm a virgin" he sighed, like a virgin.
"No pussy? Any booty?"
"Nope."
"First base, second base?"
"Nada."
"Now be real with me, you just jerk off?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, totally" Danny said taking another tok and a sip of his tequila.
"But you never tried anything your ass?"
"Nope."
"Not even a little butt plug?"
"I have not."
"Damn boy, nothing?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah. I'm kinda shy."
Tanya slapped his leg. "That shy shit wears off, I promise."