Ty decided it might be fun to try going to a lesbian bar. As the person he'd been born as, he'd never get in one, but like this she'd be totally welcome. She decided she'd like to try a bit more of a goth-y look this time, she had always thought it looked cool. Soon she decked herself out in pale makeup on her face, black eyeliner and lipstick, a black strappy dress with a chequered pattern around the bottom just above her knees, a pair of black tights and neat black shoes. Any girl (or boy for that matter) would find her super attractive.
She slipped out of the house and looked up nearby lesbian bars. The closest one to her was called the Girl's Nightclub- unsubtle name, but it was about a 5 minute walk and had 4 and a half stars, so she figured it must be nice. When she got there, she saw all kinds of women who were spellbindingly beautiful- short-haired butches in cool jackets, femmes who had dressed up even more extravagantly than her, plaid-wearing girls with dyed hair who even as a girl who loved girls she felt were way too cool for her. She managed to pluck up the courage to dance with a few who were chilling out on the dance floor, and even got to kiss a few of them, modestly assuming they were just drunk enough to find her attractive.
Eventually, she spotted a girl sat in the corner shyly. She was cute, with pink-dyed hair and a fairly conservative dress sense, just a T-shirt and skirt. Ty came up to her and softly said, "hey!"
"Hi," the girl mumbled. Ty couldn't quite place why, but she sounded kinda different.
"Nice to meet you," Ty followed up. "I'm Ty. What's your name?"
"Jessie," the girl replied.
"You're really pretty, Jessie," Ty smiled, putting out her hand. "Do you wanna dance?"
Jessie blushed, but then took Ty's hand and followed her out onto the dance floor. They danced for what felt like hours, Jessie giggling cutely (and her voice seeming to crack here and there, Ty noticed), kissed a few times, and it felt like everyone was watching them, engrossed.
Ty knew basically from as soon as they'd started dancing, she wanted to fuck this girl so bad. At last, as it got late Ty asked Jessie, "Hey Jessie, can I come back to yours?"
Jessie blushed and looked like she'd just seen a ghost. "No, sorry," she replied. "I'm sorry..." It sounded like in one sentence Ty had just crushed her.
Crestfallen, Ty asked, "What's wrong? I'm sorry, Jessie!"
"It's OK," Jessie said, her tone letting on that it absolutely was not. She took Ty's hand and said, "Come to the bathroom, I'll explain."
Once they were safely in a stall, Jessie took a deep breath and then explained. "Ty, you're really beautiful and cute too, but I... um..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down, a bulge rising in her panties and her hands rushing to cover it, her face even more embarrassed. Ty felt herself moisten a little at the sight of it.
"You're trans?" Ty whispered, and Jessie nodded, looking ashamed of herself. Ty reached to hold her hands and said, "Jessie, it's OK. I still think you're one of the cutest women I've ever known. Really."
Jessie blushed, and clearly looked relieved. Ty kissed her and could tell she had instantly turned from terrified to incredibly excited, and she felt pretty eager to do stuff with Jessie too.
"So, what do you want to do while we're here?" Ty asked teasingly.