Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 22:31:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Ann Part 3

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 3


I arrived at Ann's house Saturday a little after noon.  Ann met me at the
door and invited me in.  Her smile was radiant!  I felt like the luckiest
guy in the world, to be dating such a beautiful girl.

I couldn't resist kissing her cheek, hoping that one day soon I would be
kissing her lips.  Ann's long red hair contrasted with the pretty green
blouse she wore.  It had delicate lace work on the front, and buttons that
looked like black pearls.  Her matching green skirt was trimmed with lace
at the bottom.  Ann's shapely legs were covered with black hose.

"I'm sorry for staring," I said, "but you look so lovely I need some time
to take it all in!"

Helen told me to come in and sit down, offering me a glass of coke.  I
thanked her and sat down.

"Now what is the plan for the day?" she asked.

"I thought we would go to Brenda's Diner for lunch and then go see a movie.
Would you care to join us for lunch?" I asked.

"Perhaps another time," said Helen, "right now I want the two of you to get
to know each other, and that will happen best if I leave you alone."  If I
pick you up by the theater at 4:30, would that work okay?"

Ann and I both agreed that it would be perfect, so we all entered the car
and set out for town.

Helen dropped us off in front of Brenda's and we approached the door.
"Wait," I said, as Ann reached for the door, "Let me get that."

Ann paused, allowing me to open the door for her, smiling as she entered.
We chose a table and I helped Ann with her jacket and then with her chair.

"All this attention is so new to me," Ann said, "is this the way it is
between a boy and a girl?"

"It is the way for you and I," I replied.  "You are my lady and I intend to
treat you entirely as a lady."

We sat at the table after ordering, and I reached across and took her hands
in mine.  I looked into her eyes and asked, "Please tell me your story,
dear."

"My story?" she responded, "what story is that?"

"Of how you became you – I think you must have taken a long journey to
get here," I continued.

Ann grew silent and her eyes started to fill with tears.  Realizing my
mistake I quickly said, "no matter, let's talk about it some other time."

"No," said Ann, "if I am going to be your lady then you should know all
about me.  If you still want me at least you will know the whole story.

Ann began, "I was born in central Indiana as Andrew Sherman, a boy, and
from what my father told me, he was very proud.  As I grew I found myself
moving toward girlish things, and had no interest in the male toys they
gave me.  I took off my boy clothes and chose to wear my sister's cloths –
even though they didn't fit, they felt like the right clothes for me."

"My parents grew upset and scolded me, and eventually spanked me to teach
me the right way, but they could not change my very nature.  They were very
religious and took me to see the minister.  They prayed over me but I was
still rejected anything masculine.  As I grew it was even more difficult –
I remember my father slapping my face over and over and telling me he isn't
going to raise a queer.  I didn't know what queer meant, but I could tell
it was bad."

"That was a pretty rough way to start out," I observed.

"It gets worse, just wait," she replied.  "Almost every day was an ordeal
for me, except for the summers.  I would go live with my Aunt Helen for the
summers and she would let me live as a girl, and I became Ann – at least
for a while.  My parents were glad to be rid of me – I suppose I was an
embarrassment."

One September, as I returned home to my parents, they took me to see a
psychologist from our church.  He asked me a lot of questions and finally
said, "I know what is wrong with you – you just need to get right with
God."

"I had no idea what he was talking about – God made me this way and I
suffered for it every day. My parents asked him what could be done and he
told them about a 'faith based cure' that had produced successes in curing
homosexual boys.  I didn't know what a homosexual was, but it sounded like
I must be one.  I turned out that the 'cure' involved week after week of
being lectured to, and praying – I really grew to hate those prayers."

"After two months it was over and my parents were mad at me, because I was
not cured – my father continued to smack me around and say that I just
didn't try hard enough.  I lived a really crummy life with them, with my
only relief being summers with Aunt Helen – until two years ago."

"What happened then?" I inquired.

"My parents would talk about me at night after I went to bed.  I would
sneak out of bed and listen to them.  One night I heard them talking about
taking me to the hospital to get shock therapy.  I didn't know what that
was, so I called Aunt Helen and asked her.  She told me that electicity was
passed through my brain, destroying part of it.  I was really scared and
decided to run away."

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"For several days I collected all the money I could find and gathered my
clothes and put them in some duffle bags I found in the basement.  One
night after my parents went to bed I snuck out of the house.  I took a
razor blade and cut my hand, and got blood all over one of my t-shirts,
which I left in the shrubs in front of my house.  That way the bloody shirt
would be found and they might think I was dead.  Afterwards Aunt Helen got
the local newspaper and saw articles about a search for me.  I guess I
caused quite a lot of trouble."

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I took the bus for part of the way, until my money ran out, then I hitch
hiked the rest of the way," Ann explained.

"That was dangerous – you might have met some really bad people hitch
hiking," I stated.

"Yes, I know – it was a dumb thing but I didn't seem to have any
choice. It took two and a half days to get here.  Aunt Helen was really
upset with me, and took me to the hospital to fix my cut hand."

I turned her hands over and clearly saw a scar on one palm.  I said, "I'm
really sorry you went through all that, but you are safe now. Nobody should
ever have to endure that!  I'm glad you are safe now and I will do my very
best to take care of you, dear."

Ann smiled, squeezed my hands and continued, "I'm not sure about my future.
I like being Ann, but I'm not at all official.  My only "official" self is
Andrew, and in a few years I might even get drafted for the Viet Nam war.
I would not do well in the Army.

As Ann's eyes began to fill with tears again I said, "I don't want you to
ever go back – I don't know how, but I want to help you make a bright
future.  My friend Jim is a smart lawyer, and he may be able to help us
figure out what to do."

Our food arrived and we ate in relative silence, as if too much had already
been said.  I was amazed at what Ann had been through.  I remembered the
abuse that Eydie had described and wondered if all transgendered girls had
led such lives of terror.

After we finished eating I paid the check and helped Ann with her jacket.
We walked to the theater, chose a movie and bought tickets.  We sat in the
back of the theater, away from most of the others, so we had some privacy.
I knew that couples often made out in the theater, and I was hoping to as
well, but wasn't sure how to get started.

I held Ann's hand while we enjoyed the movie.  After a time, Ann rested her
head on my shoulder.  I kissed Ann's forehead, then her cheek and then to
her lips.  At first she did not respond, but then I felt her lips part and
her tongue extend.  Our tongues danced together, neither of us extending
far into the other's mouth.

We separated, but came back several times throughout the movie.  After the
movie, I helped Ann with her jacket once again and we walked out to the
theater lobby.  Ann turned to me and said, "I'm not experienced in kissing,
and don't think I did it very well, but I really enjoyed trying."

I put my hands on her shoulders, facing each other.  I pulled her close and
pressed my lips to hers, giving her a long deep kiss.  "Wow!" she said,
"I'll have more of those, please!"

We both realized how silly that sounded and broke out laughing.  I told Ann
how much I enjoyed seeing her smile and asked if she had always looked so
feminine.

"No, I've been taking female hormones for two years now, ever since I moved
in with Aunt Helen.  Jim took me to a speical doctor and had my balls
removed," Ann explained.

"That sounds terrible!  Why lose your balls?" I asked.

"It wasn't bad at all under a doctor's care," she said, "by losing my balls
when I did, I didn't develop as a boy, so I won't have to shave, and the
female hormones can do their work better."

Ann must have noticed me looking at her chest, and said, "I'm a little
young for breasts just yet, but I'm sure they will come."

"I am a very lucky guy to have a lady like you," I said, "You are becoming
more of a woman every day!"

Ann smiled as we waited for Helen to pick us up.

At her door, I kissed Ann on the lips and promised I would be back to see
her soon.



To be continued . . .


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