Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 12:47:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught My Best Friend Part 8

Caught My Best Friend (part 8)

What do you do when your best friend since high school turns out to be a
cross-dresser?  Is your friendship strong enough to survive this?  I hope
you enjoy this work of fiction.

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The next morning I awoke and found Ginnie still beside me.  I still had my
arm around her and her soft round buns against me.  It didn't take long
before I was fully aroused, and reaching for Ginnie's lovely little clitty.
I played with her and her arousal grew as she awoke.

"That's a much nicer way to wake up than an alarm clock!" she said, rolling
over and kissing me.  She reached for me and continued, "I see that you are
still ready for me."

"You are the kind of girl a man can always be ready for," I said with a
smile.

Ginnie changed position and took me into her mouth.  She lay beside me,
inverted in the bed and with her clitty close to me face.  I pulled her
toward me and we 69'd on our side for a bit.  Then I put my arms around
her, rolled and pulled her on top of me.  Her legs were now on either side
of me, and I had a wonderful view of her pretty ass.  Her balls rested on
my nose as I sucked her – that gave me an idea I would have to talk with
her about later, but for now my attention was divided between her aroused
clitty and her gorgeous ass.

As I sucked, I spread her cheeks and looked at her tender pucker.  I let
her clitty slip from my mouth and pulled her ass closer to me, getting
Ginnie onto her knees.  She was confused about my intentions, but as soon
as my lips touched her pucker she let out a moan, "Oh God!!!"

Encouraged, I told her to sit up, which she did, kneeling over my face
while I extended my tongue into her.  She made barely audible sounds of
pleasure as she wiggled above me and I rimmed her.  Suddenly she pulled off
me and put her clitty in my mouth as she climaxed.  She lay back down on me
and took me into her mouth as her spent clitty remained in my mouth, along
with her girl juice.

We lay like that for a few minutes while Ginnie recovered and soon she was
sucking me eagerly.  It didn't take long before she brought me to climax,
and she resumed her place next to me, snuggling closely.

"Whatever possessed you to do that?" she asked.

"I know that girls like you are generally very anal erotic," I said, "and
most other girls I've been with have loved it."

"You mean you've kissed the ass of every girl you've dated?" demanded
Ginnie.

"Not all of them, but many of them," I replied defensively.

"I knew you have been with others," Ginnie said, "but how many?"

"I haven't kept track, but quite a few," I admitted, "perhaps a few dozen."

I had to explain to her that I wasn't womanizer with a wandering eye, but I
guy whose relationships simply ended because of my travel or other
circumstances.  "I've always wanted one girl for a lasting relationship,
and I hope I have that now," I explained.

"But it is such a dirty thing to do," Ginnie protested.

"Not if you are clean," I replied.

"How did you know I was clean?" she asked.

"I was just hoping for the best," I explained, "but if you weren't, you are
now!"

"Oh Yuk!!!" Ginnie shot back.

"Ok, I'll go brush my teeth before I kiss you," I said.

"No you won't!" she said, kissing me intently, "that was wonderful!"

"Bill dear," Ginnie said, "it felt wonderful, but it still seems kind of
gross to me."

"Don't spend much time thinking about it, dear," I said, "just enjoy it
when it happens."

"Ok Bill," Ginnie agreed, "and I will do my best to always be clean for
you, but if I don't think I am, I'll tell you I need to freshen up – I
don't want you to be cleaning me up!"

"Ok," I said, "its a deal."

"Ah, Bill?" Ginnie said.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I really liked that a lot," she said, "but I don't think I can bring
myself to ask you to do it again."

"You won't have to," I replied, "but you should know that anytime I see
your pretty buns I might be thinking about it."

"Ok, then you do it when you decide to," she said, "but I'm not sure I can
bring myself to return the favor."

"You don't have to and I don't want you to!" I said emphatically, "There
are things a man does for a woman, so let's just leave it at that, okay?"

Ginnie nodded with agreement and we showered together.

Getting dressed, we made breakfast together and sat down to eat.  I began,
"I know you want to keep your clitty, and I want that too, but what about
your balls?"

"You want me to get my balls cut off?" Ginnie asked.

"I'm not suggesting that – only that it is a possibility," I explained,
"it makes me cringe to think about it, but it is something girls like you
sometimes do."

"Why?" asked Ginnie.

"Two reasons," I replied, "first to remove testosterone from your system,
it won't continue to promote beard growth and require you to take a daily
testosterone blocker, such as Spironolactone, and second as to support a
legal gender change."

"I may have low T, since my beard is not heavy," she said, "I often can get
by shaving every other day as Jim, though I need to daily as Ginnie –
but shaving is something I would gladly give up.  But what's this about
legal gender change?"

"Your birth certificate, driver's license and other government documents
show you as a male.  In order to change that to female, the courts
typically require that you have had 'irreversible medical treatment' that
would preclude your resuming your old gender."

"Losing my balls is certainly irreversible!" declared Ginnie.

"And much, much less extreme than GRS!" I agreed, "it is called an
orchidectomy, and can be done with a local anesthetic as an outpatient
procedure."

"Why even bother with a legal gender change, anyway?" asked Ginnie.

"Do you remember having to register with the Selective Service when you
were eighteen, so you could be drafted into military service?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, "but we haven't had a military draft for decades."

"Maybe not," I replied, "but our government always seems to be picking a
fight with someone, and might just run out of volunteers one day.  If you
were called to report to the draft board it could be very awkward."

"Besides that," I continued, "if we left the country for a vacation, you
could be hassled by Homeland Security if the gender on your passport was
different than you appeared to be – how would you like a strip seach at
the border?"

"It would be nice to travel together oversees," acknowledged Ginnie, "but
I'll the only strip search I want is from you!"

"One other thing," I said, "if you get pulled over for a burned out tail
lamp, the police could hassle you if you don't look like the gender on your
driver's license."

"Why would they do that?" she asked.

"Two reasons," I said, "the legitimate reason is that criminals often
disguise themselves, so police are looking for that – the other reason
is that some of them are just jerks who like to hassle people."

"Oh my gosh!" said Ginnie, "I hadn't thought about getting pulled over by
the police – I would be so embarrassed!"

"Or worse," I said, "if they took you into custody."

"I'm not suggesting that you lose your balls," I said, "it's just an option
I wanted you to know about – frankly, the very idea of it makes me
cringe!"

"Well, I'm not as fond of my balls as you may be of yours," said Ginnie,
"but I'm not so comfortable about losing them – I'll have to think about
it."

"Whatever you decide dear, I'm with you on it," I replied.

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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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