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Trust

Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

wanted to. Once the waitress had gone off to put in our orders, she leaned forward, looking at me searchingly. &#034Lee,&#034 she began, &#034four months ago you preferred blowing up our relationship to letting me see a part of you that you were ashamed of. Now you seem to be saying exactly the reverse, that you'll suffer anything to have a relationship. Why should you trust me now, when you didn't then?&#034 Taking the bull by the horns, apparently. I shrugged, for an answer, but she waited. &#034I don't know,&#034 I said, finally. &#034A lot... a lot happened, after we broke up. I tried to quit...&#034 I thought about telling her how, but remembering the reaction of my friend's girlfriend, decided that it could wait. &#034I got... depressed.&#034 Suicidal, in fact, but again, let's not dramatize. &#034I always... trusted you. I think, maybe, I just didn't trust me.&#034 That wasn't really right, either. I just didn't *like* me. Well, let it pass. She considered that, nodding. &#034I think you're right. I think you still haven't admitted some things to yourself that you're afraid of.&#034 I flinched. &#034But it was probably for the best. Four months ago, I couldn't have given you what you want. What you need, maybe. I did a lot of reading.&#034 She shook her head, and laughed dryly. &#034A *lot* of reading, and not just your stories. I was trying to find a reason to be as disgusted with you as you are.&#034 She looked straight at me. &#034I couldn't. I kept on loving ... you, and hoping you'd grow up enough to come back to me. I even followed you around, whenever I saw you going to a store!&#034 She laughed. &#034That finally worked out -- but you *lied* to me. Are you ready to admit what you need, what you want to be?&#034 I was a bit nonplussed. My stories, some of them, got pretty radical. There were some things I didn't think I was ready to try, and maybe never would be. &#034What... what is it you think I want to be?&#034 I asked. She cocked her head to one side, just looking. At me. For a long time. A very long time. I finally had to drop my eyes, and nervously fiddled with the flowers. &#034I'm a very assertive woman,&#034 she began, elliptically, &#034but four months ago, I would have been a little shocked, a little uncomfortable, maybe, to have a sissy boyfriend.&#034 My head shot up, and the denial sprang to my lips. But she was smiling, warmly, a little challengingly, and I flushed, remembering that she had read all those stories. I looked away again, and nodded once, sharply. The waitress brought our food. I took a deep breath, released it, and glanced at her warily. She answered the unspoken question without words, laying her hand over mine, the one that was playing with the stems of the flowers. &#034I'll go slow,&#034 that gesture said. The food, though, wasn't a total reprieve. As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, Nancy continued. &#034Some of what you want, I can't offer. I can't turn you into a girl if you snap your ...