Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2016 18:49:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Love With a Tgirl Part 8

In Love With a Tgirl (part 8)

I discovered late in life that I loved transgendered woman.  This fictional
account imagines what life might have been like if I had realized it
earlier.  I hope you enjoy this fantasy.

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We lay embracing after our mutual climax.  I felt like the luckiest guy in
the world.  We both almost drifted off to sleep when Martha tapped on the
door and said, "Melinda, your father will be home soon – you should get
dressed and come downstairs."

We got dressed and went downstairs.  I hugged Martha and said, "Mom, I
really appreciate your understanding, and giving us some private time
together."

Martha smiled and kissed me on the cheek, and replied, "I may be a bit
old-school, but I know kids are doing it younger, and Melinda has been
saving herself for the right man, and that's you!"

"I consider it to be a very big deal," I said, "To me it is wonderful way
for two people in love to share, not just a cheap way for a guy to score."

"You sure know the right thing to say!," said Martha, "I sure hope you are
as good as your words."  Martha gave me a smile and wink to show she meant
no offence.

Melinda's father usually spent a couple of hours at the VFW hall on Sunday
afternoons, so he will come home after a couple of beers, and freely
speaking his mind.  Veterans were often pretty conservative, and I just
didn't know what to expect from him.

When Mike arrived we were introduced and the four of us sat in the living
room and talked.  Mike was in good spirits – definitely a good sign
because some guys get mean and nasty when they drink.  Melinda announced
that she was looking into getting an orchi, and had to explain what it was.

Martha already knew but Mike looked shocked, and I could see him
involuntarily press his legs together, as if to protect himself.  After
Melinda explained the advantages Mike said it made sense, but still seemed
really extreme.

Then Mike said, "Melinda, why don't you help your mother in the kitchen
while Bill and I talk?  And bring Bill and I a beer while you're up."

I tensed up, wondering what was coming.  I couldn't help but think that the
last think he needed was another beer, but I was in no position to say
anything.

"So what is it that attracts you about Melinda?" he asked.

I was expecting that and was reasonably ready for it, and responded, "She
is very pretty, and wonderful to be with – she is a kind a caring
person, and makes me want to be a better man for her."

"Martha said you were a slick talker alright," he shot back.

"It may sound like quite a line," I said, "but it's the absolute truth."

"Even though she has a dick instead of a snatch?" he asked.

It was a really crude way to put it, but it was probably just the beer
talking, so I just went with it an answered, "I had some difficulty with
that at first, but when I considered Melinda as a whole person, and not a
collection of body parts, I realized that what made her a woman was not
what was between her legs, but what was between her ears, and her heart."

Mike leaned forward in his chair and asked, "Do you REALLY mean that?"

"Completely!" I insisted.

"Then you are in love with a girl with a dick!" Mike declared, "so are you
gay?"

"I don't think so," I responded, trying to remain calm in the face of such
provoking language.

"You think so?" Mike asked, "Wouldn't you know?"

"I have always been straight, and think I still am," I replied, "I am
attracted to girls, and not guys, and deeply love Melinda.  I see our
relationship to be like that of a normal straight couple, but I can see how
some might disagree. But we have to make our own lives, regardless of what
others may think – besides there is no reason for others to know that
Melinda is any different than any other girl."

"She must really love you if she's willing to cut her balls off for you!"
added Mike.

"We are deeply in love, but don't want her to do it for me," I said, "it
makes me cringe just to think about it!"

"Me too!" Mike agreed.

"Mel was my only child, and the son I wanted for a long time," said Mike,
"and it really bothered me that he didn't act like other boys.  We took him
to doctors and therepists but he still was different.  When he said he was
really a girl and wanted to be called Melinda it broke my heart.  But I've
gotten over that and my biggest concern is for her safety – there are a
lot of crazy people out there."

"I know that very well, Sir," I said, "and would never expose Melinda to
danger.  I consider her well being ahead of my own."

"That's the way it should be if you truly love her," Mike responded, "and
just call me Dad – you can skip the Sir stuff."

Martha called us for dinner, and it felt like I had passed Mike's
inspection.

We had a really nice dinner and the conversation was very encouraging.
Both Martha and Mike said they were so glad that Melinda found such a
really nice guy – they were worried that she might end up with some
"tranny chaser", or worse.

"I think you should give Melinda credit for being a very smart and
discerning young lady," I said, "I just got lucky and found her."

Melinda squeezed my hand under the table and smiled.

After dinner we drove back to college, both pleased with how our visit had
gone.

"I know it is too early to think seriously about marriage," I said, "and I
haven't even asked you, but it sure seems like we are heading down that
path."

"I think so too," agreed Melinda, "so is there something you think we
should do about it?"

"Well, we know we love each other and our dates go well – we are great
in the bedroom, and I passed the family test, but we haven't really been
together continually."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" asked Melinda, "You know we can't
live together in the dorm."

"No, but we could get an apartment together next semester," I replied, "A
shared apartment would cost less than two dorm rooms."

"I'll think about it," said Melinda.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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