Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 12:02:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: In Love With a Tgirl Part 6 In Love With a Tgirl (part 6) I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman. This fictional account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it earlier. I hope you enjoy this fantasy. –––––––––––––––––––– Melinda was able to get us an appointment with Ben Jacobs, the lawyer the very next day. We were fortunate that he kept Saturday hours. We visited him and explained that we were planning a life together and wanted to remove any obstacles that Melinda's gender marker might present. Ben explained that the general legal standard was that irreversible medical changes had to be made that prevented resuming the original gender. We explained that we didn't want the Gender Reassignment Surgery, and he noted that in the beginning that was the only way, and was even then fraught with challenges. However, there had been some movement away from that strict standard, and he knew of two other options. The first was an orchidectomy, in which the testicles were removed – that was certainly irreversible. The second was to claim that the long term hormone treatment had left an irreversible effect. Both would require a doctor's letter, and either might work if we got a liberal judge. Melinda said she had thought about an orchidectomy, because she could stop taking the testosterone inhibitor. I looked at her in disbelief and said, "you mean get your balls cut off?" She put her hand on mine and I shut up. The very idea made me cringe. "Could we try the medication argument first?" I asked. Ben agreed, but Melinda interrupted, "No, I want to talk with my doctor about the orchidectomy – we'll get back to you." As we drove back to Melinda's place, every time I thought about the orchidectomy, I found myself unconsciously squeezing my legs together, as if to protect my own balls. I realized it was silly, but it still bothered me. "I could never have my balls cut off," I said. "Of course not," Melinda countered, "you're a boy, but I don't need or want mine – and it might be just right for me." "I just want to be sure you are doing the right thing," I said. Melinda snuggled close to me in the car and asked, "Is it that you like my balls just like you like my clitty?" "That's not the point," I said, "oh I don't know what to say – if you really want it, then I'll certainly support you all the way – I just don't want to watch them do it!" "You don't watch that sort of thing, but you can check me as I heal afterward," she said. "If I have it, I can stop taking the Spironolactone, which is the testosterone blocker." she said, "I really don't like to take medications I don't need to." That made a lot of sense – who knew what the long term effects of such medications would be? We arrived at Melinda's and found her mother home, since it was her day off. Melinda introduced us, and Martha, her mother sat at the dining room table and we talked. I felt like I was being interrogated, but I realized that Martha had good reason. Melinda had been pursued by guys looking for a "walk on the wild side", and Martha wanted to be sure my intentions were honorable. When we told her of our visit with Ben Jacobs, she finally began to accept that our relationship was very serious. Martha revealed that she had long worried that Melinda being legally a boy would be a problem some day, and she was very glad we were doing something about it. "Melinda transitioned when she started high school," Martha said, "and every day I feared that someone would find out – people can be so cruel, and sometime brutal." Melinda told her mother she was going to talk with her doctor about an orchidectomy. Martha asked how we intended to pay for it, since it would not be covered under her health care insurance. I said we didn't know how much it would cost, but I would help to the extent I could. "Find out how much it will cost when you see your doctor," Martha said, "but it is probably in the thousands, and I'll cover what you two cannot." Melinda kissed her mother and thanked her. Martha told Melinda she needed to talk with me privately. "We have talked about you quite a bit," said Martha, "and you seem to be very good for her – I know how boys can be and you seem a little too good to be true. "I don't know what to say," I said, "but I do love Melinda, and want the very best for her." "See that you treat her right," Martha said, "or I'll cut your balls off myself!" Martha looked sternly at me as I stiffened and must have grown pale, then she laughed and said, "just kidding, but you better not give me reason to!" "I won't," I assured her. She put her hand on mine and squeezed, saying, "I've never seen Melinda so happy before – I'd like you to call me 'Mom" when we are together." I smiled and kissed her on the cheek and said, "Okay Mom." I got back with Melinda and we decided to go out. Before we did, Martha invited me to join them for Sunday dinner tomorrow, to which I agreed. I took Melinda back to my dorm room and we made out for awhile, then I pulled up her skirt, and put her on knees, kissing her soft cheeks. I kissed her balls hanging there and she said, "don't get to attached to them, now." "I was just kissing them goodbye," I said, and she laughed, but that quickly turned into a moan as I spread her cheeks and kissed her deeply. I continued to kiss her there while I reached for the KY jelly and put some on my fingers. I slipped one finger and then a second into her, working them in and out and wiggling them. I rolled Melinda onto her back while keeping the fingers in her. I wiggled them as I sucked her clitty and in a few minutes she cried out as she climaxed. I went into the bathroom and washed my hands and then returned to snuggle with my freshly-climaxed lady. She lay there beautiful, with her eyes closed as I lay next to her. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org