Dragrace by Kandi
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I remember the situation perfectly, after all, a number of events that had been occurring, all culminated into one, into a set of circumstances that changed my life. Let me describe some of the circumstances that changed my life forever so you can see why I did what I did.
To start with, I had been going to college with another guy who I had shared a dorm room with from the age of nineteen to twenty-three. We had met in college and moved in together after college, we had just preferred to stay together for the convenience. Even though I knew he was an effeminate boy from my neighborhood, I saw the way he was treated, while I had no problem with him, so we just kept living together. I knew, deep inside of me, that I would not have the courage to live with the harassment he got for being openly gender fluid. While I secretly admired him, I was also scared of what people would think of me for being his roommate, so, I joined the others in their ridicule of him. He was in his second year of psychology, and we were talking about how hypnotism worked. I had taken the courses also, but I was not really convinced that an intelligent person was able to be hypnotized. They had become convinced that that was the only real way to discover who you really were. The idea was to use hypnotism to knock down your conscious barriers and conditioned prejudices, to release the unconscious schema that a person had. They were convinced that if the schema were uncovered, that a person would be absolutely real, because there would be nothing hindering them from behaving according to their most secret concept of themselves. The idea of a moral judge, such as the superego, did not seem to carry a lot of weight with him on this subject, but to me, it totally made the difference as the Superego was the accepted social version of ourselves.
It so happened that, at this discussion time, we were also watching an old 80's version of MTV playing on the television. it was videos of when big hair, spandex, and crossdressing was a norm for these bands Thats when Tom, my roommate, floored me.
"You know, I bet most of those guys wish that they were really girls."
"What.....?"
"Well, they act like guys, but look at them...they sound like girls, they look like girls, and the clothes they wear, could easily be worn by girls also. There, look at that, he has at least an inch of lace on his shirt cuffs, and a ruffled shirtfront, just like a girl's blouse. There, see that guy is wearing eyeshadow and lipstick. I bet that their girlfriends act like the guys, when they are in the sack. HHMMMMM....."
"Hhmmmm what?"
"I wonder who wears the pants at home, in their private lives."
"That is ridiculous, Tom." For some strange reason, I was extremely uncomfortable with the direction of this discussion. Tom, being as astute as he usually was, picked up on my discomfort. He stared at me for a long moment, not saying anything, but I could almost hear whatever thoughts were rolling through his head. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, till I could not stand their silence any longer.
"What are you thinking, Tom?"
"About us."
"And, what about us?"
"Well, you won't like what I am thinking, but it is the truth."
"What is?"
"Well...I have the male role, and you have the female role in our home."
"That is ridiculous."
"Is it? Who is it that decides when we will go out? Who is it that decides where we will go, and I am always the one who decides when we leave wherever we are. Even when I first met you, I did what the boy does, I came on to you so you would be my roommate, you did not come to me."
"Well, if you 'came on to me' like you're hitting someone up for a date, if that is really true, you are just as perverse as they are, right?"
"I don't think it is perverse. Look at the way you keep the apartment. It is very clean, and it has a homey atmosphere. Masculine guys don't do that. I think that that is commendable, not perverse."
"What are you saying...that I a want to be girl?"
"No....but...it seems to me, that you have a feminine side to your nature, that you are denying. If that is true, then maybe you are a little bit fake or suppressing something."
"Well, so are you. You're the one who cross-dresses when I am not around!" I said a little miffed.
"No, because I act the way I am. You're not doing that. You try to make everyone think that you are this great macho character, but there are many traits that give away your inner self. I bet that if you were hypnotized, you'd be able to start enjoying life, instead of always trying to do what someone else wants you to do."
I started crying, and I could not stop myself. Tom cradled me in his arms, lovingly. He held me for nearly half an hour, afraid that what he said was true and I was secretly effeminate. After I was done sobbing like a little girl, he said,
"Jack, will you try it?"
"Try what?" I asked.
"Let me hypnotize you."
"Do you really want to Tom?"
"Yes."
"OK. This can be really silly if you ask me, so maybe we can do it tomorrow after we both get back from work since it is a Friday?"
The next afternoon, when I got home, Tom was already there. He seemed to be absolutely delighted about the experiment, and, almost as soon as I walked into the room, he had me laying on the couch. I had agreed, as I really did not think that he could hypnotize me anyway, so, I went along with all of his suggestions. Boy, was I in for a surprise, in a flash, I became aware again, of my circumstances, and of some other things to. It was very confusing, but I also have to admit, that it was very delightful. The first thing that I was aware of was a sense of daintiness and vulnerability. I felt like there was a terrific sense of being free for the first time in my life, like I was really ME.
I was sitting across from Tom, still on the couch, feeling just a little chilled.
I knew I was dressed as a girl, that is, I was wearing a pair of really short denim shorts, and my mind suddenly filled with the memories of having Tom help me use Nair all over my body, then dress me from the skin out, in some of his 'girl' clothes. He smiled at me, as I became acutely aware of the delightful sensations of silk underwear, then nylon stockings, the tight corseting, the pressure of the high instep pushing up into my arches, the scent of my perfume, and the fitted feminine appearance of my attire.
"I...I don't understand....Tom....why?" I asked still somewhat shocked.
"Admit it, first...you love it...you feel better at this moment than you have ever felt in your life...just admit it, Jack."
Before I could stop the words, they gushed out of my lips.
"I adore the feelings I am experiencing." I blushed with the shame of admitting to such feelings, but I could not bottle up my feelings. Nervously, I shifted in my seat, feeling the cool air on a new part of my leg. I loved the rustle of my pantyhose that I heard as I moved.
"Well truth be told, you have fabulous legs, and in those short denim shorts, your bum is pretty sexy, feminine too. Jack, be honest, as a 5ft, 5inch guy who weighs about 135lbs soaking wet and that long auburn hair of yours, did you really think you made a 'man's man' kind of appearance? You have the same build as me, except I am a blonde, you take on a more feminine role at home while portraying this macho stud in public, so I am betting that your true personality came out during the hypnotism as you asked me to help remove your body hair and dress you up. I could have put you in a dress, made you up to be some sexy little bimbo and I bet you would have taken to it like a fish to water you were almost demanding it in fact!" he commented not unkindly.
"But...but...does this make me a freak or just a perv like you? Wait, that did not come out right. Does it make me Gay or Bi like you? I'm not a tranny now, am I, or is it crossdresser or something else? What do they call the people on that cross-dress show we watch with my cousins again?" I asked nervously.
Tom just laughed at my suddenly freaking out about being cross-dressed before saying to me with a smile,
"Jack, you were always conflicted and that's why you were unhappy, now you seem light, happy and delighted, that is, until you realized you were dressed in girl clothes, then you panicked. Relax Jasmine and accept you for you!"
I looked at him blankly for just a second wondering who Jasmine was, then with a sigh, I was suddenly calm about it, knowing he had planted some hypnotic trigger in me with that name. When he asked if I wanted to go to my cousins Leslie and Vicky's house to watch Drag Race, like we normally did, I said yes, but had to change out of the stockings and heels first! I slipped off the shorts to find I had on a thong panty. Instead of removing it, I just rolled the hose carefully down my legs, stepped back into the short denim shorts, took off the corset and bra, replacing the obvious women's shirt with my own T-shirt, slipped on a pair of low tennis socks and my own shoes then realized I smelled like a girl, so went and washed my face, wrists and chest with soap and water, before liberally spraying my cologne back on.
When we got to Leslie and Vicky's place, we walked in, just in time for the show to start. I always knew that RuPaul's Drag Race was a favorite of Toms due to his being...well, a crossdresser, but always wondered why both Leslie and Vicky enjoyed it so much. Tonight, as we started to watch the contestants come out in normal dress, then dresses, etcetera, Vicky looked at me and then at my legs before saying,
"So, Jack, you got some nice legs there being showed off in those short little shorts of yours. What made you decide to wear the shorts and shave your legs?"
"Tom and I were talking and decided to see what people would think!" I stuttered out quickly, then followed with,
"But since both you, and Tom, have commented about how nice my legs look, I feel like it's OK to say that Tom had to hypnotize me to go along with it at first but since you all seem to think I look good, I am way less worried about it now."
Both Vicky and Leslie said at almost the same time,
"Oh, Jack, your legs are to die for! I would give anything to have legs as good as yours! I bet your butt is cute too...isn't it? Stand up and let us see your booty while we are on commercial break!"
I stood, embarrassed now, and did a little twirl, then sat right back down. The look on their faces made me even more nervous as both caught themselves and said again in unison,
"Shit, I would kill for my ass to look that good! Damnit! That's so unfair that he has such a nice butt, and ours are flat as a man's!"
We all giggled nervously and continued to watch the show, but now I actually paid attention on what they did to look like a girl. When the show ended, all of us were talking about how good the contestant Anna looked and all three of them said I would look even better than she did, so I should try full Drag since just shaving my legs and wearing really short denim shorts made me look like a girls legs and bottom, imagine how good I would look if I went all the way and wore a dress, make-up, styled my hair, wore jewelry. They thought I would be a totally fox, and the gleam in Tom's eyes made me nervous.
"Well since I actually do Drag, I will take Jack under my wing and see what we can do...IF she looks good, I can take some photos, maybe do a glamour show, then maybe we can come over in drag for the next Drag Race show!?" Tom broached quizzically.
Both my cousins loved the idea and were sure that they would be seeing me soon as Jackie and looked forward to it. I on the other hand, was not as keen, as I was still pretty nervous about being a cute girl and how that would affect my masculinity.
One week later, that Friday when I finally got home, Tom was waiting impatiently.
"Girl, we got lots to do, you need to get ready so we can do the shoot. I left out clothes for you upon your bed, the Nair is in the bath and remember to get all your body hair, shave your pits and crotch. If you need help with your make up, holler and I will assist. I have three outfits for you to choose from, but I think we start with the glamour dress, move to the LBD and then the casual outfit of the skirt and top. Vamanos Chica!" Tom ordered with that last part being accompanied by a swat on my booty to get me moving.
Once my shower was done, my body denuded of all hair below my nose to my toes, I viewed the first 'glamour' outfit which consisted of an over bust corset with garters, in white and soft pink, pink and white thong panties, white lace top, reinforced toe, black seamed stockings, white d'Orsay pumps with 5-inch heels, and a light pink, sheath dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulder, that was split up the right thigh so it showed off the stockings. Then was a multi-tiered pearl necklace collar, pearl shoulder duster earrings, rings, some bracelets on the right wrist, a small, women's watch on the left along with a silver anklet that just sparkled beautifully. Tom came in to help with the hair, my glued-on nails that had soft pink color on them, and my makeup, then he took several photos of me standing, reclining, posing dramatically, and one of me primping at the mirror. Looking at myself, I would never guess that I was a man under all this clothing. I felt I looked sexy and ready for a date out to dinner and the theater! Tom then had me strip down to just the lingerie and slip into the Little Black Dress and changed the heels to some pink pumps. Now I had that total 'clubbing' sexy look going on and felt so delightfully sexy, I could not help myself when I gave him a quick kiss, then used my thumb to remove the lipstick from his lips along with the apology for being caught up in all the fashion! His response of 'It's OK Jasmine!' while he smiled at me, took away my embarrassed blush. We did similar photographs of me primping at the mirror, posing, about to open the door, sitting while perched at our bar holding a glass of white wine. When I went in to change into the soft brown skirt with a white blouse and back into the white Dorsay pumps, Tom stopped me and took me over to his bedroom, where he told Jasmine to lay on my side on the bed, posing demurely, then he had me pose provocatively on my side, then ass up, face down, looking at the camera with a grin, then on my back, legs spread, arms out stretched like I was beckoning my lover to bed. That whole short round of pictures made me really feel like a sexy woman and made my whole-body tingle with excitement! We then went back into my room, where I put on the skirt, top and did a whole new round of pictures and poses until he was satisfied with the results. The picture I liked best was of me holding a rose to my nose, with my foot popped up to showcase the heels, the happy look on my face spoke volumes!
Now that we were done, I moved to go back to my room to change out of the clothes and back into some of my regular clothes when Tom stopped me by saying,
"Jasmine, you can't go change, we have to go and get dinner. Stay dressed as you are, and I will put on a nicer shirt and be your date. Dinner is on me honey!"
For some reason, I just smiled, accepted his orders, primped a little, grabbed the rose he had given me earlier as well as a purse he had ready, then waited for him to open the door for me to the house and then his car. Dinner was at a lovely little Chinese place, where we had plenty of food, some wine, then more wine when we got home! Since I was wearing a corset, I did not eat much and the wine went straight to my head. I do not even remember the drive home, beyond me being a giggly, flirty mess.
I woke up the next morning, slightly hung over, still wearing the breast form, corset, nails and stockings. My head did not ache too bad, but I had to pee in the worst way. Once I was at the toilet, I noted that my penis was a bit crusty but shook it off as dried precome from being excited to be dressed and looking so good. My bum was a bit sore, as I sat to perform the 'morning constitutional', but figured it was just the spicey foods from dinner. Then as I washed my hands and checked my face for make-up, I was shocked in thinking I had a small hickey on my neck? Was that really a hickey and did we fool around last night? If we did, how come I did not recall it at all!? Questioning my me3mory, I went out to get coffee started as I figured we both needed it. As it was finishing up, Tom came in, hugged me from behind, kissed the back of my neck and said,
"Oh, Thanks for coffee baby. You were so fabulous last night! I never had a better date and hope you can take me out as Tammy Fae tonight like we discussed?" He said Tammy Fae like 'tammauhfa' in all one word and it made me spin about while still in his arms then put my hands between us and ask,
"Shit Tom, did we do it last night? I am not sure as I am just not remembering at all and I can't seem to recall what happened...but the precome filling my panties, the sore back door and a hickey on my neck!?!? What the hell?" I said with panic in my voice.
"We did not have sex if that's your worry, but we did end up making out, at your insistence I might add. I bet the crusty panties is from how much you enjoyed us making out, and your bum is definitely from all the Kung Pau Chicken you devoured. I have never seen you eat so many of those spicy, hot, black chilis before, so don't worry, if you want to keep it platonic, I am OK with that, but ask yourself...or ask Jasmine, why she wanted to be kissing on me last night and will you be that way when I am dressed for you tonight or did you want to back out from both of us agreeing to take the other out on a date as the opposite sex so you could see what it is like?"
"Oh, Umm, OK. We can go out tonight and I will take you to the new Mexican place. Thanks for understanding my concerns!"
That night we went to the Mexican place and had a nice time. Tammy was a doll, she looked sexy as all get out, and I felt like such a stud to be with such a pretty girl. After dinner, we went back to the apartment, and actually kissed goodnight as we went to our separate rooms. I slept fitfully that night, with the weirdest, unremembered dreams.
The next Thursday, we again went to my two cousins place to watch RuPaul, with me in normal clothes. Friday night, we went out as a couple once again, with me as Jasmine.
That night, I once again made sure my body was extra smooth, as hairless as a baby before donning a pair of red panties, a red bra over the breast form, then a black leather miniskirt that came to mid-thigh, paired with a red blouse, red pumps, my long pink nails that we painted red along with my toenails this time, then Tom helped me with my hair, jewelry and make-up. Tom wore a nice pair of grey pinstripe slacks with a pink and grey button shirt. When he called me Jasmine honey, I just melted into a feeling of pure femininity. He opened the doors, I got his from across the seat in his car, then we were off to the restaurant. I don't even recall the food, but I do recall having some wine, then we were off to the club, where we drank, danced and drank some more. When we hit a slow dance and Tom took me into his arms to lead the dance, I stumble for just a second as I was not used to following, then stepped into his lead, our pelvic bones matched in frame. At one point, I giggled at him as I felt him getting hard. I whispered in his ear, that I loved the compliment then for some strange reason, licked his ear seductively.
Once we got home, he led me to my room, where I thanked him by kissing him on the cheek, but when his hands wrapped about my waist, we were suddenly kissing, tongues dancing, moaning in passion as I back led him into my room. His whispers of my fem name, Jasmine, pushed me further and further into my femme personality as I sat upon my bed, pulling his manhood out of his pants. When his cock popped out, all I could do was stare at it, it was somewhat bigger than my own, which made me wonder how he managed to tuck that thing on our date last week before it was suddenly in my mouth, with me slobbering all along it. I wanted, no, needed his cock inside me, all of a sudden, as I pushed it farther and farther down my throat! When he finally came, I was just able to swallow it all like a good girl should, then wondered where that thought came from...but it did not stop me from licking him enough to maintain his erection, wanting more of him than I had ever wanted anything at all. We stood, both of us removing our outerwear, then Tom pushed me onto the bed, on all fours, then gently entered me. Groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure, we began that ancient dance of lust and love that soon had us crying out our excitement, our passions, until I started to feel something unlike, I had ever felt before. It started in my belly, but like the ocean, swept across my entire body making me shake uncontrollably as I cried out, that I was coming and felt my body give in to the blissful joy of consummated sex as Tom began to pump his seed into me at the same time. I had never had such an intense and fulfilling orgasm in my life, and suddenly, as I lay, my memory cleared, allowing me to remember all of Tom's subconscious commands to me:
"You will be called Jasmine. You will wish to be a girl from now on. Every waking moment, you will envy pretty girls, for the estrogen flowing in their blood. Every time you see me, you will envy me and crave to be dressed in women's clothing. You will do anything to be allowed to wear feminine styles of clothing. This craving will be a secret ecstasy for you. You will act like a girl around very masculine men, and you will want to put on a dress and treat a man the way that he should be treated. You will always be thankful to me for opening the unconscious door of your psyche, to release your feminine personality. Every chance that you get, you will dress up in ladies clothing, and you will try to behave like you are my girlfriend. If I decide to marry you, you will beg for me to let you be the wife, and you will crave to live out the feminine role in life, as the only complete role for you. Due to your ability to identify with both the sexes, albeit preferring the feminine one, you shall have a reward. The reward shall be that you will experience truly complete and fulfilling orgasms. This reward shall only be yours when you are dressed in the garb of a woman."
Those words crashed through my mind, and I welcomed them, with fear and shame, with the bulge in the front of my panties moving. My feelings were causing the most intimate and sensuous feeling that I had ever had in my life. I felt like I was one, with Tom. I abandoned myself to these feelings, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Then as Tom rolled over to me, caressing me in a post coitus bonding, I squirmed, a total submissive, reveling in the aftermath of the orgasm. I now understood why I had not been the total stud with women that others seemed to be, it was as though the only way I could feel alive, sexually, was to be the girl, and wear girl's clothing. At the same time, adding to the eroticism, was the knowledge that I was doing so with my roommate that was, like me, a crossdresser. it showed that the only way I could be happy was if he let me wear girl clothes and pretend to be like a girl.
Tom was pleased when he heard me admit that his hypnotism was correct in freeing the feminine side of me. He smiled at me, then told me,
"You are way too pretty to be a guy anyways. I can't wait to have you take me out as Tammy with you being Jack tomorrow night honey...and then maybe Sunday, Jasmine and Tammy can do brunch, so you see what having a girlfriend is like too!?
That Saturday night, Tammy wore a lovely, dark green patterned, 'broomstick' skirt, with a sexy, off the shoulder, white blouse, white lingerie and low white heels. I had on a pair of slacks and a button shirt and slipped out of the house before our 'date time' so I could knock on the door to present flowers to her this time! Dinner at a nice little bistro was excellent, and then when we got home, the sex, for me, was well...sort of...just...regular. I know that Tammy, enjoyed it, but the hypnotic keys that Tom had initiated kept popping into my mind, and I felt uninterested maybe, in the sex, so lasted a good long time before my orgasm, but noted that Tammy had multiple orgasms before mine finally happened.
Sunday, we both cross-dressed as a couple of girlfriends hanging out, so sort of casual in jeans, nice tops, and simple jewelry and make-up. I noted that Tammy, as per usual had her hair short, her nails short and neat, the heels a safe 2-3 inches, while my jeans were tight, embroidered, 3 pocket things that made my ass pop! The fingernails were about an inch past the tip, painted a bright pink, and my heels were always 4-5 inches tall. She dressed conservatively to my attention grabbing looks so we made a great pair of ladies in contrast.
We drank mimosa's, ate wonderful brunch style, buffet foods, touched, laughed, giggled, talked about all kinds of things we would not normally chat about as two guy roommates, then we haggled over who would pay the bill and decided to split it since each of us had paid for a date already that weekend!
We both sat, as Tammy drove us home, with a hand on the others leg. It felt so romantic, sweet, and loving, that I sat there looking out the window smiling in happiness! Once we got home, we hugged quickly, kissed softly on the lips and then suddenly, as if on mutual agreement, lip locked again with tongues dancing, hands caressing, nibbling on the others neck, kissing each other all over! Both of us making sexy, happy sounds as we kissed, driving each other to the couch, where we collapsed on it in a giggle then moved right back into the kissing. My little hidden man was struggling to become turgid in the tight panties and even tighter jeans, so it was almost uncomfortable, but then Tammy's hands were tugging at my jeans just as I noted mine were tugging down on hers as well! Once our shirts and pants were off, we were kissing once again, only this time, with more sexual intent, then nipping at exposed skin until we were suddenly in a 69 position, enjoying the attentions of the other, both of us having huge orgasms, licking each other clean then back to the kissing, our legs a tangle of flesh as we ground on each other's pelvis and sex until we had a second orgasm! It was some hours later that we finally stopped and realized it had been several hours of making out, having sex, making out, then each of us being the girl and having the other make love to the other in an almost perfect lesbian porn movie construct! I had never felt so close, orgasms so intense as those I was having as Jasmine! It was astounding to me that my orgasm as a man was, sudden, explosive in nature, and centered on my groin with an almost 'one and done' finality to it. While the orgasm as a woman was a slow rolling burn that encompassed my entire body, more like a fireworks finale than an explosion of dynamite, and best of all, repeatable until I was exhausted from the sheer workout experience of it all. No wonder women took sex so much more seriously than men!
That was when we had to discuss the upcoming Thursday, when it was time to watch RuPaul's Drag race with my cousins, Tammy and I had a long conversation on if we should reveal our current situation by dressing as girlfriends, or just continue to dress as boys and not mention it? Laying in bed with her talking as we cuddled was, so heart filled, that we ended up kissing, stroking, sucking and finally feeding our seed to each other one more time before passing out late that night, knowing we had to work the next day.
Monday through Thursday, we both changed into women's clothes when we got home. Tammy typically continued to take the dominant lead on our activities with me settling directly into the submissive, sexy little girlfriend role, so that when Thursday came and it was time to decide, Tammy determined that we should go as boys and keep our cross-dress partnership quiet for the sake of convenience. I could not help myself however, and still ended up wearing panties, women's jeans and a normal shirt and shoes that had Tom looking at me with a smirk of arousal so that when he patted my ass as we left the house, I knew he liked what he saw, and did not think it was gay looking at all! Sadly, the constant lovemaking, the secret play we had been doing the whole week, gave us away as my cousin Vicky looked at me and said,
"Well James, you look quite happy with yourself. You are almost glowing! Did you get a girlfriend or something? Dish it, Cuz!"
I felt Tom tense up slightly at my side before I responded with,
"Well, it is the 'or something' option. I met a girl named Tammy that is super sexy, and rocks my world, especially in bed, but she is not my 'Girlfriend' yet, but I really hope to ask her that this weekend!"
Vicky and Leslie just chuckled at the whole 'rocks my world in bed' statement and winked at me before responding with a knowing look by each that said, `we guessed any sex would rock your world since we can't even recall the last time we knew you were getting laid!' I really wanted to tell them that Tammy was Tom and that she was my girlfriend just like I was also Jasmine and that she was Tammy's girlfriend, but something stopped me.
Once we were done for the night, Tom waited until we were in the car before saying,
"Wow, that was a close one with the whole 'girlfriend rocking my world thing'...and did you mean it!? Does Tammy rock your world? I know Jasmine does mine! The problem is that Tom and Tammy love Jasmine, I think Jack and Jasmine love Tammy, but I don't think Jack and Tom are in love, are they?"
"To be honest Tom, I think Jasmine is more in love with Tammy than Tom, but as long as I am Jasmine, you both make me feel so girlie, loved and vibrant that it doesn't really matter which of you two I am dating. I guess it depends on if we want a strictly Het relationship or a gay/Bi one really? I think the two of us as girls is what we both really want however, so let's get home, slip into a nighty, crawl into my bed and we can see how things progress? I like Tammy a lot, but Tom and Jack are just friends and roommates I think?" I said quietly.
Tom agreed with my assessment. Once home, we did just what I had said earlier and Tom changed int o a nighty to become Tammy, while I just changed into a pajama set thinking it did not matter as I would not be wearing it long! That night cemented it for me that Tammy was preferred over Tom and I think that Jasmine was preferred over Jack. The next morning, I called into my GP to get a reference and started an HRT regimen. Several weeks later we were still dating as Tammy and Jasmine, but now we were going out as a couple so had to go to this little LGBTQ Club to feel safer. It was maybe a month after that while at my cousin's house, when she asked what was going on. We both looked at her then at each other since we were both dressed mostly in male clothing and had not been holding hands, snuggling or even kissing or anything, thinking we were discrete when she asked,
"So, what is up with you two? You are both so happy now. You both have girlfriends now, don't you? Why didn't you tell me and when do I get to meet them?"
"Well, I am dating a girl named Tammy Fae, and she is just fabulous as in the perfect match. I think I love her and well," as I looked at Tom before continuing, "I think I may be asking her to marry me but wanted to wait to see what she would say before bringing her here to meet you!" I responded.
I saw Tom choke up a bit before he too responded with,
"Well, yeah, I am pretty sure she will say yes, but you are right Vicky, I have been dating a girl too. She is named Jasmine, and I am totally in love with her, so may end up marrying her as well. Sorry bud, but that may break up our living arrangement as I may be moving in with my girlfriend and hope to be wife!"
"Oh, that's fabulous!" cheered both Vicky and Leslie, then Vicky continued with, "then we have some news as well...can I tell them now, honey? Leslie met a guy, and he asked her to marry him, and I get to be the Maid of Honor! I know it's only near Halloween, so short notice, but we will be having a December wedding, so we want you to be there! Say yes! Please!"
Tom and I looked at each other and both of us at the same time said, "Yes, I will!"