Tracy's Tail (part 3)
Tracy was a lovely girl at work that I just had to have. Little did I know just what I would have when I got her! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I awoke the next morning after a restless night. I just couldn't get over the fact that I had been making out with a cross dresser. It just didn't make sense to me – why would she, or he, take such a risk?
I pulled up Tracy's email from last night and followed the link, which talked about gender dysphoria and people being born into bodies of the wrong gender. That sounded like either science fiction or some kind of psycho-babble, but I read on because I just had to understand.
As I read a number of case studies my heart softened. I read about the high suicide rate, approaching 50%. I came to realize that Tracy was dealing with a serious issue, and not just taking a walk on the wild side.
At work my mind was preoccupied and after awhile I decided to call Tracy, but just got her voicemail. After several tries I decided to go to her office. When I arrived there I was told that Tracy had called in sick today. I realized that she must be really broken up about last night.
I returned to my office and told my people that I would be out the balance of the day. I stopped at a florist and purchased some flowers and drove to Tracy's.
She didn't answer the door immediately, but I waited. Finally she opened the door and was surprised to see me. She looked like she had been crying a lot.
I handed her the flowers and apologized for running out last night. I told her that I went to the link she sent and kind of understood, but not entirely, but I was ready to listen to whatever she had to say, if she would allow me.
Tracy welcomed me in and put her arms around me and almost kissed me, but stopped short. "I don't suppose you would welcome that," she said.
"Give me some time," I said, "it's a lot to take in."
It was obvious that she had been drinking to ease the pain – much more than she should have.
She offered me a drink but I declined, saying that I wanted to keep my wits about me as I tried to understand her situation.
Tracy talked on and on, telling me about her childhood and how her parents were very understanding when they saw she was different, and took her to a great doctor who helped her transition to a girl. She had been taking hormones since she was a teen, so her body developed as a girl, not as a boy. She said that her penis had shrunk to a tiny size, which was okay with her, since she really had no use for it.
"I just didn't know any of this," I said, "or I wouldn't have reacted the way I did last night."
"I wanted to tell you and nearly continually debated on how to," she said, "But just how do you tell it to your guy?"
"I have no idea what I would have done in your place," I said, "but I still want to be with you, if you'll have me after what I put you through."
Tracy's eyes brightened and she put her arms around me. She seemed reluctant to kiss me so I kissed her, opening her lips with my tongue.
"I know you like my ass," she said, "so if you want you can just ignore what's in front."
"No!" I insisted, "I'm not going to ignore any part of you, and there's something I need to do."
"What's that?" she asked.
"I need to go down on you," I said.
"You do?" Tracy said with amazement, "You really want to do that?"
"I didn't say that I wanted to," I replied, "but I have to."
"Why do you have to," she asked.
"Because it is the only way I can prove to you that I accept you completely as you are," I explained.
"You don't have to," Tracy protested.
"I do," I insisted, "please let me do this for you."
"Okay," she said, "but I need to clean up first – I haven't had a shower today – oh my God! I must really stink!"
She ran off to the bathroom as I chuckled. I thought about going down on her – it wasn't really a blowjob – it was going just down on my lady. I thought back to some of what I had read and remembered that for girls like Tracy it was often called a "clitty." That seemed right, and I began to want to suck her clitty more and more.
In a little while Tracy appeared with a towel on her head, wearing a thin robe. I approached her and studied her pretty features through the thin robe. I could see just a hint of her clitty, but knew that soon I would get a closer look.
I pulled Tracy to me and we kissed, then she led me to the bedroom and dropped the robe to the floor. Standing there naked, I admired her body. Her clitty was very small – only a few inches long, and actually looked very pretty on her. I held her again and kissed her, squeezing her buns lovingly. I guided her to the bed and placed her on her back. I put some KY jelly on my finger and slipped it into her, drawing a lovely smile on her face. As I worked the finger in and out, her soft clitty began to enlarge.
"I can take more," said Tracy, and I pulled out my finger and then worked two into her. With two fingers in her I began to wiggle both of them, which made Tracy squirm with delight. Her clitty seemed to be fully erect, peaking out at perhaps three inches, and looking really nice on her. I took her into my mouth and found that I really liked it. It was much easier than licking a pussy, where is was sometime difficult to find a clitty buried in the folds. I could take her entire clitty into my mouth and massage it with my tongue. I didn't really understand what I was doing, but tried my best. I sucked her for about five minutes while wiggling my fingers in her and suddenly she put a hand on my cheek and said, "Stop stop stop."
I pulled off and said "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" declared Tracy, "I just climaxed."
"But I didn't taste anything," I countered.
"I don't usually squirt when I climax," she said, "but I'm really sensitive afterward, so I'll signal you by touching your cheek, ok?"
"Sounds like you are planning for me to do this quite a bit," I said.
"Sorry," Tracy said, "I suppose that was a bit presumptuous."
"Well I plan on doing it quite a bit," I responded, "would once a day be often enough?"
Tracy and I laughed and we kissed again. She told me that she'll welcome any attention I care to give her at any time.
We cuddled for awhile until Tracy had recovered completely from her climax. We talked and I told her that I wanted to be her boyfriend, but might need occasional guidance because I had never had a girlfriend like her before.
She thanked me for coming back to her and being so open minded. I kissed her once more before returning home. We both had some catching up at work tomorrow.
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