“It’s like this. When I was growing up, I never felt like a boy. But I also didn’t really feel like a girl. By the time I was about sixteen or seventeen I came to the understanding that I was truly bi-sexual. I was attracted to both men and women. I tried relationships with both, some successful others not so much but one thing that was always good was the sex. I liked sex with both genders. Well as I got into my early twenties, I started to experiment a little. “Experimenting with being bisexual wasn’t enough?”
Joann stopped at her comment. She made an apologetic face and continued, “I experimented with the fact that I tried cross-dressing. I started going out to clubs dressed as a woman. I found out quickly that I really liked it. I like the fashion and the ritual. I liked how it made me feel, and I liked how other people reacted to me. I got very good at it. I’ve always been thin and never had much of an Adam’s apple, so it was pretty easy to pass as female. After a time I decided that this was how I wanted to be. So I got electrolysis to get rid of my facial hair and started dressing as a woman full time. The next step was to get my chest done. I did that because I liked how it looked. I like how it made me feel, and I really liked the reactions I got.”
Amanda blurted out the obvious question. “So, are you transitioning to become a woman?”
Joann chuckled. “Don’t you mean, do I still have my other parts?”
“Well, yeah. I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
“Yes. I’m not going through a sex change. I do feel that deep inside I am a woman, though. I’m not on hormones and have no plans to go any farther with surgeries, other than maybe my lips. I’d like fuller lips.”
Amanda was still unsure, and it was reflected in her expression.
“Yes, Amanda, I still have my cock! Is that plain enough for you? And, since I know you want or will want to ask, yes, it is of an acceptable size.” Joann laughed, but her friend didn’t. She just stared at Joann’s crotch for a long moment. Amanda was really trying to have an open mind but just couldn’t figure it all out. Just the mechanics were confusing. Joann could see her friend trying to put it all together.
“I wear pantyhose. I can keep everything contained pretty well, and I try not to wear pants very often. I stick with dresses.” She thought for a moment. It was true that she had never seen her in a pair of slacks. It was always dresses or skirts. Joann could see that she was still a bit confused.
“May I see your hand?”
Amanda held out her hand, and Joann took it, flipped it over and placed it on her thigh. She guessed what was coming next, but her friend left it up to her to proceed if she chose to. She couldn’t resist. She slowly ran her hand up her friend’s thigh, under the hem of her skirt and soon found her palm resting against an appreciable bulge held against the leg by smooth pantyhose material.
“No way!” Amanda couldn’t help but blurt out her exclamation. She laughed.