I awoke thinking about Saige. After reading the information online about gender dysphoria and transgender transitioning, I was convinced that she was indeed a girl, even though she still had boy parts. As I reflected upon yesterday, I found it strangely amusing that I was shocked upon seeing her balls – thinking I had inadvertently committed a very gay act.

In all other respects she was absolutely feminine, which was very easy to accept, though I was unsure how I would deal with her boy parts. For now, I thought I'd simply ignore them. I knew there was gender conforming surgery that would remove them, so perhaps ignoring them until surgery seemed to make sense. We had much to talk about.

At school I found Saige before our classes started and said, "I'd still like you to be my girlfriend, but need you to be patient with me – I have a lot to learn and no experience with anything like this."

"I'm still learning to be a girl," she replied, "So we can learn together. Let's talk at my place after school."

I was glad we had the chance to talk. I wanted to put Saige's mind at ease and move forward with our relationship. During some of the less interesting class times I daydreamed about Saige, and the intimacy that lay ahead. I intended to continue kissing her ass while ignoring the balls. Making love to her anally was something I really looked forward to – I heard that it's amazingly tight and very exciting. I wondered about her breasts. She seemed to have them, but they might be fake. I also wondered about the surgery. It would make her a true woman, but the very thought of it made me cringe! There was so much I just didn't understand.

After school, at Saige's house she said, "Mark, I am so glad you accept me as a girl and I want to make this as easy on you as possible, but I have to understand how you feel about some things. For instance, my boy parts are still there – how will that affect our intimacy?"

I responded, "I was thinking I could just ignore them for now – do you see any problem with that?"

"No," agreed Saige, "I've been trying to do that myself, so I guess we can just do it together."

"I read about the gender conforming surgery," I said, "Is that something you plan to do?"

"Specifically, it's called a vaginoplasty," she said, "Yes, I hope to, but it's really expensive, and I'm not sure our health insurance will cover it."

"It seems really extreme," I said, "I sure wouldn't want it done to me!"

"Of course not," she agreed, "Because you're a boy – it's different for me, although I do worry about it a little – it's really major surgery, and some people don't wake up from the anesthesia. Normal recovery can take as long as six months, but there can be side effects that make it much longer.

"May I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"Almost everything about us is personal," Saige stressed, "So ask anything you want any time."

"Do you have real breasts?" I asked.

"Yes, let me show you," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her bra up to expose two really beautifully formed breasts.

"Those are really pretty," I said, did they happen naturally – I mean as part of being a girl born into a boy's body?"

"No," she explained, "I had to start taking female hormones before I started puberty so I would develop female traits instead of male ones. I also had to take a testosterone blocker to suppress male development. I still have to take them both every day now. Please put your hands on my breasts and see how you like them."

Other girls allowed me feel them, but Saige was inviting me to – it seemed that nearly every day I was discovering another aspect of her that was special. Her breasts fit into my hands nicely and as I fondled her, she moaned. I gently squeezed her nipples and she moaned with pleasure. There was no doubting that she was a girl now!

I drew close to Saige and we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing together.

"I liked what we did yesterday," I said, "Could we do it again?"

"Sure," she agreed, "But first let me see what you can do with my nipples."

I brought my mouth to her left nipple and began to suck. "You can bite very gently if you like," she instructed. This was all so new to me, but I was eager to learn. As I sucked and nibbled her nipple enlarged and hardened a bit as she moaned. After a time, she said, "Now do the other – equal time – just to be fair."

I moved to the other nipple and repeated the treatment, enjoying her continued moaning. After a few more minutes she said, "You've earned the next part."

She knelt on the couch as she did yesterday, but this time it was up to me to lift her skirt and lower her panties. Her ass was so beautifully femme that I was immediately drawn to it. I didn't need her help to spread her cheeks. I found the sight of her tender pucker to be extremely arousing, and immediately pressed my mouth to it. Once again she was wonderfully clean and without hesitation I pressed my tongue as far into her as I could. It seemed strange that such an act could be so arousing for both of us, but it was, so I just continued for as long as I could.

I drew back and told Saige that was all I could do for now, but hoped to get better at it, with more stamina, with experience. While I was planning to ignore her boy parts, I was curious to see them, so I asked, and Saige turned around, sitting on the couch and lifted her skirt for me to see. Sure enough there was a cock, but it was small – maybe three inches, but it was fully erect!

I realized that I had aroused her with my oral attentions, but now there was no relief for her – that didn't seem right. "How do you climax?" I asked.

"For now, I don't," she explained, "But later I'll stroke myself. Some trans-girls are able to climax from anal love making, but I'm not sure if that will work for me."

I want to be able to satisfy you just as you satisfy me," I said, "But I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to," she said, "I've resigned myself to that, so please don't worry about it."

"But it's not right," I said, "I saw pictures online of guys sucking girls like you – would that work?"

"No way I'm gonna let you do that!" she insisted, "It's not that important to me."

"It's important for me to take good care of you," I insisted. Saige pulled her panties up and put her skirt down, as if telling me those parts were off limits." It was time for me to leave, so I wouldn't be there when her parents arrived. Before I left, I asked Saige to think about how we can break the news to her parents. She said that could be difficult and may take some time for her to work out. I kissed her and went home.

That night I looked at online porn, focusing on men sucking trans-women. I imagined the man being me and the woman being Saige. I quickly got aroused and came strongly, now wanting more than ever to go down on Saige. Instead of thinking of it as a blowjob, I just reasoned that I would be going down on my girlfriend – something any guy who cared about his girlfriend would do!

The next day when I visited Saige, I told her I wanted to do more "special kisses" which became code for our routine of nibbling her nipples and kissing her ass, but without all the words.

"I really like those special kisses," Saige shared, "I think each time you do them I get more turned on than the last time."

Encouraged by that, I planned to do even better this time. As I sucked her nipples, Saige held my head, running her fingers through hair, moaning the entire time. I took my time, wanting to do my very best for Saige. I went from left nipple to right and then repeated, before moving on. Saige got into position on the couch and soon I had her cheeks spread with my tongue deep inside her. I reached through, between her legs and fondled her little cock, which soon was rock hard. I heard her saying, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Then suddenly Saige stood up and turned around, pushing her little cock into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise as she pumped her cock in and out of my mouth while holding onto my head tightly. Then she climaxed, shooting into my mouth. I never expected anything like that – it was strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I welcomed it, since it meant that she climaxed, which is what I wanted to happen – I just didn't know it would happen this way.

Saige held my head close to her as she drained into my mouth and then suddenly stiffened and said, "Oh Mark, I'm sooo sorry – I never meant to do that!"

"What just happened?" I asked.

"You just got me so turned on I lost control," she said, "I never meant to do that – please forgive me."

"That was a complete surprise to me," I said, "But I'm glad it happened – I really wanted to take good care of you."

"But what I did wasn't very lady-like," she said, "And I should never have shot into your mouth – I hope you didn't swallow it."

"Of course I did," I insisted, "I welcome the nectar of your orgasm, and swallowed every precious drop!"

"I have a confession," I said, "I really wanted you to climax, but wasn't quite sure the best way to do it. I never expected it to play out exactly like this, but I'm glad it did!"

"Are you sure you're okay with all this?" she asked, "Does it threaten your straightness at all?"

"Not at all," I assured her, "If I did this with a guy it sure would be a problem, but I'm just so glad to take care of my lady."

"I've been thinking," I said, "That at least some of your boy parts aren't really boy parts at all."

"I don't understand," confessed Saige.

I took hold of her now-soft cock and said, "I think that for you, this is really a clitty, and works well as such."

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"The purpose of a clitty is to provide pleasure for both of us, and that's exactly what it does. It's now a girl part, and I don't need to ignore it."

"That's sure a different perspective," she said, "For years I hated that part, sometimes thinking about just cutting it off, but now I'm seeing it differently – thanks to you!"

"What about my balls?" she asked, "I can't think of anything femme about them."

"Well, maybe there is," I said, "They aren't very big, but are kind of wrinkly like vagina labia. I'll bet you'd like it if I licked you there."

"I'm sure open to giving it a try," she said.

"This is kind of a breakthrough for both of us," I said, "I'm actually kind of proud that I turned you on so much that you lost control."

"You're quite a guy, Mark," she said, "My guy!"

"This guy now feels completely comfortable about you," I said, "I have no doubt about your femininity and welcome any kind of intimacy with you."

Saige pulled to me, and we kissed passionately. "I need to tell my parents about you soon!" she declared, as I prepared to leave for home.

"I look forward to meeting them," I said.

"Me too," Saige agreed, "If you survive," smiling.

I chuckled as I walked home, but then realized that her father might see me as a threat to Saige – I sure hoped not.

  To be continued . . .

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