Jon Story

When I learned we would be in Rio for a few days, I was overjoyed. Rio de
Janeiro would have just what I was looking for. While on leave in
Australia, I had developed a yearning for special girls, and through careful
research, Rio seemed to be someplace very special indeed.

It first started as I was flipping through one of those dirty letter-type
magazines; the kind where "ordinary guys" write in about their sexual
conquests and adventures. One chapter really fired me up. It was called
"Man, I feel like a woman," and had 3 stories about guys who met women who
were really men. I don't know why I got so turned on, because the idea of
having sex with another man just didn't do anything for me. Yeah, I had
been approached, but always turned it down. Hell, I even walked in on it
once. But, don't ask, don't tell, and see no evil. Guys were gross.
They're hairy, smelly and just not what I was looking for.

But these stories, they really got me going. I don't know why, but I do
know that I read, and reread the letters until the cheap magazine fell
apart. There was just something sexy about the whole idea of dating a chick
with a dick.
Naturally, my next step was to find more stories. To find out where I
could find some of these mysterious creatures. And maybe to find out why I
liked them so. I had to wait 3 weeks before our next port of call to start
my search. 8 hours in an Internet cafe and $300 in charges later, I was in
hog heaven. I found websites, pornsites, photos, stories, chatrooms, and
everything I could ever dream of wanting.

When we arrived in Rio, I got my 3-day pass and disappeared. I found a
high rise hotel not far from the beach, but not too close to the city's
seedier neighborhoods. After dumping my gear, I headed back to the street.
Anyone watching me would have guessed I was up to no good. I was wearing
dark sunglasses, and looking around to make sure no one I knew was around.
I jumped in the first cab parked out front, too much of a hurry to notice
that he was still helping the old couple he was dropping off. I sat low in
the back seat, nervous as hell.