Grocery Store Girl

By Beaumonte Bill / Oral Guy 2000

Published on Feb 10, 2016

Transgender

Grocery Store Girl (part 4)

A grocery store isn't a traditional pick-up spot, but a guy needs to take whatever opportunities that present themselves. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.

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When I invited Sandi to spend the night I had no idea it would go this well – I just wanted to have some closeness and establish trust with this beautiful woman.

By doing nothing at all I earned her trust and things will never be the same.

After our sweaty start we adjourned to the shower, where we soaped each other and explored our bodies.

"If this is a dream," I said, "I don't want to wake up!"

"Yesterday you seemed to be just too good to be true," Sandi replied, "but now I'm even more sure that you are my dream guy."

I took her slippery body in my arms and kissed her. I ran my hands over her lovely breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. "Sorry they are so small," she said.

"Sorry?" I shot back, "they are PERFECT!"

"Oh come on," she countered, "all guys like big tits."

"Most guys may," I said, "but not me – your breasts look and feel wonderful – honestly, big droopy breasts look like deformities to me."

"But I look so small in public," Sandi replied, "I feel like everybody is noticing that I'm flat chested."

"Sandi dear," I assured her, "what they are noticing is how pretty you are. You can wear breast forms in public."

"I already do," she said.

"You could use larger ones," I said, "and not have to get cut up."

"So you like my tender little titties?" she asked.

"You bet!" I said, "you can be as big as you want in public, but when we are alone I really prefer you to be all natural."

"Wow, you really are different!" Sandi observed, (once again).

Having given her breasts so much attention, I moved on to other parts. I washed her clitty and discovered that her balls seemed to be missing – I just felt a little loose skin.

"Do you have undescended testicles?" I asked, thinking they might still be inside her body wall.

"No, I had an orchidectomy," said replied, "I had them removed when I was in my teens."

"That's a really big deal!" I said, "did it hurt a lot?"

"The removal didn't because I was under local anesthesia," she explained, "but there was some soreness afterward while I healed."

"By losing them I developed as a woman without the influence of testosterone, so I have a higher voice, no beard or body hair and no adams apple." Sandi continued, "and the female hormones softened my skin, rounded my hips and grew my breasts."

"I have to be honest with you," I said, "the very thought of it makes me cringe, but I sure can't argue with the results!"

"Without your balls, how did you squirt when you climaxed?" I asked.

"I usually don't," she said, "but you got me hyper-aroused. The prostate still produces fluid, but it usually doesn't come out."

I moved to washing Sandi's soft round buns, and ran a soapy finger into her crack. I knew I was on the right track as the passion of her kisses grew. I pressed the tip of my finger to her tender pucker and Sandi moaned.

"Now you are compromising my judgment," she said, smiling.

"Maybe that's the whole point," I said.

I knelt and rinsed soap from Sandi's clitty and took it in my mouth. My soapy finger slipped inside Sandi and she moaned with delight. I worked my finger in and out of her and felt her enlarge in my mouth.

"Let's save that for later," Sandi said, and I pulled my finger out and stood up, kissing her.

Sandi insisted that it was her turn to wash me, and I enjoyed the attention of her delicate hands heightening my arousal.

We rinsed and dried each other off. I led Sandi to the bed and asked her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. I kissed her buns, and licked her crack.

Sandi asked, "Bill, what are you doing ... ooooh!"

I parted her cheeks and kissed her deeply. I extended my tongue into her and felt her push back against me, as if to push me deeper. I pulled back and said, "that's just a sample – you'll get more later – if you want it."

"Bill, that was amazing!" she said, "yes I want more, but whatever possessed you to do that?"

"I just wanted to do something nice for you!" I replied.

Sandi put her arms around my neck and kissed me eagerly. We had come a long way since that first tentative kiss in the kitchen!

We got dressed and went to the kitchen and looked around for something for breakfast. "If only I had a packet to make Hollandaise sauce we could make Eggs Benedict," I said.

"I know how to make it from scratch, if you have the ingredients," Sandy responded. We confirmed that we had the butter, eggs and other ingredients.

Together we prepared and ate a really nice breakfast. As we ate, we talked about how our relationship was unfolding.

"After my previous dates I was really scared about sex," Sandi said, "but you made me feel so wonderfully safe – I feel like I'm ready for anything with you."

"I'm not going to push you dear," I replied, "just a gentle nudge now and then."

"You mean like that nudge you gave me after our shower?" she asked, "You can nudge me like that any time!"

"I suppose the next step is for you to take my virginity," Sandi said, smiling.

"I don't plan to take it," I said.

Looking puzzled Sandi replied, "don't you want me?"

"Of course I do!" I assured her, "but your virginity is much too precious for me to take, and can only be given once."

"Ok, I don't get it," Sandi said, "you want it but you won't take it – what's with that?"

"I will accept it if you give it to me," I said, "and not until then!"

"So you mean it's up to me?" Sandi asked.

"Of course," I replied, "it's your virginity, and only you should give it."

"You are a pretty patient guy," observed Sandi, "most guys can't wait to go all the way with a girl."

"That is very short sighted," I said, "I want more than that – much more!"

"What do you mean?" Sandi asked.

"I don't just want your virginity," I said, "I want the whole girl!"

"The whole girl?" responded Sandi.

"Her heart and mind," I said, "forever."

"Do you think that you could do 'forever' with a girl like me?" she asked.

"We are just starting out," I said, "but I don't see why not."

"For you, would 'forever' include marriage?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, "but we need a lot more time – it's been wonderful so far, but we need to know see how it is once things are more routine."

"There is a problem with marriage for me," said Sandi, "I'm legally still a boy."

"I hadn't thought about that," I said, "but now that same-sex marriages are legal, we still could be married."

"That is like admitting you are gay," Sandi said, "would you do that for me?"

"I'm not gay, and neither are you," I said, "and we have a straight relationship. We don't have to tell anybody else."

"But the marriage is a matter of public record, and my government records would still show me as a boy."

"I know some people have had a legal gender change," I said, "how do they do that?"

That's usually when they have Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS). They surgically create a functional vagina where the penis used to be."

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Its pretty extreme and expensive, and I kind of like my clitty," she said, "what would you want?"

"That is your decision completely," I insisted, "but I really do like you the way you are."

"I think that as long as I have my clitty that I'll legally be a boy," she said.

"Have you checked that out with a lawyer?" I asked.

"No," responded Sandi.

"Let's see if we can find one who specializes in transgender issues," I said.

"I'll ask my therapist for a recommendation," Sandi said, "which reminds me – I want you to come with me the next time I see her."

"Why?" I asked.

"You are becoming an important part of my life," said Sandi, "I want you to meet her."

"I like being an important part of your life, and you being an important part of mine," I said, so we should spend more time together and get to really know each other."

"Am I welcomed to stay over tonight?" Sandi asked.

"Of course!" I returned.

"Then I'll have to pick up some things at my place." she responded.

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

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