Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 22:06:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught My Best Friend Part 9

Caught My Best Friend (part 9)

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.

––––––––––––––––––––

After breakfast Ginnie said, "I want to make a blog about my transition,
and perhaps more."

"That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, "may I help you?"

"Of course," she replied, "I even want a section for you to answer
questions."

"What questions would I be answering?" I responded.

"Questions my readers may have of my boyfriend!" she said.

"But there are a lot of things you can help me with," she said, "I want to
focus on my transition, because it is something many people don't
understand well – including me."

"I think as a result of your dating you may know more about transitions
than most girls who have actually done it!" she went on.

"I wouldn't go that far," I protested, "but I have picked up a few things
along the way.  How else can I help?"

"You can write my history" Ginnie replied, "just a page or two taking us up
to now, and I'll take it from there."

"I also need your help in finding a blogging platform, setting it up, and
deciding on other content."

I agreed, and we decided that it would be a great place to put reference
information, like links to other transgender sites, and to resources that
would help in transition.  I told her that I knew that Psychology Today had
a website that helped find therapists in any city, and it could be focused
on those who deal with transgender issues.

"We should take a complete set of body measurements," I said.

"What for?" asked Ginnie, "I don't intend to get that personal."

"You may for some selected issues," I explained, "such as breast growth.
Girls are always interested in how fast and how much."

"I agree," she said, "maybe we should take some pictures as well."

"I'll be glad to take pictures of any and all of you," I said, "and you can
decide which ones to use.  Do you have a cameral?"

"Just the crummy one in my cell phone," she answered.

"I'll bring my camera over so we can take some really good pictures," I
said, "but I want you to watch while I unload them from my camera onto your
computer."

"Why is that?" she asked.

"Because I want you to be absolutely sure that I have no X-rated pictures
of you," I said.

"I don't mind if you do," she said, "I trust you."

"I'm glad that you do," I replied, "but if I never have such pictures, then
you never have to worry about me ever showing them to other people."

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"I wouldn't at this point, and probably never will," I explained, "but a
lot of guys are bastards, and after a split-up some show such pictures
around."

"Oh," replied Ginnie, pausing to think, "I hadn't thought of us ever
splitting up, and what would happen afterward."

"Ginnie dear," I said, "I really care about you and don't mean to upset you
with this talk – I just wanted to give you some peace of mind, knowing
that your pictures are completely within your control."

"I suppose I have been feeling so happy lately that I didn't think our
relationship could ever end," Ginnie confessed.

"I hope it doesn't," I assured her, "in fact I WANT it to be FOREVER."

"You feel that strongly after the few weeks we've been together?" Ginnie
asked.

"I'm not really good about saying this sort of thing," I said, "Ginnie, I
love you!"

"I don't know what to say," said Ginnie.

"Don't say anything if you aren't ready," I said, "if you ever say it, I
want you to be absolutely certain – no doubts at all."

"I mean that I am so surprised," she said, "I am sure, but was afraid to
scare you away by saying it – I love you too – for real!"

I took Ginnie into my arms again and we embraced for several minutes,
kissing tenderly.

"We have known each other for many years," I said, "first as best friends,
and now as boyfriend and girlfriend – if our love can survive all that
we'll be going through in your transition, I want us to be married and
truly make it forever!"

Ginnie's eyes were watering, but her smile told me that she was forming
tears of joy.  We continued to kiss and I continued, "I'm not proposing
right now, but I just want you to know what I hope this will lead to."

"Would our marriage depend upon my having a legal gender change?" Ginnie
asked.

"I think that would be best with a gender change," I replied, "but if you
decided not to, we could always do a same-sex marriage, now that the
Supreme Court has legalized it."

"In most ways our relationship is like a straight couple," Ginnie said,
"and I want our marriage to be as well.  I've decided that I want to have
the orchidectomy."

"Are you sure?" I asked, with astonishment.

"Very sure!" Ginnie declared.  The Spironolactone I would otherwise take to
suppress testosterone is pretty nasty stuff.  It is what they give sex
offenders as for chemical castration.  With the orchi I wouldn't have to
take that drug and it is a pretty convincing 'irreversible change'."

"That's true," I agreed.  "We should make a point of taking `before and
after' pictures."

"Oh, one other thing," I continued, "there is one picture I do need to
have."

"What's that?" Ginnie asked.

"Your smiling face!" I replied, "that is a picture that I will be showing
around."

Ginnie smiled and kissed me again.  We spent some time outlining the blog
content and I did some research to find a good blogging platform.


We found one blogging platform that was free and registered to use it.
Ginnie's blog would be called "Ginnie's Journey" and she insisted that the
home page feature a picture of both of us.

Once I set up the initial structure, I left Ginnie to begin her blogging
while I made a quick stop home to get my digital camera.

Upon my return Ginnie asked me to proofread her blog entry, which I did,
recommending some small adjustments.  After making them, Ginnie saved the
result and signed off.

"It's time for you to explore my body," Ginnie said, "you can take all the
measurements and pictures that you want, but you may have to deal with a
horny girl afterward."

"It's a risk I'm prepared to take," I said, kissing her again.

We went to the bedroom and she insisted that I undress her.  She said there
was something really special about being undressed by me, and I was eager
to comply.  After all, I had developed some proficiency in the removal of a
woman's clothing.

Seeing her there naked, it was all I could do to stay focused on the task
at hand.

I made a list of a number of measurement names on a pad of paper (neck,
bust, waist, hips, etc.), and Ginnie would write down the results as I took
the measurements.

She scanned my list of measurements and said, "You are going to measure my
clitty?" she asked, "why?"

"The hormones will shrink it," I said, "and you may want to tell by how
much."

"I was always embarrassed at the small size," Ginnie said.

"For a man, that makes sense," I responded, "but as a woman a small clitty
is very attractive."

"To me it is simply and ugly part that I didn't even want." Ginnie said.

I began measuring Ginnie and she recorded my readings.  I measured her soft
clitty and found it to be 2-3/4" in length and 3/4" in diameter.  I held it
in my hand and admired it's beauty.  I took it into my mouth and sucked
lovingly for a few minutes.  Once she was fully aroused I pulled back and
measured her again.  Fully aroused she measured 4-1/2" in length and 1" in
diameter.

I stood up and kissed Ginnie.  "Are you going to just leave me this way?"
she asked.

"After we take the pictures," I assured her, "I'll take care of you, dear."

I took a series of pictures from all directions – some full body, some
focusing on specific parts.  Her arousal had subsided so I was able to take
pictures of her clitty soft, and then aroused her for the rest of the
pictures.

I made a point of taking pictures of her balls while she still had them,
and had her get onto her hands and knees on the bed, and took a picture of
her balls hanging down from her pretty ass – soon they would be gone.

I put the camera down and grabbed a tube of KY jelly and set it on the bed
next to Ginnie's legs.  I knelt on the floor behind her and spread her soft
cheeks.  I rimmed her gently and enjoyed Ginnie's moans of delight.  I put
some KY jelly on my hand and began to stroke her aroused clitty while
working my tongue in and out of her.  I could tell she loved it because she
pushed back against my face, as if trying to get my tongue deeper into her.

Finally she let out a little scream of delight as she climaxed, and I could
feel her pucker squeeze around my tongue, pulsing about once a second
during her climax.  When she was finished I stood up and went to the
bathroom to wash up, returning with a warm wet washcloth.  I rolled Ginnie
onto her back and wiped the KY jelly and girl juice from her.  I returned
the wash cloth to the bathroom and lay next to her.

"I don't think we'll put that in the blog," she said, smiling.

––––––––––––––––––––
To be continued ...

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

Please support this website by donating to nifty.org