Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 12:30:59 -0600
From: Ken Hooker <khookerman@gmail.com>
Subject: Xmas Movie Girlfriend

Christmas Movie Girlfriend
by Kandi

I was maybe 14 or 15 when I started to cross-dress in my mom's or my
sisters clothes, initially it was for masturbatory or pre masturbatory
excitement, but as I grew older and moved away from home, it grew into a
complete fetish where I dressed at home and generally kept it private.
Well, there was a few times at parties when I wore a female costume for
fun, but everyone always just shrugged it off as being a fun Halloween
costume that I pulled off so well that even the guys who did not know me,
might hit on me!

by the time I was in college, my long strawberry hair was in a ponytail of
about 8 inches, my body hair was almost nonexistent due to my German, Irish
heritage, which also left me at an underwhelming five foot, six inches,
weighing in at just over 135 pounds!  My manhood was never going to be porn
star material at 4.5 inches, but I found that once a girl decided I was
worth taking to bed (since I had such a good sense of humor, I did get the
girls) I was able to go for a pretty long time.

Fast forward to my college days where I met a lovely lady named Janet who
did not exactly like or want to partake in my dressing fetish but did not
totally dismiss it either and you can see where this goes...we end up
getting married at 24 and had a wonderful life for the next 16 years.  Both
of us settled in, gained weight, did not have kids, but loved each other
with all our heart.  Being a mixed couple created some challenges, her
being black and me being white, but our love and support of each other
helped us conquer the bigoted mindsets of so many, including in some ways,
our own parents.  We were an inseparable pair with many friends and
activities like the local Christmas pageant until Christmas last year when
Janet was out shopping and was killed by a drunk driver.  The death of my
longtime wife and best friend put me into a funk...in which I only seemed
to operate at any level during the day while at work.  My weight plummeted
to even below my current weight of 170 lbs. to a very slim, with some
worried about anorexia, weight of 128 lbs.

Fast forward to around June of this year, I started to come out of my funk
and return back to normalcy in that I started to become social again, my
now slender and almost hairless body, combined with my now 1.7 months of
unshorn auburn hair gave me a 'long haired hippy look' that I kept in a low
ponytail (now well over 15 inches long) due to my being uncaring about my
appearance beyond working in accounting for a large corporation.  Not
having anyone to take out on dates, I started to hang in bars and found I
was wont to drink too much as a shield to protect me from the myriad amount
of twenty somethings I ended up not really being interested in.  The
complete lack of interest in the 'bar scene' trolling for ladies almost
half my age, made me start to look for older scenes and I started to do
ballroom parties since I loved to dance, and they always ended up having a
slightly older crowd of single ladies that wanted partners.  It was on a
lone Saturday night in early November that I decided to 'mix it up' and
cross-dressed fully to see if I could pass.  I make sure to completely
depilitate my body, then put on my breastplate that gave me wonderfully
round and full "D" cup breasts.  Next was a black bra and panty set, dark
stay up thigh-high stockings, a dark green leather skirt that came to just
above the knee, paired with a red and white striped silken short sleeved
bouse with little flowery embroidery down the front and collar.  Adding
some three-inch black heels made the outfit complete.  Combing out my now
long hair to curl loosely, putting on my face so it had smoky eyes, light
pink lipstick that was almost nude, some long pink nails, a choker, long
shoulder duster earrings, and plenty of rings, bracelets and a tiny black
clutch to put all my personals in . . . you know, ID, make up, keys, cash,
a condom, a tampon, and of course the lipstick I was now wearing.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I looked like a million bucks
and was now more passable than I ever had been due to the weight loss.
After giving myself a small shot of courage (cocoanut rum) I drove the few
blocks to the ballroom dance club and still had to walk about a block down
the street to the club due to there being no available parking close by.
Upon entering the club, I paid my ticket, grabbed a chair over in a corner
and got a daiquiri to sip and see if any guys would ask me to dance.  The
night progressed with several men asking me to dance.  I had a great deal
of fun and loved dancing with this younger Hispanic man who got hard while
we did a sexy little close framed Rumba.  My gaffed penis ended up just
dripping wet at the feel of his large cock pressing into me, and I admit
that for the first time ever, I thought about sex with a man!  Dressed as a
girl, to me, meant it was not gay, but would he think so?  Deciding to
chance it, I pressed against him, grinding my hips on him and whispered in
his ear at the end of the dance how I could take care of his problem if he
wanted?

It was almost comical how fast he covered our tab and rushed us out to his
car so I could suck his cock.  His dark rigid tool was proudly at attention
and must have been about 7-8 inches of truly masculine manhood when I
released it and stuffed it into my mouth.  Tasting his cock and its
glistening drops of precome, drove me mad with desire and I began to bounce
on it, slobbering and sucking, moaning on it as I licked it or rubbed it
across my face.  Stroking it while sucking on the head or deepthroating it
was all he could take and he grabbed my head, holding me tight as he came
in my mouth.  The whole time he used my throat as a flesh light, I looked
up at him in awe at how good a real cock tasted, but when he finally
released, flooding my mouth with his seed, forcing me to swallow to keep up
with it, I was hooked.  My dildoe was no longer going to be good enough,
and I would crave real cock if it all tasted like this and made me feel so
womanly!  Shortly after he released and I had cleaned his cock with my
mouth in hopes of keeping him interested, he did what I feared most and
reached between my legs before I could stop him.  His face turned quizzical
before burning red in anger.  Looking down at me, he called me a 'faggot'
and pushed me out of the car!

That was my life for several months.  Dressing up, staying inside for fear
of being beaten by some macho guy who was not into transvestites, shemales
or girly bois...depending on what you wanted to call us.  It was about 2
weeks before Christmas when I was out and about doing last minute shopping
for a coworkers gift, for our annual secret Santa, that I saw a guy dressed
as Santa ringing a bell for donations to some charity.  Being of good
Christmas cheer, I stopped to fish out a five dollar note and drop it into
his bucket and wishing him a "Merry Christmas Santa!" when he paused and
asked,

"So what does a Good boi like you want for Christmas since I know you have
been extra good this year my young friend?"

"Oh Santa, If I could have anything, I would wish for my life to be like a
Christmas movie and find true love with us living happily ever after!  Can
you swing that one for me?"

I said the last part with a grin as I started to walk away thinking about
the Christmas Pageant I was assisting a new director with.  Since my mind
was on the Christmas Pageant, I did not see him smile and tip his finger
onto his nose like they did in that old move "The Sting" to show they were
in on the deal, nor did I see the little twinkle of light fly from his hand
to me as I strode away purposely.

Getting home, I was exhausted, so decided I could find the new director at
the theater in the morning and headed to bed.  I removed all my clothing,
slipped into a little babydoll nighty with tap panties and crawled into bed
falling fast asleep, and actually did dream of sugar plum fairies right out
of that old "Fantasia" movie!

Waking up, I felt so refreshed and happy, I just luxuriated in the cozy
bedsheets, feeling them caress my hairless skin.  When I got up, I slipped
into a light pink patterned kimono style robe and went out to the kitchen
to get some toast going while I showered.  Finishing up the shower I did
the remainder of my ablutions and decided to dress a bit femme-boy today
since I was off for these last two weeks from Christmas through to the New
Year before heading out to get coffee for myself and the Director
...Jean...something, I was supposed to meet today down at the theater.
Slipping into a cheeky panty, some tight, low rise, boot cut designer
jeans, a pink camisole under my button pink and grey shirt with cute little
grey loafers.  I knew I looked somewhat girlie, but still flat chested with
my hair in a low ponytail and just golden ball stud earrings, I would
present as a 'gender fluid' individual instead of just 'girlie gay' to some
casual review.

Downtown, I got a pair of medium Lattes and walked the couple of blocks
over to the theater.  Just as I got to the door, it opened to an absolutely
gorgeous Asian lady wiht long flowing blondish hair dressed in long loose
fitting, black slacks, a white blouse that was, even in the chill,
unbuttoned enough to show off her "B" cup breasts and the pendant hanging
between them seductively.  Unfortunately, she was on her phone, talking
animatedly and I was too caught up on her stunning looks to prevent us from
colliding right into each other like in some old 'keystone cop' movie,
coffee splashing everywhere, her phone flying out of her hand and me
stumbling, albeit gracelessly as can be, right onto my ass as she spun in a
complete circle!

"Oh, I am so sorry, I was not watching where I was going trying to figure
out if my new assistant was going to be in today on my way to get coffee
for us!  Are you OK?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"I am OK and the coffee was for you and I...I am the new assistant, Kevin.
You must be Jean?" I responded.

She nodded as she helped me up, correcting me that the name was Jeanette',
but I could call her Jean, but never Jeannie.  I grinned in response and
after tossing the dumped latte cups into the nearby garbage, we headed back
down to the coffee shop for replacement.

Jeanette' was all enthusiasm about her pageant being a nice retelling of
the birth of Christ using children from the surrounding area and making it
a musical so it was a newer twist on an older story.  Since this would be a
musical, it would be a more flamboyant story along the lines of Music Man
or Oklahoma done in High Schools for years.  Getting into it myself, I
started to reflect on potential songs from a more modern selection instead
of the old standbys from so much 'Christian Rock' or JC Superstar
selections but kept in familiar selections like "Silent Night" or "Oh Come
all Ye Faithful" and helped write out some of the script she had not
fleshed out as well as searching for costume selections.  Looking up from
our research, we realized it was late at night!  We had been together all
day, worked through lunch, side by side, laughing, joking, and were we even
flirting a little with each other?  Suggesting a late dinner, I walked her
to my favorite Mexican place for food and drinks that was just down the
street.  After eating, it was easy to see that we were both a little tipsy,
even a little handsy in our flirtations, so not wanting it to become
awkward, we walked back to the auditorium and after hugging for some time,
separated while agreeing to meet up again tomorrow morning since it was
Sunday.

The next morning, I woke up all smiles thinking about Jeanette' and how
nice she was.  Hoping to look cute for her, I again dressed sort of femboi
with ladies jeans, a tight black thong panty to help keep me tucked, a
black camisole undershirt and black men's button up with black women's
sketcher shoes.  Keeping my jewelry mostly neutral, well, except the
quarter inch diameter hoops in my lowest piercing with studs above in black
onyx and diamond.  I used just a hint of Jadore on my wrists for scent.
Stopping again at the coffee shop, I got us our morning drink along with a
bagel.  We showed up at the same time without spilling the food and drink
this time!  I noticed she wore tight pink leggings with an oversize dark
grey sweater paired with grey low-heeled boots that made her look divine!

We did tryouts, selected the kids, started setting up the stage and while
stopping for lunch we sat side by side, talking animatedly about the show,
each other's hopes and at one point, she actually put her hand on my leg
while telling me that she adored my jeans!  It made my heart flutter in
happiness while I responded how much I loved her long wavy hair and boldly
ran my hands through it, making her smile in gratitude.  After that we
seemed to find little ways to touch, brush up against each other, flirt
shamelessly, or even to talk about how we both loved ballroom!  I got so
excited that I asked her out to dance later that night at a little place
called the Rumba Room downtown and she agreed!

Once we closed out the night, we went out for a light dinner and only one
drink so that I could drive us to the Rumba Room.  I had my dance shoes in
the trunk, with us being able to rent her some appropriate dance shoes and
we danced for hours, never taking any other partners.  She took a nice lead
with my filling the man's part.  We finished a Tango late that night and it
happened...I impulsively kissed her on the lips and then realized what I
did, started to apologize when she stopped me and kissed me back!  We did
another closed frame Rumba with her grinding her Cuban Motion against me!
I was tucked so would not really show my growing interest in the tight
ladies jeans, but that did not seem to bother her.  That's when she said
the thing that shocked me so bad I froze on the floor,

"You know I love these jeans on you.  I have a pair just like them.  How
long have you been crossdressing baby?  I have been for the past 10 years
as a trans lady, so love the little femboi look you are presenting."

"I umm...Cross-dress?  I, umm don't know..." was about all I got out before
she interrupted with,

"Oh, please honey, I just told you I am trans, that I can tell you are at
least a dresser, if not trans yourself, and I still find you attractive.
You may recall I kissed you back after that little Tango dip when you
kissed me right?  Now spill it, are you a Dresser, Trans or just into the
girlie boy, gender-bend look?  All are Ok with me, I just want to know what
has you so besotted in me."

"Well to be honest, I just thought you looked hot and was hoping you did
not mind a cross-dressed guy like me, but after you kissed back, I thought
you might not mind since I am a little femme in this outfit!"  I replied a
little more evenly.

"Baby, as long as you do not mind me being pre-op, I don't mind you being
girlie...in fact, I kind of prefer it since I still really like girls, I
think, over masculine guys."

"Well then, let me get you home and we can continue the conversation in
your loft over the theater if you like?"

"Mmm hmm.  I would like that.  Stop and get us some wine honey, and we can
have a night cap while we talk about just how femme you go!"

Picking up a nice bottle of Chardonnay, we got back to the theater where
she was staying in a upstairs apartment.  Jeanette' got us two glasses
while I opened the wine, poured us some while we sat on the couch to
discuss our revelations.  Jeanette' was outright flirting with me (I
flirted right back), giving all the signals as we talked about how long I
had been crossdressing (several years now), how often I went out 'en femme'
(originally not really at all, never while married, and only a few times
now that I was widowed), how often I had slept with a man (never), did I
use toys (Always), and if I wanted a girl, man or trans lover (any would be
fine in my mind as long as they were OK with my kink too).  After we had
finished the glass of wine, I sat up, separating us from being practically
in each other's laps to refill the wine and bring it back.  We both took a
casual sip and then as if on que, set the glasses down and started to make
out!  We were kissing, groping, moaning, using our tongues to duel or lick
the neck or ear of the other, when I felt her hand come up and cup one of
my 'breasts' to feel the hard little nipple before rolling it between her
fingers.  Moaning into her mouth in horny need, I returned the favor,
caressing her firm "B" cup sized breast so that her nipples popped, making
her arch her back thrusting her chest into my hand, and moaning out that
she wanted me to blow her!

I slipped off the couch down between her legs, pulled her tight pink
leggings down along with her panty so it could bunch up onto just the one
leg.  Separating her legs, expecting to see something like my own tiny
four-inch penis, I was shocked at the big cock that sprang to life in my
face!  It was at least eight inches long and twice as thick as my penis, so
maybe an inch and a half in diameter, with a big glistening drop of precome
oozing from the tip!  I looked at it for a second in awe of the girth, then
popped the head into my mouth, licking away the precome and bobbing up and
down about an inch while looking up at her face, then drove myself down
about half way, came up, spit on it and used my hand to stroke the saliva
down the length while licking and sucking on the balls below before coming
back to the head.  My mouth sealed just below that as my tongue moved
frantically over the frenum for just a moment before starting to bob up and
down the length progressing further and further down the length until my
nose touched her pelvis, buried in the small pubic patch she had.
Swallowing a few times and then backing off so that just the head was in my
mouth, I began the process all over again.  Teasing some precome from the
eye of the head, deepthroating it while swallowing, sticking my tongue out
to lick the balls as I hit the base, bobbing back up to catch my breath as
I licked the head and looked up at her face to see she watched me suck on
her big, beautiful cock.  Jeanette's hand came down to hold my hair to the
side, murmured about my being so good at sucking cock, that I must practice
daily, as she started to fuck my face, moaning about already being about to
come!

As she stuffed her cock down my throat, starting to come, I played with her
testicles, stroking, and massaging them to get a maximum load into my mouth
and belly.  When she let go, I continued to stroke her globes, bobbing, and
licking and sucking to keep her hard, until I was sure she would maintain
an erection.  Then I stood, dropped my pants, heels, panties to the floor
before saying huskily,

"I want that big cock inside me.  I want you to fuck me right now like I
have only been fucked in my dreams before now, baby."

I straddled her, spit on my hand to rub saliva into my bottom for lube,
then impaled myself on that sex snake, moaning about wanting this for so
long and it being so big I hoped I could take it.  There was a little pain
at first, when she pushed into me, but as I bounced up and down, sinking
lower and lower onto her cock, realizing how good it also felt.  I started
to grind and bounce on it, while her hands grasped and squeezed my ass.  My
arms wrapped about her neck as I leaned forward to kiss her hungrily and
whisper huskily once again,

"Oh, God, baby, fuck me with that big cock!  I love it.
It...is...soo...good...your...cock...is ...gonna...make...me...COME!"

And with that, I did, loudly crying out my orgasm, bouncing harder and
harder, squeezing her cock with my ass muscles, moaning about how big and
good it felt, begging her to seed me for such a long time, or for just
seconds I do not know...until she groaned, held my body stable, pounding
into me hard and fast, about to orgasm once again, until she stiffened, her
cock getting hot, swelling and pulsing her creamy seed into my flanks,
making me come again, shivering in orgasmic pleasure greater than any other
orgasm I had ever had.  Kissing her face over and over, tears leaking down
my face, I told her I loved her cock, I loved her fucking me, she could
have me anytime she wanted but to never stop making me feel so good as she
did now!

We rested for several minutes after that, basking in the post coital bliss,
kissing, murmuring sweet nothings, grinding against each other slowly,
teasing that feeling of earlier, until with a sigh, I lifted off of her,
feeling my ass gape, with her creamy goodness starting to leak, trying to
clench it closed to hold it in, I dropped to my knees once again and took
her into my mouth, cleaning her and then my own ejaculate off her belly.
Noting her pierced belly button, I lavished it with tongue kisses until I
could no longer hold in her jism and felt is slipping down my thigh.
Standing upright, I quick stepped, thighs clenched together to prevent a
total flood of ejaculate to plop onto the floor, into the bathroom to clean
up the mess before returning to her.  She giggled at me as she was holding
out a box of tissue, saying,

"You could have just used this you know!?" with a smile.

Grinning, I acknowledged the gesture, but took her hand to lead her to bed.
We climbed in and she made like the big spoon, arm over my chest, hand
cupping my nonexistent breast, kissing the back of my neck and whispering
about wanting to do that since she saw me days ago spilling our coffee.  I
fell asleep soon after with a huge smile on my face, only to wake up in the
morning, feeling her hardness poking me from behind.  I could not resist
that feeling of feminine joy that I was attractive to my bedmate and could
not resist grinding or humping back against it until I felt her hand on my
hip, moving me slightly to grind her cock into my ass.  With a wicked grin,
I rolled over, dove under the covers and stuffed her into my mouth.  Waking
up to a morning blow job always made my day, so it was the least I could do
for my new lover.  When her hand came down on my head, I knew she was close
so slobbered excitedly onto her tool bobbing up and down, similarly to last
night until I felt her stiffen once again, pumping her juice down into my
belly. The taste of her sperm on my tongue gave me a happy, fulfilled
sensation so that when I rose from under the covers, I had a grin like the
Chesshire Cat and said,

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did lover, cause you taste so good, I
could gobble you up anytime!  Now go shower while I make coffee and
breakfast for you so you can get to work on the pageant boss lady!"

As I slipped out of bed, she did as well, then smacked my ass with a loud
clap saying,

"I have eggs and bread in the refrigerator so that should be good boo!"

Tossing on my camisole and her pink tights over my panties, I hurried to
the small kitchen and started coffee, then eggs and toast.  Finishing up
just as she came out in a nice skirt and top combo, with low heeled shoes,
she hugged me from behind, then again softly spanked my ass saying,

"Damn hot little ass there in my tights you little minx!  Dress all out
girlie today baby as I want to see you fully en-femme, OK?"

We ate, then she went downstairs to start setting up the stage for dress
rehearsal and opening night, while I went home wearing her pink tights,
carrying my jeans, to get ready for the day at the theater.  At home, I
showered, rubbed some lotion on my chest, and slightly sore bottom, then
pulled my "D" cup breastplate over my head before picking out a black bra,
thong, garter set with dark stockings, a black pencil skirt that was just
above the knee and had buttons all the way up one thigh from hem to about 5
inches from waistband, a white blouse, black 3-inch heels, jewelry, long
dangly earrings, and a ladies watch.  Glued on fake nails that matched the
color of my toenails, day makeup that had soft pink highlights, paired with
a soft pink lipstick finished off the look.  I left my hair loose so that
my long strawberry locks framed my face, knowing Janette' liked long hair
to tug or play with, meant I could tease her by swishing it or playing with
a strand while chatting.  'I am such a naughty tease' I thought to myself
as I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my purse and headed to the
theater.

Once at the theater, Jeanette' wolf whistled me as I did a little twirl for
her to see the outfit and how girlie I was.  We both hugged, 'air kissed',
before I introduced my femme personality as Kandi, and then we got started
with stage set up.  We finished setting up the stage, with help from some
of the cast, just before lunch so Jeanette' sent them off for lunch and
made sure everyone knew to be back at 6pm tonight for dress rehearsal.
After the last person left, Jeanette' made sure to close the door and lock
it before turning to me with an evil grin and saying,

"You were so good sucking my cock last night and this morning that I never
realized I had not returned the favor!"  She said all this as she stepped
closer and closer to me, pushing me back until I hit her desk with my
bottom.

When I was unable to retreat any further she grinned, said, "All alone at
last so I can rectify that"

Then she pushed me into a sitting position on her desk, lifted my skirt to
my waist, parting my legs, she murmured

"Oh, Garters for day ware?  My, my, you are just the perfect little sissy
slut aren't you?"

Jeanette' then pulled my thong aside to fish out my growing penis.  She
stuffed it into her mouth, deepthroating my 4-inches of shecock with no
trouble and even used her tongue to slip out and lick my small testicles
before popping back up to the top to suck the head or lick under the frenum
just as I had done to her.  It had been a very long time since receiving my
last blow job so in no time at all I was gushing into her mouth with a cry
of my orgasm occurring.  She sucked on me till I was soft, stood, kissed me
with plenty of tongue before saying I had made her so horny now and that
she needed to fuck me!

Jeanette' pulled me to a standing position, turned me around, then using
her hand on my back pushed me over onto her desk so my face and breasts
were against it with my ass exposed.  Subconsciously I spread my legs as
she stepped behind me to pull my thong aside once again. I heard and felt
her squirt something on my booty and I am guessing her cock before feeling
a finger slip easily into me.  Then as expected, her cock followed.  God I
loved her big cock buried inside me like that!  After spanking my ass to
make me yelp in surprise, she began to push in and out, grasping my hips.
Her maleness invaded my behind like some Sailor docking at Subic Bay in the
Philippines after months at sea!  Strong, forceful, and repeatedly, she
pounded my ass and me into submission making me moan and beg for more,

"Fuck me baby!  Fuck me with that big cock and make me your bitch!  Oh God,
my boipussy feels so full from your big cock! OH! Oh!  Yes!  Yes! Yes!
Fuck it's so big and good.  I never knew it would be like this...your cock
has me coming again already...oh....God.....yessss....coming!"

I squealed like some street whore making her client feel good, except I
could not help myself.  I absolutely loved the feeling and orgasm of her
fucking me.  I would never be satisfied with straight sex again if this was
the type of orgasm I got as a girl!  She fucked me hard like that for about
10 minutes, before pulling out of me and putting me on my back with my legs
on her shoulders before stuffing herself back into me.  She pumped wildly
into me, making me groan out for her to fuck me harder.  After about
another 5 to 10 minutes, her hands pressed my legs apart so they were
almost flat to the desk.  My false breasts were bouncing wildly about on my
chest, that fapping noise from really good hard sex was loud in my ears
along with my own husky voice begging her to fill me with her seed as she
groaned in sexual fervor until I felt her cock swell, before starting to
pulse and throb inside me as she pushed into me hard one final time.
Feeling her seed jet into me from her cock, threw me hard over the edge as
well so that I had to stuff the heel of my hand into my mouth to keep from
screaming in pleasure.  Jeanette' slowed her rhythm of in and out until she
softened and slipped out of me.  As I struggled to move off her desk to
stuff her into my mouth for cleanup, she held me down and told me to
clench.  Bewildered, I looked up at her dreamily until I understood that
she wanted me to clench my gaped ass together so I would not cream pie her
desk and did so.  Once off her desk, I dropped to my knees and stuffed her
magnificent love stick into my mouth for worship.  She grinned down at me
to ask,

"Damn baby, you love my cock in you don't you?"

"UmmHmm" I said around my mouthful of cock as I looked up at her.

"You know that with your small she-penis and my big cock who will end up
being the bottom girl in this relationship don't you, Gurlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?  You want to be my girlfriend, or do you want me to be YOUR
girlfriend?  Either way the answer is yes!"  I stopped cleaning her cock
before responding and jumping up to kiss her in happiness.

She kissed me back, sucking on my tongue and then invading my mouth with
hers before pulling back to turn me about so she could stuff some Kleenex
into my panties to soak up her sperm leaking slowly out of me.  Quickly
straightening up my clothes in route to the restroom, so I could put in a
tampon, I looked over my shoulder and blew her a kiss.  While I was in the
restroom straightening up, she must have ordered sandwiches as when I
finally got out, they were waiting on her little dining table with some
chips and soda.

That night, dress rehearsal went swimmingly.  No lines flubbed, actors on
que and spot, sound check good, and the music was perfect for the Christmas
message we had set up for that Friday night.  We took all the costumes and
bagged them up by the door so we could wash and press them in the morning.
We then headed to bed and made love till all hours before passing out into
oblivion.  Waking up the next morning late...like 10 am late, I went to the
kitchen to make coffee and breakfast while Jeanette' showered and got
ready.  As I was setting the food and a cup on the table for her she came
out and asked,

"Honey, where are the costumes from last night?  I thought we left them by
the door, and they are not there."

"Baby.  We left them by the door...wait, what day is today?  SHIT!  Is that
the garbage truck I hear?  RUN!  See if they grabbed them by accident!"

We both ran out to see the garbage truck leaving with the last signs of a
costume being crushed into it's belly and Jeanette' frantically crying out
that the show was ruined!  We went back inside and I tried to console her,
but she was so angry and upset at the loss of the costuming, she just said
for me to leave as she needed to figure out what to do.  On my way home,
despondent that I had hurt her, I had an epiphany thinking about how we
could use Amazon and once home, ordered all the replacement costumes we
would need for the cast and charged it to my savings account with delivery
Friday night!

Jeanette' was despondent and distant the next couple of days, but when the
costumes arrived Friday afternoon instead of that night and we found them
to be acceptable, she bounced up and down saying I had saved Christmas and
hugged me, kissed me and then dropped to her knees to pull out my penis and
start to suck me off.  Part way through, my second glorious blowjob from
this sexy Asian goddess, I stopped her, stood her up and whispered,

"Baby, as much as I appreciate your trying to reward me for something, the
real reward would be for you to make love to me so that we both come.  I
know you like banging my boi pussy and you know I come so much harder when
you do, so please take me to bed and make love to me like I am your one and
only gurlfriend!  That's what I really want!"

Jeanette' just grinned as she took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.  Once
inside, she slowly dropped out of her slacks and blouse, while I slipped
off my long skirt and blouse, so I was just in panties, bra, and heels.
When she kissed me with plenty of passion and tongue, I melted into her
arms, moaning as our tongues dueled, biting her lip as I caressed her
breasts.  She squeezed my booty gently before dropping my panties to the
floor, pushing me into bed, and starting to kiss and nip at my neck and
shoulders until I spread my legs wide so she could move between them.
Stroking her rampant shaft, pushing the precome down its length made her
even more aggressive as she raised up onto her arms in a plank before
teasing her cockhead against my boipussy entrance, before slipping it into
my lubed hole with a moan that was copied by my groan of pleasure as I was
filled by her big cock.  Jeanette' started a slow long stroke while kissing
me or biting, sucking on my neck to make me shiver in excitement.  Soon she
increased her pace and thrusting strength so that I was letting out little
moans or cries of lust, begging for her to seed me, to fuck me, crying out
as multiple orgasms rippled through me, making me quiver and shake as I
ejaculated onto my belly and breasts.  She pounded that hard cock into me
for almost an hour...in missionary, doggy, supine on my belly, from behind
while on our side, with me on top in cowgirl and then back to missionary.
I never imagined being able to last that long as a man, but as the girl, I
could not stop coming after a certain threshold had been passed so that
when Jeanette' finally did push into me with a final hard thrust to spew
her come inside my belly, I cried out in one last orgasm, passing out for I
do not know how long until I woke with a gasp in the dark feeling Jeanette'
spooning me from behind, with a hand over my shoulder, cupping a breast,
snoring very softly into my neck.  This is what I wanted in my life, and I
hoped she felt the same way!

When Saturday morning finally arrived, we hugged and kissed for a short
time, making pillow talk, commenting on how each of us was just 'glowing'.
Once up, Jeanette' showered while I got coffee and breakfast going while
still just in my underclothes.  She came out from her morning ablutions
dressed in tight jeans, a black top and some black wedge heeled ankle boots
looking like a million dollars to me.  She hugged me from behind, kissed my
neck, whispered 'good morning hun' once again then sat down to have me
bring her breakfast and coffee.  As we ate, she looked up at me and said in
a serious tone,

"Honey, I been thinking about our relationship, and I do want you to be my
girlfriend.  I know we have only known each other a week, but it has been
an incredible week and if tonight goes as well as rehearsal, like I think,
expect it to, will you be my girlfriend?  If you say yes, it means you
dress like a girl 24/7, and I am the top in this relationship since my cock
is way bigger than yours.  You think about it and let me know after the
show, but remember I expect 24/7 girlie dress from my girlfriend so that
means transitioning at work too, baby. Oh, and HRT should be started so we
can make you a little more feminine I think as you won't be needing that
she clittie for penetration if this week has been any indication of how our
sex life will be!"

I just grinned like and idiot and said,

"Baby, I don't need to wait.  This week has been like a dream or some
RomCom with you asking me to be yours.  It's like the happy ending you hope
for, so of course I will be your Girlfriend and will call work Tuesday when
most are back in the office to let them know about my transition!  I am so
excited to be Kandi full time like I have been the past few days!"

That night, Jeanette' wore dark loose women's slacks, a red and green
blouse with the same black wedge shoes from earlier in the day.  I went all
out and wore a sexy little teddy with garter straps, red and white striped
hose, a green body Con 'Santa dress', my hair loose with big hoop earrings,
plenty of jewelry, red high heels and dark smoky make up.  I knew I would
get plenty of attention since the skirt only went to maybe mid-thigh, but
the only attention I wanted was from Jeanette' who knew it by how handsy
she got!

The show was a total success!  People were crying, cheering and even gave
the cast a standing ovation at the end!  While the show ran, Jeanette' and
I were just offstage, arm in arm, at the stage right wing, cheering quietly
or bouncing in excitement, clapping softly, as something went just perfect.
At one point she softly spanked my butt, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek
and whisper how my idea for that part really worked out well based on crowd
response.  Smiling, I just accepted the praise and languished in her PDA
like the love-struck fool I was...wait, did I just say 'love struck'?  Man,
I really had it bad!  After the theater cleared and all the actors had
left, Jeanette' took me upstairs and we made long slow love to each other.
When we finished and started to curl up against each other, I said it.

"I love you baby!  I can't believe how good you make me feel!"

After a short pause, she said back,

"Mmm, I love you too Hun!"

In the morning, I slipped under the covers after feeling her morning wood,
so that I could blow her awake.  Starting by sucking on the head, getting
it wet, then pushing my tongue down the length, I was able to stroke my
spittle down, moistening her shaft before starting to bob up and down on
it.  I used my free hand to play with her heavy balls before using a spit
covered finger to push into her bottom.  Then aggressively sucking on that
big cock of hers while pushing my finger in and out, had her coming in
short order!  I felt her hand now on the back of my head, keeping me on her
cock so that I could clean it and insure I drained those beautiful balls of
all the jism I could.

Slipping out of her bum, throwing the covers up so I could lay next to her,
kissing her good morning, she just grinned at me before saying,

"Best idea I ever had, making you my girlfriend Hun.  Oh, before I forget,
dress in something low rise today as I have a surprise for you for
Christmas!"

"Mmmm, whatever you say baby!"

So after breakfast, I put on a red thong, some very tight, low rise flare
jeans with no back pockets, a red Bra and T-Shirt that had a red tartan
pattern and some red heels.  Jeanette' wore some loose-fitting jeans, a
green t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes so that I was actually a wee bit
taller than her.  She took us to a tattoo, piercing place and had them
tattoo on my lower back a tribal butterfly, that had heart shaped wings, on
me as well as a ring instead of barbel belly button piercing that had
little diamond chips all around it.  Once it was all done, she paid the
artist and kissing me said,

"Consider the belly button ring as a 'promise ring', Honey!"

On Christmas eve we exchanged presents and both of us gave each other
plenty of clothes and lingerie!  We did a nice light dinner then both
stuffed each other's stocking from Santa and 'surreptitiously' left a
present from Santa for each of us.  Christmas morning, Jeanette' made sure
to fuck me silly as we woke.  I was walking into the kitchen with a loose
hipped walk that said 'horny, well fucked, bitch' to start coffee when
Jeanette' said,

"Come out to the tree baby!  Look what happened!"

I started the coffee, then quickly headed to her Xmas tree, wondering what
could have possibly happened while we were asleep, to see many more
presents under the tree from Santa!  It was all girlie items for me,
neutral dress items for her, and a key to the theater tossed into my
stocking!  "I guess this is a sign that we are meant to be together, Hun!"

We hugged and kissed in happiness before grabbing a light breakfast and
some coffee.  We lounged about the house all day, wondering how someone got
in without tripping any alarms or waking us up, but after a while just put
it off as 'Santa did it' and watched movies, cuddled, necked, made slow
love, or munched on snacks.  Later that night we both got ready to go to a
fancy dinner place, so she wore some nice slacks, high heels and a low-cut
blouse that showed off her "B" cups cleavage nicely.  Knowing she liked me
to be girlie, I put on my breastplate with a choker over the seam, a red
satin thong panty, no bra and a tiny low cut, short, hemmed body con red
dress that showcased every curve of my body and really presented my
cleavage for all to see.  Little cap sleeves covered the shoulder seam of
my breastplate, but the dress still left the top of my back open.  The
skirt portion was at best mid-thigh so that I exposed a lot of leg, that
was accented by the 5-inch strappy red heels I knew would leave my feet
sore at the end of the night if I did much walking in them...but did not
expect to walk to much tonight with them on, I thought with a mischievous
grin!

We ate a pretty fancy meal of seafood, champagne, and vegetables, then with
my being a wee bit to tipsy to drive, Jeanette' drove us home and once
again our night ended with my dress and thong being the only things taken
off!  Jeanette' made sure I felt like the girl as she routinely was on top.
Even when I got to ride her in the girl superior position, she grabbed my
booty to hold me still while pounding into me so that she was fucking me
instead of my controlling the action.  I lost track of how many orgasms I
had, but I know she came at least three times!

Tuesday we went back to work with Jeanette' still employed by the theater
and me back to my accounting job...albeit in my new outfits.  Typically, I
would wear a nice conservative, business, skirt suit with knee length
pencil skirts and a nice white styled blouse and sensible 3-inch heels.  I
did however tend to wear expensive, sexy undergarments like thongs,
garters, lace topped stockings, plunging or cleavage accenting brassieres
as I knew Jeanette' loved it, often saying 'I was business on the outside
and slutty on the inside!' and I do not think she was wrong.  Work seemed
to take my transition well, and I started HRT just about a week after I
became Kandi to all my coworkers.

About four months in on HRT, we went and got me top surgery so I could stop
wearing the breast plate which was starting to look worn on the edges from
the daily use.  When Jeanette' could finally play with my own real breasts
or suckle on MY nipple, it drove me absolutely wild.  I even got to a point
I would lick my own nipple to start to tease myself or just roughly play
with them while being fucked. I became a true slut trying to rub my breasts
on Jeanette' whenever I could!  The electrically erotic feeling of having
that weight moving on my chest drove me to distraction!  Having my lover
play with them was now my single most effective trigger to get my motor
revving and she knew it!

In July, right about when I was about to turn 41, Jeanette' sprung a nice
lavish meal on me with some friends at a fancy place and actually proposed
to me, giving me the ladies engagement ring!  I squealed just like the
ladies always do in movies, hugging her, kissing her, naturally I had said
yes.  We set a wedding date for December 22nd on a Saturday next year.  The
amount of drinks and well-wishing we got from other patrons in the
restaurant was overwhelming since we looked like a gay couple and that is
not always well received in some areas!

We spent the next several months getting everything set up and initially my
dad was a little put out about my transition and walking me down the aisle,
but after Mom talked to him, he agreed, and they ended up helping to pay
for the wedding.  It was a small private affair with our closest 75 best
friends!  The food was catered Polynesian at Jeanette's request, the cake
was chocolate at mine.  That day, my Maid of Honor wore a soft yellow long
gown while I wore the most scrumptious all lace mermaid style dress with
long bell sleeves and a plunging neckline covered with sheet nylon and
little pearl beads.  My bouquet was of yellow roses and baby's breath
flowers.  My long pink nails were glossy and perfect, my make up done by a
professional that morning.  Jeanette' wore a tuxedo with painted on paints,
tall wedge heels and a yellow cummerbund and boutonniere.  She looked so
sexy I almost swooned!  A short sweet 15-minute ceremony had us being
announced as husband and wife by the pagan priest who took our wedding as
he did not have an issue with gay weddings.  We ate, drank, danced, drank
some more, did the whole cake thing without shoving it in each other's
faces, tossed the garter and roses, drank, and danced some more before
finally going back to the theater apartment.

We spent the night making love all over the house and even on stage of the
theater!  At 6 am I woke, showered, put on coffee, packed for the honeymoon
that I found out last night was in Hawaii!  At about 7am, I went into
Jeanette' and woke her all alarmed that we would miss our flight due to her
sleeping in and she jumped out of bed, scampering to the bathroom to
shower.  She came out moments later with a scowl saying,

"You bitch!  It's only 7 and I could have slept in!  Oh, man my head hurts
from all that champagne yesterday!  OK I am showering and getting dressed,
but can you bring me some coffee wife o' mine?"

"Yes I can my love, did you still want it sweet and creamy like your
wife!?"  I asked with a mischievous grin.

She spanked my ass as I turned and told me to get along.  I got it all set
and brought it in to her and she was gleaming from the shower making me
drool with unbridled lust at the sight of her cock dangling between her
legs.  Not even married 24 hours and I had some serious hot pants for my
wife!  We ate a quick breakfast, finished packing just as Mom and Dad
showed up to take us to the airport.

Once in Hawaii, I think I may have worn pants once, but it was almost
always a skimpy little bikini and plenty of sunscreen to stave away the
'Hawlie Rot' sunburns.  I did end up , however, getting some very deep tan
lines which I saw turned Jeanette' on even more!  My guesstimate is we had
sex on average 3-4 times a day and by the end of the week I was walking
with a definite 'well fucked', loose hipped, gait and was proud of it due
to the amount of men that were constantly checking me out.  I absolutely
loved having some guy blatantly checking me out only to freak or look away
embarrassedly when I snuggled into a wet kiss with Jeanette'.

As we were headed back to the mainland, we saw a Santa still ringing his
bell inside the airport and I had to stop to drop a fiver in his pot.  He
looked at me with a smile and said,

"Looks like you've been a good girl this year too Kandi, I hope you are
happy with your life now?"  as he touched his finger to his nose.

I gasped as I realized it was the same Santa from a year ago who I had
asked to give me a Christmas Movie life!  With a grin and a leap into his
arms, I kissed him full on the mouth, hugged him hard and responded,

"Best Gift EVER Santa!  Thanks so much for making my life perfect in every
way!"