Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
A cold nights center of attention
For those unacquainted with the geography of Denmark, it is a very small country. In fact, were we to declare war upon New York in numbers of citizens alone, we would be outnumbered 3 to 1 (Making Wyoming a more obvious target for invasion). Anyways.. Close to the centre of Copenhagen is where you find all the sex clubs.. and of cause all the prostitutes. So in order to visit a sexclub, you walk the same streets the prostitutes do.
Walking to the club, 2 cars tried (in vain) to get my attention, honking their horn and pulling up to the side. I just smile and walk on, the smile is genuine, as I take it as an IMMENSE compliment, that the mere vision of me out the window of a passing car, obviously is found to be so attractive, people (Ok men) would pay money to exploit it further.
Leaving the club the same thing happened, 2 cars tried to pick my up before I even got to the central station. Here I paused and thought. Hey.. here is light enough for a picture ;o) Here it is :o)
If I had thought the experiences walking home had ended, I was to find them just starting.
3 minutes after this picture was taking, as I was crossing a small road, a car with 4 young tough guys, drove their car directly across the street in front of me, blocking my way across the road. I motioned with a offering gesture that the road was theirs ahead, but instead of driving on, they backed up smiling at me? I thought, am I now going to be run down, but I have good reflexes so I just passed in front. The car was following me a bit down the road and one of the guys asked out the back window, ”Hey.. can I ask you something?”. ”Sure!” I answered. ”What is your name?” he said smiling. I approached the car as the car stopped. I raised my glowed hand showing to fingers and said. ”I have 2 names. To day my name is Lisa, but usually and most, I am a guy and then my name is Anders.” I was prepared for ANYTHING but what happened. Only goes to show I might be wrong, perhaps there is hope.. somehow.
”You are beautifull” he said in a calm voice and then there where some other comments inside the car I could not hear, but they where not sounding as if mocking either him or me, but I didn´t really hear what they said.”Thanks..!” I said, or rather muttered, with such surprise it MUST have shown. The car drove on and I thought, that had to be the peak of the evenings social exitement, but I was wrong again.
The very center of Copenhagen is called ”Rådhuspladsen”. That in all simplicity means ”square of the council house.” I shall not elaborate the history of this square, who's every little brick is foundation in the heart of every living dane, as the very manifestation of ”the center of Denmark" beside the most public of places. - This square is from where most of the night busses depart, and after freezing my legs of in hold ups, I finally reach the square. Even from afar I could see a fairly large group of young ethnic rascals, standing and behaving very intimidating on the people waiting for the bus.
I would advice against ordinary tranny´s (unless very confident in them self, one way or the other) to not approach such rascals, especially not the way I step right in between them. I had to in order to check the bus schedule and (as is said in the fairytales) "strike to flies with one blow", physically displaying who in fact should be intimidated by who. - The youngest of the rascals stared at me in chock and said, ”WHAT... are you a guy?”. To which I answered, in a tone so certain and robbed even shade of doubtability, ”That, you can bet your life upon I am.” I said, facing him fully, eyeing him with a slight smile adorning my lips.
I shall try to make it short as possible, as I stood there waiting for 20 minutes. All this time I was talking to all of these guys. There where 3 groups of them (you could say) as their age span obviously was very different. The ”youngsters” who acted most wild (and asked the most ridiculous questions, which I answered though as I would have a child. Mind you I NEVER even for a SECOND speak to children as other than my equal, that is why children love me. But questions like - ”Hey tell us, have you been fucked in the ass.. come on..tell us?” - I answer. ”Yes, THAT I have and I LOVED it. But the details of it I choose to spare your youthful mind, as I am convinced you would not only find them repulsive, but they might even give you nightmares or even worse unwanted thoughts.” With a sincere heart warm smile of cause.) The older ones kept them ”under control” as they where pretty wild an intimidating other people standing around, but the oldest ”groups” of the 3 I mentioned, rebuked them if they got close to provocative towards me? This group was obviously the ”alfa” group, and again I was shaken in my foundation, finding my self asked questions like. ”But.. do you consider yourself most male or female?” and ”But.. you say you are into men as a ”girl” and into women as a ”man”. But if you choose to have a steady relationship, who and what would you choose?” to which I answer truthfully ”I cannot imagine myself having a ”boyfriend”, as I am mostly male and as such are not even attracted to men. How would that work in the ”daily life”, the morning after and so fort. No that wouldn´t work, but a male LOVER, now there is a different view. But WOMEN (I sighed) now THERE is a creature so divine, as to wake up and look upon every sunday morning for the rest of your life. No, as to real relationships I can only imagine a woman, but then again, what woman would want a part time tranny as her ”man”. It is VERY complicated I am afraid.” to which he answered in the sweetest and most compassionate way. ”.. I imagine it must be, I think I understand.”. The youngsters filmed me on their I-phone laughing, saying ”Are you a girl?” - I Laughed heartly (as I have a spontaneous habit of doing) saying ”LOL, you KNOW I am not a girl, that is why you are filming me :o) I am a TRANNY!! What else did you imagine?” and smiled for the camera ;o)
The group split up, leaving the bus at different stops. The 2 (alfa guys) who had asked me the most questions got of at the same stop as I. They where very polite and even galant, asking me if I would allow for them to walk along with me part way, which I of cause allowed :o) They kept asking intelligent questions and as they turned a corner, they wished me a good night and safe journey home.
The world is a wondrous place, sometimes what seems to be a walk in the park, really is going through hell on earth. At other times, what seem to be walking straight into a battlezone, turns out to be, like a stroll through the garden of eden.
Transvestit København Danmark
A cold nights center of attention
For those unacquainted with the geography of Denmark, it is a very small country. In fact, were we to declare war upon New York in numbers of citizens alone, we would be outnumbered 3 to 1 (Making Wyoming a more obvious target for invasion). Anyways.. Close to the centre of Copenhagen is where you find all the sex clubs.. and of cause all the prostitutes. So in order to visit a sexclub, you walk the same streets the prostitutes do.
Walking to the club, 2 cars tried (in vain) to get my attention, honking their horn and pulling up to the side. I just smile and walk on, the smile is genuine, as I take it as an IMMENSE compliment, that the mere vision of me out the window of a passing car, obviously is found to be so attractive, people (Ok men) would pay money to exploit it further.
Leaving the club the same thing happened, 2 cars tried to pick my up before I even got to the central station. Here I paused and thought. Hey.. here is light enough for a picture ;o) Here it is :o)
If I had thought the experiences walking home had ended, I was to find them just starting.
3 minutes after this picture was taking, as I was crossing a small road, a car with 4 young tough guys, drove their car directly across the street in front of me, blocking my way across the road. I motioned with a offering gesture that the road was theirs ahead, but instead of driving on, they backed up smiling at me? I thought, am I now going to be run down, but I have good reflexes so I just passed in front. The car was following me a bit down the road and one of the guys asked out the back window, ”Hey.. can I ask you something?”. ”Sure!” I answered. ”What is your name?” he said smiling. I approached the car as the car stopped. I raised my glowed hand showing to fingers and said. ”I have 2 names. To day my name is Lisa, but usually and most, I am a guy and then my name is Anders.” I was prepared for ANYTHING but what happened. Only goes to show I might be wrong, perhaps there is hope.. somehow.
”You are beautifull” he said in a calm voice and then there where some other comments inside the car I could not hear, but they where not sounding as if mocking either him or me, but I didn´t really hear what they said.”Thanks..!” I said, or rather muttered, with such surprise it MUST have shown. The car drove on and I thought, that had to be the peak of the evenings social exitement, but I was wrong again.
The very center of Copenhagen is called ”Rådhuspladsen”. That in all simplicity means ”square of the council house.” I shall not elaborate the history of this square, who's every little brick is foundation in the heart of every living dane, as the very manifestation of ”the center of Denmark" beside the most public of places. - This square is from where most of the night busses depart, and after freezing my legs of in hold ups, I finally reach the square. Even from afar I could see a fairly large group of young ethnic rascals, standing and behaving very intimidating on the people waiting for the bus.
I would advice against ordinary tranny´s (unless very confident in them self, one way or the other) to not approach such rascals, especially not the way I step right in between them. I had to in order to check the bus schedule and (as is said in the fairytales) "strike to flies with one blow", physically displaying who in fact should be intimidated by who. - The youngest of the rascals stared at me in chock and said, ”WHAT... are you a guy?”. To which I answered, in a tone so certain and robbed even shade of doubtability, ”That, you can bet your life upon I am.” I said, facing him fully, eyeing him with a slight smile adorning my lips.
I shall try to make it short as possible, as I stood there waiting for 20 minutes. All this time I was talking to all of these guys. There where 3 groups of them (you could say) as their age span obviously was very different. The ”youngsters” who acted most wild (and asked the most ridiculous questions, which I answered though as I would have a child. Mind you I NEVER even for a SECOND speak to children as other than my equal, that is why children love me. But questions like - ”Hey tell us, have you been fucked in the ass.. come on..tell us?” - I answer. ”Yes, THAT I have and I LOVED it. But the details of it I choose to spare your youthful mind, as I am convinced you would not only find them repulsive, but they might even give you nightmares or even worse unwanted thoughts.” With a sincere heart warm smile of cause.) The older ones kept them ”under control” as they where pretty wild an intimidating other people standing around, but the oldest ”groups” of the 3 I mentioned, rebuked them if they got close to provocative towards me? This group was obviously the ”alfa” group, and again I was shaken in my foundation, finding my self asked questions like. ”But.. do you consider yourself most male or female?” and ”But.. you say you are into men as a ”girl” and into women as a ”man”. But if you choose to have a steady relationship, who and what would you choose?” to which I answer truthfully ”I cannot imagine myself having a ”boyfriend”, as I am mostly male and as such are not even attracted to men. How would that work in the ”daily life”, the morning after and so fort. No that wouldn´t work, but a male LOVER, now there is a different view. But WOMEN (I sighed) now THERE is a creature so divine, as to wake up and look upon every sunday morning for the rest of your life. No, as to real relationships I can only imagine a woman, but then again, what woman would want a part time tranny as her ”man”. It is VERY complicated I am afraid.” to which he answered in the sweetest and most compassionate way. ”.. I imagine it must be, I think I understand.”. The youngsters filmed me on their I-phone laughing, saying ”Are you a girl?” - I Laughed heartly (as I have a spontaneous habit of doing) saying ”LOL, you KNOW I am not a girl, that is why you are filming me :o) I am a TRANNY!! What else did you imagine?” and smiled for the camera ;o)
The group split up, leaving the bus at different stops. The 2 (alfa guys) who had asked me the most questions got of at the same stop as I. They where very polite and even galant, asking me if I would allow for them to walk along with me part way, which I of cause allowed :o) They kept asking intelligent questions and as they turned a corner, they wished me a good night and safe journey home.
The world is a wondrous place, sometimes what seems to be a walk in the park, really is going through hell on earth. At other times, what seem to be walking straight into a battlezone, turns out to be, like a stroll through the garden of eden.
Transvestit København Danmark