T he next morning we called Dr. Fredericks and set an appointment for 4:00pm on Thursday. Tammi was beaming with happiness as her journey to full-time womanhood was beginning. I was delighted, because anything that made Tammi happy was good for me as well! Tammi was nervous about it however and wanted to know what she should or shouldn't say.

"Gender transition is a big deal," I explained, "and not easily reversed."

"Why would I want to reverse it?" Tammi asked.

"You wouldn't, but there have been those who transitioned and later wanted to switch back," I replied.

"That's weird," Tammi responded, "They must have really been screwed up."

"They may have had some false expectations," I said, "And might have been shocked when the transition didn't solve their problem."

"What problem would that be?" she asked.

"Sometimes people make the 'if only' mistake," I explained, "They have some problems that they think transitioning will solve — 'if only I transition, everything will be okay.' they think. But after the transition, they still have the same problems. Do you have any problems that you think transitioning will solve?"

"Only that I want to be a woman when I marry you," she replied.

"You already are a woman, but transitioning will let you be that full time," I said, "But legal gender change will make it a little more normal."

"So how do I convince the therapist?" she asked.

"The therepist will want to be convinced that you are really serious, and it's forever," I said, "Just tell her that you have long felt that you were a female inside, and you've struggled with the contrast between who you were and who you seemed to be — and you just want to make it right."

"That sounds simple enough," she said.

"Just one other thing," I said, "Some just think it would be neat to try being a woman — make sure she doesn't end up thinking you are just dabbling at it."

"Good point," Tammi answered, "I'll make sure I come across as sure of myself."

"I'm sure about you, " I said, and pulled her to me, kissing deeply.

On Thursday afternoon we arrived at Dr. Frederickson's and were welcomed warmly. Tammi and I were seated together on a couch opposite the doctor's chair. The doctor said she was glad that we both came, and that Tammi had my support in her transition – so she wasn’t alone in this journey.

After a short time the doctor was satisfied with Tammi's suitability to transition and detailed some of the steps to come. After one more appointment she would provide a referral to a medical doctor with the recommendation to begin hormone therapy. From that point on she wanted to meet with Tammi at least quarterly — more often if she needed.

Since Tammi did not have a doctor in mind, we asked Dr. Frederickson to suggest one — preferably an endocrinologist.

She said she would. She didn’t have any openings for another nearly two months, but would put Tammi on her call list in case of a cancellation.

After we left we went to a nearby steak house for a celebration dinner. "Nervous?" I asked.

"Yes," Tammi admitted.

"Second thoughts?" I wondered.

"Definitely not!" Tammi affirmed, "Just kind of nervous — hoping it will all work out well. It will be wonderful to have real breasts — just wondering what it will all be like."

"It will be wonderful," I assured her, "But probably much too slow. For the first month or two you might not notice anything except tenderness in your nipples. Your development will be so slow that you may not notice. How about if we take pictures every week so you can compare and see your progress?"

"That's a great idea!" Tammi agreed, "But I thought you said you didn't want any of those sorts of pics of me?"

"I can keep my eyes closed," I said, "And I won't keep any copies."

"Oh yes you will!" Tammi countered, "I insist — I was just kidding with you." We embraced and once again kissed.

We had a great prime rib dinner. When I offered desert Tammi insisted that we have desert in my bedroom — the no-calorie kind.

When we arrived at my house I removed my trousers, as Tammi expected, and she removed her panties. We sat on the couch together making out. I really loved Tammi, and that made our passion all the more wonderful. She was on the road to becoming a woman fulltime — my woman, and I couldn't be happier about it!

Tammi's hand was in my shorts and mine was up her skirt — we were both arousing the other and were both on the verge of climax. "Let me finish this," Tammi said, sliding off the couch and onto her knees. I began to protest, wanting to take care of her, but she had me in her mouth and I was helpless to resist. In short order she made me climax.

Then she kissed me, as was our custom, sharing my seed with me. We were living together as if married, but I eagerly looked forward to making it real!

At bedtime I went down on Tammi, feeling such a wonderful sense of connection as we joined like that. After she climaxed, we kissed, then spooned as we drifted off to sleep.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)