I have my girly playlist on, driving home, trying to create a friendly vibe. But she just stares out the window silently.
She told me a few days ago, that she started her transition four years ago, when she lived with her foster parents. They're progressives, well off, and liked being involved with her transition.
When we get home, I throw a few blankets and pillows on the couch. "Hey, sweetie, I want you to know you're safe here, and you're welcome to stay". "If you need anything, just ask." Handing her an iPhone charger. I know that we've only talked briefly, a couple of times at therapy, and I shouldn't be surprised that she acts like she doesn't trust me. So, for now, I'm just giving her plenty of space, but at the same time acknowledging her frequently.
In the morning, as I'm leaving for work, Alyssa is sleeping peacefully on the couch. She's sleeping in the same clothes I picked her up in, tight jeans and oversized gray sweatshirt.
When I get home, she's wearing the same clothes, sitting in the same spot,,, "oh boy."
"I hope you like pizza". We have a large, 3 meat, on the way from the local pizza-aria."
I get into my feminine pajamas and slippers and sit beside her.
"Can I ask you a few things about your transition?"
"Yeah" her eyes looking down.
"It's been almost 60 days since I started the hormone treatment, and recently, my chest is starting to hurt, right here" touching my breast. Alyssa looks up at me and smiles, "Oh yeah, I remember that. For me, It lasted about a month, I used to put crushed ice in a zip-lock bag and hold it on my nipples". "Really, that sounds pretty uncomfortable either way."
"Yeah, it was"
It's working, I got her to talk, I guess you could say I'm breaking the ice with my tits.
"And, I barely fit in my wranglers anymore, how come I'm getting so wide?"
"The literature you were given at the orientation describes a redistribution of fatty tissue in the area of hips, thighs, and butt." she gives me a look, "Didn't you read it?" She totally blew me away with that, probably repeating the booklet word for word.
"Easy girl, I've been going through this alone, and I was kinda hoping for someone to talk to about these things"
"Oh, okay"
"You can ask me anything"
I'm glad to see her getting more relaxed and talking, I even got a smile out of her.
In the morning, I try not to wake her as I slip out the door.
As usual, I have my killer playlist on. We're starting a new custom home in Granite Bay this morning, I hope the crew can find this place and get there somewhere near on time. I'm meeting the owner there for the first time.
On the way home, I'm thinking I should stop and get Alyssa something.
What do you get a cute little trans girl?
I stop at the mall, "Gottschalks should work"
Let's see, something feminine and pretty.
I'm a pushover when it comes to women's perfumes,, and beautiful young ladies that work the perfume counters. She leads me to several displays, the one I chose is the most beautiful fragrance, it literally makes me week in the knees.
It's called 'Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb', and kinda pricey, but what the hell.
I also bought a dark natural lipstick that I thought would go with Alyssa's long straight black hair.
When I get home, Alyssa is at the kitchen range making something, wearing a pink crop top and rocking some tight shorts, she just always looks hot.
I put the two gift boxes on the coffee table where she hangs out. I tell her, "I'm going to take a quick shower,,, Mmm, that smells so good" pointing to the kitchen.
Halfway through my shower, the door opens just enough for her to yell in
"Oh my god, I love them, thank you", all exited like a little girl.
I put my thick gray leggings on and my favorite silky tee,
"I'm so glad to see you feeling better, sweetie, I've been concerned about you".
"I do feel better, and you're so sweet" pointing at her neck.
I move in for a sniff, "so beautiful, perfect for a beautiful girl like you."
I get a peck on the cheek for that one.
"I hope you don't mind, I fried potatoes with some bell peppers and onions that I found."
"I love fried potatoes, Thank you, that's so sweet"
She's watching as I take a few bites, "Oh my gosh, this is so good"
"I read somewhere that after starting HRT, a person should wait a year before augmenting their breasts."
"That's what I heard also, that's how long it takes for the estrogen to run, it's full course."
"It's going to be hard waiting, I want pretty boobs like yours really bad" making an exaggerated sad face. "Looking back, the time went by pretty fast, I think you'll be okay" She says.
"Goodnight Alyssa, I love having someone to talk to about feminizing."
"Oh, and remember therapy, tomorrow after work"
"Goodnight Damien",,,
"I'm not scared of you anymore." "Oh sweetie"
I walked over and gave her a hug. Looking her in the eyes, "I could never hurt you"
She kissed me on the cheek, "I know that now".
I have to hold back the urge to plant one right on those beautiful, soft lips.
In the morning, driving to work, of course I'm thinking about Alyssa.
I'm starting to have stronger feelings for her lately.
She's very feminine, but I know she still has a package in her panties.
For some reason, that is a huge turn-on for me.
I called on the way home, "If you're ready when I get there, we'll get something to eat on the way to therapy". When I get home, Alyssa is wearing navy leggings with a short black dress. "Wow, you look so beautiful, do you like Panda Express?"
"I love Panda"
People turn their heads when she walks in with me. While we're, eating and chatting, learn a little more about her. "One of my foster parents sexually abused me when I was nine years old. Ever since, I've been super cautious with men."
There were several new people at therapy tonight. Guys stepping forward, talking about their desire to feminize. I really enjoy hearing all the sorted details of why this person, or that person, has chosen to abandon masculinity. I believe some men are naturally feminine and, by some cruel twist of nature, are born with a penis. God, I love therapy.
When we get home, Alyssa and I stay up late talking about sex and dating,
she's really an intelligent, mature person, and so cute.
It's early Saturday morning and yay, it's my day off.
I'm sitting on the couch in my lace panties and favorite #2 silky top.
I'm caressing my cup of dark roast coffee, doing my 'I don't have to go anywhere' morning routine. I hear Alyssa, she's probably pouring a cup of.... ahh yes, coffee in hand, she sits next to me. She's wearing satin boy shorts and a snug tank top.
"I think it would be cool if we wore the exact same panties and tops when we're hanging around the house" she said, "We'd be like twins".
"Yeah, as long as it was with you." Sounding like the valley girls.
As we're chatting, she placed her hand on my leg,
"I've never shaved my legs" I said sheepishly.
"Mmmm, it's very feminine." she tells me. "Why don't you let me shave your legs, It'll be fun"
"And, you'll see how."
"Really, I would love for you to shave my legs".
"Do you want me to run the bath for you?" * "I'll make a bubble bath for you."
With a smile so big you could drive through it.
"Oh yeah, that sounds awesome."
I can hear the water running and Alyssa talking, hopefully to herself, 'cause I can't understand a word.
"Damien" sounding like a spider to a fly. "I'm ready for you" I step in the bathroom and.....
"There's no reason to be shy, Mr," pulling my nightie off with a single motion, and my panties flop around my ankles.
Stepping into the bubble bath, "l absolutely adore this, thank you, sweetheart"
Alyssa took her sweet time, shaving every square inch of my legs with her little pink plastic razor and girly shaving gel.
She's sliding her hand back and forth, finding areas that need more work.
I'm savoring every minute like a thick chocolate milk shake.
I think she especially enjoyed it when she asked me to stand up and saw my soapy erection.
Picking up a wash cloth, she washed my member, so tenderly. Only someone who has one would know how to properly hold and wash a male package like Alyssa does.
"You have sexy, athletic legs," she told me, "I can't wait to see you in a short skirt with those legs in pantyhose". Reaching for my hand, I step out onto the shower mat. I'm feeling like Cinderella, stepping onto the dance floor, as she's patting me dry. When Alyssa stands up, I hold her by the shoulders and kiss her, it feels so right. The towel hits the floor, "I'm so sorry sweetie, "My estrogen is showing"
"But what if I liked it" she said...