Becoming Ben's Part 11    
          by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)  



This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for an adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex do not continue.  



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Author’s note:
When a gender dysphoric man tries his best to be a man, including military service, perhaps it is time to be the girl he was meant to be. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!

    Ben drove me to the Tranquility town hall and I filled out some paperwork. When it asked for gender, there was M, F, m2f(1), m2f(2), m2f(3), m2f(4) and I hesitated for a moment. Ben suggested that I indicate m2f(2) for now, which can be changed if I had an orchi. A little confused, I selected that option, and completed the rest of the forms.

The clerk welcomed me and handed me a Tranquitity ID card and a public transportation card. She explained that I had access to free public transportation. If I was going somewhere off the bus route I could call for a free taxi anywhere in Tranquility.

That was very welcomed, since I didn't have a car and didn't want to bother other people to get rides.

We left and Ben drove us to a restaurant for dinner. During dinner I asked, "Why were they so specific about the details of my transition – it felt so intrusive?"

"It is so men know the sort of girl they are pursuing," said Ben, "in the outside world what happens when a man who is dating a women that he thinks is genetic discovers she is actually transgendered?"

"It's usually not a happy occasion," I answered, "sometimes violent."

"This way you will have the opportunity to meet a man who wants a girl just like you," Ben continued.

"I'm not looking for another man," I said, "if you will have me."

"You are not yet married or committed," Ben explained, "but as for me, I prefer a Option 3 girl, but Option 1 or Option 2 will be ok as well."

"For now I'm Option 2, but am leaning toward Option 3 when I am able to," I said, "but what if I later choose Option 4?"

"While I would not seek an Option 4 girl," said Ben, "if I was in love with you, I would want you to be happy."

"Do you love me?" I asked. I had no business asking that – I knew I was putting Ben in a tough situation.

Ben hesitated, and then said, "no, not yet – but I think I am heading that way."

"That's good enough for now," I said, "and don't worry, I want no part of Option 4."

Ben smiled and reached over to kiss me.

We finished dinner and returned home. In anticipation of playtime with Ben I excused myself to freshen up. I had douched earlier in the day, but I wanted to be extra sure that I was "kissing clean".

I went to the bedroom and Ben proceeded to undress me. I stood before Ben wearing only my bra, garter belt and hose. Ben embraced me and took my clitty into his hand, squeezing gently – I responded, increasing the passion of my kisses.

Ben put me on the bed on all fours, spead my cheeks and kissed me deeply. It was such an incredible feeling I could take all Ben was willing to give. He continued to kiss me for a time and then stopped and put some lube on his fingers. He slipped one into me and then the other. Knowing how good it felt, it was easy for me to relax and take him in more easily. I enjoyed his wiggling and spreading his fingers, preparing me for Ben himself.

Ben put lube on his hard cock and pressed it to my rosebud. I relaxed further and pressed down and his cock head slipped in. "You doing ok?" asked Ben. I nodded and Ben pushed in further.

He seemed to remember my depth and stopped before "bottoming out".

I sighed with delight as Ben slowly stroked in and out of me, my clitty hardening all the more. Ben placed my legs on his shoulders and gently squeezed my nipples as he stroked. He went slowly, seeming to be in no hurry at all – this was an absolute dream for me – I had heard that most men go fast and finish early.

Ben put lube on him hand and massaged my erect clitty while he continued to pump me to delight. My clitty felt wonderful as he massaged me and soon I was cumming on my belly. Seeing that I had cum, Ben released my sensitive clitty and finished fucking me, holding my legs tightly as he pumped into me.

We remained coupled while we caught our breath, then Ben withdrew and told me to stay there. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up, returning with a wet, soapy washcloth. He lovingly cleaned me, front and back.

He set the washcloth aside and lay next to me, holding me tenderly. I felt so safe and cared for.

"I'm glad I gave my virginity to YOU!" I said.

Ben said he was honored with my gift to him. "Did you want to get a tatoo?" asked Ben.

"Why a tatoo?" I asked, "that seems a strange why to celebrate."

"It's not a celebration," Ben explained, "but when a girl gives up her virginity in Tranquility, she will often get a tatoo, usually just above her clitty."

"Like Jessica's rose tatoo," I said.

"You have seen her tatoo?" Ben asked.

"Yes, but she didn't tell me what it meant," I responded, "she was showing me what an orchi looked like."

"What kind of tatoo shall I get?" I asked.

"Well, you don't HAVE to, it is your choice," Ben said, "Some men tell their ladies what to get, but I want you to choose what you like the best, because you will wear it from now on."

"I think I would like some sort of flower," I said, "but something different from the rose, like Jessica has."

"I can have a tatoo artist come over and bring a book of flower designs if you like," Ben offered.

I agreed and Ben said he would have him over tomorrow afternoon.

We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)