Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2016 00:31:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Becoming Becky Part 18 Becoming Becky (part 18) It seems like a dream-come-true when a young gender dysphoric boy has understanding parents who supports his transition. When she gets engaged, she faces the challenge of how to tell her fiancι! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– "Well don't just leave me standing in the doorway like this!" Joanne exclaimed. Jolted back to his senses, Bob quickly entered and closed the door. "You seem to like what you see," said Joanne, opening the robe and allowing it to drop to the floor, standing naked before Bob. "Yes, I like EVERYTHING that I see," replied Bob, taking Joanne into his arms. It was like a dream, holding this naked beauty in his arms. He ran his hands over her back as he held her, gently squeezing her ample buns, looking forward the delights that awaited him. "I thought we might have a little playtime before dinner," Joanne said, "I've got dinner in the oven and it has to bake for an hour, so we have some time." They kissed for awhile, and Bob took Joanne's clitty in his hand, increasing the intensity of her kisses. Joanne led Bob to the bedroom and undressed him, finding that he was more than ready for what she had in mind. They lay on the bed together and Bob explored Joanne's pretty breasts. Though they were small – perhaps B sized – but they looked really pretty. Bob didn't think anything bigger would look right on her. He cupped a breast in his hand and realized that as small as it was, it still filled his hand – what more could he want? "I have to do something about those," Joanne said. "No, don't!" shot back Bob, "I mean, it's your body and you can do what you want, but I think they look just fine!" "You really think so?" asked Joanne, "I wear breast forms in my bra so I look better in public, but I want to look good for you also." "Wear what you want for the public," replied Bob, "but don't go getting yourself cut up for me – I honestly like your breasts just the way they are!" Joanne reached over and kissed Bob, and Bob slipped down and took a nipple into his mouth. Joanne moaned with delight as her nipple hardened. Bob sucked the other nipple while squeezing the one he had left gently between his fingers. His other women all had much larger breasts, but none had such sexy nipples. Bob noticed that Joanne's clitty had hardened in response to the nipple attention. Bob lay looking into Joanne's' pretty eyes as he continued to hold her clitty. "You seem to be much more interested in my clitty than I thought you would be," she said. "Is that okay?" asked Bob, unsure if he was making a mistake that Jim hadn't warned him about. "It's wonderful!" said Joanne, "just unexpected." While they lay there on their sides, Bob gently rubbed Joanne's back. "That is so soothing," she said. Bob asked her to lay face down and knelt over Joanne, straddling her legs, with his cock resting between her cheeks. He hadn't intended that, but the sight immediately aroused him, but he stuck with his original intent. Leaning forward, Bob took hold of Joanne's shoulders and squeezed, deeply massaged the muscles. He massaged the muscles of her neck and moved to the shoulders, then down her back. When he got to her buns he kneaded them with his hands, loving the look and feel of her sexy bottom. Joanne seemed to enjoy it as well, so Bob paused there a bit longer before moving on. Bob got off Joanne and knelt next to her while he massaged her legs, feet and toes. He kept his eyes on her pretty buns, as if worried that they might get away. Bob was fully erect and as he moved back up the bed, Joanne took him in her hand and squeezed firmly. Bob paused to enjoy Joanne's attention, and then she said, "is that all?" Bob leaned over and kissed Joanne's cheek, then her ear, then the back of her neck. He kissed the shoulders and then gave her tender kisses down her back. He paused at the very top of her crack and licked her, as if warning her of what was to come. "Mmmmm," was Joanne's response. Bob gently kissed her crack, and the cheeks before pressing his lips firmly to her crack, near the bottom, and extending his tongue. Joanne flinched at this, but let out a soft moan. Bob licked her crack from bottom to top while Joanne's moaning intensified. Emboldened, Bob placed his hands on Joanne's hips and lifted her to a kneeling position. He spread her cheeks and revealed her tender pucker, and simply could not resist. He leaned forward and brought his lips to her pucker as Joanne cried out in pleasure. Soon he was working his tongue in and out of her wonderfully clean hole, while squeezing Joanne's firm but small clitty. He rolled Joanne onto her back and put her legs over his shoulders as he took her clitty into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Joanne got very vocal and ran her fingers through his hair as she urged him on. Soon she climaxed and gently touched Bob's cheek, signaling him to stop. Bob moved up the bed and lay next to Joanne, holding her tenderly. "Where did you learn all that?" she asked. "I just had a father-to-son talk," he confessed. "Yes, I remember Becky telling me how he coached Bill," she said, "you certainly learned quickly!" They kissed for awhile and the kitchen timer sounded, indicating that dinner was ready. They got up, dressed casually and sat down for dinner. "You are incredibly different than any other woman," said Bob, "and much better!" Joanne smiled and said, "You are much different than I expected." "How so?" asked Bob. "Based on how you had treated Becky for most of her life I just thought you were and asshole," she said, "but I see that isn't the case." "I guess I was an asshole for much of my life," Bob agreed, "I just didn't understand – maybe I didn't want to – but I'm glad I know better now. Their conversation progressed, and Bob said, "Joanne dear, I feel so differently about you than I have for any other women and I –" "Don't say anything that you don't really mean!" warned Joanne. Bob stopped and thought better of it, but knowing that one day soon he would have to confess his love to Joanne. "Ok, then I have a question," said Bob. "You can ask me anything, hun," replied Joanne. "What happened to your balls?" inquired Bob, "I couldn't help noticing their absence." "Yes, they are absent alright!" declared Joanne, "I had them removed when I was in my early teens – an orchidectomy like Becky had." "Oh," was all Bob could say, he involuntarily squeezed his legs together, as if to protect his balls. "One more thing," said Bob, "did you have your gender status legally changed?" Joanned reached into her purse and took out her driver's license, handing it to Bob. Bob was pleased to see that the gender clearly stated "F", and continued to look at the license. "Anything wrong?" asked Joanne. "Yes," said Bob, "everyone knows that driver's license pictures look terrible, but this one looks every bit as beautiful as you do!" "Flattery will get you everywhere!" was Joanne's smiling response. –––––––––––––––––––– 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