Bethany's Secret Part 2

“This looks delicious,” I said. “Thanks honey.” She smiled as we began to eat. Half way through the meal I said, “I have to know Beth. I mean, I accept who you are and I love you for who you are, but I need to know how you became the way you are.”

“Like any other transsexual,” she said. “I was about eleven years old and I knew that there was something different about me. I was a boy. My name was Brandon, but I felt like a girl on the inside. I used to wait until my mom was out of the house and dress up in her clothing, strut around, pretend to be a real girl. One day, when I was 15, she caught me. I broke down crying and told her that I wasn’t supposed to be a boy. She took me to see a man named Dr. Laine, who was a gender therapy specialist. I met with him for about a year and I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria, which is the medical term for transsexualism. I spent a year out of school, taking hormones and living as a girl. My breasts grew. My hips got wider. My hair and skin and voice became softer. Eventually, I became the girl you see before you. I enrolled in our current high school and the rest is history.”

“And I couldn’t have asked for a better one,” I said. I squeezed her hand. “I love you Bethany.”

-4-

A week before Christmas, I was sitting alone in Bethany’s room. She had called me from the dentist’s office where she worked part-time and told me to go to her house and wait for her to get home. She told me that her mother wouldn’t be home so I could just walk in. Bethany’s father didn’t live with them. “My father is gone,” she said to me once. I assumed he had run off with another woman.

Life was good, but strange. I didn’t consider myself gay, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough of Bethany’s dick. I loved sucking it and jerking her off. I was virtually addicted to my girlfriend’s cum. Still, my life was perfect and I didn’t want one thing to change. That’s what I was thinking about as I waited in Bethany’s room.