We walked from the car to the Mall entrance, and I really liked it when Rachel took my hand. It was a small thing, but it made me feel like we were a couple, and I felt like I wanted the world to know, and holding hands kind of shouted that out for all to see.

As we walked, something seemed to be troubling Rachel. "What's on your mind, dear?" I asked.

"All those women with real breasts out there!" she said.

"You look just fine," I said, "In fact more than fine!"

"But mine aren't real," Rachel protested.

"You and I are the only ones who know!" I insisted.

"Sure, but I really want real ones," she replied.

"Would you be willing to take female hormones?" I asked.

"In a heartbeat!" she affirmed, "But I don't know how to get them."

"That can be remedied," I said, "We'll be meeting with the therapist Monday afternoon."

"Would that be alright with you?" she asked.

"Of course," I assured her, "I like you the way you are, but with breasts you would be even better!"

Rachel smiled and gripped my hand a little more firmly as we walked on. "How long do you think it will take?"

"From what I've read," I said, "It will take several months before you see any difference – and over a year for you to reach your maximum size."

"That would be great!" she said, and her look of concern morphed into a smile. I like it when Rachel is happy and tried my best to keep her that way.

Rachel clearly relaxed as we walked. She was very tense at first, perhaps fearful that she might be recognized, but I assured her that the people who were looking were just admiring her.

After half an hour or so she seemed completely at-ease. Then we hit a little snag. "We have to go," Rachel announced.

"Why?" I asked.

"I have to pee," she said.

"Use the ladies room," I said.

"I've never done that," she said, "I'm afraid to – I could get in trouble."

"You're fears are misplaced, my love," I said, "Will you trust me?"

"I trust you completely," Rachel confirmed.

I led her into a large department store and said, "There's a restroom here – I'll wait for you."

"I'm scared, Marty," she protested.

"Rachel dear," I replied, "Just walk in and if there is anyone else there try not to make eye contact – just go directly to a stall. When you're done, just wash your hands and leave – if anyone talks to you, just smile and give a quick answer."

"What if they see that I'm not real?" she said.

"Rachel, that won't happen," I assured her, "Now get started and I'll be rooting for you!"

She let go of my hand and pushed the door open. I knew that this was a big deal for her. Though I knew the risk was minimal, her fear was very real, and I meant to put her at ease.

In two minutes, Rachel came out smiling. "It was empty," she said, "And you were right, it's not such a big deal."

"It's kind of a small thing," I said, "But it's an important part of your growth as a woman."

As we walked further, I spotted signs for another rest room. "There's another," I said.

"I just went," she said.

"Then just pretend," I said, "Nobody will know."

"Okay," she said, "For you."

"No, for you," I said, "I want you to be so accustomed to this that it never causes you fear again."

She smiled and went in. Right afterward two other women went in, so I knew she wouldn't be alone.

I waited for almost five minutes before she emerged.

"There were three other women in there," she said, "One was there already and a couple more came in after me."

"What took so long?" I asked.

"I just sat in the stall waiting for them to leave, but these two women just hung around talking," she explained, "So I finally flushed and left."

"Was it okay?" I asked.

Rachel laughed and said, "No problem at all – I even talked with them a bit – there was nothing to be afraid of."

We walked on and when we came to another restroom Rachel took the initiative. "I want to check my makeup," she said, and off she went, entering right after another woman.

A few minutes later she came out smiling. "Thank you so much for helping me through this," she said, "I'd been afraid of this for a long time, but now I see it's no big deal!"

As we walked on, we came to a movie theater and chose a movie to see. We went in and sat in the middle toward the back.

I lost no time and leaned over to kiss her. We weren't very blatant about our making out until the lights went down, and then it got serious. I slipped my hand up her dress, then she said, "hold on."

She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, slipping them over her feet and handing them to me. That was a pretty clear invitation that I wasn't going to overlook. I reached under her dress and took hold of Rachel's clitty. It was soft, but I quickly felt it harden. Her kisses grew more passonate, and it seemed like squeezing her clitty was like turning up the volume on her passion. Fondling and kissing really went together wonderfully!

Neither of us saw much of the movie, but we had a great time just the same. Before we knew it the movie was over and Rachel was still hard. "This is going to be a problem," she said, "I can't be seen like this."

I could see it would be a problem so I withdrew my hand and just held Rachel's hand until she was ready to go. We stood up and she said, "Oh, I'm still showing."

"Hold your purse in front of you and stay close to me," I said, and we walked out of the theater. We took an exit that led directly outside. Rachel felt a little safer now, away from the crowd.

We walked to the car and I opened the door for Rachel. When I got in, she leaned over and kissed me, saying, "You really know how to get a girl going!"

"I know I have to take care of you now – I won't overlook your needs," I said, as I reached under her dress and grasped her clitty. Rachel moaned with delight, and I wondered if she could wait until we got back to my place. Then I saw a small wooded roadside park and turned into it.

"What are you up to?" Rachel asked, but I just smiled and told her she'd soon find out.

I parked the car and got out. Opening Rachel's door, I helped her out. "I'm really showing now!" she said.

I pulled her to me, kissing her, while fondling her clitty further. The park was deserted, which was perfect. I led her to a picnic table out of sight from the road, smiling at how her dress was tenting from her arousal.

I had her sit on the table part of a picnic table and while I sat on the bench facing her. With her legs parted and feet on either side of me, I lifted her dress and admired Rachel's aroused clitty. I took her into my mouth and in less than a minute she gave me her juice. I let her finish squirting and then swallowed her precious gift.

I took Rachel's panties out of my pocket and gave them to her, saying, "I think you'll fit back into these now." I stood up and Rachel slipped her panties back on.

"You're a pretty adventurous guy!" she said, and I just smiled as I opened the car door for her, still enjoying the taste of her juice.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)