Way, way back....to those heady early pre-transition days in London...
There were one or two clubs I ventured in to Café de Paris types, where it was 'safe' to arrive dressed and explore ones new-found femininity... These naturally as a consequence attracted 'chaps' present whom I guess you'd term '->-bleeped-<-s'...
(New meat would obvioulsy get the ole hands in a lather)
As always they're looking for the perfect outta girlie, uber pretty, sexy barbie-doll shell.... with that something extra....ideally 6" rock hard and fully working...
But god, no, whatever are you suggesting?? - THEY ARE NOT GAY!!!
Twas why I didn't go back more than once or twice....the 'fetish' anything scene just isn't really my thang...
And it was what drove me to transform as convincingly as absolute possible, so that I could venture out and play in the real world as opposed to being 'objectified' in a fantasy one...
Yep fat women, hairy women, anorexic women, red haired women, blondes, brunettes, latex wearing women, boot-clad dominatrix type women, nappy wearing, high-heeled stiletto women, pi##ing women.... nylon/silk/satin clad women... you name it, and yep ladyboyz, chix-wid-dicks etc, etc...included.
Whatever the weirdness of the fetish - they'll be blokes out there that have a quirky hard-on and bent for it....