Looking for Male Characters for my TG

[dubaiqueen]

Lately I have been craving playing a Shemale/Transgender/Sissy/Femboy/Trap/Dickgirl/Futa opposite a male character, or someone that would GM.

It could start with my character having just recovered from surgery and getting on with her life, probably setting up an online dating account or some form of social media account.

She could be from a very well off and supporting family, or someone who needs to figure out how to pay for this $200,000 surgery.

I know it's not much, and may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's something I have been craving for a few days now.

[dubaiqueen]

I did the first post for a story with someone and unfortunately they had to drop it before we even started, so I'm looking for someone to play the world around my character or GM for me. My character would be into guys, and this will be about how my character adapts to his/her new life.

It is basically about a guy who willingly becomes a girl when he moves from Arabia to the US.

Escape to America (TG)

Omar Al-Sahrani graduated from high school in the Saudi City of Qaseem with a 99.4% average, the highest not only in his school, or city but the whole district. The all boys school, since genders did not mix in Saudi Arabia, had not seen someone score as high as Omar had in a long time, and with a few phone calls the school principal had managed to get Omar a scholarship to any university of his choice in the United States of America.


The hard part was convincing his very strict parents, even though he had 3 brothers and 6 sisters, they did not want him moving away from home, not at his young age of 18, especially not to the US, a country that they deemed as the root of all evil.


To his parents the US was a country of people who had a war against everything pure, they promoted sex, drugs and drinking, all things deemed unacceptable in Saudi culture. How would they allow their son to live among such a culture, a culture where genders were not separated, where sex was considered so casual, where gays had rights!


They were hypocrites, in Omar’s view, his parents talked about morality and promoted it, when in fact he knew his father was literally stealing from the government, and his mother’s favorite pastime was talking behind people’s backs, and more often than not spreading lies.


Oh and his siblings, they were such angels, his sisters would sneak off with guys, and had anal sex to stay virgins, and when they were not making out with boys, they were making out with girls. His brothers, they shoved their cocks into whatever they could get their hands on, boys or girls, and they didn’t consider it being gay because they didn’t take it up the ass, in their culture that’s what being gay meant.


Omar was the youngest of them, and could see past their facades. 


The problem was Omar had a secret, he didn’t believe he was good enough as a male, he was short, weak and slightly feminine, he believed being a female would have suited him better, but he dared not tell anyone that, because being labeled gay in such a community could end up with him being dead, honor killing.


Well Omar was gay, well not openly, he hid the fact well, and it’s not because he found guys sexually appealing, no he thought they were disgusting, well the ones he knew, they barely took care of their looks in terms of athleticism, and they were very hairy, their culture associated shaving body hair or facial hair as something feminine.


He was gay in the sense that he preferred the way his sisters could easily play with guys, as opposed to how hard his brothers had to work to convince a girl to go out with them. He also liked how his eldest sister made her husband totally submit to her, and how his sister in law made his brother submit to her as well, females had power, and he liked that.


Even in school, he saw how all guys were desperate, spending their entire allowances on girls who were obviously just using them as an ATM.


In school Omar was on the gay list, this was a list created by the bulliest of guys that the bullies did not recognize as men for whatever reason, they would be subjected to insults and sexual harassment. Every time one of the bullies got the opportunity, they groped Omar’s ass or bushed their boners into him, or force him to sit on their laps. It didn’t stop there, the practical jokes with cum were also another thing he had to deal with, sometimes they’d cum in his drink, other times on his belongings.


The bullies were one thing, but his friends another, when they watched porn together, which wasn’t the easiest thing to do since the Internet Service Provider blocked all porn sites, they had to rely on buying CDs from people who managed to get their hands on porn, they forced him to give them a handjob.


He pleaded with his parents to allow him to go to the US, he applied to different universities in secret, and managed to get an acceptance from all universities he applied to, but still his parents were against the idea, and he needed his dad’s approval so that he can continue with the paperwork.


He pleaded with his uncles and his aunts, his teachers and his school principal, even a few government officials from the Ministry of Higher Education to talk to his father, and finally his father half-heartedly agreed, though he warned his son about the evils of a liberal society such as the American one.


He chose the university based on the most attractive city, and nowhere was as attractive as Los Angeles, the city where movies are made, the movies he so loved watching.


He flew to LA with his parents, who helped him settle in and get an apartment, they even stayed with him until he was two weeks into the semester. 


Omar made sure that he avoided the other Arabs at university and in the city, he just didn’t like how they treated a person like him, not that he made friends with anyone that easily.


Once his parents left back home he could be his true self, not hiding from anything or anyone. He kept mostly to himself, spending his time between university and his small studio apartment. He learned to cook, and got addicted to porn, but for some reason he didn’t like lesbian sex nor male on male sex. The porn world too, glorified women, they were the stars, no one cared about the males, it was playing with his mind well that women were superior.


He learned a lot on the internet, knowing about transexuals, femboys, traps, crossdressers and full on sex changes.


A year after he started university he decided that he wanted to become a girl, and Los Angeles was the perfect place for that.


He had saved up most of the money that his parents sent him and the government gave him because he mostly kept to his studies and didn’t have any friends, he even sold the tiny car that he had and started relying on public transportation.


He went to see a therapist for a year, during which he had started growing out his hair, and taking more care of his diet and exercise. Once he got the approval he started taking the hormones.


That’s when he stopped going to school, instead collecting the cheques from the government and saving the money for his transformation.


The last thing he did was go under the knife though he would keep his cock as a safety net in case he needed to go back home for whatever reason, though he wasn’t planning on it. He did a facial feminization surgery, breast implants, voice feminization surgery, and a tracheal shave.


The total bill was astronomus for Omar, but he managed to pay up the $150,000, convincing his parents to send him the remaining $30,000 because he had gotten himself in trouble, which was a lie, and probably his last contact with them.


After he recovered from his surgeries, he went to the doctor that had helped him through all this for his first checkup as a her. He had already chosen a name Haifa.


It was her first time going out as a normal woman, no baggy hoodies and clothes that would hide her form, no large unisex sunglasses that would hide her now pretty face, no more hiding.





She wore a white jacket with blue stripes, a very revealing sleeveless pink top underneath, the combination showed an awful lot of cleavage, but if Haifa was going to do this she was going to do this right. She had matched it with pink and yellow earrings, pink lip-gloss and natural looking makeup. Her hair was done in a bun, and she wore blue pants and heels, opting for a semi-professional look.


She took her first selfie and posted it on her new instagram account “@haifaTS” with only “#selfe” as a caption. Her bio on her instagram account also stated that she was a transgender, because she had read that it was important to put that information out there so that she doesn’t get into any sticky situations.



Everytime she passed a mirror she couldn’t help but check herself out.


Her heels clicked against the marble at the doctor’s office as she approached the nurse on the reception desk “Haifa Sauod” she said using her new name, which she had already told the doctor’s office, and recently got her new IDs with her new name as well.