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Subject: {ASSM} Shemales and Females (M/F TS TV)
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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Shemales and Females
by Greymead (aka Richard Large)

Years ago, my girlfriend used to tell me that if I were a girl, I'd 
definitely be a lesbian.  She was, of course, right.  That girlfriend opened 
my eyes to all kinds of potentials in myself.  It was probably largely 
because of her that I eventually realized that I wanted to be a girl - not 
just dress like one from time to time.

So, several years ago, I embarked on my journey to womanhood.  I won't bore 
you with all the details - only a few people are really interested, and I'm 
not doing this to inform the world about the process of gender reassignment 
- there are plenty of sources for that.

I was already pretty feminine looking before I started my estrogen therapy, 
and just a little bit overweight, so in almost no time, I had small, girlish 
breasts.  It was at this time that the adventure I want to relate began.  I 
looked like a seventeen or eighteen year old girl, a little on the 
flat-chested side, but a girl, nonetheless.

I met Francie at the coffee shop I had begun to frequent (I had abandoned 
all of my old haunts so I could get away from anyone who would know me - I 
wouldn't have been able to handle teasing at that time of my life).  Francie 
worked behind the counter, and I found her very attractive.  I flirted, and 
she returned the pleasure.  Then one day, when there was no one else around 
us, she asked me out.  I was a little surprised.  I looked into her face, 
uncertain of how to proceed.  I knew that I was not what she thought.  I 
worried about what she was going to think - how she would act - when she 
discovered (as she was almost certain to do, judging by the tenor of our 
flirting) that I had a fully functional 8-inch cock in my panties.  I could 
think of no way to tell her without risking real humiliation, so I accepted 
with the intention of breaking the news to her before it became important.

We went to a play at the university.  Something with a lesbian theme that I 
was sure Francie had selected hoping it would break any ice between us.  It 
made me nervous as hell, certain that she did NOT want a cock in her life.  
Some time during the play, her arm settled across my shoulders, and I leaned 
against her, enjoying the warmth and the subtle aromas of her body and hair. 
  When the lights finally came up, we exchanged a look.  I mean a LOOK - the 
kind that kindles fires.  She took my hand and led me from the theater, and 
I followed, my heart beating hard, my breath hard to catch.

Outside, she led me to a dark corner of the building.  I leaned against the 
warm wall and she leaned toward me, a hand on the bricks by my ear, her face 
inches from my own.  I could smell her, feel her warmth, and I wanted her 
desperately.  When she kissed me, I returned it, my tongue tangling with 
hers.  When her hand brushed my tit, I sighed and pushed against it.  When 
she pressed her body against mine and her hands cupped and kneaded my ass, 
my own hand sought her breast, between us.  Then, when her hand moved toward 
my cock, hardening in its gaffe, the panic alarm went off between my ears, 
waking me rudely from my fantasy.  I deflected her hand and slipped from 
between her and the wall.  Her eyes showed confusion and hurt.

"Francie, I have something to tell you."

She looked at me, face settling into what must have been a familiar state 
for her.  "I know - you aren't really into women and you wanted to see what 
it was like, but now you are getting cold feet, right?"

Geez, this was hard.  I mean, I really - REALLY! - wanted to make love to 
her, to have her make love to me, but I was so sure now that what I was 
about to say would spell the end of any interest she might have in me, and 
likely result in public humiliation here and now as she turned to bare my 
secret to all who might be within range of her voice.  Still, what choice 
did I have?  "Francie, I am not a girl."  She looked at me.  I could see the 
words moving about behind her eyes as she tried to put them in an order that 
made sense.  "We need to go someplace more private," I added.

"My apartment is around the corner."  We began walking - I reached for her 
hand, wanting to reassure her - wanting reassurance.  She squeezed it 
tentatively, but didn't say anything.

I have never been so nervous in my life.  I guess she figured that whatever 
I was up to meant that I was going to be either a difficult conquest or a 
no-go.  The heat that had been between us was diminished, but she was still 
lukewarm.  In her apartment, I choked, not able to make the words.  I 
stepped close, kissed her again - she warmed up quickly.  This time, when 
her hand cupped my groin, I let it linger.  What with the gaffe and the 
thick fabric of the jeans, I don't think she knew she wasn't holding a pussy 
in her hand, but my hardening cock was very uncomfortable, pulled back 
between my thighs as it was.  I needed relief.  I stepped back, smiled at 
her and began to undo my pants.  As I pushed them down over my hips, the 
nervousness attacked me again, but I was committed.  I stepped from the 
jeans and pushed my panties down to show her.  When I unfastened the gaffe 
and let my cock free, her eyes grew wide.

I looked at her - she looked at my cock.  I worried at her shock, then 
thrilled as she began to smile happily.  She looked up at me and the 
excitement in her eyes removed the last of my concern.  "Oh, god, honey!"  
She reached to touch my cock, cupped her hand gently around its length.  It 
grew harder.  She stepped close to kiss me, never relinquishing her hold on 
my cock.

It was a long and gentle kiss.  My hands began to undress her as she removed 
my blouse.  In short minutes, we were finding our way to her bed, glued 
together at the mouth, our hands wandering over each others' bodies.

Francie pushed me back on the bed and crouched over me.  She dropped her 
mouth to my nipple and sucked on it, causing a thrill to race through me.  I 
reached to take her nipple in my fingers, but she pushed my arm back.  "Just 
lay there, sweetheart.  I want to adore you."

She made love to my little tits, sucking and licking, squeezing and pinching 
my nipples, arousing me to a fever pitch before she began to kiss her way 
slowly down over my belly.  She kissed my cock where it lay, stiff, against 
my belly.  She breathed her hot breath over it.  Daintily extending the 
point of her tongue, she licked it very lightly from base to tip.  My cock 
jumped.  She giggled lightly and inhaled the tip between her lips.  I 
groaned and lifted my hips.  She pushed my hips back down and held me there, 
one hand on my tummy as she took my cock in her other hand and began to suck 
it in earnest.  I lay back to enjoy it.

She really knew how to suck cock.

Holding my balls in one hand, she massaged them lightly as her mouth began 
to milk me.  My world centered on the junction of my cock and her lips and 
tongue.  In a very short time, I began to feel the gathering warmth that 
heralded impending orgasm.  "Oh, honey!  I'm gonna cum!"  Francie sucked my 
cock deep, her tongue flicking out past it to stroke my balls.  She pulled 
back as the first spurt of hot jizz burned its pleasure through my shaft and 
escaped into the warmth of her mouth.  She sucked and swallowed, pulling the 
next spurt and the one after that out of me.  Finally, fully drained, I 
relaxed.  She slowly relinquished my softening pecker and slid up to kiss 
me.  It was the first time I had tasted my jizz.

As she kissed me, her hand wandered over my body to find my cock again.  She 
held it, hardening in her hand as she whispered, "fuck me now" in my ear.  
Surprised to be hard again so soon, I rolled her onto her back and kissed 
her hard.  I slid a hand down over her breast, pulled at the nipple.  She 
reached for my cock and pulled it toward her pussy.  I took the hint - she 
was in no mood for niceties.  My hand moved to her pussy, spreading it for 
my cock.  She was hot and wet, and I slid deep into her with a single 
thrust, my belly against hers as she began to hump up against me with a 
frantic rhythm.

I may have been on top, but she was fucking me.  There was no way I could 
keep up with her.  Unless she slowed down, all I could do was hang on and go 
for the ride.

But in very short time, she started to make little yipping noises, expelling 
one with each upthrust of her hips.  I grabbed her nipple between thumb and 
forefinger and pulled on it.  She screamed aloud and came around my cock, 
shuddering as she did it.

As she subsided, I began to fuck her, more slowly this time.  She looked up 
at me and smiled.  Her hips moved in a slow circle, which I matched.  We 
fucked like that, slowly.

She began to stroke and fondle my breasts as I fucked her.  As I saw the 
blush begin to spread over her own breasts, she sighed and moved against me. 
  Her mouth moved to fasten over one nipple while her hand sought the other. 
  It felt so good that it released my building orgasm.  I felt her under me 
as I pumped my jizz into her, her cunt squeezing me, and knew that she was 
cumming too.

As we lay side-by-side, facing each other, cuddling and whispering, her 
hands continually explored my hair, my breasts, my waist.  "You are 
everything I have wanted in my life," she admitted.

That was many months ago.  I stopped the hormone replacement therapy - 
Francie loves a hard cock - and had a breast implant instead.  If our life 
together continues as it started, I am going to be a very happy woman  -  
er...  man.
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