In Love With a Tgirl (part 7)
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. BEur3ka
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I awoke the next day and just lay in bed, thinking about Melinda. She was actually going to give up her balls so she could legally become a woman. While the very idea of it really bothered me, I was beginning to accept it. Melinda was born with balls that she should never should have had, and she was just setting things right.
I had come to really like Melinda's clitty. Without a vagina I presumed that we would make love anally, but I had never done that before. None of the girls I had dated were open to any anal experimentation – I really liked the fact that Melinda was so anal-erotic – I loved to pleasure here sexy ass!
I didn't want to move too quickly with her, and I was eager to slip inside her, but I didn't want to rush things with her. I read about anal sex on the internet and learned that to avoid pain there had to be plenty of lube and I would have to go slow. I was excited to try, but afraid of hurting Melinda – I just wanted our lovemaking to be the most wonderful thing ever – not something incredibly painful!
I daydreamed about being married to Melinda – to waking up next to her and doing everything together – cooking, daily activities, everything. I liked that thought, and began to wonder about kids. I wasn't eager to have kids – the fact is that I didn't really like kids all that much, but Melinda might. Certainly the holidays are quite different with kids – I decided to discuss it with Melinda. There was no need to do anything right now, but I wanted to understand how she felt about it.
I wondered if a legal gender change for Melinda would allow her to pass as a woman through all government agencies – that might be important for adoption. I was aware that there were cases of same-sex adoptions, but many adoption agencies were reluctant to place a child with a same-sex couple. It might be even more difficult for a transgendered couple.
It seemed like a legal gender change for Melinda would be critical to our future, and I felt so thankful that she would be willing to do so much for our future. Yes, perhaps she was the girl for me!
I worked on one of my term papers until after lunch, when I could go to Melinda's.
Arriving there, I was welcomed by Mom. She said that Melinda was still getting ready for the day and would join us shortly. "Mom, were you hoping to have grand-children?"
"Are you kidding?" she said, "every mother wants that, but I had given up hope for that years ago."
"I"m not in a hurry," I said, "but if Melinda wants, we could adopt."
"Adoption is difficult for normal straight couples," she said, "it could be even more difficult for you two."
"Once Melinda has her gender change, we should look like a normal straight couple," I responded, "but there probably won't be much that is truly 'normal' in our lives."
"Things may be challenging enough for the two of you," said Mom, "I won't press the kid issue, I'll leave it all up to you two to decide."
I smiled and thanked her for understanding.
Melinda joined us in a few minutes and kissed me, slipping me her tongue as he mother watched. Mom said, "if you plan to do more than that, take him to your room!"
We were both surprised to hear that, but liked what we heard.
Melinda took my hand and led me upstairs. We entered her room and she closed the door. Turning to me, she put her arms around my neck and kissed, me, then said, "I want you to make love to me – my virginity is yours!"
"Are you sure?" I asked, "you can only give that away once – so you need to be sure I am the right man for you."
"You are, dear," she said, "I am absolutely certain of that."
"But here," I protested, "with your mother downstairs."
"I've had that conversation with her," Melinda explained, "and she is ok with it, as long as it's with the right man – and YOU are the right man!"
I kissed Melinda tenderly and we undressed each other and I led her to the bed. I rimmed her to warm her up and then inserted two fingers into her using plenty of lube. Working my fingers in and out, while gently spreading them, she appeared to be ready to receive me. Slipping on a condom, I added more lube.
I stood by the side of the bed with Melinda on her back. I pulled her toward me and placed her legs on my shoulders. Pressing myself to her tender rosebud I pushed very slowly and gently pressed into her just a bit, and stopped.
I reached to her nipples and gently squeezed them, and said, "are you doing ok?"
"Yes, Melinda said, "I'm ready for more."
I pressed into her just a bit more and stopped, they pressed again and stopped."
Melinda was smiling broadly, so I took that as encouragement. With two more gentle pushes I was in, and stopped for her to adjust to the feeling.
As I pushed in slowly I said, "now tell me when I reach bottom"
In a few minutes Melinda said, "that's it."
I noted how far I was in, and made a point to stop before reaching this point again. I stroked in her, slowly at first, and then more quickly. It was amazing wonderful – tight and warm – I had to consciously fight off climax – not wanting to leave her unsatisfied.
Holding her legs close to me I gently squeezed her nipples as she moaned with delight. I looked at her clitty and could see that she was substantially aroused. Putting some lube on my hand, I took her clitty in my hand and massaged it while stroking her. Soon she climaxed, the sight of which took me to new heights and I followed shortly.
We both caught our breath, and I gently pulled out. I told Melinda to stay there while I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom, washed up and returned with a warm, wet wash cloth.
I cleaned up Melinda front and back and returned the wash cloth to the bathroom.
Returning to the bed, I lay next to her, kissing her tenderly.
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