Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
I developed a close friendship with a lesbian, Nancy. She used to work for a client, but has since moved on. She even lives close, with no complications.
Not only did Nancy know about my issue, but she’s also the only woman, outside of my mother, who’s actually seen my sad little dickie.
Nancy, bless her heart, thinks it’s cute. I told her I’d gladly choke her for that comment, which she thought was the funniest thing I’d ever said. It probably was; I don’t have a sense of humor.
Nancy is a blessing to me. She’s not only the kind of friend who is always there for me, who I can tell my secrets to, but she’s also my beard. She’s a beautiful “femme” lesbian who likes to go to parties where there are good food and a free bar.
Whenever there’s a social function where I’m expected to bring a plus one, Nancy goes. I’m starting to get questions about when the date’s going to be. Who knows, Nancy needs a beard too, sometimes; might not have been the worst idea.
One of the things I loved about Nancy is she let me play with her boobs. If I’ve fed her and given her all the liquor she wanted. She thinks that’s cute, too.
She even taught me what to do—how to touch them, how to suck her n*****s, and what felt good to her. Like, when to be rough, and when to be gentle.
She taught me how to kiss. I’d never kissed a girl before Nancy. I thought you mashed your lips together like they did in the old movies. Nancy taught me all the other things about kissing, and a few things lesbians keep to themselves.
When she trusted me, she let me play with her p***y. She taught me how to touch a woman, where all the parts are, how to eat her.
I am now a fully trained lesbian trapped in a man’s body. Any lesbian would be lucky to have me.
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