T he next morning, I didn't have to be in to work until 10am, so I got up and made breakfast while Tammi got ready for work. She worked in boy mode, so was dressed as Bob, and I knew she was very self-conscious about my seeing her like that.

I took a glass of orange juice to her in the bedroom and got the coffee started. When she entered the kitchen, I handed her a coffee and kissed her. "I'm sorry if I don't feel very romantic like this," she said, "I wish you never had to see me like this."

"I WANT to see you like this," I countered, "It's still you — the woman that I love, and while you look a lot nicer dressed as Tammi, it doesn't change how I feel about you. As we move forward, there may be many times I will need to interact with you in boy mode."

I kissed her again and she smiled, "Thank you for being so understanding — I don't know any other guys who are as open minded as you are."

"Last night you said you would marry me if you could," I said, "Did you really mean that or was it just talk?"

Tammi hesitated, but then replied, "I said it without thinking, but yes, I did mean it, but I don't know if that's even possible."

"It is possible," I said, "And I'm open to the idea, but there are many things we'll need to consider. In addition, we are still pretty early in our relationship — there is much we don't know about each other — we might drive each other crazy if we lived together."

"Well, you have already driven me crazy with pleasure!" she said, "But I know what you mean — I guess we'll have to give it some time. Are you sure you can even contemplate marrying a gurl like me?"

"Tammi, there is no doubt in my mind about marrying a gurl like you," I assured her, "The issue is if we are really meant for each other — at this point I think we are, but we need more experience together."

"We won't solve it here and now," said Tammi, "But I'd like to continue this tonight."

"I'll put a pot roast in the crock pot before I go to work," I said, "So dinner will be mostly ready when you get home. I'll make some notes on ideas to prepare us for the future."

We finished breakfast and I kissed Tammi goodbye as she departed for work.

After work I returned to Tammi's and checked the roast — it was tender and falling apart. I added some potatoes, carrots and mushrooms — they would be ready in an hour or less. I'd picked up french bread and a bottle of Merlot, a red wine that would go well with the beef.

I set the table in anticipation of Tammi's arrival. I poured two glasses of wine.

When Tammi arrived, I welcomed her home and took her in my arms, kissing her and assuring her, "You are just as desireable as ever, regardless of how you are dressed!"

"So it's okay if I stay like this tonight?" she said, grinning mischievously.

"I didn't say that," I said, handing her a glass of wine, "Now go get into some proper attire!" As she turned, I patted her on her pretty buns.

While Tammi changed, I sliced the roast and plated dinner. Soon Tammi returned and we sat down to eat. As we ate, we discussed future plans.

"It could take a long time to figure out how well we can live together unless we actually try it," she said, "So why don't you just move in with me?"

"I like that, but was thinking you might move in with me," I said, "But I suppose either one would work."

"How about both?" Tammi suggested, "We can alternate weeks — spend one week here and one week at your place."

"That's a great idea," I said, "That way we each get exposed to how the other lives."

"I guess you already know how I live," Tammi acknowledged, "But you have just had to adapt to my ways — that's not good in the long run — over time we'll figure out what works for both of us."

"Let's move to my place this weekend," I suggested, "This might be a little stressful for us both, but we'll have to learn to adapt."

"I don't want to put you on the spot, Bill," she said, "I don't want to rush us, but what else do we need to figure out?"

"Well," I responded, "Do you want me to marry you as Tammi or as Bob?"

"As Tammi, of course," she replied.

"But you are legally Bob," I said. Tammi's smile disappeared.

"So do you want our marriage certificate to say Bill and Tammy or Bill and Bob?" I asked.

"I want to marry you as a woman," Tammi assured me.

"Well, you ARE a woman — at least to me," I confirmed, "But you are legally a male and your legal name is not Tammi — at least for now — but that can all be changed if you want."

"This is all new to me," Tammi said, "Please help me understand."

"Gladly," I said, "But it really depends on what you want."

"But what do YOU want?" she asked.

"Now this is not absolute, but my preference is for you to be legally Tammi and legally a woman," I explained, "But having YOU as my wife is the most important. If it has to be a same-sex marriage I'll do it, if that's what it takes."

"Wouldn't I have to have surgery to legally become a woman?" Tammi asked.

"Not any more," I replied, "Now you only need to declare your transition to female — at least in Michigan and for a federal passport. Tammi, I really don't want you to have surgery, but other enhancements might be nice (if you want them)."

"Wow!" she responded, "A lot has changed — what other enhancements?"

"Taking hormones would soften your skin, round your hips, soften any body hair and grow breasts," I explained, "But if you want to start hormones, I'm going to insist that you do it under a doctor's care."

"Is it safe?" she asked.

"If you do it under a doctor's care," I said, "But could cause kidney failure or death if not."

"Do I have to decide right now?" she asked.

"No," I assured her, "Take your time, there's no hurry, but please think about it — I want this to be right for you. By the way, I love YOU, not your body, although I sure to LIKE your body as you are, but if you want to make yourself even better, I'd support that too."

"So, if I want to change my name and legal gender," she asked, "Do you know how to do that?"

"Yes, I've helped others and will certainly do the same for my wife-to-be!" I responded.

"If you marry me, wouldn't you prefer a real woman with a vagina?" she asked.

"Tammy dear," I replied, "I need you to really understand this. You are very real, and it's what's between your ears that make you a woman, not what's between your legs. Having said that, I happen to like you the way you are far better than any genetic woman."

I reached under Tammi's skirt and took hold of her clitty, squeezing it gently. She was completely soft, but gradually responded to my touch. "I really like this and think you do too," I said, "So let's not change anything here, okay?" Tammi smiled and nodded as she slipped her hand into my shorts.

Soon we were kissing passionately, and Tammi said, "I'm ready for desert — how about you?"

I quickly agreed and we adjourned to the bedroom where we undressed each other. I held Tammi close and gently fondled her buns as she took hold of me and squeezed hard — I loved it. She led me to the bed and had me lay on my back. She climbed on the bed and began to suck me. Next, she put a leg over me, getting into 69 position. The view of her lovely ass was amazing, so I stopped her and asked her to lower herself to my mouth so I could kiss her pussy.

I guided her to me and she sat up straight as I spread her cheeks and slipped my tongue into her. It was a really good position for this, allowing me to easily give her all the tongue I could. I was prepared to continue for as long as I could, but soon Tammi rose up and pressed her fully aroused clitty into my mouth. She was very ready and I ran my tongue all around her as she lay down on me and began to suck me. She had a bit of a head start and soon flooded my mouth with her gurl juice. I was so appreciative to her for sharing in this wonderful manner. I held onto her soft buns and enjoyed her softening clitty in my mouth as. Soon I climaxed as well. I was so thrilled that we could couple like this — it was so wonderful for us to be together in this way.

After we caught our breath Tammi slipped off me and turned around. We kissed deeply, snowballing each other. I felt such deep love for her as we shared the nectar of our orgasms. I loved so much how it felt to bring my lovely Tammi to climax. The way I felt it was almost a spiritual experience.

It was still too early for bed, so we returned to the living room and turned on the TV. I poured the remaining wine into our glasses and left Tammi to clean up after dinner. I got that done quickly because I was eager to get back to her.

"It's sure wonderful being with you," Tammi said, "But I don't want you to feel pressured. We've been talking about marriage but it's way too soon to make that happen. I don't want you to feel trapped — let's enjoy our time together and be ready for where that leads us."

"Thank you, Tammi," I replied, "You're right — I haven't even proposed to you yet, but the way things are going I could certainly see it happening, and hope you'll accept."

"Time will tell," Tammi responded.

I sat on the couch and Tammi lay there with her head on my lap. We gazed into each other's eyes, feeling the love between us. After the 11pm news we retired to bed, where we drifted off in our usual spooning position. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)