After I dropped off Mindy I started to drive home, when I received a call.

"Hello, Jeff," he said, "This is Mike – you gave me your card this earlier today."

"Sure Mike," I replied, "How can I be of service to you?" (hoping it would be on my knees).

"Can you stop by my place?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, and took down his address. It was a nearby apartment building. I arrived soon, parked, and he buzzed me in.

When he opened the door I was surprised to see that he was wearing a woman's robe, a brown wig and lipstick. He wasn't at all passable, but it looked like he was at least trying to appear femme.

"This is a surprise," I said. I was expecting a simple "blow and go", but this was a bit more interesting.

"I want to be like your girlfriend, but don't know how," he blurted out, nervously, "Will you feminize me?"

"Are you sure that's what you really want?" I asked.

"More than anything!" Mike said, "I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Mike opened the robe, exposing a smooth body wearing pink panties with a very obvious bulge.

I pulled him to me and kissed his cheek, then moved to the lips.

"I've never kisses a man before," Mike said.

"If you want me to feminize you," I said, "You're going to have to kiss."

I pressed my lips to his, and he took the initiative to part mine with his tongue. It was a rather timid kiss at first, but it was a start. Our lips remained locked for a couple minutes as I reached my hand under the robe and slipped it into the back of Mike's panties, gently squeezing a cheek. Mike's kisses became more passionate.

I told Mike he would need to choose a girl name, and promised to talk to Mindy about his feminization. He was obviously in need now, so I dropped to my knees and pulled down the pink panties, exposing his erection. I took him into my mouth for the second time that day and eagerly sucked him. I put my hands on his smooth femme ass cheeks and pulled him to me. I was going to finger his ass, but as soon as I slipped a finger between his cheeks he came in my mouth.

I could do that another time, so I just enjoyed the taste of his load, and swallowed. I kissed him, but he didn't open his mouth.

"Sorry," Mike said, "I have a little difficulty right after I cum."

"You'll get over it," I said, and departed, promising to talk with Mindy.

On the drive home I called Mindy and told her about Mike. She said she would be glad to train him, and I could help by taking him out once "she" was ready.

Mindy had given me a really nice blowjob today, but I really needed to cum by the time I got home, so I jacked off, thinking about the events of the day. For some reason Christine, the sales woman at Victoria's Secret was a key part of my fantasy. After cumming I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke on Sunday morning thinking about Christine. That seemed a little strange to me – I really liked girls, but preferred Tgirls to genetic women. The Tgirls were often more feminine and much nicer to be with. As I remembered Christine, I recalled that she was very feminine, not like most women who tended to downplay their femininity. Of course, working in Victoria's Secret probably helped – that sort of place would tend to attract girls who embrace their femininity.

I decided to go to the mall and see if Christine was working today. I kind of hoped I could take her out. I hadn't dated a genetic girl in quite some time, and didn't know if she would go out with me – she probably thought I was gay.

When I arrived at the store I asked for Christine and was told that she was with another customer, but should be available soon, so I said I would wait.

Soon Christine greeted me, smiling broadly.

"I just wanted to thank you for being so courteous to Mindy and I yesterday," I said.

"It's all just good customer service," she said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well," I began, "You can go out with me."

"But what about Mindy?" she asked.

"We're friends," I said, "She won't mind."

"From what I saw yesterday," Christine said, "You must be VERY good friends!"

"How about coming to my place for dinner?" she continued, "Be there at six"

It felt like I was going to be lucky tonight, and graciously accepted. A few more customers entered the store, so I left Christine to her work. I left the store and drove home. On the way I brought a bottle of zinfandel wine to take to dinner, and put it in the 'fridge.

I paused to daydream about Christine – I hadn't dated a genetic girl in years, but something about her really attracted me. It seemed likely that he would have sex with her, and hoped I wouldn't have to eat her pussy. What I really liked was rimming a girl, but most genetic girls want nothing to do with anything anal – too bad.

That's one of the reasons I love Tgirls! They are all wonderfully anal-erotic, and always welcome my tongue in their ass.

Well, I couldn't daydream all day – I had things to do, so I went about my work until late afternoon. I shaved again so I would be nice and smooth for kissing sensitive parts, and then showered.

I got dressed, grabbed the bottle of wine and left for Christine's home.

I arrived and she was wearing a fluffy looking floral print dress – very feminine indeed!

She invited me in and said that dinner was in the oven, and would be ready in 35 minutes or so. She suggested that we enjoy a glass of wine together.

She led me to the kitchen and took out two wine glasses. I opened the wine and poured it. Christine led me to the living room, where we sat on the couch together.

I complimented her on her dress and she said she hoped that it would inspire me.

"Inspire me?" I asked.

"Inspire you to act on your natural male inclinations," she said.

Taking that as a strong hint, I began to kiss her and soon my hand was on one of her breasts. They were small, but felt nice in my hand.

"They aren't very big," she said, rather meekly.

"They are the perfect size," I assured her, "I don't like those big bazookas anyway."

"Are you more of an ass-man?" she asked.

"It's a lovely part of a woman," I said, "Why ignore such a thing of beauty?"

"Do you rim?" asked Christine.

I couldn't believe my good fortune – a genetic girl who liked to be rimmed!

"Absolutely!" I reponded.

Just when things were getting very interesting the oven timer went off, signaling that dinner was ready. I hoped that we could pick up from here after dinner.

We had a nice dinner of baked salmon and roasted vegetables, and I made sure that Christine's wine glass got refilled promptly.

I thanked her for the nice dinner, and she apologized for not having a desert planned.

"I was hoping that YOU would be desert," I said.

Showing a big smile, Christine announced, "Then I better to change into something more comfortable."

She left the room and shortly returned wearing only a thin pastel blue robe, no doubt from her store, which clearly showed her royal blue bra and panties underneath.

I took her in my arms and cupped her soft ass cheeks, and we kissed deeply.

Christine stepped back and let the robe fall to the floor. Now wearing only her bra and panties, she looked like a tasty desert indeed!

I led her to the couch and had her kneel on it, resting her elbows on the back of the couch. She lowered the back of her panties to just below her cheeks and spread them, as if inviting a kiss. I dropped to my knees and kissed her tender pucker, extending my tongue into her. She moaned with excitement, and I did my very best for her, delighted that she shared my passion for anal.

I continued to rim her, and pulled her panties down further, intending to finger her pussy, when I saw a small pair of balls hanging down!

"Wow!" I said, "I never expected this!"

"Disappointed?" she asked.

"Not at all!" I exclaimed, "I'm thrilled!"

I pulled her to her feet and held her close to me as we kissed. Christine's panties fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I reached down and took her clitty in my hand. She was fully erect but really tiny. Erect she couldn't have been longer than two inches!

"Sorry, I'm not very big," she apologized.

"Your perfect!" I assured her, "Very feminine."

I had her sit on the couch and knelt before her. I put her legs over my shoulders and took her diminutive clitty into my mouth, feeling the warmth of her soft inner thighs on my cheeks.

When I blew a man I generally sucked eagerly, but with Christine I wanted her pleasure to last, so I went very slowly. She moaned with delight as I lovingly moved my tongue around her clitty. I reached up and gently squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she continued to moan.

I must have sucked her for fifteen minutes and then she gave me her nectar, which I gratefully swallowed.

I sat on the couch next to her and held her as she recovered.

In a few minutes Christine said, "I can tell that you're a real gentleman, and really know how to treat a lady!"

We kissed more and I felt her hand on my hard cock. "You are so different than most men," she said, "And you deserve to be well rewarded!"

She unzipped me and expertly extracted my cock through my undershorts. Taking me into her mouth she clearly knew exactly what to do! In a few minutes I gave her my load and she swallowed.

I kissed her, and she shared my taste with me.

I would have loved to spend the night, but we both had to work tomorrow, so I left for home, thrilled about my new friend!

Special thanks to my online friend, Stormy, who inspired this story.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)