Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 00:38:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: The Blooming of Shannon Part 6 The Blooming of Shannon (part 6) 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! –––––––––––––––––––– Throughout the day my thoughts remained on Shannon. I called her at lunchtime and we planned dinner. After work I bought a nice bottle of Riesling wine to share with Shannon. I drove to the university and collected Shannon. On the way to my flat we discussed how our days had gone. When we arrived at my flat we went in and I took Shannon in my arms. It was part of my training, teaching Shannon that her femininity came from within, not from her clothing. She hesitated, but reached up and kissed me. I pulled her close as our mouths opened. I gave her a friendly slap on the buns and told her to change into her correct clothing. On her return we talked about how she was beginning to truly live her femininity, not just dabble at it. "How do you feel about your clitty, dear?" I asked "I wish I had a vagina instead," she replied. "Remember dear, it is what's between your ears that really makes you a woman, not what's between your legs," I reminded her, "you can live as a woman full time with or without a vagina, but if you really want a vagina, that can be arranged." "I think you are teasing me," Shannon insisted. "No, it is very real," I explained, "and it's called a vaginoplasty. Afterward you would have a fully functional vagina so natural only a doctor could tell you weren't born with it." "So what's the catch?" she protested. "There are a couple of catches," I explained, "it's a long journey, it's very expensive, and you'll have to give up what's between your legs." Thinking about that made her cringe, and responded, "That seems really extreme – what if I don't want to go that far?" "You don't have to," I responded, "you can keep your clitty and live as a woman." "I think I would rather keep it," she said, "even though it isn't good for anything." "Of course it is," I countered, "it functions just like a woman's clitty – it is a source of pleasure for both of us." "Ok, I see how it can give me pleasure," she said, "but how can it give YOU pleasure?" "I care about my lady," I replied, "and it pleases me to please her – you may not be ready to share your clitty with me, but when you are, let me know." I gave her a playful slap on the buns and told her to go change into the proper clothing while I started dinner. As I made dinner I realized how fortunate I was to have Shannon in my life. She was very vulnerable and had some big decisions ahead of her. I hoped that I could give her the right guidance and still let her choose her own way. I looked up to see Shannon returning, wearing a pretty green pastel blouse with a ruffled front, and a lovely flowing skirt. I kissed her again and told her I would take care of the wine while she dished up dinner. As we enjoyed our dinner and wine I asked, "Do you think you are spending too much time as a girl? Do you miss your boy time?" "Not for a moment!" Shannon exclaimed, "I wish I didn't have to be a boy at school – if I could, I would never be a boy again." "I've been checking into what it would take for you to go back to school as a girl," I said, "and never have to be a boy again. Perhaps next semester, but we both need to be absolutely sure it's what you want." "I think it is," Shannon said, "but I guess I should give it more time." "Take all the time you need," I said, and kissed her again. After dinner we took our wine glasses and sat on the couch, kissing and cuddling as usual. After a time Shannon got up and reached under her skirt, removing her pretty green panties, and handing them to me. "What's this about?" I asked. "Silly boy," said Shannon, "what do you THINK it's about?" I smiled and pressed her panties to my nose and smelled a mixture of her perfume and perspiration. I put the panties in my pocket and pulled Shannon close to me. I reached under her skirt moved up her soft inner thigh, loving the smoothness of her skin. I reached her clitty and took it into my hand. It was already hard, and when I squeezed it gently she nearly jammed her tongue down my throat! I continued squeezing her clitty as we kissed and she purred like a kitten. "I've never felt like this before," Shannon confessed, "and I am completely under your control." "Do you need to cum, dear?" I asked. "Oh yes, please," she said, kissing me more. I knelt on the floor next to the couch and raised Shannon's skirt while looking into here pretty hazel eyes. I admired Shannon's small, very pretty clitty. Her clitty was about 10cm long, and very hard. I took her into my mouth and gently sucked. She was squealing with delight and ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her, and began pulling my head to her. She yelled out as she climaxed, giving me her hot girl juice. Shannon collapsed on the couch and I took my place next to her, happily swallowing her juice. "That was wonderful," she said, "but I shouldn't have done that – I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry!" I insisted, "your clitty did exactly what it was supposed to, and I'm glad." We cuddled on the couch for awhile until Shannon said, "I think it's time for bed." I kissed her again and led her to the bedroom. That night Shannon wore her nightie to bed with nothing underneath. I loved the feeling of her bare buns against me. "Are you ok with what happened tonight?" I asked. "You made it VERY OK, Bill," she replied, "and thank you for helping me work through my inner conflicts. Shannon was becoming more and more confident about being a girl and I was so grateful that she was mine. I took her soft clitty into my hand and held it as we drifted off to sleep. –––––––––––––––––––– 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