Becoming Ben's (part 8)
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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"So how is it that you got in to Tranquility?" I asked.
"It wasn't easy," said Ben, "I had a number of interviews and referrals before they would let me join, and that was only with a commitment to find a woman like you to marry."
"Ok Ben," I said, "I need to know – why do you prefer a girl like me to a genetic woman?"
"There are a lot of practical reasons, like not having periods, being sexually receptive every day, and not getting pregnant, but for me the main reason is that you are so wonderfully fem!"
"Now that just doesn't sound right!" I said, "how can I possibly be more fem than a genetic woman?"
"Genetic women of course are fem by design," explained Ben, "but they tend to downplay their gift, perhaps in response to femininism. Over 90% of the genetic females rarely wear dresses, and many simply do not try to look pretty."
He was right. In the past women looked much nicer than many do today. Sure, there were some drop-dead gorgeous ones, but that was pretty rare. The average woman was pretty plain, and seldom was seen in a skirt or dress. I felt like I ALWAYS wanted to wear a skirt or dress.
"Now that you explain it that way," I replied, "it makes sense. Did you take me in with the intent for me to be your lady?
"I was hoping for that," Ben responded, "but didn't know for sure if you would, but I'm sure glad that you did."
"Ben, you have been wonderful to me," I said, "and I deeply appreciate all you have done for me, but what will happen to me now?" "If you mean are you my sex slave," Ben replied, "the answer is definitely no! We really believe that two people should share a life together because they are committed to each other. I know of some communities where vengeful black men take white men to be their sex slaves, often sharing them with their friends, sometimes forcing them into being feminized. But there is nothing forced here."
"Well, I clearly owe you for all you have done for me," I said.
"You have two choices, if you stay in Tranquility," Ben said, "you can stay with me as my lady, and perhaps one day become my wife, or you can be an unattached woman and date some of the unmarried men in the town, and perhaps marry one of them.
"But what about the money you are spending on me?" I asked, "I know about the subsidy, but there is still a cost to you."
"If you marry me, it will all be forgiven," Ben said, "but if you do not you will sign a promisorry note, which you can pay me back over time, or if you marry, your husband would pay."
"There is an apartment building called the Girl's Dorm that houses the twenty or so unmarried women, which is one option you might consider."
"What would you like me to do?" I asked.
"I'd like you to continue to stay with me," Ben replied, "if things go well you could be my wife – if not you can look for the right man."
"You have been very good to me," I said, "and I'm wondering if you intend to take my virginity?"
Ben quickly responded, "no, I don't intend to TAKE it, but I would welcome you GIVING it to me."
"I'm surprised," I said, "I thought most guys just go ahead and CLAIM what they want."
"Perhaps most guys," admitted Ben, "but I think you know by now that I'm not like most guys."
"Yes, I've seen that," I agreed, leaning over and kissing him.
"I want you to know that the blood test that is being run for you is also an STD screen," Ben said.
"I didn't know that, but I suppose it is a good thing," I said.
"In Tranquility we are all required to have STD screens twice a year," Ben explained, "it keeps all residents safe, and nobody had to use a condom."
"How monogamous are relationships here?" I asked.
"We discourage people becoming overly possessive, as it causes lots of needless conflict," he said, "we are all human and have desires which sometimes include people other than our spouses."
"So anything goes?" I asked.
"Not exactly, but we aren't prudes. For instance, if you were my wife I would not object to you having casual sex with another man. For instance, if someone does you a favor, and you wanted to reward them with a blowjob, I would be ok with that. I wouldn't mind your having sex with other men as long as I was your main man."
"I'm sure that has to work both ways," I said, "I suppose you will have some girlfriends on the side."
"It's not like that – people here don't have affairs, though they sometimes have flings," he replied, "Sometimes wives will pleasure their husbands friends."
"Would you expect me to pleasure your friends?" I asked.
"Some guys insist that their wives do so, but I would not," he said, "but if you wanted to, that would be different."
"You are the only man I've been with," I confessed, "but I am open to other things, but I really need you to teach me how to please you."
Our meal was served and we enjoyed it with small talk.
We left the restaurant and Ben took me to a local club, where he introduced me to many of his friends. They really made me feel welcomed, and I really liked being in this unusual community.
Ben took me home and I said, "I want you to have my virginity, but I'm afraid it will hurt, since you are so big."
"You are right to be concerned," Ben said, "some guys are not very considerate and just muscle their way into a girl, letting her deal with the pain. I want you to have only pleasure, not pain."
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