Funs, Buns, Guns

Funs, Buns, Guns
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

“I can see that you work out,” he said. “You have some serious upper arm development there.”

She looked him up and down, and made sure that he could see what she was doing. He was the same height as she was, even in her heels, although they were not overly high. He had less skin exposed than she did, in a strapless top that showed off the body that many like her would have been ashamed of, but she could see that he was all muscle underneath.

“Sure, I hit the gym daily, but a lot of it is genetics,” she said. It was her best voice, but it was not as girly as she would have liked. She could see him respond to it, but move to temper his response.

“I think that you have a great body, if a guy is still allowed to say that?”

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“I appreciate it,” she said “I have spent a lot of time and money building this body. It is nice to know at least one person thinks it is not wasted.”

He had a quick look at her clothes. The top looked ready for an evening at the club they were both standing in and so did the long flowing blond hair, but she was wearing a pink skirt and a matching jacket was slung over her shoulder. Was it a suit? Perhaps even a Chanel suit with a matching belt. That would be expensive. The long fingernails meant this was a person who might work more with her mind than her hands. There was a story here.

“So, you have had a little work done?” he asked, in what seemed like mock surprise. She could see that he was looking at her breasts.

“Not there. Those are mine,” she said with a smile. “But buy me a drink if you like and I will tell you the whole story.” It was as if she was reading his mind.

She asked for a cocktail, and not one he recognized. It looked short and strong, but she looked like somebody who might even have ordered something non-alcoholic, just to stay in control. He did not feel the same reserve. He ordered Scotch and paid with his card.

“I have always had a body built for strength,” she said, after the first sip. “Like I said – genetics. But I guess that drew me into athletics and sport. I did very well out of it. I am still involved in the same area, but in sports management. It is a tough business; I have had a hard day.

“So, the work that you mentioned was to repair old injuries?” he asked.

“An injury before birth,” she said with a wry smile. “I have had plastic surgery up here – the brow, scalp, nose, cheeks and lips – and down below.” She looked down at her lap as she sat on the barstool, and then she looked up at the ceiling and took another sip.

“Are you saying that you are … you were …?”

“Yes,” she said. “I think that you know I am a transwoman. You are probably thinking that it is a courtesy to pretend otherwise, and … I suppose it is.”

“I think so,” he said. “I didn’t want to assume anything. I have to say that I find you a fascinating person. I really do like the strength that you seem to exude. I find it very exciting. I mean, I am a straight male, and I love dainty women, but there is something about physical strength in a different kind of woman that I find very alluring.”

“There are some things that just seemed too hard to change,” she said. “I am what I am – a woman. I like to say with a pair of funs, buns and guns – a pair of natural breasts from all these years on hormones, a soft but shapely butt down to that and workouts, and a pair of guns that I think of as being … I think, womanly.”

“As far as I am concerned, womanly is what you are,” he said.

“You haven’t told me your name,” she said. “I make it a rule not to have sex with any guy unless I know his name.”

“It’s a very reasonable rule,” he said. “I see no reason to break it. So, why don’t we finish our drinks and go next door to my hotel and swap names.

She threw back her drink and so did he.

He let her walk first so that he could admire her walking in front of him – short skirt, well defined legs, tight round buttocks. He adjusted his own pants to walk more freely.

The End
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© Maryanne Peters 2025

I am getting not much feedback here lately, so I have not been posting vignettes like this, but I did get a good response on another site given the body shape of this lady, so here it is!



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