Secret Office Romance (part 9)
With some large companies adopting a liberal policy toward gender expression, this fictional account is quite possible. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I wish it really happened to me!
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The next day we awoke, realizing that we should have cleaned up last night. There were stains on the bed sheets, and we were both a little embarrassed. Seeing my concern, Jessica laughed, and I joined her. We stripped the sheets for laundering. We showered together, and then got ready for work. After a nice breakfast, I drove us both to work.
We had an appointment with an attorney after work, and were eager to move forward with Jessica's legal gender change.
We didn't dare spend time together at work – we were so much in love we would simply not be able to keep it secret. So we kept our distance as much as possible. We had one meeting together and sat on opposite sides, minimizing interaction.
Throughout the rest of the day we constantly thought about each other. At the end of the day Jessica met me at my car and we drove to our attorney appointment.
Eric, the attorney, welcomed us. We briefly reviewed Jessica's history and her desire to legally change her gender, and our thoughts about the orchiectomy forming a legal basis to prompt the change.
"You may not be aware that there is an appeal coming before the U.S. Supreme court regarding same sex marriage," Eric explained, "nobody knows how it will turn out, but you might want to wait and see."
"That's interesting," I said, "but just in case, I'd like to explore the legal gender change."
We discussed the orchiectomy and Eric agreed that it did meet the legal requirement of "irreversible change", but we might need a little luck – a liberal judge would certainly help, but that could not be depended upon.
Eric outlined out the sequence of events that would be needed and we said we would discuss the options and get back with him.
We drove to a nearby restaurant and discussed the possibilities.
"Perhaps we should wait for the Supreme Court ruling," I said.
"Do you not want me to have the orchiectomy?" Jessica asked.
"I don't want you to have endure surgery that might not be needed." I said.
"If the court legalizes same-sex marriage, would you marry me in that way?" she asked.
"Why not?" I responded.
"If we did, it would be a matter of public record that you married man, and I would still be legally a man," she replied.
"I hadn't thought about that," I confessed, "but would that be so bad?"
"Maybe not," Jessica continued, "but I think we can both do better than that."
"What would you prefer to do?" I asked.
"I want to be legally a woman, so all the public records know me as such," she explained, "and I want our marriage to look like every other normal couple."
As I thought about it, I could understand her point of view, but asked, "even if it means getting your balls cut off?"
"As long as I can keep my clitty," Jessica responded, "I'll gladly give up my balls if I can legally become a woman."
"Let's sleep on it," I said, "and if you still feel the same, I will completely support your decision."
The next day Jessica confirmed her decision and we agreed that she would call Lynne and obtain the surgical referral and I would call Eric an inform him of our decision.
We made our phone calls during the day. At the end of the day Jessica told me that she had an appointment for a surgical consult the next day. I told her that I had agreed to stop at Eric's office to sign a retainer agreement so we could get the legal process going.
We stopped at Eric's office and answered a number of questions so he could get the paperwork started. I paid the initial retainer fee and we left.
The next day after work we met with the surgeon, as Jessica had arranged. We confirmed that Jessica wanted complete removal of the testicles and sack. The surgeon explained that the procedure was a simple one that could be done on an outpatient basis, and we scheduled it for Saturday morning. He said she could go back to work on Monday, but Jessica took a vacation day to recover in leisure. I took a vacation day as well, so I could be with her.
The doctor cautioned us not to have sex until he cleared us for it. As much as I desired her, I would never do anything to put her at risk.
The doctor said she should be mostly recovered in a few weeks and fully recovered in a month. We signed the paperwork for the surgery, provided Jessica's health care card and left.
At dinner, I asked Jessica if she was absolutely certain she wanted all this, which she confirmed.
We went home and made love. Jessica said we better get it while we can, because we wouldn't be able to for awhile.
I had mixed feelings about all this. I dearly loved Jessica and wanted her to be happy. The idea of her having her balls cut off made me uneasy, but I knew it was for the best, and that she really wanted it.
On Saturday morning we got up early and showered. We had a light breakfast. If this were major surgery she would not be able to eat, but this was minor, so a light breakfast was ok. Surgery was scheduled for 8am, and would take less than half an hour. The doctor wanted Jessica to rest afterward and not leave until late afternoon. I accompanied Jessica into the doctor's office and though her surgical prep, but went to a waiting room during the surgery. Even if I had been permitted to be there, I didn't feel I could witness the surgery, so it was just as well that I waited elsewhere.
After an hour I was led to Jessica, who smiled to see me. I went to her and kissed her, taking her hand. I sat beside her and we talked. I asked her how she felt and she said she felt numb down there, but feeling would return in an hour or so. She had some pain killer for then.
I told her maybe she would enjoy the pain killer. She hoped she would – she deserved to after what she had been through.
We made an appointment to come back to the surgeon next Saturday for a check up and removal of the sutures. A nurse came by and explained that for the next few days we would have to change the dressings each day. I agreed, though I wasn't sure I would have the courage to do it, but knew I had to somehow find a way.
We returned home. I put Jessica in a comfortable chair and gave her the TV remote. I brought her a glass of Chardonnay and went into the kitchen and made jambalaya for dinner. I brought dinner into her and sat next to her. I was about to hand her the bowl, but instead asked her if she wanted me to feed her.
"You've done a lot of other things for me," Jessica said, smiling, "I have yet to experience your feeding me."
Just for fun, I began feeding her. Watching her chew and swallow was really lovely. After I fed her I refilled her wine glass and ate my dinner. Afterward I sit on the arm of her chair and we kissed. I was very careful not he make her move very much.
After dinner I cleaned up the dishes and came back. We put a DVD on and watched a movie together. Jessica was tired after the movie and I took her to bed, gently holding her as we drifted off to sleep.
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