I was in college. I was decent looking and young. Honestly, I didn't think I would be attracted a trans woman. And, for me, she was more of the CD type. We met at a job, where she wasn't dolled up. She invited me to hang out. I said sure.
I showed up to hang out, and holly shit she was drop dead gorgeous. We're talking model type. And by model type, I'm talking she actually did modeling for print ads, including Clinque. Needless to say, I had trouble not staring at her. And, that's exactly what she wanted.
After a night out at a club, she took me back to her place. She put on some seduction music. She sat on my lap and went in for a kiss. I enjoyed every minute of that night. We dated for awhile. And, she would hide her junk and always keep some of her clothes on. And, I felt like I was with a woman, and made it okay for that reason.
It wasn't until years later, after we broke up, and I mostly dated and slept with cis women, that I realized I missed being with a CD/trans woman. And, it wasn't until sometime later that I really started appreciating and showing interest in their shecocks.