O n Sunday morning I woke early and got up. I wanted to make a special breakfast and got ingredients together to make Eggs Benedict. It was an elegant breakfast I was eager to share with the woman I loved. It was only 7am, and I didn't want to wake Tammi just yet, so I got on my computer and went to the Psychology Today website. It was a site that had served me well in the past, providing a directory of therapists, searchable by zip code.

I selected therapists who specialized in gender issues and soon found five nearby. Reviewing their profiles I narrowed it down to three, all of whom were woman. I favored female therapists because they could also coach Tammi as a woman, and I didn't have to worry about them hitting on her. I wrote down the contact information so I could call them. I emailed them with a set of screening questions I'd used before. Their answers would help us narrow the field to the best one — the right one for Tammi.

The questions were:

1. How long have you been working with transgender patients?
2. How many transgender patients have you had?
3. What do you see as the role of religion and faith for transgender patients?
4. How do you feel about the Harry Benjamin Standards of Care and/or WPATH?
5. Are you currently accepting new patients?

I sent the emails, not expecting replies until sometime Monday. I planned for us to call one or more of those responding. I noticed the time was 8:30am, so I poured a glass of orange juice for Tammi. As I entered the bedroom I said, "OJ for my princess." I leaned over Tammi as her eyes opened, I kissed her.

"Do I have time for a shower?" she asked.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes," I replied, "We can both shower after breakfast."

I moved my mouth down to Tammi's left nipple and gently sucked it. She began to moan with pleasure, further encouraging me. I moved to the right nipple while gently squeezing the left with my fingers. I glanced up at her beautiful face and saw the smile of joy I love so much.

"Now see what you've done to me?" she said, calling attention to her aroused clitty.

"I'll take care of that right away," I promised and moved down to her clitty. As I took her into my mouth she put her hands on my head, as if to make sure I didn't get away until I finished. No worry about that — pleasuring my lady was always a top priority for me. Soon she climaxed and gave me her gurl juice. I just remained there as she softened, my hands on her hips.

"You better not swallow without kissing me," she commanded, and I moved up and we kissed passionately.

"Now Bill, there's something I just don't understand," she said.

"What's that?" I responded.

"You are clearly a man and make me feel completely like a woman," she said, "But every man I've known was interested in cumming more than anything else, yet you seem to be preoccupied with making me cum."

"I do love to cum," I assured her, "And will always welcome your attention. But even better than the feeling of my cumming is the thrill of bringing you, the lady I love, to climax."

"Bill, I feel the same way about pleasuring you," Tammi stated.

"Then both of us will be well taken care of," I said, and kissed her once again. I brought Tammi her robe as she put her wig on. I'm so glad she got over being self-conscious about my seeing her without her wig. It would take some time for her to be comfortable with me seeing her Bob, but that would come with time.

I went to the kitchen and finished preparing breakfast. Tammi arrived as I poured our coffee.

"Oh, you take such good care of me!" she exclaimed when she saw the eggs benedict, "And you made hollandaise sauce too?"

"It was a packet mix," I admitted, "But easier to get right this way". After another kiss, Tammi and I were seated. As we ate, I told Tammi of my search for therapists and the emails I sent out. She was impressed with the questions, but wasn't clear on some of them.

"Why the question about faith?" she asked.

"That's to screen out the religious nuts," I said, "One therapist I knew of told their patient they needed to 'get right with God' instead of helping them transition."

"Good idea," Tammi agreed, "I sure don't want anyone pushing me into some faith-based cure quackery."

"What's that Harry Benjamin stuff about?" she asked.

I explained, "The Harry Benjamin Standards of Care was the playbook for gender transition for many years. However, it had some rather extreme requirements and has been replaced by WPATH, which is the World Professional Association for Transgender Health. Some health insurance programs will pay of some or all of your transition, providing that you follow WPATH."

"Sounds like you've got it covered," she said, "What's next?"

"I'll watch for the replies and share them with you," I explained, "Then we can get on the phone together and book and appointment."

As we finished breakfast Tammi said she needed to shower, inviting me to join her, stating that my "manly parts" needed attention, and she wasn't about to shirk her responsibilities. I cleared the table and joined Tammi for a delightful shower of good clean fun!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)