I took Rachel to see the endocrinologist, and he drew some blood for some tests. He said it was critical to getting the hormone dosage right. He asked if Rachel wanted Spiro, a testosterone blocker.

"No," she said, "Just the Estradiol."

"You realize that you will still have whiskers and body hair and some other male characteristics," he cautioned.

"That's fine," agreed Rachel, "As long as I'll be able to grow breasts."

"Oh, you will, though it may take a little longer. You'll also experience some softening of the skin and rounder hips," he added.

"Super," replied Rachel.

He said he would determine her dosage of Estradiol once he got the blood test results and send the prescription to Rachel's pharmacy.

We thanked him and departed. On the drive back I asked Rachel, "Why didn't you want Spriro?"

"It's also known as chemical castration – it shrinks the penis and makes it more difficult to cum," she explained, "With long term use it stops ejaculation and can prevent orgasm entirely."

"If you can do fine without it," I agreed, "Then that's best – I don't want anything to get in the way of the pleasure you feel."

"Marty," asked Rachel, "At Dr. Conrad's you seemed almost disappointed to find that I wasn't gender dysphoric – why was that?"

"I was surprised," I replied, "But not disappointed. I thought we had it all figured out and had never heard of gender fluid before."

"Are you okay with me being gender fluid?" she asked.

"I'm okay with YOU – very okay in fact," I responded, "I don't care what it's called."

"By the way," I added, "I like your clitty the way it is."

"You've become a real clitty admirer," she responded.

"Just yours," I assured her, "I'm not interested in any other one."

In a week Rachel began the Estradiol. At first the only change was Rachel becoming a little more emotional, which was fine with me. But a little while later her nipples became so sensitive that I couldn't suck them. The only good part about that was that it meant that her breasts were growing. After a month it was okay to gently fondle her breasts, but nipple pinching was definitely out!

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It's been two years since I first met Rachel and her breasts are now fully developed. They are lovely B cups – not huge, but the perfect size for my hands. Her nipples are no longer sensitive, and I suck them regularly. We settled on a balance between Ray and Rachel that really works well. Ray goes to work and becomes Rachel in the evening and until the next morning. I keep some clothes for both Ray and Rachel at my place, so Ray can go right to work from here. Of course, we car pool, and sometimes as I drive Ray holds my hand – but I know it's really Rachel, just dressed as Ray. I've asked them to move in with me and after much deliberation they agreed. We plan to sell Ray's house, since there is no need for two of them.

I broached the subject of marriage, and Rachel was flattered, but she pointed out that because she was legally a male that it would have to be a same-sex marriage. "That's should be okay," I said, "Nobody else needs to know."

"But it's a matter of public record," insisted Rachel, "so anyone who does any digging there will know – it would be like publicly declaring that you are gay."

"Not exactly publicly," I said, "But even if someone finds out, it's worth it to be married to you."

"I would be declaring that I was gay also," Rachel pointed out. I hadn't thought of that and didn't want to burden her with that.

"Okay," I said, "Then answer me this: if it weren't a same sex marriage, would you marry me?"

Rachel kissed me, and then replied, "I do."

"You mean you would?" I asked.

"No, I mean I will," she affirmed, "I have no chance for a normal life, but with you I can have the life that I want, so yes – I do – I do – I do!"

I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, but now we had a whole lot of planning to do!!

  The End.

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)