The Blooming of Shannon (part 3)
This story was inspired by an online friend in Scotland. I was there years ago and wish we could have met then. This fantasy describes what I wish could happen – I hope you enjoy it!
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We drove to a quiet little restaurant nearby and were seated. "Please tell me Shannon," I asked, "when and how you began dressing."
"Ever since I was a child I felt like women's clothing were right for me, but my parents tried to teach me the 'right way', trying their best to make a young man out of me," she replied.
Shannon continued, "my older sister caught me sneaking her clothes and encouraged me – I think she saw it was amusing." For years she would dress me like a girl when my parents were away.
"Then one day she lost interest, but I didn't. She would scold me and tell me I shouldn't be a 'poof' – sometimes she called me a 'Nancy boy' and I was ashamed. I know that I am really a boy but feel like I should be a girl, and it's all so confusing!" she went on, tears forming in her eyes.
I took her hands and said, "I'm no doctor, but you may be suffering from gender dysphoria – something the medical profession is beginning to understand, but most of society does not. Research has shown that some people born as males essentially have the brain of a female."
I explained, "It is confusing and frustrating, and very difficult to cope with in such a judgmental society – so much so that the lifetime suicide rate can be as high as 50% – I don't want that for you, dear."
"I must admit sometimes wishing I had never been born," she confessed, "but I know that I am just pretending with all this. You make if so easy for me, but I know it's not real."
I squeezed her hands and said firmly, "Nothing is quite as real as it may seem, but I do know this – when I take you into my arms and kiss you, I am kissing a woman, not a boy in a dress! Now listen carefully, Shannon dear – your gender is not determined by what is between your legs, but what is between your ears!"
I know there are Nancy boys who like to dress like a girl for fun, but I think when you dress, it is to express your true self – am I right?" I asked.
"Yes," she admitted, "I think so."
"Would you like to live full time as a girl?" I asked.
"I have dreamt about that for ages," she replied, "it would be wonderful! But would I have to get my 'thing' cut off?"
I kissed her hand and said, "That is a pretty extreme thing to do, but if you decide it is what you really want, we can explore it. But for now, let's just see how you like being a girl all the time you aren't at school."
"I'm not sure I understand," she said.
"I can collect you after school each day if you like, and you can change at my flat and remain that way until bedtime." I explained, "I'll take you back to your dorm room, or if you want you can spend the night. On weekends, you can be a girl the entire time."
"I've never been a girl for that long before, but I'd sure love to try it," she said, "I sure have tonight!"
After dinner we drove back to my flat where we kissed and cuddled on the couch. I loved touching her, and wanted to touch her all over, but didn't want to rush things. I intended to treat her entirely like a lady, respecting all of her limits.
Shannon asked if she could leave her clothes with me, and bring others tomorrow. I agreed and we went into the bedroom and found closet and drawer space for her clothes.
I asked her what she thought of her sexual orientation and she said that she liked guys, but thought of herself as a girl, but she knew she wasn't a REAL girl, so did that really make her a Nancy boy?
I told her that there were many dimensions to reality, and what was between her legs was just one aspect – the REAL Shannon – the one hiding inside, afraid to come out until now, was about to bloom and I was proud to be there for her.
"You have taken a really major first step tonight, Shannon," I assured her.
"I really appreciate how you have helped me to open up," she replied.
"Like a beautiful flower," I said.
"I'm still a little afraid of where this may be going," said Shannon, "but I feel safe going there with you, Bill."
We lay on the bed and kissed for a bit, and drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly I awoke, and realized it was late – nearly 11:00pm. I woke Shannon with a kiss and told her it was time to go back to the dorm. She said she wished she didn't have to, and I told her that when she was ready she could stay with me, but I didn't think she was quite ready yet.
She agreed and began to change her clothes. I quickly left the bedroom and gave her some privacy. As much as I wanted to see her with her clothes off, that would come in due time.
After Shannon emerged in boy mode I kissed her again, reassuring her that it was not the clothes that made her a girl, though they were really nice to see.
I picked up Shannon's empty duffle bag and we walked to the car. I opened the door for her and put the duffle bag in the back seat.
When we arrived at the dorm she gave me another kiss, picked up her duffle bag and went inside.
I returned to my flat and went to bed, completely smitten by this lovely angel!
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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