In Love With a Tgirl (part 4)
I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman. This fictional account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it earlier. I hope you enjoy this fantasy.
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The next morning I went to class, looking forward to seeing Melinda again. After replaying our last intimacy I decided that I was ready to suck Melinda to completion. I had been stuck on the idea that I was giving a blowjob, but now I realized that going down on Melinda might have some structural similarity, but I was going down on my lady, and that was completely different.
Sitting through another thermodynamics class my mind kept drifting. I texted Melinda and we agreed to meet for lunch. While discussing what we might do that evening, Melinda mentioned that there was a performance tonight by the school theater group. We both liked the idea and decided to go after dinner.
We decided on jambalaya for dinner. After class were over for the day we shopped for groceries, and I picked out a nice bottle of Gewürztraminer. Melinda saw the strange German name and struggled to pronounce it. "It's pronounced like 'girls are meaner'," I explained.
We laughed, kissed and continued shopping, finding some Cajun sausage to complete our list.
We went home and put the groceries away and put the wine in the refrigerator. We sat on the couch for a time, kissing. I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched between her legs, feeling her soft clitty. I gently rubbed her and felt it stiffen.
"Melinda dear," I asked, "Do you plan on having Gender Reassignment Surgery?"
I must have caught her off guard, because she responded, "What on Earth makes you wonder that?"
"I've been reading some articles on the internet and it said that many trans-women don't feel complete without it," I replied.
"Do you want me to have it?" she asked.
"I don't want my desires to enter into the decision," I said, "it's a really big deal and should be something you really, REALLY want!"
"I've thought about it," Melinda continued, "but it does seem really extreme. If I could truly be a woman in all other ways, I wouldn't mind keeping my clitty."
"Melinda dear," I insisted, "you ARE truly a woman, and that is how I think of you. Unless I am touching you here, nothing else even occurs to me."
Melinda leaned over and kissed me, saying, "do you REALLY mean that?"
"Every word of it," I said, "and there is something more I want to say to you."
Smiling, Melinda asked, "what is that?"
"I'm not so good at this, but here goes – I love you!"
"Oh my God!" Melinda declared, "I've loved you but was afraid to say anything."
"I guess we are both a little nervous about saying it, but it is wonderful feeling it."
"How would you feel about my getting a vagina?" she asked.
"Only if that is what YOU really want – please don't do it for me," I answered.
"How would it be if I just kept my clitty?" she asked next.
"That would be fine too," I said, "I'm in love with YOU, not with what is between your legs."
"You mean it doesn't matter what is between my legs?" she asked.
"As long as it is YOU," I replied, "that's all that matters to me."
"Do you like my clitty?" she asked.
"I'm starting to warm up to it," I said, now fondling her, feeling her become more aroused.
"We better get dinner going," Melinda reminded me, "or we'll miss the play."
I kissed her and helped her up, and we went into the kitchen and started dinner. I enjoyed working with her in the kitchen, especially because every few minutes I could steal a nice kiss.
When dinner was almost ready, Melinda said, "you better open the 'girls are meaner' now."
We laughed and I took wine from the refrigerator and opened it.
Melinda dished up dinner and I poured the wine and we went to the table and enjoyed our dinner. After dinner I put the wine bottle back in the refrigerator for later and we got ready to go to the theater.
We arrived and entered. I bought us some nice center theater tickets and we went to our seats. The lights went down and we enjoyed the performance, kissing from time to time.
I found myself reaching under her dress and feeling her soft warm inner thigh, and touching her clitty through her satin panties.
She took my hand out from under her dress, and I thought the fun was over before it started. As we sat there Melinda seemed to be squirming about, and then suddenly she placed something soft in my hand – her panties!
I leaned over and kissed her as she said, "the man I love shouldn't have to struggle with panties in the way."
I put my hand under her dress again and took her clitty, gently playing with it until it was hard. I was kissing Melinda the entire time and her kisses became more passionate as her clitty enlarged.
I kept her aroused though most of the performance, but then she made me stop, so she wouldn't be embarrassed standing up at the end of the performance.
That problem never dawned on me, and I could see how that could be difficult for her. I loved her and never wanted to put her in a difficult situation, so I resolved to be very discrete when arousing her in public places.
By the end of the play Melinda's arousal had subsided and we got up to leave.
"I had never even thought about how being aroused could be a problem, dear, but I'll be careful to guard your modesty," I said.
"I will never give anyone reason to doubt that you are anything other than a very REAL woman," I said.
She kissed me and got into the car.
When we arrived at her home, we went inside and I gave her back her panties. She set them aside and said she wouldn't need them tonight. I took her into my arms and held her closely, kissing her. I reached under her dress and once again turned up the passion of her kisses by fondling her clitty.
When she was fully hard I moved her over to the edge of the couch and leaned her against the couch end. I got to my knees and raised her dress, finding her hard clitty inches from my face. I opened my mouth and took her in. Her dress fell over my head and I could feel her hands holding my head as I sucked her. I put my hands on her bare cheeks and pulled her close to me. Soon she started to shake and then came, filling my mouth with her juice. I remained there to get every drop and then stood up, holding her in my arms.
I took her into the bedroom and we lay together, spooning. I was horny, but I felt content to bring my lady to climax.
We napped for a time and then I got up. We cleaned up the kitchen and as I prepared to leave, Melinda said, "Tomorrow is Saturday and my mother doesn't work, so I want you to come over and meet her."
I agreed and departed. As I lay in bed I had some fleeting thoughts of what a good wife Melinda might be. Crazy thought – I wasn't at all looking for marriage – but still, she would be a good one.
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