Michael's Story (part 13)
Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago. Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from pneumonia acquired there. Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections. This and subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she could have written it and seen if published.
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Michael took me to a very nice Middle Eastern restaurant. We were both very adventurous in our tastes and eagerly welcomed variety in our cuisine. We enjoyed humus and flat bread while we waited for our meal to arrive. Michael ordered a shrimp gallaba and I had ordered a lamb shwarma. This restaurant offered very generous helpings so we asked for "to-go" boxes so we could divide our meals before we started – that way we wouldn't over-eat, and would have some to enjoy later.
Michael said, "I have had several transgendered clients."
"Really? " I responded, "I thought you had never been with a transgendered girl before."
"I wasn't 'with her'," Michael explained, "she was a client."
"What did you do for her?" I asked, "surprised at this revelation."
"I helped her with a legal name change and gender change," Michael continued.
"I thought the gender change was entirely a medical procedure," I said.
"Yes, but in order for a person to be legally recognized in their new gender, there are legal steps to take," Michael explained.
"What would it take for me to be legally a woman?" I asked with growing excitement.
"A lot depends upon the judge you get, but the legal requirement is that you have 'irreversible medical procedures to change your gender' which leaves some room for interpretation."
"That's why we have our jobs," I said, "if the law was crystal clear there would be little for us to do!"
We both chuckled at that and I asked, "so what kind procedures would be required?"
"Full Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS) is the most certain, legally, but also the most extreme and expensive. If you get a liberal judge and a good letter from your doctor, some will accept several years of hormone treatment. I've had good success if they have had an orchiectomy."
"An orch-what?" I asked.
"Orchiectomy," Michael replied, "or 'orchi' for short – it is the surgical removal of the testicles."
"I knew about GRS, but had not heard of the orchi," I said, "getting the balls cut off is kind of extreme also, isn't it?"
"For a man, it is completely repulsive," Michael said, "but after a woman like you has been on hormones for several years they aren't good for much anyway. The surgery is very simple and can be done under a local anesthetic as an out-patient, with fast recovery."
"I'd like to learn more about the orchi," I replied, "maybe it is right for me."
"Possibly," agreed Michael, "but take your time in deciding – you can't get them back afterward!"
Our meals arrived and we enjoyed our food.
After lunch Michael took me to a movie at the IMAX theater – the huge screen was truly amazing and made me feel like I was actually in the movie.
Michael held my hand the entire time and I felt so drawn to him. I wondered if he would consider marrying me – especially if I were legally a woman. But if I had surgery would he still be interested in me? I wondered – how could I ask him such a thing? Maybe I was expecting too much. Why would anyone want to marry someone like me? Oh, but if he would – I wanted so much to be Michael's wife.
Fortunately the movie was exciting enough to capture my attention, so I didn't dwell on these thoughts for the entire time.
It was a long, three hour movie, but the time passed quickly. Afterward Michael drove me to our local shopping center and took me into a dress shop and said, "let's see what we can find for you here."
"Men don't like shopping for women's clothing!" I said, "what are you up to?"
"I don't like shopping for women's clothing," Michael replied, "that's why you are going to do the shopping – but I get to see you model the clothing. Girls may like dressing their dolls, but I'm going to explore dressing you!"
The thought of my being Michael's living doll was amusing to me, and kind of nice too – I had never expected to hear that from a man – but Michael was unlike any other man I'd known.
We looked through some dress racks and Michael pointed out a really lovely red dress that had kind of a layered look, with ruffles along the edge. I thought about how I would look in it and grew very interested. I found one in my size and held it up to me and asked what Michael thought.
"It looks like a nice dress," he said, "but I'm having difficulty judging like that – perhaps you should try it on."
Now it was becoming clear to me – I was to entertain him with a fashion show!
I tried the dress on and returned to display myself to him. Michael smiled broadly and I asked him how I looked.
"Like a princess," he said, approaching me and kissing me, "MY princess!"
He pointed out several other dresses, each of which I modeled for him. After six dresses I selected the first red dress to buy. By now Michael was looking at some pretty bras.
"Do you like this?" he asked.
"That's a push-up bra," I said, "I've wanted one of those, but they are so expensive!"
"Don't worry about that," Michael said, "I've got you covered."
I hugged Michael and kissed him. I chose several pairs of panties after getting Michaels nod of approval and carried the clothing to the check-out. The sales woman whispered to me, "you better hang on to that one – there aren't many like him!" I smiled and agreed.
On the way home we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some items for dinner. We planned on making enchiladas, so we needed a few items. While in the store I asked Michael to select a wine, which he did, presenting me a bottle with a name I couldn't pronounce: gewurztraminer.
Seeing my puzzled look, Michael explained, "it's a German wine, pronounced like 'girls are meaner'. "
I smiled and put it in our cart. When we arrived back at my place we put the wine in the refrigerator and went the the couch, where we enjoyed each other until it was time to make dinner.
Michael was pretty handy in the kitchen and we worked well together preparing the enchiladas. We popped them in the oven, set the timer and returned to the couch, where Michael completely surprised me.
"How do you feel about marriage?" he asked.
"I would love it, if I could – if anyone would have me," I replied.
"What do you mean 'if anyone would have you'?" he shot back, "I would have you!"
"Do you really mean that?" I asked, "you're not just saying that to be nice?"
"I'm saying it because I mean it," he said, "but is does seem kind of nice."
"But you aren't proposing, are you?" I asked.
"Not yet," he said, "but we seem to be on that path."
This was getting pretty serious, so I felt I had to ask Michael a pretty tough question.
"Michael dear, I just have to know," I asked, "if I had surgery, would you still be interested in me – if I wanted GRS perhaps?"
Michael took me in his arms, and held me close, kissing me tenderly. "It is YOU that I am interested in – not your parts! Whatever surgery you have, you would still be you, and I will adjust to the alterations."
"Ok, but what if I didn't go all the way – if I didn't have a vagina – would you really be willing to marry me in that condition?" I asked.
"That would not matter to me at all," he said.
"That just sounds so wonderful," I replied, "that it is hard to believe."
"Let's not rush things," he responded, "in time you will know it is true."
The timer went off, signaling that the enchiladas were done, so we removed them from the oven and set them out to cool. "Please get the 'girls are meaner' ready, dear," I requested.
Michael uncorked the wine and poured our glasses. We sampled the wine and liked it, them Michael kissed me and said, "you taste even better."
We dished up dinner and took our plates and wine to the dinner table and had a very enjoyable meal. Things were moving fast with Michael and I was so happy, but at the same time I was afraid I would scare him off. I never had thought that I would find a man like him.
–––––––––––––––––––– Please let me know if you would like me to continue the story, and I will try to do so in a way that honors Cheryl's memory.
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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