Chapter 5

    The sun was shining in my eyes as I woke. I looked around the
room hoping it was a dream . . . Maybe.  I dreamed about Friday .
. . A cross dresser’s fantasy? ....Maybe?

   I was laying in the spare bedroom . . . Alone . . . There was
silence . . . Not a sound in the whole house.

  I had to use the bathroom. I got out of bed and covered myself
with my robe. I sat down on the toilet . . . The way a woman
would go.

  The waste basket was next to the toilet. I could see the red
packaging from the condoms. They had been opened. The condoms lay
on the pile of used tissue . . . I picked one up, it was ripped
to shreds. The other’s were in the same condition.

  I picked up one of the packets. I read the label. “Small.”

  My God . . . He had made an attempt but they were too small.
Why had Jean given me, small condoms? Surly she knew he would be
extremely huge.

  I flushed the toilet and looked in the mirror. I had worn my
wig all night. My makeup was smeared but would do until I got my
coffee.

  I hadn’t noticed the other bedroom door wide open until that
moment. Did I dare look? I couldn’t hear anything.  It must be
safe.

  I stood in the doorway and froze. Mark was laying on his back .
. . Tammy was laying beside him with her feet toward the pillows.
She was laying across his leg, her long red hair spilled across
his thigh.

  Her tits were pressed against his black skin. She was sucking
him . . . The head was inside her mouth and she was slowly moving
her head down.

  Tammy’s eyes opened . . . She starred right at me and froze . .
. We exchanged glances for a few seconds than she continued
without interruption.

  Tammy’s left hand rested in his pubic hair while the right hand
massaged his balls. I continued to stare but she never looked my
way again. She lovingly sucked Mark’s cock.

  Tammy continued giving pleasure to her man . . . It didn’t
matter that I was watching . . . Maybe she wanted me to learn . .
. Showing me? . . . How to suck a man . . .

  God . . . What if she invited me to join her? .....Maybe she
would teach me her technic . . . How to please a man . . .

   No way! . . . Mark was her man . . . Her lover . . . Wouldn’t
allow me to touch him! . . Not with me or anyone . . . It was
very clear how she felt about him . . .

   I’m I thinking about sharing Mark? ....I don’t want to share
Mark with my wife! .....I don’t want a man! ....Why I’m I
thinking this?

   I walked away.  I didn’t want to watch Tammy suck her man. I
didn’t want to see her swallow his load? I wanted my coffee, yes,
and I was more concerned about having my morning coffee than
watching my wife having sex.

  I waited for the coffee to brew, walked back to get my pills
and took them with water. I had put little x’s on the calender
each day that I took them. Two, x’s for the days I took a double
dose. This was day number seventeen.

  I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa drinking
my coffee. There was the card that was attached to the flowers. I
looked behind my back to make sure nobody was walking out of the
bedroom.

  I picked up the little card and opened it.

   “Dear Tammy, You make me look forward to waking up each day
and finding your sweat messages on my phone. I’m so happy to have
found you. Sincerely. Yours. Mark.”

   I hurried and placed the card back into the small envelope and
put it back on the table. My heart was beating faster again as I
tried to remain calm.

  What could I do? .....Was this just a ploy for Mark to screw
Tammy? ....Was he falling in love with her? ....My wife? ....How
did she feel about Mark? ......Obviously, she felt something if
she were calling him every day and leaving messages on his phone.

  I looked at the clock. It had been an hour since I left the
room. How long were they going to take?

  I was startled by a voice behind me. It was Mark! ....He was
walking this way, Tammy was walking next to him.

  “Jenny . . . I want to thank you for everything and especially
such a wonderful dinner last night.”

  “Are you leaving so soon?”

  “Yes . . . I have to fly out of town for a couple days but I’m
sure I’ll see you too when I return.”

  Mark leaned down and gave me a little kiss on the lips and
walked to the front door with Tammy.

   They embraced and kissed for over a minute, Mark’s hands were
all over her ass again. She was only wearing a tiny little
nightie.

  God! ....Didn’t he get enough last night? ....This morning?

  The front door shut . . . He was gone . . . Tammy stood facing
the door for a few moments. I watched her turn around than looked
my way. She smiled.

  “Jenny. I’m going to get a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Do you
want another cup?”

   Tammy just called me, Jenny. She’d only done that when we were
out and around people. I stood up and followed Tammy out to the
kitchen. Tammy poured fresh coffee into my cup while sipping
hers.

  The tiny little nightie barely covered her tits. She smelled of
sex and her breasts were covered with bit marks. She had a couple
dark hickeys on her neck. I couldn’t help but check her over.

  We starred at each other as we drank our coffee. I don’t think
she knew what to say. One of us was going to have to make the
first move.

  It was Tammy. She walked over to me and hugged me. Kissed my
chin and started to rub my skin where I had began the
electrolysis treatment.

  “Honey. Its still red. Is it sore?”

   I was shocked! I hadn’t said anything about starting the
treatments . . . It must have been Jean!

   “It’s not so bad now but it was sore for a whole day. Felt
like something was burning my skin.”

  Tammy kissed my cheek and started kissing the area where I had
the treatments than put her arms around me and hugged me tight.

   Tammy took my hand and walked me into the bedroom. She slipped
of her nightie and opened my robe and slipped it off letting it
fall to the floor. My nightie was next and she helped me slip it
off over my head.

  Tammy hugged me again and we kissed. She pushed me back until I
was sitting on the bed and climbed into my lap and pushed me
back.

  She started to kiss me passionately as I hugged her tightly
against my chest. Tammy’s tits were pushing into my chest and I
could feel her hard nipples against me. My hands were holding her
ass while she squirmed above me.


  My wife felt so good in my arms. I didn’t care if she spent the
night having sex with another man. She was mine right now and I
loved her.

  I was hard. I felt Tammy touching me . . . Stroking me . . .
Kissing my neck. She got off me and had me move to the center of
the bed. I could see the dry cum stains where they had sex on the
sheet.

  Tammy saw me looking . . . She was starring to see my
expression  . . . Like she was proud of her work and she wanted
me to see it.

  Tammy leaned over and kissed my chest . . . Sliding down until
she kissed the head of my cock.
She spread herself out on the bed . . . She was in the exact
position I saw her with Mark . . . She began sucking me. Her
mouth felt so good.

  I massaged Tammy’s legs . . . Moving my hand to her thigh
feeling the soft skin. She was expertly working on me now.
Lovingly . . . Carefully . . . I was in heaven.

  I watched Tammy as she fondled my balls and felt her tongue
pressing against the tip of my cock. She was so good at this . .
. Mark must have enjoyed what she had done for him.

  I was starring at Tammy’s pussy mound. It was completely bald!
...She must have done it on Friday, before Mark arrived. She had
done it for him . . . Her lover . . . Her boyfriend.

  I gently lifted Tammy’s leg and slipped my hand under her thigh
and carefully touched her bare mound feeling the soft skin and
teased the area around the lips. She must be sore . . . I didn’t
go any further . . . Only wanted to touch her . . . To feel it.

  Tammy was working hard . . . I was ready to cum . . . I could
feel it . . . My hips arched . . . Yes . . . I was there!  I
watched as Tammy swallowed. She was stroking me as she swallowed.
Yes, Wanting to give me as much pleasure as she gave Mark.

  Tammy moved herself in a circle until she was along the side of
me. She kissed me . . . I could feel her tongue entering my
mouth. I tasted it . . . I could actually taste it . . . It was a
salty taste.

  Our tongue’s mingled furiously . . . passionately . . . I
swallowed what she had pushed inside . . . I was swallowing my
own cum.

  She finished . . . She laid her head on my chest . . . Began
massaging me . . . Playing with my nipples. Tammy looked up into
my eyes....Smiled.

  “Jenny . . . Do you know your going to start growing breasts
soon?”

  Oh my God! ....She knew! .......Jean must have told her I was
taking the hormones.

  “I guess I will soon.”

   Tammy kissed me again. She was massaging my limp cock and my
balls. Her hand was so soft and she was gentle.

   Tammy kept giving me little kisses around my neck and my chin.
She straightened up for a second and looked into my eyes.

  “Jenny . . . There is going to other changes coming too . . .
In time, you may not be able to achieve an erection and you will
start to shrink. It depends . . . It affects everyone
differently.”

  I kept looking into Tammy’s eyes. She was being serious but
gave me the true facts. I think she wanted me to know and I
believe she was telling me that it was my choice and she
understood.

   I smiled at Tammy,  “I love you.”

  Tammy smiled when she heard me say it. “I love you too.”

  I felt too embarrassed to respond technically but I knew that
Tammy loved me and she only wanted us both to be happy.

  Tammy was tickling my tummy and began giggling. She raised her
head and looked at me.

  “Tammy . . . What’s wrong?”

  “Oh . . . It’s nothing really . . . I was just thinking that
your hips are going to change and your little butt isn’t going to
be so little much longer”

  I smiled . . . Still too embarrassed to comment but she knew I
was thinking. She was helping me to understand.

  I looked into her eyes . . . I don’t really know why I asked
her this question but I did.

  “Tammy . . . When you kissed me . . . Cum . . . You pushed it
in my mouth . . .   What did . . . Mark Taste like . . . Um . . .
Compared to mine? ....Is it different?”

  Tammy knew I really wanted to know and she relaxed on my chest
and turned toward me . . . She hesitated a few seconds . . .  I
knew she was giving her answer some thought.

  “Mark’s cum was much thicker and tasted sweeter but it still
had that salty taste. I think it depends on what a man has eaten
lately that affects the taste.”

  I lay their looking very interested in knowing what my wife had
to say.

  “Mark is very huge . . . Um . . . I think you saw him? ...God .
. . Jenny . . . When he was inside me . . . I could feel him
touching every spot at once . . . I actually felt him cum inside
me. I felt its warmth as it filled me.”

  “I saw the broken condoms in the waste basket in the bathroom.
Did he try to put them on?”

  Tammy laughed, “Jenny. Those were so small that they ripped
when we tried to pull them over the head. Mark hadn’t been with a
woman in months and he was so excited and horny that we had a
difficult time with them.”

  “Were you the first white woman?”

  “Yes . . . He said I was much tighter than any black women he
had ever been with. Jenny . . . If you could only feel what it’s
like, having a strong and powerful man like Mark inside you . . .
Feeling his warmth and feeling him when he releases his cum
inside you . . . Someday you’ll know.”

  I swallowed hard . . . Tammy was watching me . . . Watching my
reaction when she said it . . . I was too afraid to reply . . . I
couldn’t reply if I wanted to . . . It was never planned this
way.

  Tammy crawled up next to me and lay her head on the pillow. I
put my arm around her head and she cuddled much closer.

  “Tammy. When are you going to see Mark again?”

  God . . . It wasn’t a question of “if?” ....I was asking her
when?

  “Well. Mark returns this Thursday from his trip and he
mentioned that he would miss me while he was gone....I was
thinking of having him over that night....What do you think?”

   I swallowed hard but calmly asked, “Thursday is fine . . . I
bet you miss him already?”

   “Ah . . . Yes I do . . . Mark is such a nice man and he likes
you a lot! ....I’m so happy that you’re not jealous of him . . .
I meant . . . You shouldn’t be jealous of him and I’m so happy.”

  I assumed Tammy was thinking that in my condition, I shouldn’t
have any reason to be jealous.
I could sense that Tammy wanted to say something additional.

  “Jenny . . . You don’t know how happy you make me feel . . . We
share everything together . . . I can’t believe I’m sharing my
experience with Mark with you. I’m not afraid to tell you
anything!”

  My fate was sealed . . . This was it . . . My days as a man and
Tammy’s husband was numbered! . . . Is this what I wanted? .....I
have a beautiful wife! .....She had feelings for Mark . . . It
wasn’t just about Friday, this had to be going on for weeks!
....The cell phone messages!

   It was strange. I didn’t feel hurt and I wasn’t mad. Yet, I
never wanted to lose my wife.	

   “Tammy . . . I’m afraid . . . I never want to lose you.”

   Tammy kissed my cheek several times and held me tight. “You’re
never going to lose me.”

  I somewhat felt reassured but what did she mean by not losing
her? Would we remain together, no matter what? ...Would we begin
to live as sisters all the time? ...Would she change her mind and
want a divorce?

  “Jenny . . . You’re going to become the sister I never had. You
will always be near me and I’ll always love you.”

  Tammy was right . . . She wasn’t afraid to tell me anything . .
. It’s just what I feared . . . I could still change my mind . .
. Stop everything before the hormones affected me.

  We lay in bed and cuddled and fell asleep. It was Saturday and
we both needed to get some rest.
We showered together that afternoon and Tammy mentioned about
letting my own hair grow out. She said it would take a long time
but in a few weeks we could fix something that would look really
cute on me.

  We ate a quit meal at home and just relaxed and enjoyed our
time together. I checked off another day on the calender.

  Tammy and I spent the Sunday doing research on the internet
about the different effects of the hormones I was taking. She
printed out what she felt was important for us to know.
She also cleaned out a shelf in the kitchen where I could keep
everything and Tammy made a chart.

  Tammy took notes of everything I had taken. She had a chart
that had a time-line of changes.  We would see take place over
the coming weeks.

  I never considered this but Tammy had plans to make an
appointment with a doctor as soon as he could get me in. Jean had
given her the name of someone who practices with transsexuals. As
I thought in my case, men, who were just beginning.

  God . . . That word . . . I didn’t like it . . . Transsexual!

  We were laying in bed that night, just laughing and discussing
the office and other normal things a married couple would talk
about.

  Something was bothering me and I neglected to ask Tammy all
weekend about it.

  “Tammy. What if you were to get pregnant by Mark?”

  “Honey, Don’t worry. I started taking birth control pills two
weeks ago.”

    That was a relief . . . Two weeks ago? .....This was planned
for sometime! She was planning to have sex with Mark before I
ever knew who Mark was!

   “Jenny. You come first in my life right now and Mark
understands. Mark told me that when he gets married someday, he
was to have children . . . Gosh . . . I would like to have
children someday.”

   Tammy was right . . . She mentioned it in the past . . . I
couldn’t help it . . . Low sperm count . . . Would she want
children with Mark?

    So much happened this weekend. So many changes would take
place in our lives. We snuggled and fell asleep in each others
arm’s.

                                           Chapter 6

   I felt like a kid again when I got up Monday morning. Tammy
brewed our coffee and lined up my pills that morning for me to
take. I remembered my mother giving me vitamins  before I went to
school each morning.

  I left for my electrolysis treatment soon after Tammy left for
work. This was only going to be an hour treatment today and I
wouldn’t be going back for a week. Thom was waiting for me and we
got started right away.

  “Well . . . Jenny . . . How did the big weekend go? ....Did the
little wife have her hot date with her new fellow?”

   I tried to remember if I told him about the date. Must have
been Jean again?

   “Uh . . . It went as planned. It’s not worth talking about.”

   Thom stopped his work for a second and padded me on the
shoulder.

   “Oh  . . . I’m so sorry Jenny . . .  Listen to me . . . I got
just the thing to get you out of your misery . . . Let me finish
and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

  I sat trying to figure out what Thom was talking about. He was
humming away while he worked and I just wanted to stuff cotton in
my ears.

  “OK . . . Jenny . . . We’re done for the day . . . Remember
that we don’t have another appointment until next Monday. We have
to allow this to heal, remember how I explained what to do for
itching.”

  I was just about ready to walk out the door when Thom shouted
out.

   “Jenny . . . I have something I want to show you.”

  Thom took a bunch of pictures off his desk and walked next to
me.

  “Jenny. See this blonde guy here on the right next to yours
truly?”

     I nodded my head.

     “His name is Rob . . . My dear Jenny . . . I told Rob all
about you this weekend. He is aware that you are going through a
lot right now and could use a friend to talk. He told me he would
be interested in meeting you sometime.”

  I nodded my head again. “OK. I’ll let you know.”

  I left Thom’s office wondering where he got the idea I wanted
to meet his friend. I had Tammy to talk to about everything. We
could share everything. I wouldn’t need a guy around for any
reason.

  Tammy called me on my cell phone that afternoon and told me she
was able to get an anointment for me with a special doctor. She
said it was tomorrow morning and she would go with me. I felt so
much better knowing Tammy would accompany me to the doctor’s
office.

   I was nervous, felt like butterflies in my stomach as we drove
to see the doctor. She was a woman.  Dr. Rice and she examined
me. She checked everything a normal doctor would do on a routine
exam		

  She also took my measurements, hip’s, waist, and bust size and
said she would keep a record and check me in six weeks again. She
asked me if I had any signs of depression. She wanted to know
about any mood swings I may have over the next few weeks.

  When she finished with me, she asked to speak to Tammy alone in
her office. I think that made me the most nervous.

   I sat in the waiting room for thirty minutes. Tammy walked out
and smiled. I asked Tammy what the doctor told her, she said the
doctor wanted my wife to keep an eye on my vital signs and watch
for any mood swings.

  We were driving home and Tammy took an alternate route and
pulled into a driveway of a house I had never seen before. I
looked over at Tammy who was smiling.

  “Honey. Does this have something to do with real estate?”

  She was still smiling at me as she got out of the car.

  “Come on in, I have a surprise for you.”
  We walked up to the door and Tammy knocked. A blonde woman
answered the door.

  “Oh . . . Tammy . . .  I’ve been waiting for you and to meet
Jenny  . . .  This must be Jenny . . . It’s very nice to meet you
. . . ”

  We walked inside the door, I wondered what this was all about.
The woman took my hand and smiled.

  “Jenny. My name is Fran and Tammy brought you here to see what
we can do with your hair.”

  I was a little surprised when Fran put her hands on my wig and
wiggled it off my head. She walked around me, fluffing my hair
with her hand.

  “Yes . . . I think we can do something with this . . . Tammy. I
think I can trim it nicely into a heart shape and cut it around
here and here. We’ll use the same color dye to match your hair .
. . You’ll look like sisters when we are through!”

  Fran took us into a room she had for styling hair and began her
work on me. She and Tammy sorted through a bunch of hair coloring
trying to decide on the best match.

  Fran colored my hair first while Tammy sat and watched. Once
she was finished with the coloring, she began styling my hair.
Tammy’s cell phone rang and I saw her answer it.

  “Oh . . . Hi Mark . . . Yeah . . . I didn’t expect you to call
. . . I miss you too . . . ”

  That’s all I heard, Tammy got up and walked out of the room to
finish speaking to Mark. Fran leaned down and smiled.

  “Must be her boyfriend she told me about? You know how it is
when you’re apart from someone you love . . . ”

  I just smiled back at Fran. I was thinking about what she just
said. I wondered how much she told Fran about Mark. She mentioned
love?

  I decided to do a little fishing

  “Yes  . . . It must be her boyfriend . . . Has Tammy told you
about Mark?”

  Fran was laughing and stopped cutting my hair.

  “Yes . . . Tammy told me what a hunk he is . . . She told me
how much she misses being away from him but he’s always traveling
. . . Tammy said something about you being a very close friend
and you live together?”

   “Uh . . . Yeah . . . We do live together.”

   “Well . . . Jenny . . . If this relationship with your friend
is anything I think it is than she’s going to want to go and live
with him or she is going to want to be alone with him . . . Honey
. . . If you ever need a place to stay, I have this adorable
little one bedroom apartment you can rent.”	

   It was too much for me to handle at the moment. I could never
imagine my wife leaving me to live with another man. Would she?

  Fran was almost done. Tammy was back in the room waiting and
smiling. She was admiring the results of my hair style.

  I saw Fran’s reflection in the mirror, smiling back at Tammy.
Tammy’s concentration seemed to be split between what Fran was
doing to my hair and playing with the buttons on her cell phone.

  I was assuming that Tammy was leaving a text message on Mark’s
phone. Several minutes later, Fran was finished with me.

  “Tammy. What do you think of your sister’s new hair?”

   Tammy reluctantly laid the cell phone on her lap and looked at
me. When she finally concentrated on me and my hair for a moment,
she seemed very surprised.

  “Fran. You worked magic on Jenny. I’m so glad she won’t have to
wear that wig! . . . Fran, I have to go outside and make a phone
call real fast. Thank yo so much . . . Jenny. I meet you out in
the car!”

  Tammy kissed Fran and touched my chin before walking outside.
She was so anxious to leave that message to Mark that she
couldn’t stay focused on me.

  “Uh . . . Fran . . . Has Tammy, mentioned to you the whole
story about me or did she tell you I was her sister?”

  “Oh . . . Well . . . Tammy did mention to me that you were her
brother . . . It’s none of my business and I do understand . . .
She said you were, in the process of changing . . . Don’t worry
honey, that’s why Tammy brought you here. I specialize in working
on ladies who use to be little boys.”

  I smiled at Fran, paid her and gave her a nice tip. Fran gave
me a hug.

  “Good luck Jenny. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

  Tammy was waiting for me in the car. She said she really liked
my hair but something was on her mind. We drove back home without
speaking. Something was bothering Tammy but I didn’t ask what.

  It gave me time yo think. Tammy had told Fran I was her brother
and not her husband. Was she too embarrassed to tell anyone the
truth?

  Now I knew why Fran mentioned having the apartment to me. She
thought I was once Tammy’s brother. I felt relieved . . .  Should
I feel relieved?

  We got home, Tammy fixed coffee for us and we sat down. Tammy’s
cell phone rang.

  “Hi Jean . . . Yes . . . Jenny’s right next to me . . . OK . .
. ”

  Tammy held the phone out and wondered why Jean wanted to talk
to me. She got up and walked out of the room.

  “Hi Jean.”

  “Jenny . . . I understand you got your hair styled today . . .
Listen . . . I want to take you somewhere tonight . . . Tammy
told me you weren’t busy. How does seven sound to you?”

  “Um . . . I guess it would be all right . . . Maybe I should
ask Tammy.”

  “Oh. It’s OK . . . Tammy said I could pick you up tonight and
keep you for a while . . . ”

   I hung up the phone and got up to see where Tammy had gone.
She was sitting out near the pool drinking her coffee. I gave her
the cell phone.

  “Jean wants me to go somewhere with her tonight. Did she tell
you about it?”

  I saw hesitation on her face and saw her choke up before
getting enough courage to reply.

  “Uh . . . Yeah . . . Honey . . . You go out and have a nice
time with Jean tonight. I’m just going to stay home and read.
I’ll be up when you get home.”

  “Is something the matter?”

  “Of coarse not . . . You go out with Jean tonight . . . I’m
going to take a nice hot bath and read a book.”

   Jean picked me up on time.  Tammy gave me a kiss on my way out
the door. I could tell that something was still bothering her and
looked back and saw the front door shut.

  Jean was waiting for me in the car and seemed perky tonight as
we drove out of the driveway.
She loved my new hair style.

  “Jenny. I’m going to take you to this really nice place for
dinner. You’re going to love it. It’s very nice and I’ve been
eating there myself for five years.”

   It was a nice restaurant and we had a nice dinner. We were
sipping wine together and just making small talk. We left and I
figured Jean was going to take me straight home but we pulled
into her apartment complex.

  “Jenny . . .  I thought I’d bring you here so we could have a
drink together and celebrate your new life!”

  Jean poured us drinks and we sat together on her patio which
was on the second floor and overlooked the pool. The sun was
getting ready to set and Jean put her arm around me.

  Jean was an attractive woman. She had long dark hair and well
endowed, with long legs. I found her very attractive myself. I
wondered why she wasn’t married or had a steady boyfriend.

  Something happened next that I didn’t expect . . . Jean kissed
me on the lips. It just wasn’t one of those small friendly
kisses. It was a long passionate kiss.

  Our lipstick’s smeared together and we both laughed but quickly
kissed a second time which lasted even longer than the first
kiss.

  Jean stood up and reached out to take my hand. She walked me to
her bedroom. I wasn’t sure what she had on her mind until she
started to unbutton her blouse.

  “Jean . . . Maybe we shouldn’t . . . Tammy will get angry.”

   “Nonsense . . . Tammy already is aware that we are friends . .
. Besides . . . Don’t you think now that she has Mark around that
you should be able to enjoy yourself as well?”

  Jean removed her blouse exposing a very large set of tits
before my eyes. Tammy was well-endowed herself but Jean at least
had her matched in breast size.

  The skirt came next and I watched her unsnap it and allowed it
to fall on the floor. She kicked off her heels and walked in
front of me and gave me another long passionate kiss. She had
slipped the zipper of my dress down and pulled it off my
shoulders.

   She reached around my waist and unclasped the bra, letting it
hit the floor and pulled down my panties.

  Jean took my hand and had me lay on the bed. She got up next to
me and straddled my legs and leaned down and kissed me again.

  “Jenny, girls have to have a little fun once in a while
ourselves. Lay back and enjoy it.”

  I assumed that Tammy had known what Jean was taking me out
tonight to do. That at least explained why she was so upset this
afternoon.

    “Jean . . . Tammy was upset today. You must have told her you
were bringing me here tonight? Maybe I should leave and you can
take me home.”

   “Please . . . I told Tammy what I was going to do, just relax
and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about Tammy, we’ll all get
together and talk about this later.”

  Jean didn’t say another word. She scooted down my legs .She put
her mouth on my cock and started to suck me. I was hard but felt
that Jean must have seen much larger men than me in her life.

  Jean was beautiful. Nice legs, large breasts, a  narrow waist.
She had wide hips with a nice round butt.  Everything just fit
together so nicely. She was hot!

  Jean lifted herself up and slid back up and guided herself onto
my cock. She felt hot. I knew I wasn’t the kind of stud that she
would pick out of a line up but I didn’t care, she felt so good
at the moment.

  It was a fact! I still enjoyed having sex with a woman. Why
would I want to do the changes to my body that I already started?
If I did, would I become a lesbian? Would I be bisexual?

    I was fascinated looking at Mark, His size, the color, his
muscles. Would that mean I had gay tendencies? Would I be
considered normal for a man trying to impersonate a woman? Would
this go any further? Would I change completely?

  Jean was above me right now and I was trying to stay focused.
She felt so soft and curvy, very much like my wife. Jean was
rotating her body above me making her breasts sway with her
movements.

  I could feel as if I was going to cum at any moment. Jean was
rubbing herself against my cock as hard as she could and
surprised me with an orgasm. Jean’s body tightened and I shot my
load inside her.

  I leaned up to kiss her breasts as she panted for air above me.
Jean skipped off me and lay down next to me on the bed.

  She lay there until she caught her breath and leaned up to kiss
me.

  “I just wanted to show you how much a woman can enjoy sex, even
if she was born a man.”

  “I don’t understand?”

  Jean got out of bed and took a photo album out of the dresser
and climbed back into bed with me. She opened the first page
where she showed me pictures of a little boy. She flipped through
the first few pages and I saw this little boy changing into a
teenager.

    The next group was the same little boy, only in his twenty’s.
Jean turned the page again and I saw pictures of her with friends
and relatives.

   “How was the little boy?”

   “Jenny . . . I was the little boy in the pictures, before the
change!”

  I was shocked! ...In disbelief! .....It couldn’t be Jean!
.....Jean looked too much like a real woman! ....She was teasing
me . . . Playing a joke on me . . . Yes, that’s what it was, just
a joke.

  “Jenny . . . I really was a man at one time. It’s been eight
years since my operation and you can see and feel, I’m a real
woman now.”

  My mind was all over the place, wondering what this was all
about. Why was she telling me this? Why didn’t she explain this
to me before we had sex? I knew she could see I had many
questions in my expression. I didn’t know where to begin.

  I was about to get up out of bed until Jean stopped me.

  “Please . . . Jenny . . . I have to explain everything to you.
You had to know this way.  You wouldn’t believe me any other way.
I wanted to show you how normal my life is now. The changes, what
I can experience now as a woman . . . Did you feel it? ......You
were experiencing love with a woman.”

  “I don’t understand why you brought me here and the purpose of
having sex with me?”

  “You can blame me for everything. Tammy knew I was bringing you
for this reason and she understood. Don’t blame her. Please.
Listen to what I have to say before you get angry.”

  I lay back down against the headboard waiting to hear what she
had to say.

  “It started months ago, when Tammy caught you dressing in her
clothes. She told me everything, how she was hurt . . . What she
was going through. I decided to help her because I went through
this. I wanted to get to know you, which I did. I got into your
head and I came to the conclusion to what you really wanted.”

  I listened but I still didn’t know where this was going.

  “Jenny . . . Remember what I showed you tonight. I’ve been
through this myself and I know. I know what your going through
inside. I wanted to help you and help Tammy understand. I spent
many evenings with Tammy reading from books about the subject. I
wanted her to understand how you were feeling inside.”
						

   Now I understood why Tammy had changed her way of thing so
suddenly. It was all coming together for me now.

  “Jenny. I got to know both you and Tammy and I love both of
you. When Tammy first told me about your problem, she was so hurt
she was going to file for divorce. I stopped her . . . Yes.  I
stopped Tammy from filing divorce and approaching the situation
much differently.”

  Jean was starting to cry as she spoke to me. I had to hear the
rest . . . See what she had to say . . . What she had planned . .
.

  “Can you understand? I saved your relationship with your wife
in a way that she would always love you and be there for you and
helped her understand what it was that your heart desired.”

  “What about Mark, did you have something to do with him?”

  “No . . . Mark just happened to come around when Tammy needed
someone. He entered her life while I was talking to her and it
has been a struggle ever since. Tammy felt she needed a man in
her life and he came along toward the beginning, when she first
caught you in that dress. Jenny . . . She was hurt at the time
and she needed someone like him to believe in again.”

  It was very difficult for me to take this all in at once. I
felt so mixed up at the moment and maybe lost.

  “Jean. I love Tammy very much, it was all my fault this happen.
I pushed Tammy away from me and to Mark.”

  “Jenny. Listen to me carefully. It wasn’t your fault.  It was
your fate. If Mark hadn’t come around when he did, there may have
been a slight chance that none of this would have happened. She
may have just divorced you and you would have lost her for good.
Maybe you wouldn’t have found yourself.”

  “I don’t want to lose Tammy. I don’t know what I’d do without
her.”

  “Jenny. You won’t lose Tammy. You have to let her know how you
feel about her. Let her know how much you care and understand how
she feels. But, I do believe Mark is here to stay and you have to
follow your heart. Jenny, your going to make these changes than
you have to be willing to sacrifice some of the things you love.
It’s a big choice.”

  Yes. Jean was right. I had so much to think about and many
questions to ask myself. Right now, I wanted to go home.