Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 19:56:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Ann Part 5

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 5

After a trip to Indiana, we had two copies of Ann's birth certificate.
After six weeks I had saved over $400 from my paper route – only $100
more and I can pay for Ann's new birth certificate.

Helen, Ann and I sat around the dinner table to finalize what we wanted on
the birth certificate.

"We have some very important decisions to make," I said, "and I have some
new information from Jim that opens up some wonderful opportunities."

"Such as?" asked Helen.

"Well, would you like to be Ann's mother?" I asked.

"I'd have to adopt her for that," she said, "but I'd be willing to, for
Ann's sake."

"You won't have to – we can list you as her mother on Ann's birth
certificate", I said.

"But what if someone checks the real one at the hospital and finds out the
truth?" Helen queried.

"That's the very best part," I replied, "the birth certificate will be from
St. Vincent's hospital, which burned down in 1955 – all the records were
lost, so there is nothing anyone can ever check."

Ann and Helen looked at each other and broke into laughter, "That would be
perfect," declared Ann, "Lets finish all the details."

Using Ann's original birth certificate as a guide, we listed the changes on
a piece of paper:

Name: Ann Marie Martin Mother: Helen Racheal Martin Father: Unknown Gender:
Female

Aside from the hospital and location, everything else would be the same.
We reviewed the list to be sure it was all correct, and I folded it and put
it in my pocket.

"I'll take this to Jim," I said, "it will take a few weeks and by then I'll
have enough money to cover it."

"You are such a dear boy," Helen said, leaning over and kissing me on the
cheek, "Now I'm going to be a mother, and still a virgin."

"I'm so sorry to hear that you never..." I began.

"Oh, it's nothing at all – I don't know what I've missed", she replied.

Helen excused herself and left us to visit.

"The girls at school talk about what they've been doing with their
boyfriends," Ann began, "it seems that boys are nearly always horny.  Do
you get horny?"

"Yes, of course I get horny, every day," said, reddening with
embarrassment, "but that's not your concern."

"The girls at school say they help their boyfriends with their horniness,"
Ann continued, "and I wonder why you don't want my help.  Do you not find
me desirable?"

"Ann, my dear," I said, "I LOVE you and of course I find you desirable –
to me you are the most beautiful girl in the world!"

"But you don't want me?", asked Ann.

"Yes, of course I want you," I answered, "but not to USE you in that way.
We aren't old enough to get married, but if we were I would ask you to be
my wife."

"But what about your needs?" countered Ann, "According to the girls I talk
to, their boyfriends need attention all the time!"

"I take care of it myself, without abusing you," I said.

"Abuse?" asked Ann, "I love you too and I want to be with you, unless you
don't think I can."

"What do you mean, dear?" I asked.

"That thing between my legs – I hate it and know I can never be like
other girls", she cried out.

"Now don't talk like that!" I insisted, "You are better than any other
girl, and the girl I love with all my heart."

"What if I had sex change surgery, like Christine Jorgenson?" asked Ann.

"Don't even think about it!" I said, beginning to anger. "They called it
surgery, but they just cut everything off – that's not a sex change –
it's mutilation, and I won't stand by and see the girl I love do it!"

"They can't make me into a girl – with a vagina?" Ann asked.

"That's all science fiction now – maybe someday, but nobody knows how to
do that today!", I answered, "Now what is it going to take to get your mind
off this?"

"Hold me", said Ann, "just hold me."

I took Ann into my arms, kissed her and held her.  She felt so wonderful in
my arms – I just wanted this difficult conversation over.

"Why don't you talk with Melissa about it – she might give you a
different point of view," I suggested.

"Perhaps I will," Ann whimpered.

I kissed Ann and excused myself, having to deliver the paper to Jim and
Melissa.

I walked to Jim and Melissa's house and found Melissa home.  She invited me
in offered me a coke, which I eagerly accepted.

I gave her the note and told her about the troubling conversation I just
had with Ann, and that she might be coming to visit.

"I shall do my best to set her right," said Melissa.  I thanked her and
departed.



To be continued . . .

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