"I enjoyed that, but I'm not ready to commit to being a woman yet."I enjoyed that, but I'm not ready to commit to being a woman yet. I don't know if I will ever be." "That's okay," he said, stepping back a little. "I guess most of the time you spend around people who know what you do, but don't treat you as a woman." "That's true," I replied. "If they know me at all, they know me as a guy in a dress. They accept it, but they don't think of me as a woman." "I have no problem at all thinking of you as a woman," Randy said, putting his hands on my trim waist and pulling us back together. He lowered his mouth to mine again, caressing my soft lips with his own. This time the closeness of our bodies was something I wanted; I felt my breasts pushed against him, and wished they were my own instead of just imitations. Suddenly Tina was more than just a masquerade. Tina was fully alive, and whatever I was before didn't matter. And then the kiss was over. Randy released me, leaving me breathless, and stepped back to look at me. "How do you feel now?" he asked. "I like it a lot, Randy, but I can't have sex with you. "Forget about that," he said. "I don't want you thinking that I just want to get into your panties. We really should just be friends, and I'm sorry that I came on to you that way." "Don't worry Randy--the attention is flattering. I've always wondered what it would feel like to be treated as a woman, and you're showing me. I can't really get upset over that." "Well then, why don't you get some going-out clothes on, and we'll do the town today and tonight?" he asked. |