Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2016 02:20:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Caught My Best Friend Part 7 Caught My Best Friend (part 7) What do you do when your best friend since high school turns out to be a cross-dresser? Is your friendship strong enough to survive this? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– The next day I called Lynne Redmond, the therapist recommended by the support group moderator. I explained that I was calling on behalf of a gender dysphoric friend and would like to set up an initial counseling session. Lynn explained that on the first meeting she would do an evaluation. I pressed for the earliest possible appointment and she said she had a cancellation and could see us at 6:30 this evening. I accepted and immediately called Jim and we agreed that I would pick up Ginnie at 6:00 tonight. I was pleased that our good fortune and hope that Ginnie would be able to begin her transition that much sooner as a result. That evening I picked up Ginnie, who was ready on time. She looked as lovely as ever. I kissed her, but limited myself to that, intent on getting Ginnie to the therapist on time. Upon our arrival we filled out some paperwork and I paid for the session in advance. Ginnie wanted to pay, but I told her I would take care of this first session. We waited until our appointed time, and as promised, Lynne invited us into her counseling room at 6:30 as expected. She asked a number of questions about Ginnie's history and any medical tests done. We explained that Ginnie was having difficulty continuing on a man because it was such a huge deviation from her true self. She feared that her feminine nature would slip out and lead to ridicule and job failure. Lynne asked about Ginnie's work, and she explained that Jim was a civil engineer working for the city in the water department. Lynne smiled and explained that our city was very progressive and several years ago passed legislation barring discrimination for the usual reasons, as well as gender expression. She knew that they supported gender transition by placing transitioning employees in other departments, where they had not been known for their previous gender. Lynne promised to call the Human Resources department and determine who Ginnie should contact regarding her transition. Lynne said she understood that the city's health care plan provided some amount of transition support. Lynn explained that she usually would not recommend transition for at least six months, but based on Ginnie's history she felt that an immediate transition was warranted. She said that if Ginnie wanted to begin taking female hormones that she could recommend some appropriate doctors. She said that the herbal supplements that Ginnie had been taking were relatively harmless, but not very effective. She stressed that hormones should only be taken under a doctor's supervision – she was dead serious about that, citing that kidney failure or death could result from an improper dosage. Ginnie said she would have to think about when she would be ready to begin, if at all. We discussed a variety of surgical procedures that included Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS) and a number of specialize feminization procedures. Ginnie's facial features were sufficiently feminine that much of the feminization procedures were not needed. The GRS would result in her penis and testicles being converted into a vagina. It was complex and expensive surgery done under general anesthetic. Lynne also said that some of her fee should be covered by Ginnie's healthcare plan, and she would confirm when she called the Human Resources department. If so, she would file for reimbursement and give us a refund if covered. The hour passed quickly and we made a follow-up appointment and thanked Lynne before departing. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner and discussed next steps. We discussed hormones, and Ginnie decided that she wanted to begin them. She found GRS to be just too extreme. "I want to be a woman," said Ginnie, "but I really like my clitty." "I like it too," I admitted, "and see no reason you can't keep it for the rest of your life." "I think what is most important," I continued, "is that you live and present as a woman full time – what is between your legs is just between us." Ginnie agreed and thanked me for helping her so much – she felt she had made enormous progress in the last few days, largely due to my help. "How about if remain Ginnie all weekend and you spend the entire weekend with me?" Ginnie asked. I also felt like celebrating and agreed. On the way home we stopped by a beverage shop and purchased a bottle of cold wine. We stopped by my house to pick up some clothing and other items and then proceeded to Ginnie's house. Upon entering Ginnie's house we embraced and kissed. I opened the bottle of wine and poured glasses for us. We sat on the couch enjoying our wine and each other. Ginnie was excited about transitioning at work and looked forward to receiving the name of the HR contact from Lynne. As she thought about it, she realized that she was nervous about making that contact, and asked if I could help. I agreed to call the HR contact, but they might only be willing to meet with Ginnie alone, but I agreed to try. It was getting late and it had been a big day for both of us, and we were tired, so we decided to turn in soon. We got ready for bed and Ginnie changed into her nightie, this time without the bra or panties. "Please take your wig off while the light is still on," I requested. "Why?" she asked. "Because that will signal that you are okay with my seeing you like that." I replied. Ginnie hesitated, and then removed her wig. I ran my fingers through her short hair and said, "you can let your hair grow now, and one day you won't need a wig." "That's wonderful!" said Ginnie, "but it will take some time." "I expect to be with you throughout your journey, dear." I assured her, "and then some." We got into bed and embraced, but soon I was fondling Ginnie's clitty, bringing her to full arousal. "You better not start anything you don't intend to finish," she said with a smile. "I will finish alright," I assured her, "and it will help you sleep better." I moved down the bed and spread Ginnie's legs. Putting her legs over my shoulders I took her clitty into my mouth and gently sucked her. I just sucked gently so she didn't climax too quickly, but could enjoy it longer. Sucking gently was easier for me as well, so I could last longer. She loved to run her fingers through my hair as I sucked her. Soon she climaxed and I just remained there for a time, until she beckoned me to move up beside her. I swallowed her girl juice and moved next to her. She thanked me and kissed me and turned into the spooning position we had come to love. I was thoroughly aroused at that point, and my erection pressed against Ginnie's round cheeks. "I should help you with that," Ginnie said. "No, do it in the morning," I said, "when we are rested." We drifted off to sleep, our love deepening. –––––––––––––––––––– 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