Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 17:21:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Bill and Ann Part 8 I am an older married man who has dated many cross dressers and transgender women over the years. At first it was a kinky "walk and the wild side" but over time I came to really have feelings for the person, and that became more important than the intimacy we had. The movie "Soldier's Girl" was very moving and helped me realize that I really wanted to LOVE a transgender woman. I have had several truly wonderful loving relationships, and have come to believe that if I knew what I know now when I was young, I would have married a transgender woman. This series is a fantasy in which I imagine what that life might have been like. It is set in the late 1960's, when I was a teen. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Bill and Ann Part 8 I stopped at Jim and Melissa's house to pick up Ann's new birth certificates. I had saved every penny to pay for the $500 fee. Jim handed me a envelope, which I eagerly accepted. It contained two sheets of cardboard, protecting two notarized birth certificates. I instpected them and found them to be perfect! I was so happy to have this, which would liberate my Ann's future! As I attempted to pay, Melissa stopped me, and said, "We'll cover that – you and Ann are like family to us and we are glad to help her to a brighter future." I was overjoyed and thanked them profusely, "You both have been so wonderful to both of us, and I feel like you are family to me as well." I stopped by the Post Office on the way to Ann's house and picked up a Social Security Number application. Arriving at Ann's house, Ann greeted me with a big kiss – a wonderful way be received. After showing Ann and Helen the birth certificates and telling them how Jim and Melissa had covered the cost, Aunt Helen said, "Before we do anything else, we must send them a thank you note – it's right thing to do." After we wrote and stamped the thank you note, we filled out and signed the Social Security number application, enclosed one of the birth certificates and stamped the envelope. I invited Ann to come into town with me, where we would mail the two items. "Before you leave, Bill," she said, "I'd like a word with you." Wondering what I had done wrong this time, I went into another room with her. "As you know, I'm very protective of Ann, and have long been wary of your intentions," she said, "yesterday you gave Ann her first climax, which she will never forget, but why did you leave her a virgin?" "Yesterday was for Ann, not for me – I expect I will have other opportunities. I wanted nothing to take away from the special joy I wanted to give her," I explained. "You are quite a remarkable boy – one I gladly welcome into my family, she said, "Ann will be calling me 'Mom' and I want you to as well, because I have come to see you as family." "Gladly, Mom," I said, smiling. I breathed a sigh of relief as I excused myself. Ann and I walked to the bus stop, carrying our two envelopes to post. We held hands as we walked, both rejoiced in our new happiness. Arriving in town, I dropped the two envelopes in a mailbox, took Ann's hand again, and we walked toward several shops. Arriving at a jewelry shop, I led Ann in and took her to a counter where rings were displayed. She looked at the rings and then at me and said, "What is this all about?" "I wanted to buy you a ring, as a symbol of my love and commitment to you," I responded. "But we are way too young to get married," she protested. "In a few years we will be old enough, but this is not an engagement ring, but rather a friendship ring," I explained. "They are all so beautiful, and expensive," Ann responded. "I was prepared to spend $500 for your birth certificate; I can certainly afford to buy a ring for the love of my life!", I said. Ann kissed me and we began to look for the right ring. We found one that was just right for Ann, and discussed sizing with the jeweler. He said that if I bought it now he could size the ring by the end of the day, so we could pick it up before we returned home. I paid the jeweler $230 and was handed a receipt. We agreed to stop back to pick up the ring just before 5pm. "I'm sorry that I could not afford a diamond, but had to settle for a less expensive zircon," I said, "but I promise that your engagement ring will be a diamond." "No matter," said Ann, "you have made me the happiest girl in the world!" We stopped at a local malt shop and ordered a chocolate malt, which we shared. Ann was doing a lot of smiling, and I was enjoying every smile. We held hands and talked about some of our plans. We picked up the ring just before 5pm. Outside the shop I took the ring from the box, and took Ann's hand, slipping the ring on her finger, saying, "With this ring I pledge my undying love, and promise to always be true to you." Ann pulled me to her and kissed me. We rode the bus home, with Ann anxious to show off her new ring at home. When we got to Ann's house and she showed Helen the ring, Helen asked, "Is that an engagement ring?" "It's a friendship ring," I said. "Ok, just so you know, when you ask Ann to marry you, I will approve, but I still want you to ask," said Helen. "I will, I promise, Mom," I said. I said that I should be going home, but Ann stopped me, and told me I had to come to her room first. When we got to her room she closed the door, dropped to her knees and unzipped me. She took my cock out of my pants and into her mouth. I immediately responded and she sucked me like she really meant it – and she did! The feeling was wonderful and the sight of her sucking me filled me with desire for her, and soon I was cumming. I wasn't sure if it was okay to cum in her mouth but it was too late now – I was well beyond holding back. My knees became weak and I leaned against the wall as I gazed at the girl I love. "That was wonderful!" I said, lifting her to her feet and kissing the pretty lips that moments earlier had engulfed my cock. As we kissed I tasted my own cum, but was glad to do so, grateful for such a wonderful girl. I left for home, thinking about how wonderful my life had become! To be continued . . . Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)