Cindy and I talked and giggled well into the night. Our relationship was changing. She confessed that she liked me better as a woman. “Even if you’re Keith’s woman, baby, I’ll always love you. But it’s different now. You know that, right?”
I took her hands in mine. “And I’ll always love you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am right now. Thank you for that, Cin. Thank you for introducing me to Keith, his cock, and helping me become the woman I am for him.”
She looked me in the eyes. “Baby girl, there is one more step that Keith wants you to take. He whispered to me that he wants your transformation complete.”
“Uh, he wants me to have the operation?”
“No, baby. He wants you to dress like the woman he made you.”
“You mean all the time. Outside, at work, in front of our families?”
Taking my face in her hands, Cindy smiled and sweetly kissed me. “Precisely. I knew you’d understand.”
I was greatly relieved that my man didn’t want me to have my dick removed so much so that dressing full-time as a woman would be the least I could do for my man.
“Oh, and one other thing, johnnie. Keith suggested and I whole heartedly agree that you should begin hormone therapy.”
Coming soon; johnnie considers getting a new wardrobe and coming out to the world.
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