Becoming Ben's (part 7)
When a gender dysphoric man tries his best to be a man, including military service, perhaps it is time to be the girl he was meant to be. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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Picking a couple of wigs, Jessica asked, "Do you want a color close to your own, or something different – how about length?"
"I plan to grow my hair out, so until then something close to my color would be good," I said, "and I'd like to see how longer hair would look on me."
Jessica selected a long brown wig that was close to my hair color. She put it on me, adjusted and brushed it, then turned me to the mirror. "I looked so good I nearly aroused myself!"
"I almost feel like I could go out," I said.
"When I'm done with you, you will pass completely anywhere," Jessica assured me, "and I will teach you all you need to know to continue to pass."
"I'll work with you on makeup tomorrow," Jessica said, "but for now I'll show you how to do lipstick – you will be putting it on a lot because men have a habit of kissing it right off you!"
The doorbell rang and Ben answered it. He brought a young man in dressed in light blue medical scrubs. "I'm here to take a blood sample," he said.
He explained that in order to prescribe the proper dosage of hormones and testosterone blockers that a blood test was needed. That way I could get the right dosage the first time, without need for adjustment. He poked my arm and drew one vial of blood. He was smiling the entire time, and said, "I hope I am not being too forward, but you are already really pretty – the hormones will put you over the top!"
I blushed and thanked him. He said they had a rush order for the lab work, and that the doctor would phone the prescription to the pharmacy, so I could get my prescription today. I thanked him and he left.
I couldn't believe my good fortune and thanked Jessica for all she had done for me. She chose a few pretty blouses for my approval and some skirts. She told me that I should have some dresses, and now that she knew my size she would bring some back later that day, along with my prescriptions. She told me that there was a dance at the town hall every Saturday night, and it would be nice to have a nice dress to wear to that.
"I'm almost certain that Ben will want to take you," she said.
"That sounds like a dream," I said, and then in a moment of panic said, "but I don't know how to dance!"
"No worry," said Jessica, making a note, "I'll arrange for a dance instructor to come over and teach you."
After I chose the blouses and skirts Jessica hung them in my closet and suggested that I choose a set to where for Ben. I did and she watched as I dressed, smiling with pride.
I thanked her again and she left.
I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe how much I had changed. I practiced walking the line several times before going to find Ben.
When I found Ben his jaw dropped open and his eyes grew wide. I loved the effect I was having on him and walked so he could see my hips move. He approached me and held be close, kissing me once again. I welcomed his kisses and felt so wonderfully feminine in his arms like this.
He took me to the bed and had me kneel on all fours. He lifted my skirt and said I had beautiful buns, and began kissing them, and then licked my crack from top to bottom. It was a strange but exciting feeling, and I hoped that I was indeed clean enough. I guess I knew now that Ben was an ass-man, as he pulled down my thong panties and spread my cheeks, kissing me deeply.
When his tongue entered me it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I felt just so wonderful all I could do is remain still and enjoy, perhaps with a moan of delight. He kissed me like he really enjoyed it – which I hope he did, because I sure loved every second of it.
He reached between my legs and took my clitty in his hand. I was already hard and he gently fondled me. He got up an told me to wait there. He returned and put some lotion on his hand, and resumed kissing my rosebud. While he did, he massaged my clitty with the lotion, which drove me absolutely wild. I could not hold back, and soon I came all over his hand.
Ben took a warm, wet wash cloth and cleaned me up, then rolled me onto my back and lay beside me. We kissed and I thanked him for taking such good care of me.
"You have needs as well," I said, "and I don't want you to be left out."
Ben smiled and said he welcomes my attention, but let's go into town for lunch first.
I touched up my lipstick as we drove into town. I was thrilled to be a woman in public and liked the idea of arousing men who looked my way. We arrived at the restaurant and were seated. Ben introduced me to the staff and said I was new in town. They were all very welcoming and soon we were sharing a nice bottle of wine. We ordered our meals and discussed my new life there.
"Jessica told me about Tranquility and how all the women were like me," I said, "it is hard to believe that this is truly real."
"Yes, I know what you mean," Ben replied, "When I heard of this I knew I wanted to live here and find the woman of my dreams. Couples are freely welcomed but single males are discouraged. Single girls like you are welcomed however."
"Why not single males?" I asked.
"We are often a bit too roudy, and we don't bring what Tranquility is looking for," he explained.
"Which is?" I asked.
"Girls like you!" he said, "we want lots of girls like you so men can find their ladies."
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