I just moved into the trailer. Due to my financial situation, it was about all I could afford. To give you some idea as to why I ended up like this, let me take you back about 9 months.....
I am a pre operative transsexual. I recently made the decision to become what I had always wanted to be for the last 10 years or so. I had been a cross dresser for 10 years without my wife's knowledge. She and I were about the same size I found out (quite by accident). I was rummaging through her underwear and thought to my self..."Wow..these look like they would fit." and they did. It was a scary reflection on what I had become. Here I was rummaging through my wife's panties, sickened by the thought but yet extremely excited, I put them on and mentally tried to prepare my self for the site I would see in the mirror. With my eyes lowered and my hands at my side, I slowly looked up to admire my newly dressed self.

Now I dress full time as a female. I look the part with long chestnut hair that is slightly curled and frames my face nicely. Due to the additional hormone treatments I have been receiving, I now have a pair of 34C breast...Kinda middle of the road but maybe they'll get bigger. I am starting to make "girlfriends" who don't know my secret. You see I'm about 2000 miles away from home due to the rejection of my male friends, a nasty divorce, and all the other baggage that comes with that.

One of my closest girlfriends is Sandy. She works at the office I got hired at right after I moved here. Sandy is about my height with black hair and the most intense green eyes you have ever seen. She's been helping me around the office and introducing me to a couple of new guys. Although we have only been on a double date, I found a couple of them quite attractive. I haven't made love to one yet but I certainly plan to in the future. Jack has got quite a bulge and I would love to have that in my hand as well as in my mouth and my new pussy.

As I have gotten closer to Sandy, It has made me realize that I plan on being bi after the operation. I am dying to feel the touch of a woman not as a man...but as a true woman....

Being a Saturday when I was moving, Sandy agreed to help me move and unpack. I had on a pair of calvin Kliens and a work shirt that I had in my previous "life". I wasn't wearing a bra, preferring to feel the sway of my breasts. I love the feeling and can't understand why a lot of women don't. But then again, I'm new to this. Maybe if I had them all my life I would feel differently.

We had started early that day and it was now close to dinner time. Due to the heat and the hard work, we found that we were both quite sweaty. I poured us both a glass of ice tea and we sat on the couch. We chatted about a couple of guys at the office, how the kids were, her husband, all the usual stuff. As we talked, I noticed that I was eyeing her sweaty body and starting to think like a man again. Sandy was wearing a pair of short shorts and a halter. I guess I had been so consumed by moving in that day that I had totally forgot about it. I felt my loins start to stir. Could this be the girl that I "share my secret with"? I toyed with the idea as I finished my glass of ice tea.

As I walked across the room to take my glass back for a refill, I felt Sandy's eyes following me. She was watching the sway of my hips and was watching my butt in particular. I was thrilled to say the least. Maybe she would be the one.

I recommended since it was so hot, that she take a shower while I started dinner. She agreed that she was sweaty and thought that would be a good idea since she had nothing planned tonight anyway. The kids were at her mothers and her husband Duane was away until tomorrow night on some business trip.

She headed for the bedroom, taking off her halter as she went. The mirror that I had mounted over the bureau facing the hallway showed that her breasts were full and just beautiful. She was able to see me staring at her. She hesitated for a second and then with a smile said "Like what you see?". Embarrassed and intrigued, I replied "Yes". She laughed as she tossed her long black locks back and forth causing her breasts to sway. She stood in the door way and continued taking off her clothes and asking me all about the divorce. " So why did you leave him?" I tried to brush her off but she was insistent. I had been rehearsing the story about my divorce for 2 months. But now all that came out was " well...."

She came back into the living room stark naked and continued to push for the story. I finally made up some thing about him leaving me first...and the whole time I was staring at her completely naked body. Her breasts were fuller than they first appeared in the mirror. They had deep dark aureoles and nipples that stood out better than 1/2 an inch. Her tummy was flat and seductively curved. You could see the hard stomach muscles just below the surface, hidden by that seductive layer of fat that only a woman in great shape really has. The same things that appealed to me as a man now really appealed to me as a woman. As a man, I wanted to throw her on the floor and make mad passionate love to her, but as a woman all I really wanted to do was trace those semi hidden muscles with my tongue. Down and down until they made contact with that black, well trimmed, bush.

I had this tremendous erection just screaming to be let out. I leaned against the counter to try to hide my excitement. Finally, satisfied with the story I told, she started off toward the bathroom. Her muscular buttock moving seductively back and forth. She went into the bathroom. Soon I heard the water running and I started to relax. Almost caught I thought. Whew what a close call that was. I opened the front of my Calvin Kleins just to relieve the pressure. Standing there, soaking wet with sweat, I slowly stroked my penis back and forth a few time to make some of the pressure go away. A few drops of pre come edged out from the tip of my rock hard penis. I brought the drops to my lips and tasted them. I closed my eyes and dreamed of the day that I could suck a mans cock as a woman. To taste his salty maleness and glory in the fact, that when he finally shot his load, it would be because I had done a good job. But all that had to wait....

By the time she finished her shower, I had dinner on the table. We both ate rapidly remembering that we had had nothing to eat all day, we had been so busy.

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