Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 19:29:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Ann Part 1

I am an older married man who has dated many cross dressers and transgender
women over the years.  At first it was a kinky "walk and the wild side" but
over time I came to really have feelings for the person, and that became
more important than the intimacy we had.  The movie "Soldier's Girl" was
very moving and helped me realize that I really wanted to LOVE a
transgender woman.

I have had several truly wonderful loving relationships, and have come to
believe that if I knew what I know now when I was young, I would have
married a transgender woman.  This series is a fantasy in which I imagine
what that life might have been like.  It is set in the late 1960's, when I
was a teen.  –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)


Bill and Ann Part 1


I arrived at the home of Jim and Melissa.  Jim was a lawyer and Melissa was
his transgendered wife.  They knew that I had dated Eydie, cross dresser
and really preferred such "girls".  Eydie had recently been torn from my
life because her home was raided by police, who arrested her father for
making child pornography with her.  Eydie ended up in a foster home, where
she was compelled to live as a boy.

I sat between Jim and Melissa on their couch and exchanged small talk for
awhile and finally I said, "There is something that has really been
troubling me, and I just don't know what to do."

Melissa took my hand and said, "Tell us about it, Bill.  We may or may not
be able to help, but we are good listeners."

"It has been over a month since Eydie was taken from my life and I really
miss her," I said

"Both of you were very close, and you cared about her, so of course you
feel the pain of loss," Melissa explained, "You may never forget her, and
perhaps that is as it should be, but you will get past this pain."

"I suppose that may be true, but it feels pretty bad right now, but there
is a bigger issue," I said.

"Oh?" asked Jim, "tell us more."

"I've been noticing girls at school, but know they are not like Eydie.  I
really want a girlfriend like Eydie," I explained.

"So you want a transgendered girl, not a genetic girl?" asked Melissa.

"Yes, that's it exactly," I replied.

"Why do you think you want a transgender girlfriend – because they have
a cock?" asked Jim, as Melissa glared at him.

"They have a clitty," I said, "but that is not all of it – I feel very
attracted to them and don't know why."

Melissa smiled and said, "You are right to say they have a clitty. Perhaps
you like the way they are even more feminine than genetic women."

"That might be part of it – I know that I just want to be with them, and
not just for the sex," I said.

Melissa had taught me a lot about transgender women, and I knew they were
not just boys dressing as girls, but girls trapped in a boy's body.  The
medical profession called it gender dysphoria and regarded it as a
psychological disorder. But I knew that these girls were not mental cases,
but people facing a really tough life.  They had to be very secretive
because our repressive society regarded them as homosexual perverts.  I
learned that exposure was dangerous, with some girls being beaten or
murdered for being different.  These girls often were so troubled that they
resorted to suicide.

I suppose I felt good about helping them become the girls the were inside.
Eydie made me feel so appreciated, just because I accepted her and treated
her as a girl.  I missed her so much.

"The girls in my school are just not for me, but I know that girls like
Eydie are very rare.  I wish I knew how to meet others," I said.

Jim and Melissa looked at each other but said nothing for a bit.  Finally
Melissa said, "I have an idea but want to discuss it with Jim first.  We'll
go in the other room and be back shortly, ok?"

I nodded in agreement as they got up and left.  In a few minutes they
returned and Jim said, "Bill I think you know that life for a transgender
girl is one of secrecy, and if you are to be their friend you must never
betray their secret."

"Yes, I understand – I'm looking for someone to care about – to
love," I responded.

Melissa added, "Bill, you are mature beyond your years and understand
things that most boys your age do not. You have had sexual experiences that
most of your friends won't have for years.  Are you mainly looking for a
girl to have sex with?"

"Not right away – I'm mainly looking for a girl to be my girlfriend –
I want sex eventually, but when it is right for us," I answered.

Jim continued, "Melissa and I may be able to help you, but let us make some
inquiries.  Can you come back to see us tomorrow?"

"Yes, I can – thank you so much for helping me!" I said.

I left Jim and Melissa's wondering what was next, but filled with
anticipation.


To be continued . . .

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