She rested a hand on my back. “I know exactly what you’re going to say. She’s going to love you even more for doing this.” She ran her fingers up and down my back as she explained the process. She warned me it was going to sting a bit as the process simply couldn’t be entirely painless, but she’d do her best to ensure I wouldn’t walk out in agony. “You have a tight little arse, Mark,” she added, giving one of my cheeks a gentle squeeze, “I think you’re going to love it when Cindy makes love to you in return.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“You are?”
“Yeah. It’s something new. She wants to do with it with me and I want to do it with her.”
She moved up to my head, running her fingers through my hair. “Okay, handsome, get yourself relaxed and I’ll get started. I really want to let Cindy know you’re here doing this for her. God, she’s going to be so excited when she finds out.”
Closing my eyes and relaxing, I whispered, “I’m doing this because I love her that much.”
I felt soft lips on my cheek. “Hold onto her, Mark, and don’t let her go,” she whispered.
The waxing was a little painful, particularly when removing them from my butt. Emma explained that it should last at least a month. When it came to the laser, Emma explained that it wasn’t just one session, I’d need to return for at least half a dozen treatments before the hair would be permanently removed. That didn’t bother me, Emma ensuring I would have the same appointment day and time, and considering she was friends with Cindy, it would be easy enough to remind me. I did ask if Cindy had treatment.
She smiled at me. “That’s a question for Cindy. Not because it’s overly personal, but it’s something you can discuss. Trust me, there is so much for you to learn, Mark. But you’ve fallen in love with her as she is now. And she will understand the natural curiosity in regards to her life before.”
All in all, the process took a couple of hours. I had let Cindy know I would be back at hers later. Emma gave me a tight hug when I was dressed and ready to go, suggesting I might see her sooner than my next appointment. Considering how bubbly and friendly she was, I said that would be quite nice. I grabbed a quick meal before ending up outside Cindy’s apartment. She’d already given me a key to let myself in the door downstairs. She was on the couch, leaping into my arms as soon as I was through her door.
“Where have you been?” she wondered. No suspicion, just genuine curiosity.
“I’ll have to show you. Sit down on the couch and close your eyes.”
She did so, giggling away, as I quickly stripped off in front of her, facing away before asking her to open her eyes. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, glancing to see her on her feet again, her fingers quickly caressing my back and arse, “You did this for me?”
“Waxed the back and butt. And had laser treatment in the middle.”
“Who did it?”
“Emma Jones. She said you know each other.”
“Emma! Oh, that little minx. I bet she figured out who you were too!”
Chuckling, I admitted she figured it out rather quickly.
“Tomorrow night,” she murmured, kissing my back, “I want to make love to you tomorrow night, Mark. I’m going to eat that arse of yours first, then I’ll get you nice and ready, then I’m going to slide my cock inside you. And I hope you love it as much as I love yours in me.”
I turned around and hugged her. “Okay. I want you to, Cindy. I’ve been thinking about it since you told me. I want to know what it feels like. Plus, you have a beautiful girlcock regardless so I’m sure I’ll love it.”
“How about a shower and we snuggle tonight?”
“I love a good snuggle if it’s with you.”
She met my eyes, that same dreamy smile I was already used to seeing. “I’m going to thank your friends on Saturday.”
“I already have.”
The shower eventually turned into blowing each other, simply to get rid of our erections and get each other off. She blew me first, and I’d like to say that she made love to my cock with her mouth. She teased me for a long time before getting to work, head bobbing up and down as she almost sucked the cum out of my balls. It was a fantastic blowjob.
Returning the favour, I pushed her back against the tiled wall, and spent just as long returning the favour. It amused me that I loved sucking her cock as much as I’d enjoyed eating pussy. In fact, part of me actually preferred her cock as, when she came, I was given a reward. I loved meeting her eyes as I blew her, and she mixed up sweet words with some dirty talk. She suggested I now preferred sucking cock compared to eating pussy. Again, part of me probably agreed, though I’d only suck cock in certain circumstances. A woman with a cock? Not a problem, not that I was thinking of anyone but Cindy.
After receiving another creamy load, gulping it down eagerly, we finished by washing each other up before stepping out, wiping each other dry before she took my hand, leading me to her bed. I was surprised when she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, though all she did was rest on my chest, playing with her hair with one hand, stroking her back with the other.
“I have some friends coming around tomorrow night. They know all about you, so figured you should meet them too.”
“Okay. Need me to bring anything?”
“Just yourself.” She lifted her head. “I want to make love in the morning. I want to feel your cum inside me all day.” The idea aroused and humoured me. “Some of my friends are like me. You’ll like them just as much as they already like you.” She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I want to tell you everything, Mark. How I got here, to the woman you’re holding now. If you ever have questions, please ask. I don’t want any secrets. But some of it is difficult to talk about.”
“When you’re ready, sweetheart. What matters most is the here and now. I’ll admit to curiosity, but this is all new for me too. I’m doing some reading at work during quiet times. It’s a learning experience in more ways than one. Can I ask one question?”
“Anything.”
“I’m guessing certain terms I’ve seen online are now outdated, right? When I’ve had a gander at porn, I’m left thinking some of the terms are no longer PC.”
She smiled. “You’re correct. I obviously call myself a woman. I have been since I was ten years old. That’s when I knew. Others might call themselves transwomen. I know what words you’re referring too. Shemale is just a term used in the porn industry. We don’t like it. Very outdated nowadays. I’m not just a guy with tits. Saying chick with a dick can be humorous but… that’s very much each to their own. At least they refer to us as women in a certain way. Tranny is derogatory as it’s used by people as an attack word against us. Transsexual is an older term that might still be used by some people. It’s not offensive to some, just outdated. Others don’t like it as it does carry some negative stereotypes. Generally, even those who are not offended would suggest you just used transgender.”
“Okay. I just wondered. I’ve been reading up about all this gender identity stuff. I don’t remember it being such a big deal when I was a teenager. Granted, that’s over fifteen years ago, and being a bloke, it was never any of my business anyway. The one thing that always helped was that my two best friends are homosexual, so I have been exposed to other lifestyles. I’ve always lived by the rule of ‘live and let live’.”
“Are you trying to make me love you even more?”
I shrugged. “Life is difficult enough as it is for most people. If it makes you happy, do it. Too many get involved in business that simply doesn’t concern them.”
Rolling off my chest, she snuggled into my side, resting her head in that crook between my shoulder and head, her fingers stroking my chest. She sighed contentedly. “Move in,” she whispered, “I want you here with me. Your daughter can stay in the second room when it’s your weekend.”
“Soon as my rental agreement is over. I think I have three months left.” I lifted her chin, meeting her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Completely. I love you and don’t want to spend too long apart.”
I kissed her lips. “Okay. I’ll let my landlord know as soon as I need to.”
Wrapping an arm across my chest, she fell asleep before me as usual. I think that’s how comfortable she was in my presence. I liked the fact she could completely relax. I lay back thinking as always. The idea of moving in with her was exciting. I knew I loved her to bits. It was a new sort of love, that feeling of butterflies, of my heart beating faster when she simply gazed at me. The goofy smile I know that formed on my face when I thought about her.
Kissing her forehead, I eventually drifted off into pleasant dreams.