Marsha Under Cover (part 8)
How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even when he knows her secret? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
––––––––––––––––––––
Marsha and I reviewed our itinerary for the two weeks. There were a number of places and times where we were to visit and watch for exchanges. It gave us plenty of time to talk and plan for Marsha's transition. We had already selected Lynne as a therapist, and she laid out a timeline for her transition. Marsha may have to live full time as a woman for a time before she can begin hormones. Meanwhile however she could begin growing her hair and get laser treatment immediately.
It was a small start, but at least it was a start, and Marsha was moving toward being a woman.
"I just wanted to make sure you understand what you are trading for this," I said.
"Trading?" Marsha replied "I just want to be a woman!"
"Ok dear," but I just want you to be sure," I said, "your clitty will get much smaller, and you may lose the abiltiy to ejaculate when you climax, and you may need to learn how to climax all over again."
"A smaller clitty would be more feminine," she replied, "would that be ok with you? Will it bother you if I don't shoot when I cum?"
"Marsha dear, that will be ok with me," I said, "but you might not be able to cum in the same way."
"If I need to learn how to cum all over again, would you help me?" she asked.
"Of course I will!" I said, "but I'm not sure I will even know what to do."
"If you will be with me and help, I am willing to have to learn how to climax all over again!" Marsha said.
How do you feel about GRS (Gender Reassignment Surgery)?" I asked.
"That is where they cut everything off?" asked Marsha.
"Well, yes," I explained, "but they create a very realistic vagina from the ball sack, and re-route the nerves from the penis to a clitoris in the proper location."
"That's pretty extreme, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes, it is," I continued, "but the part that worries me the most is that it is really major surgery, and done under general anesthetic."
"What's wrong with that?" she asked.
"In general anesthesia they are literally keeping you on the edge of life and death. Some otherwise healthy people simply don't wake up afterwards."
"You mean I could die from it?" Marsha asked.
"Yes," I said, "and I don't want to lose you."
"Could I be a woman without GRS?" she asked.
"You already are a woman now, but you can live your entire life as a woman without GRS," I explained, "if having a vagina is crucial to you, then GRS is what you would need."
"If I could live as a woman and be your wife," she said, "I don't care about a vagina, if it's ok with you."
"It's ok with me, Marsha dear," I said, "but in order to get married you would need to have a legal gender change or same-sex marriage would have to be legal."
"Same-sex marriage isn't legal yet," she said, "but soon it may be, but marriage records are public, and I'd rather have a traditional man-woman marriage."
"I agree," I said, "I love you and I think I could handle a same-sex marriage if that is the only way, but I'd rather have a traditional marriage."
"What would it take for me to have a legal gender change?" Marsha asked.
"GRS would do it, but maybe there are other ways." I said, "let me find a lawyer who deals in these matters and find out – ok?"
"Yes, please do," she said, "I trust you completely."
"How would you feel about giving up your balls?" I asked.
"Why?" she asked, "don't I need them?"
"Your balls create testosterone, which makes your body hair and whiskers grow. If you keep your balls you will need to take a chemical castration drug to neutralize them. If you have your balls removed you won't need to take that drug."
"What's involved in getting my balls removed?" she asked.
It will require a recommendation from Lynne, but that shouldn't be difficult, though it may take some time. The procedure is fairly simple and can be done under a local anesthetic, so it's a lot safer."
"Do I need to decide right away?" she asked.
"No, you can take the drugs for now and decide later," I said, "this is a really big deal and you should take your time to decide."
Marsha kissed me and said, "thank you, for being my man!"
"Thank you for being my lady," I responded.
"This has been a pretty heavy conversation," I said, "let's go get some dinner and take in a show."
We went to dinner and then to a show. Tonight we were to see showgirls – it didn't seem like the kind of show that wives would go to, but they probably didn't want their husbands to go alone. We had pictures of the people we were to look for and photograph if seen.
I enjoyed the impressive dancing from the scantily-clad ladies. "They look pretty hot," said Marsha.
"Not as hot as you!" I countered. Marsha smiled.
As we watched, I noticed one of the men we were to watch for. I watched his movement and soon he was talking to another man I recognized. I got up and walked toward them, trying not to be too obvious. The men's room was in that direction, so that provided a good cover. As I passed them I discretely snapped a couple of pictures, and went to the men's room. I returned to Marsha and took her hand. "That was easy enough," I said, "Hopefully these pictures will be enough to do the job."
As police work went, this was pretty easy and low risk. I expected that things were likely to get more difficult. Marsha saw another person of interest and rose to check things out. She returned in a few minutes after snapping a few pictures.
We watched the rest of the show without incident, and returned to our hotel. It was late and we were tired from the travel, since our biological clocks were three hours later.
We got ready for bed and I asked Marsha if she could use some help getting to sleep. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well, I'd like to try to give you another powerful climax," I said.
"That sounds like an offer a girl just can't resist," Marsha said, "what do you want me to do?"
I had her kneel on the bed upright, with her knees spread. I put lotion on my fingers and slipped one finger, then two into her, while holding her and kissing her. I could tell from the passion of her kisses that she loved what I was doing. We kissed for a few minutes and then I knelt on the bed and took her clitty into my mouth as I continued to finger her deeply. I wiggled my fingers, tapping her prostate while I sucked her. Soon she climaxed strongly and gave me her juice. I stood up and she pulled me to her, kissing me deeply.
I cleaned up and returned to bed. "Are you getting me ready to give up my virginity?" Marsha asked.
"I am teaching you how to enjoy anal," I said, "giving up your virginity is a choice you will make when you are ready."
"For most guys, it is something they just claim and take, but for you it's different," she said.
"You know I am very different than other guys," I said, "your virginity is not a prize for some guy to claim, but a very special gift that you will share with the man of your choice."
"I choose you," Marsha said, "and I'm ready to give it to you now."
"Let's not rush it," I said, "I want it to be an experience you will cherish for the rest of your life."
We kissed and drifted off to sleep.
–––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ...
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
Please support this website by donating to nifty.org