My first real man. Pt1 Names have been slightly altered for..
Published: June 23rd 2024, 5:03:18 pm
My first real man. Pt1
Names have been slightly altered for privacy
I, Anna, was going through a bit of a rough patch when I was in my early college years. I had come out as gay, but later discovered through self reflection that I didn’t feel comfortable presenting as a gay guy. Most of the family hated me for it, even going as far as to stop talking to me. Sometimes acting as if I didn’t exist when they came around. It felt awful, to say the least. There were few who stayed by my side. My best friend Steph, my roommate Ben , and him... my closest friend, Trevor.
I was 19 and thanks to the hormone therapy, and proper diet, I was passable. My voice had changed, my hips felt wider, and my hair was softer. Trevor... he was 22, and built like you can imagine a typical college age guy. Athletic, with a great sense of humor, and the most handsome smile. He had graduated college with an engineering degree and already bought his own house, even offered me a place to stay, which I accepted. I was working at a pizza shop a few miles from his house, so he would often come by, and give me a ride home, in exchange for a free pizza slice or something. However, this night in late August was strange. He came by, didn’t say a word, not even about the pizza or anything. I got in his car, and he drove in silence. Thinking I had done something, I remained silent.
We went straight to his house, and once inside, he sat on his chair by his desk, and just looked at me. I started to feel very nervous, so I whimpered, “Is everything okay?” This seemed to snap him out of his trance, and he gave me that warm smile, and I immediately felt warm and safe.
“Oh... Yeah. Everything is great.” He sat back and looked me up and down. “So... how does it work?” He asked softly. “I mean... I want to understand how you feel... about... your change. We’ve been close, but I never understood this. I just thought it best to support you.”
I blushed and sat in the small wooden chair by the door. “Well... I just felt wrong... I knew I didn’t like women sexually, and my body felt like it belonged to someone else... So... I changed. That’s the super short version.”
He smiled and nodded as if he had just unlocked the answer to a problem he was years into solving. “So... you’re just a girl, now... like you’ve wanted to be?” He was adorable, and sweet as he clearly had something else on his mind.
“Well... Not 100% physically. I still have my boy parts.” I moved a bit closer, feeling more comfortable. “But I feel like a woman, so I identify as a woman. That is also, the most basic version.”
He again nodded, this time in contemplation. “I see...” he muttered into his hand as it stroked his beard. “Well, lets have dinner. What are you in the mood for? Chinese? I’m buying.” He had turned his chair towards me and visibly let go of the questions he had moments ago.
I leaned against the door to my room. “Um... Chinese sounds good.” I took off the stupid hat that was part of my uniform, letting my bobbed black curls fall.
He looked at me again, with an intense gaze, but I didn’t know how to react. He grabbed his phone and started dialing. “Extra sauce?”
“Yes, please.” I smiled and tossed my hat into the chair by the door. “I’m going to shower... I smell like flour and oregano.” I giggled before disappearing into the bathroom opposite my room. The shower was warm, but I couldn’t shake the chills that I had thinking of Trevors soft blue eyes scanning my body. It made me so horny, and weak in the knees... I couldn’t think. I just wanted him to rip the shower curtain open and make me his girl... “fat chance of that.” I thought to myself. So I quickly finished my shower and walked back to my room.
Suddenly there was a soft knock at my door, “Our food is here, Anna.” It was Trevor... at my door, the only thing keeping him from seeing me in all of my natural glory.
“I’ll be right out.” I managed to say after having to somehow work up the courage to talk to my closest friend. I slipped on a white t-shirt, and a pair of black tight short shorts, and made my way to the living room. And there he stood...The only man to treat me well since my change... holding up two disc cases. “ To Wong Foo or something from the Jackie Chan collection?”
I smile, and look up at him, “You pick.” I sit on the couch and divide up the food. He always gets more to save for later. Before I know it, we are watching some obscure Jackie Chan film, and I’m up to my elbows in fried rice. Soon after, I fed his arm draped around my shoulders. On instinct, I lean in and put my head on his shoulder. “This feels right” I think to myself before slowly starting to drift off. I feel his soft warm lips press against my forehead. My heart wants to fly out of my chest, I look up at him. Goddamn, those eyes... they could end all world conflicts before he blinks a second time. “Trevor... I...” suddenly, he interrupts me with a kiss, and I melt into him, craving to feel his hands over my body.
Pt2 coming soon...