I met her while going out for the first time in women's clothes. They'd always felt so freeing in my home that I wao see how they'd feel in public. I chose a lesbian bar, hoping to not be made fun of while out. And that's how she found me.

  "Mmm, don't you look delectable," she purred in my ear. "Why don't you tell me about yourself, beautiful? What drove you here to this bar tonight?"

  I spun around to talk to her and my jaw dropped. Standing in front of me was the most handsome butch I'd ever seen. Her short hair was slicked back, her three piece suit was immacute, and her eyes just... drew me in. It took a good two minutes before my brain caught up to remihat I'd been asked a question.

  "Uhh," I whispered, not wanting to give everything away from my voice. "I guess I was just out here to see what the se was like. What about you?"

  She sat dowo me. "Get her another, on me," she said to the bartender before turning to me. "Well, this is a lesbian bar, and there happen to be two single women sittio each other. So I think I'm here to shoot my shot. My name's Linda, what's yours?"

  Holyshitholyshitholyshit. I'm actually being flirted with?!? This 't be right, I'm ft as a board in a lesbian bar! Despite the ear decration from Linda, my mind was having trouble processily what happened. Wait, shit. Did I think of a name? And as I was once again staring at Linda, a memory ed in a haze came to me. I couldn't make it all out, but a word and a feeling of warmth came to me. "Jacky," I said out of nowhere. Somehow, it just felt right.

  She smiled. "Well, Jacky. While you're finishing your drinks, why don't you tell me more? What do you do for fun? Personally, I like to find someone who enjoys being putty in my hands. Perhaps even literally. Nothing quite as intoxig as a partner who is ready to let me py with her as I want," she demanded nontly.

  The whole time I was just obeying her, staring into her eyes. They looked like someoook hazel eyes and dashed then with crimson instead of green, and they had me utterly entranced. I downed my current drink without taking my eyes off of hers.

  "Well, I'm still figuring out some things, but I've really been enjoying the work I put into maintaining my software on github. It's not much, just something to help run some basic server funs, but it's something I'm proud of," I spoke fidently. I hadn't even realized my voice had raised. Had I been able to think in Linda's presence, I probably would've thought about how I'd certainly be clocked for that.

  But to my surprise, she just smiled genuinely. "Oh? I must be quite lucky tonight to find such a cutie who is also really good at g." I was so lost in her eyes that I didn't see the fsh of fangs in her smile. Not that it would've stopped me at this point, but at least I would've thought about it. "Tell me more about your project. What nguage is it in and what does it do?"

  She kept my focus on her eyes and my work and I was utterly entranced. "Well, it's a service to tell server time and do math in a lightweight and fast time. I wrote it in Python to be as system agnostic as possible. It's not the current most popur service, but it's being picked up, particurly for newer projects since I keep a tree maintained of a few different nguages."

  As I went on, she only seemed more and more ied for some reason, and by the end, she was leaning forwards aing into my personal space. "You have no idea how hot that is. Want to head bay pce?" she asked. I couldn't refuse.

  "Great!" she excimed as she grabbed my hand. "Let's go!" She then raised her voice, "Put her tab on me for the night!" before leadi the door. She dragged me to the subway station, but I certainly wasn't unwilling. I just was getting swept up in... her.

  As we waited for the train, she turo me and leaned in, agonizingly slowly. I was transfixed, uo move as time crawled to a halt. Here I was, finally going out for the first time, and this amazing, handsome woman immediately found me and easily dragged me along to her home? I was in trouble. I didn't think I could deny her if I tried.

  Finally, the painful wait was over as her lips forced their way onto mi almost felt like they were melting into each other. As the first kiss ended, Linda started speeding up, kissih more fortil her mouth and hands were the only thing my brain could process. Her tongue was nearly stantly in my mouth and once or twice I could swear that my own tongue's filing hit something sharper than a tooth, but that must've been my imagination.

  Linda arently more aware of our surroundings than I was as she led me onto the train I didn't even notice arrived. Not once did we stop making out. We must not have chosen to sit for the ride as my back ushed into the wall of the train, I remember that much.

  Getting to her apartment, she finally broke our kissing to open the door. "Okay, so something I o tell you. No judgemeher way. I just want you to know what you'd be getting into if you e inside."

  She made sure I aowledged what she said before tinuing. "If you e inside, I'll ravage you. Perhaps slowly for now, but I'm certain you want this and just don't realize it yet. We'll have a safe word: pineapple. Repeat the safe word for me?"

  "Pineapple," I repeated. Holy shit, this is happening! How did I get this lucky?

  "Good," she smiled. I never want to stop seeing that smile. "Now, if you don't want this, I'll pay for your fare home, however you want. Or," she dragged her words out suggestively, "you e inside, and we have sex. Your choice." She took a step bad waited by her open door.

  This is it. I thought to myself. This is everything I ever wanted. But its all happening so fast. I... no, I don't just want this. I *his. Especially if I'm going to explore who I am. And that's what tonight is all about anyways. With that thought, I took a few calming breaths and stepped through the door.

  "That's a good kitten," she purred into my ear immediately after I crossed the threshold. "Let get you ready to py, hmm?"

  "Wait, there's something I nee-"

  "Yoing to tell me you're trans? Honey, even if I didn't have eyes, you are the most stereotypical trans girl I've ever seen. Did you seriously think a the bar who looked at you missed your socks?" She'd raised one eyebrow while talking and that's when I remembered my outfit for the night.

  My "Ask me about my Python" crop top with the text in vim's font and color. A frilly, bck mini-skirt. My trans pride thigh highs and bck leather boots. Okay, maybe it was a bit obvious.

  As I look thhly chastised, Linda came up to me and pulled me in close. "Have some more fiden yourself. You didn't have to work to get me ied at the bar. That should t for something. Now e o's get you ready to py."

  And she took my hand and led me into her py room.