Caught My Best Friend (part 8)
What do you do when your best friend since high school turns out to be a cross-dresser? Is your friendship strong enough to survive this? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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The next morning I awoke and found Ginnie still beside me. I still had my arm around her and her soft round buns against me. It didn't take long before I was fully aroused, and reaching for Ginnie's lovely little clitty. I played with her and her arousal grew as she awoke.
"That's a much nicer way to wake up than an alarm clock!" she said, rolling over and kissing me. She reached for me and continued, "I see that you are still ready for me."
"You are the kind of girl a man can always be ready for," I said with a smile.
Ginnie changed position and took me into her mouth. She lay beside me, inverted in the bed and with her clitty close to me face. I pulled her toward me and we 69'd on our side for a bit. Then I put my arms around her, rolled and pulled her on top of me. Her legs were now on either side of me, and I had a wonderful view of her pretty ass. Her balls rested on my nose as I sucked her – that gave me an idea I would have to talk with her about later, but for now my attention was divided between her aroused clitty and her gorgeous ass.
As I sucked, I spread her cheeks and looked at her tender pucker. I let her clitty slip from my mouth and pulled her ass closer to me, getting Ginnie onto her knees. She was confused about my intentions, but as soon as my lips touched her pucker she let out a moan, "Oh God!!!"
Encouraged, I told her to sit up, which she did, kneeling over my face while I extended my tongue into her. She made barely audible sounds of pleasure as she wiggled above me and I rimmed her. Suddenly she pulled off me and put her clitty in my mouth as she climaxed. She lay back down on me and took me into her mouth as her spent clitty remained in my mouth, along with her girl juice.
We lay like that for a few minutes while Ginnie recovered and soon she was sucking me eagerly. It didn't take long before she brought me to climax, and she resumed her place next to me, snuggling closely.
"Whatever possessed you to do that?" she asked.
"I know that girls like you are generally very anal erotic," I said, "and most other girls I've been with have loved it."
"You mean you've kissed the ass of every girl you've dated?" demanded Ginnie.
"Not all of them, but many of them," I replied defensively.
"I knew you have been with others," Ginnie said, "but how many?"
"I haven't kept track, but quite a few," I admitted, "perhaps a few dozen."
I had to explain to her that I wasn't womanizer with a wandering eye, but I guy whose relationships simply ended because of my travel or other circumstances. "I've always wanted one girl for a lasting relationship, and I hope I have that now," I explained.
"But it is such a dirty thing to do," Ginnie protested.
"Not if you are clean," I replied.
"How did you know I was clean?" she asked.
"I was just hoping for the best," I explained, "but if you weren't, you are now!"
"Oh Yuk!!!" Ginnie shot back.
"Ok, I'll go brush my teeth before I kiss you," I said.
"No you won't!" she said, kissing me intently, "that was wonderful!"
"Bill dear," Ginnie said, "it felt wonderful, but it still seems kind of gross to me."
"Don't spend much time thinking about it, dear," I said, "just enjoy it when it happens."
"Ok Bill," Ginnie agreed, "and I will do my best to always be clean for you, but if I don't think I am, I'll tell you I need to freshen up – I don't want you to be cleaning me up!"
"Ok," I said, "its a deal."
"Ah, Bill?" Ginnie said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I really liked that a lot," she said, "but I don't think I can bring myself to ask you to do it again."
"You won't have to," I replied, "but you should know that anytime I see your pretty buns I might be thinking about it."
"Ok, then you do it when you decide to," she said, "but I'm not sure I can bring myself to return the favor."
"You don't have to and I don't want you to!" I said emphatically, "There are things a man does for a woman, so let's just leave it at that, okay?"
Ginnie nodded with agreement and we showered together.
Getting dressed, we made breakfast together and sat down to eat. I began, "I know you want to keep your clitty, and I want that too, but what about your balls?"
"You want me to get my balls cut off?" Ginnie asked.
"I'm not suggesting that – only that it is a possibility," I explained, "it makes me cringe to think about it, but it is something girls like you sometimes do."
"Why?" asked Ginnie.
"Two reasons," I replied, "first to remove testosterone from your system, it won't continue to promote beard growth and require you to take a daily testosterone blocker, such as Spironolactone, and second as to support a legal gender change."
"I may have low T, since my beard is not heavy," she said, "I often can get by shaving every other day as Jim, though I need to daily as Ginnie – but shaving is something I would gladly give up. But what's this about legal gender change?"
"Your birth certificate, driver's license and other government documents show you as a male. In order to change that to female, the courts typically require that you have had 'irreversible medical treatment' that would preclude your resuming your old gender."
"Losing my balls is certainly irreversible!" declared Ginnie.
"And much, much less extreme than GRS!" I agreed, "it is called an orchidectomy, and can be done with a local anesthetic as an outpatient procedure."
"Why even bother with a legal gender change, anyway?" asked Ginnie.
"Do you remember having to register with the Selective Service when you were eighteen, so you could be drafted into military service?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but we haven't had a military draft for decades."
"Maybe not," I replied, "but our government always seems to be picking a fight with someone, and might just run out of volunteers one day. If you were called to report to the draft board it could be very awkward."
"Besides that," I continued, "if we left the country for a vacation, you could be hassled by Homeland Security if the gender on your passport was different than you appeared to be – how would you like a strip seach at the border?"
"It would be nice to travel together oversees," acknowledged Ginnie, "but I'll the only strip search I want is from you!"
"One other thing," I said, "if you get pulled over for a burned out tail lamp, the police could hassle you if you don't look like the gender on your driver's license."
"Why would they do that?" she asked.
"Two reasons," I said, "the legitimate reason is that criminals often disguise themselves, so police are looking for that – the other reason is that some of them are just jerks who like to hassle people."
"Oh my gosh!" said Ginnie, "I hadn't thought about getting pulled over by the police – I would be so embarrassed!"
"Or worse," I said, "if they took you into custody."
"I'm not suggesting that you lose your balls," I said, "it's just an option I wanted you to know about – frankly, the very idea of it makes me cringe!"
"Well, I'm not as fond of my balls as you may be of yours," said Ginnie, "but I'm not so comfortable about losing them – I'll have to think about it."
"Whatever you decide dear, I'm with you on it," I replied.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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