Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2015 01:55:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marsha Under Cover Part 5

Marsha Under Cover (part 5)

How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even
when he knows her secret?  I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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During dinner we talked about how Marsha could transition to living as a
woman the rest of her life.  She said she really wanted that, and she knew
that some people had, but she just didn't know how to go about it.  Being
cops, we both knew of people who had transitioned or helped others to, so
we agreed that we would explore and find people to help us.

Much had changed for me in only a few days.  At first I saw Marty as simply
dressing in drag, to seeing her as a woman striving to bloom, and my
becoming committed to help her do so.

After dinner we sat on the couch and kissed.  "Marsha dear," I said, "I
think you are already a woman in the most important ways."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The part of the body that makes you a woman is between your ears," I said,
"not between your legs.  I now feel that when I am with you I am with a
woman, and we have a completely straight boy-girl relationship."

Once again there were tears in Marsha's eyes.  This was always difficult
for me because I just didn't know how to handle a woman crying.  I did the
only thing I could think of, and held her in my arms.

"Do your feelings also extend to intimacy?" she asked.

I kissed her and said, "I'll show you, dear."

I rose and took Marsha by the hand and led her to the bedroom.  Marsha took
my shirt off me, and I unzipped her dress and helped her to step out of it.
I unhooked Marsha's bra and let the cups fall forward.  There were breast
forms in it to give her a more feminine look.

"I know you need these when you are in public, but when we are alone, I
prefer you to be natural," I said.

Marsha was surprised by that, and perhaps not sure she believed it, but
when I took one of her nipples into my mouth she began to accept what I
said.  "One day you will have real breasts of your own, and won't need the
breast forms anymore," I said.

Marsha smiled at that, and unbuckled my trousers, slipping them off me. I
stood there in only my shorts and socks, kissing Marsha deeply.

I helped Marsha remove her stockings, and then slipped her panties off.  I
removed my socks and Marsha slipped my shorts down.

"Only one thing left," I said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"If you are willing, I would like you to remove your wig," I said, "just
when we are alone."

Marsha was very unsure about this – the wig was beautiful, but I assured
her that I wanted to be with the real, natural, Marsha, and that one day
she would have beautiful, long hair of her own.

I knew she was uneasy about that, worrying that I would be less interested.
"Would you just trust me on this for tonight only?" I asked, "after that
you decide."

"I'm afraid to," she responded, "but I'll trust you."

She removed her wig, revealing Marty's short hair.

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, and she became more comfortable.

As I held her I reached between her legs and took hold of her.  "I like
your clitty," I said.  We kissed as I held her clitty and her arousal grew.
I had her kneel on the bed on all fours, with her feet hanging over the
bed.  I stood behind her and knelt on the floor.  I kissed her soft buns
and licked her crack from bottom to top.  She moaned with pleasure as I
spread her cheeks, exposing her tender rosebud.  I kissed her rosebud and
extended my tongue into her.  She was wonderfully clean, so every moment of
my rimming was pleasurable for both of us.

Her ass looked completely feminine, but her balls hanging down declared
otherwise.  I wanted Marsha to understand my complete acceptance of her,
and I moved my kisses down to lick and kiss her balls.

I had been stroking Marsha's clitty as I rimmed her and she was now very
aroused.  I rolled her over onto her back and placed Marsha's legs over my
shoulders, sucking her clitty into my mouth.  As I sucked her hard clitty,
Marsha once again took hold of my hair and pulled me to her.  As I sucked
Marsha warned me, "I'm cumming!"

I continued to suck her, undeterred.  She filled my mouth with her climax.
It still tasted bitter, but I think my feelings about this changed how I
perceived the taste.  Instead of feeling like I would throw up, it was
simply a strong taste, and I was glad to receive Marsha's offering.  I held
her in my mouth until she stopped pumping.  Then I swallowed and moved up
next to her.  I held her in my arms, and tried to make her feel safe and
wanted.

We lay there snuggling for a while, and then Marsha rolled over to face me
and said, "This has been a truly wonderful day.  You are accepting me as if
I was a REAL woman."

"Marsha dear, there is nothing UNREAL about you!" I responded, "you are
very real – I'm truly sorry that it took me so to realize – you know
that sometimes guys just don't get it."

As I lay there, Marsha moved down and sucked me – just as wonderfully as
before.  I came and she swallowed, and resumed her place next to me.

As we snuggled, Marsha asked, "When do you think you will want to take my
virginity?"

"I don't," I said.

As if startled, Marsha shot back, "isn't that something you want?"

"I don't ever want to TAKE your virginity," I explained, "but when you are
ready, I will welcome your GIVING it to me."

"You are a very rare man indeed," Marsha said.

"Have you had any anal pleasures before?" I asked.

"Only the kissing you did back there tonight," she replied.

"With anal there is a very fine line between wonderful pleasure and intense
pain," I said, "and I want to keep you on the right side of that line."

We brushed our teeth and turned in for the night, drifting off to sleep
snuggling closely.

The next day I contacted a transgender support group and obtained the names
of several therapists who counsel people like Marsha.  I called several and
was able to get appointments with two this week.  I went with Marsha and we
explored her options.  Both of the therapists were women, who we thought
would be more understanding than men.  Of the two therapists, we chose one
(Lynne) to see regularly though Marsha's transition.

Lynne explained that city employees in Grand Rapids were legally protected
from discrimination for gender expression.  Since Marsha was employed by
the city, she was protected, and her health care plan would cover some of
the cost of transitioning.  Lynne would write a letter that Marsha could
take to a doctor who would oversee her transition, and prescribe hormones
for her.

The hormones would allow Marsha to grow breasts, as well as further soften
her skin and round her hips.  In time she could get a legal name change and
perhaps a legal gender change.  I wondered if I might even marry her one
day – it seemed like a crazy idea, but also very attractive.

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To be continued ...

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

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