
She-males: We never fake it: (click on the thumbnail above for full size poster NSFW):

When I was a child in school, everyone was so fascinated at the one and only Indian classmate the day he arrived. Twenty years later, our entire town has been overtaken by the Indian community. At best, residents who have been here for generations tolerate the massive changes that have taken place. I have great interest in diverse ethnic groups, but I’ll even admit a 95% homogeneous pie makes me slightly wary. It’s no different than going to Kennebunkport and being surrounded by a wall of white.
I asked my friend Thomas why we think one or two ladybugs in the garden is charming, and a thousand of them means it’s time to call the exterminator. He said the human instinct has a natural fear of swarms.
Putting that together, I think there’s a present “optimal” amount of trannies that can be seen at one public place at one time. One lone tranny is suspect. Two trannies is a safe number, just two girlfriends getting together. Not too much, but not lonely enough to be a serial killer. After all, the public judges us using Silence of the Lambs (1991), Dressed to Kill (1980), Homicidal (1961), Psycho (1960), among others. Three is definitely the ceiling, pushing the envelope. It’s tranny “girls night out” or the working phrase “out and about.”
What exactly is “pushing the envelope?” For me, that means legal issues, lawsuits, getting the GLBT involved in bathroom disputes. That sort of stuff. Four trannies is definite trouble, bordering on heterosexual panic on the public’s part. People get rejected from bars and restaurants, owners get support from the general public, while the persecuted tranny gets her 15 minutes in the limelight and overdramatizes ad nauseum.
So if you want my advice, two is the magic number. Three is really the optimal for biological women. The stature of the average tranny being greater than that of an average girl, two trannies take up the “safe space” of three smaller genetic girls.

There’s not much I can say about illustrator Prissy and her sissies. Much beloved by crossdressers and men of the cloth (the second kind) all around, Prissy’s oeuvre of FABU petticoats, ribbons, bows, and rock-hard erections has turned into a self-contained genre all on it’s own. Like amateur snapshots, I find the things that go on around Prissy’s marionettes are often more interesting than the main subject. The prim-and-proper ladies definitely appeal to my fashion sensibilities. But I can’t complain about the leggy, pretty boys in pink either. Here are some of my favorites.

Prissy’s art work can be admired at her website Prissy’s Sissies
Sex the way I love it: with pretty ribbons and bow in hair. (click on the thumbnail for full pic (NSFW)
I have always been miffed at people who freely displayed other people’s artwork on FLICKR without mentioning (or taking the trouble to find out who it was if they didn’t know) the illustrator. The above is one drawing from an artist known as The Fabulous Tasha. You can click here to go to her webpage for more.
Here is a great position I bet the Kama Sutra doesn’t have.
I filed it as position number 1801 (or The Prostrate Submission Doggy Spitroast…yes, envy my encyclopedic sack prowess), for mnemonic ideogram on how the participants should place themselves in the act.
You need a girl, 2 guys and 1 loveseat.
The shot is from Transsexual Prostitutes 13.
(click on the picture above OR the “more” link below to see the entire piece: Warning: NSFW)
(click on the picture above OR the “more” link below to see the entire piece: Warning: NSFW)

There are a handful of illustrators of the Futanari genre (sissy art, shemale drawings, trans* art) that I greatly admire. Some have websites, others had webpages which they have since abandoned, while another group exists in hidden nooks of Flickr. I will try to feature some of my favorites here.
A illustrator by the mere name of “April” or “Aprilz(?)” has a half dozen drawings online labeledn as “Aprilz Art.” I have shared some of my favorite Futanari drawings and images here in the past. My criteria is quite minimal. Plenty of bows and ribbons, NO satellite-dish blue eyes (they’re ridiculous), and a certain cute charm. Works by Aprilz Art, though perhaps not Japanese, do fit my terms nicely.
I love the image on top, because it also features my favorite position in bed: Stomach flat on the bed with some beastly man doing push-ups on top of you.
(NOTE: If you are the April or the artist responsible for this image, please contact me. There are many people I know – myself included – who would be interested in more of your work. Please write!)