The Greatest Lie Part 3

I wasn’t really confused, but I liked the way it sounded: like I needed his advice. He rose to the bait. "Do you like sex with boys or girls?" "Both, but when I have sex with girls, I feel gay, and when I have sex with boys, I feel straight." Jon reflected a moment, looked at me with seemingly clinical interest, and then opined "in my opinion, you must be a transsexual." I gaped and asked "what do you mean?" It was feigned surprise. After all, I had spent hours in the medical library at UCLA researching my self-medication. But Jon expounded on the clinical and social aspects of transsexuals, and I responded like one of Dr. Freud’s admiring acolytes. I admitted that I had been cross dressing and taking hormones for months, on my own, and now Jon was surprised and intrigued: his curiosity manifested itself through his hands, as much as his words. They slipped beneath my baggy Golden Gophers sweatshirt and quickly found my satin spaghetti strap camisole.

From that discovery it was only a short interval until he discovered my pert, firm breasts. Six months of heavy estrogen doses, and large breasted genetics in both my maternal and paternal lines, had produced small but perfectly formed, inverted ice cream cones that jiggled pleasantly but never sagged, topped with silver dollar sized maroon aereoles. I raised my arms, as if in surrender, and he pulled my sweatshirt off.

Jon, the silver tongued pedagogue, was tongue tied with surprise and lust: all he could manage was a husky "O wow" before he slid the straps down over my slender shoulders began devouring my breasts. But there, his tongue discovered a mute eloquence, as he licked and kissed me in a frenzy, as I cradled his head like a suckling baby’s. I slipped my hand between his legs and began massaging his cock through his jeans. In a few minutes he broke his lips grip on my nipples and picked up my 5’7", 105 pound frame and carried me into his bedroom. "You are the most fantastic trans I have ever met," he said. "You can act like a perfectly normal boy, but you have the perfect body of a young girl." "Thank you," I said "but I’m not quite perfect yet." "We’ll see about that", he said, and pulled off my pants and began rubbing the front panel of my panties.