The Roommate

This was stunning news to my ears! Bob wasn’t just dressing up. He
wanted to become a woman. And I had to say that he was pretty
successful. I could smell her perfume as her small hands, decorated
with a few simple rings, reached out and placed a hand on my thigh. I
could really see Bob as a woman.

“Do you think you can handle that?” She continued to look me straight
in the eye and I grew increasingly nervous and confused about my
feelings.

“I’m not sure yet.” I took a gulp from my drink. I had expected to
sit down here with Bob, and get the scoop on the situation. But here
I was on the couch, in close proximity to a beautiful woman named
Jasmine, drinking and making eye contact as her hand was on my thigh.
My body was responding in a way that my mind found most
inappropriate… It was getting a hard on. “But Bob, why are you
doing this? Is it because of your girlfriend, Carol?” I asked.

“Jasmine!” she reprimanded, and play slapped me on the leg. She
seemed kind of flirtatious and coy. “Yes. Carol has assisted me in
my transition. But I have transitioned willingly. You will see.
This path I am taking is wonderful, and has brought me here. This
can’t be a mistake can it?” She opened her arms, asking if she could
be a mistake.

I found myself referring to her in the feminine gender. She was a
woman, not Bob. Not male anymore. I was very confused by it, and ran
toward the idea that she was a woman. It made my hard-on easier to
comprehend. “No, Jasmine,” I paused as the new name came out of my
mouth, listening to myself, “you look terrific. Really. But how did
you do it? And… I mean… Do you have…” I wanted to ask her if
she still had a dick in there.

“Geoff! I’m surprised at you! A girl can’t give away all her secrets
can she? Some things are better left to be discovered.”