1. Bobbi


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

    Paul wiped off his cock with some tissues, and got his briefs and pants back up. Soon we looked just like any other two people sitting in an office. &#034You didn't, err... have to do that,&#034 Paul said at last. &#034I know,&#034 I replied. &#034I just wanted to. I was once supposed to be your mistress, wasn't I?&#034 Paul nodded. &#034Yes,&#034 he said, &#034you were, but I, err... thought you might not want to, err... be anymore.&#034 &#034Well,&#034 I said, &#034I don't have an apartment we can use anymore, but we can go out once in a while if you like. We are friends.&#034 Paul smiled, and said, &#034You're an interesting woman, Bobbi. I, err... don't know how to say what, err... you are, but you're, err... not like anyone else I've, err... ever met. I'll see you on Monday morning. Don't, err... be late.&#034 I kissed him one last time, and left. I was really feeling good about myself. I passed into the throng of office workers on Park Avenue, knowing that I had just joined their ranks. I turned onto one of the side streets, heading west toward 5th Avenue, and the shops that lined it. It was only about three-thirty, and the G.G.Girls rehearsal would not start until six or seven. I had some time to kill before I had to be there, so there was only one sensible thing to do: go shop-ping! I love to shop, and my new job would soon give me some money to buy as well. I did not buy anything at the shops, but it was just fun being there. The high heels of my shoes clicked ...
    happily on the pavement as I walked along. I had come a long way. A short time ago I was a stockboy in jeans, living at home, and sneaking around to dress secretly in my mother's and s****r's clothes. Now I was a very female appearing receptionist for a major chemical company, walking on 5th Avenue in a mini-skirt and heels, and turning male heads for blocks around with the wiggle in my hips. Before, I was only a stockboy who was discretely homosexual with a few men. Now, I was a model who was also a dancer, and a pre-operative transsexual call-girl with anyone who wished to rent her sexual favors. As a boy I was unhappy and moody with no interest in anything in particular. As a girl I was finding ways of becoming all the things I could be, and feeling better about it each day. I had not realized the road I was starting to walk that first night Margo talked me into going out in public in drag, but now I was glad I had started to walk it. I had always felt more like a girl than a boy, and I now knew why. I was finally being accepted as the woman I really was. I had just gotten a job as a woman, and was making a woman's life for myself. Things were working out very well. It actually felt a little strange to walk into &#034The Gilded G****&#034 that evening. This was where I had started my climb to womanhood, but I had gone beyond this now. This was where the Transvestites who did not always pass well in public could come, and be accepted for what they were. I did not need that. I was ...
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