Courting Chris

By Beaumonte Bill / Oral Guy 2000

Published on Mar 6, 2016

Highschool

Courting Chris (part 8)

Bill was straight, but found himself strangely attracted to an effeminate boy at school. When he acted upon his feelings it opened and entirely new world to him! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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Now that Chris was living full time as a girl I was more attracted to her than ever. I visited her nearly every day. Mrs. Binsen had taken her to see a therapist who confirmed that Chris was a good candidate for gender transition, and referred her to a doctor who would prescribe hormones. I enjoyed sucking Chris' nipples, and she told me that they would enlarge as her breasts grew in response to the hormones. I made a point of sucking her nipples and clitty every day, and Mrs. Binsen encouraged us to strengthen our relationship with intimacy.

Chris was very attentive to my needs as well – and from what I could tell based on what my friends at school tell me, I was getting more sex than any of them got from their genetic girlfriends!

On most days Chris would blow me, or we would 69, but we made love about twice a week. I had absolutely no interest in other girls – they were just much more trouble than they were worth. Besides, Chris was totally devoted to me and wonderfully affectionate.

In about a week Chris would start in her new school – I was so glad she was away from those bullies! I suffered a little fallout however – from some of the friends of the guys who were busted.

A couple of them approached me at the end of the school day, and said, "Are you a faggot too, just like your friend – I got something for you to suck on!"

"I don't want any trouble," I responded.

"Too late for that," they replied, grabbing me by the arm.

They didn't know that I trained in Karate, but they soon learned. I took the hand that grabbed me and twisted the fingers back until they cracked and the guy howled in pain.

The other guy approached and I put all my strength behind a palm-heel strike to his nose – I envisioned myself breaking a concrete block, as I had done many times before. This time it was a nose that broke, bleeding all over his shirt.

As I hurried away I said, "That's just a sample – don't fuck with me or you'll find out what real pain is like!"

Word got around quickly and nobody messed with me after that.

After school I really enjoyed going out with Chris. I didn't have much money, so sometimes we just went to the mall or the park or library. I soon found that I thought of Chris just like a normal girl, except during intimacy. I think Chris sensed that and really appreciated my complete acceptance of her as a girl.

I took Chris to meet my parents and they were surprised at first because they thought Chris was a boy. I told them that it was a different Chris – I sure couldn't tell them the truth!

Chris had refined her feminine mannerisms to the point where she was completely passable, and now came to my house often, though we didn't have sex there.

After several months on hormones Chris could feel some physical changes. Almost immediately she had emotional changes, becoming more sensitive and apt to cry. I just showed her compassion and learned to deal with it. She was turning into a real girlie girl – ultra-feminine, and all mine!

Her first physical signs were sensitive nipples. Her breasts were beginning to grow, though not noticably (that wasn't what I told Chris), but the nipples became very tender. I still sucked them, but very gently – much like simply kissing them and holding them gently between my lips.

The doctor said that the sensitivity would pass and the breasts filled in. Chris had very little body hair, and didn't have to shave her face more than twice a week. Mrs. Binsen took her to laser treatment to remove her whiskers completely.

At the end of the school year we began our last summer break. Next year was our senior year, and after that we would either be going to college or work.

My father agreed to let me borrow one of the cars to take Chris on a vacation for two weeks. We had never had the traditional "father-son" talk, and he decided that the time was now.

"I'm sure you know all about sex," he said, "maybe we should have talked before."

"Yeah Dad," I replied, "I think I have that covered."

"You and Chris have been really close, and will be even closer on this vacation you are taking her on," he continued, "I'm sure you are going to be sleeping with her, and I'm happy for you. Remember that you have your whole life ahead of you, so be careful and don't knock her up!"

"I won't Dad," I responded, "we aren't going to spoil our future with an unplanned pregnancy."

"Good," he said, handing me a plastic bag, "you'll need these."

I looked in the bag and saw a box of condoms and some KY Jelly warming lotion. I thanked him.

My father traveled a lot on business and had accumulated a huge number of hotel reward points, and let me use them to book reservations at hotels along our travel route.

Our route retraced some of the old historic Route 66, which was inspired as we watch re-runs of the old "Route 66" television program. We looked forward to rediscovering whatever modern progress had not wiped out.

I had save nearly $500 for the vacation, and my father let me borrow one of his credit cards, and cautioned me to just use it for gas and for emergencies.

As I looked forward to our vacation I thought about how Chris and I would be together full-time, almost like being married. That's when it hit me – could I marry Chris? The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

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

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