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With an early flight the following morning, one might suppose that my three days as a woman were over. Not quite! Arising before dawn on Friday, I took off my nightgown and put on my spandex panties, sports bra, jogging skirt, top and sneakers once again, with a matching jacket over my bare shoulders - it was cool that early in the morning. My run took me to the coffee shop where I'd breakfasted two days previously - they opened at six, and I was the first customer: a chocolate croissant and a cup of black coffee please! I carried them back to my apartment, and savored my last moments as a woman, enjoying my little breakfast before I lingered over a last cigarette on the balcony (I only smoke when I'm a woman), stripped off my woman's running suit, packed up the last of my girl's clothes, stashed them away in my downstairs closet behind piles of posters and boxes, clipped off my nails, took a hot shower, dressed myself as a man, and returned to the real world.
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The flight was depressing, I missed myself already! It's a long drive home from the airport, most of it over two lane, winding roads. At some point I must have dozed off, and only saved myself (and the occupants of an oncoming car) when I jolted awake at the last moment. Adrenaline kicked in, and I was fully alert the rest of the way home.
I knew that my body was exhausted, after three days plus of living as a woman. Yet it occurred to me that if I were still wearing skirts, I would never have fallen asleep at the wheel. Life is too intense for me when I've crossed over the gender barrier - every little thing I do and experience seems new and exciting, even the countless mundane tasks that a woman does without thinking each and every day.
Would it be like that, I wondered, if I took things all the way like my friend? What kind of future was in store for her? Would she find true happiness, now that she was on the threshold of living the rest of her life as a member of the opposite sex? Or would she soon become bored with the boundaries she had created for herself, and begin to miss the freedom and advantages of being a man? Was that why she was scared? How would I hold up under similar circumstances?
These fantastic thoughts occupied my mind, and my imagination, the rest of the way home.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoYou character is almost real and I feel she should come out at home. If you bring her into a transition phase and help her find love locally,
I am sure readership will increase will a few changes.
Please keep writing!
thrillerauthoralmost 6 years agoAuthorTry Missing the Cut (posted in Celebrities category)
Anonymousalmost 6 years ago"Twin Set" and "Springtime for Summers" the most. I'm quite a fan of loving(not sissy!) relationships between MTF(usually pre-op) folks and female characters where both characters are faithful to one another, not having an "Open" relationship. Heck, I'm still looking for a story that takes us through the steps of that kind of relationship and ends with children and a happy ending.
Will you be writing something along those lines anytime soon? Or just some more MTF/Female relationships?
It is really hard to find good stories like that. Most of them turn into orgy stories or have the MTF become a willing cuckold or just a bottom to her wife's lovers. And the wives are portrayed as being essentially too self-absorbed to give a damn about hurting the feelings of their MTF wife. Not my bottle of beer.
I'd really like it if you wrote some more FTM/Female stories.
