A Brief Interlude From My Femininization

When last I wrote , I had just had the sexual experience of a lifetime with my new boyfriend who was a gentle giant of a man in all aspects of his mental and physical attributes. He had captured my heart and body and left me limp as a dish rag after our night of wild abandoned pleasure. I was now extremely confident in my feminine appearance and true to my pledge to myself, I sought out a source and began to take female hormones in order to advance my journey into feminism . Some time thereafter when the hormones were beginning to make their presence known both in my body and my mind, I found myself roaming the French Quarter late one night after having taken a very difficult test in my graduate studies and was attempting to unwind. Since I had not made any plans , I was strictly alone and just bar hopping and consuming a few adult beverages. As I wandered the streets which were becoming somewhat empty at the late hour, I found myself in a little side street straight bar known for being open 24-7. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink . As I nursed it, I scanned the dimly lit bar. I saw a beautiful Black female sitting several stools from me chatting with the bartender. There were only a few others in the place and the only sounds were from the corner jukebox. Having some spare change in my pocket (I was dressed as a male because of my prior test at the university) , I approached the jukebox and selected a few of my favorite R&B tunes and returned to my spot at the bar. The female patron suddenly looked my way and exclaimed " That's one of my favorite songs!" She asked me if I had played it . When I said yes, she asked if I liked R&B music to which I replied that it was my favorite kind of music. Uninvited she got up from her seat and approached me asking could she join me. Of course, I agreed . Seeing her up close , I could see that she appeared to be in her mid to late 20's , tall , slim with a very almost athletic build like an Olympic sprinter's body. She towered over my 5"6" height appearing to be about 5' 10". Her face was flawless and her features were similar to but in my mind superior to Diana Ross. She was easy to talk to and I was a good listener . Having finished my drink , I asked if she would like another and ordered another for both of us. Engrossed in our conversation, I had failed to notice that she and I were the only patrons left in the bar and the bartender was sitting at the other end of the bar at the register . I finally introduced myself and told her why I was out alone at such a late hour. She said she was stranded in the Quarter having caught a ride earlier but had none to go home. I asked where she lived and coincidentally, it was only several blocks from my apartment. I told her I could give her a ride home if she wished. She seemed surprised to have been given an invitation from a stranger whom she had just met especially a white one. She then told me that she was not looking to hook up with someone and to please not mistake her friendliness for anything more. So at that point , I confessed to her my situation and told her she was in no danger from me and while I found her extremely beautiful and appealing , that I had no intentions nor inclination to seduce her. She seemed relieved and then began to bear her soul to me , relating how she was escaping from a failed relationship and had recently abandoned her home in a neighboring community about 20 miles away and had moved to New Orleans with her daughter. She said she had left so suddenly that she had left some of her things there. Having no classes the next day, I asked if she would like me to take her to her former home to retrieve her things. She looked shocked that I would offer that but warned me that it was not a safe area . I asked if her ex- partner was still there and she replied that he had been evicted before she had left, but that he had returned on several occasions to terrorize her. I told her I was not wanting to get into a confrontation and she assured me that if anyone was at her house, we would just drive past so somewhat reluctantly, I agree to take her there. At this point , it was about 3AM and the streets were deserted. It was an easy drive to her former home as there was no traffic to speak of but upon arriving at her place, I was taken aback as it was what had been a relatively new residential subdivision , but now it definitely had taken on the air of a slum , with abandoned vehicles and trash scattered among a few decent looking homes. She directed me to stop in front of one of the houses that looked vacant and said I could wait in the car, but I naively told her I would accompany her inside if no one was there. The inside looked much like the outside with boxes , clothes and other thing strewn throughout. She appeared both shocked and embarrassed at the condition and hurriedly picked out a few items and clothing she had left behind. Thanking me profusely for bringing her there, we then headed back to New Orleans and I soon dropped her off at her place not far from my apartment. We were both now tired and sleepy and I told her how much I had enjoyed her company and would she like to get together for some drinks and conversation at another time. She said definitely and she hoped soon. We exchanged phone numbers but frankly, I figured I would not hear from her. To my surprise, she called me a few days later and invited me over to her place for some wine. I accepted and still in masculine attire, I drove the short distance to her small duplex and knocked at her door. She opened the door and invited me in and introduced me to her small daughter . Next she escorted her daughter next door to her neighbor who was babysitting her. Upon her return she opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for both of us. We sat and talked for an hour or so and upon finishing the bottle , I rose and thanked her whereupon she said she really was thankful to me for taking her home that night and helping her retrieve some of her things. She told me not to leave and took my hand . Next she pulled me to her embracing me and placing a tender kiss on my lips. I responded by kissing her back and to my shock and surprise, she then led me to her bedroom where she continued to kiss me and told me to get undressed so she could thank me properly. I hesitated so she said not to worry , she knew that I was a shemale but she could still satisfy us both. I slowly undressed revealing my budding breasts , while she pulled off her dress leaving on her panties and bra revealing what a magnificent figure she had. Lying back on her bed and pulling me along, we continued our kissing and I found myself responding and getting erect . She asked me to unhook her bra and out popped two firm medium sized breasts with pert nipples . Pulling my head down , she offered herself to me and I kissed her nipples as she thrust her pelvis up to mine. She returned the favor by kissing and nipping my small but erect nipples which thrilled me. We continued to kiss as she pulled her panties off and grasped her arms around me gyrating and grinding her vagina against my little erect penis. I was amazed at my response to her and did not protest when she reached down and guided my penis to her very lubricated vagina . I began to stroke into her in earnest and feeling her juices flowing out of her making me feel something I had not felt in years. Suddenly she took my head in her two hands and pushed it down to her vagina . I breathed in her sexual fragrance and began to kiss and flick her clitoris with my tongue and finally inserting my tongue as deep as I could extend it inside her writhing body. She was moaning and emitting little whimpering sounds as she held my head firmly as she ground her clit against my mouth. Just as I felt she was nearing her climax, she pulled me off of her and mounted me, exclaiming "Let me do it"! and began to thrust at me just like a man except she was able to rub her clit against my penis which was affecting us both immensely. I found myself also moaning and crying out as she did so in unison with me. When she reached her arms down and clasped my ass I felt just like when male lovers did it. With her holding onto my buttocks and frenetically grinding on my penis , she cried out that she was cumming . I too was experiencing an orgasm as I felt a torrent of her vaginal juices washing over my penis and thighs. She collapsed on top of me as we kissed each other deeply and held tightly to one another as we both continued to pulsate and quiver for an extended time. Finally, I was able to gather myself and told her how surprised I was at what we had just done. She replied that she hoped I had enjoyed it as much as she had and that even though she knew I was a shemale and had a small penis she wanted to experience what it was like to be with me. I told her I was sorry that my penis was so small and I knew I could not satisfy her with it . She said not to give it another thought because she knew she could take care of both of us and that she had gotten as much pleasure from our sex as she could have with a big dick. She said she really enjoyed big cocks but our sex had been just as satisfying. I confessed to her that I too, liked big cocks and admitted that my boyfriend was quite large. When I told her how big he was , her eyes grew wide and she said but you are just a little one, how can you take that . I grinned as I told her my history and how I had always dated Black men . She said that she had never met someone like me and even though she knew what I was and what I Iiked, she hoped that we could remain friends and possibly even occasional lovers. I told her I would love to and that I wanted her to see me dressed up enfemme. She said she would like that very much and said that we could even go out together if I wished. With that said I bade her adieu and left with the knowledge that I had just had an adventure which I felt few others had ever experienced. Even though we were completely different in our races , sexes and gender and sexual preferences , our mutual respect and friendship had brought us together and proved to me that only those qualities matter in a relationship . Yes those things and love. Amen

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