The Blooming of Shannon (part 9)
This story was inspired by an online friend in Scotland. I was there years ago and wish we could have met then. This fantasy describes what I wish could happen – I hope you enjoy it!
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It was Saturday morning so we could sleep in. We set no alarm, and awoke several hours later than on work days.
Life with Shannon was so special to me. It was difficult to say what I liked the best. For the moment, there seemed to be nothing better than waking up next to this angel.
I lay there and watched her pretty face as she slept. After a time she opened her eyes and I greeted her with, "good morning beautiful".
Shannon smiled and kissed me, and climbed on top of me, straddling my belly. She was in a very playful mood, and I could see that she was already aroused. I placed my hands upon her hips and pulled her higher. I took each of her nipples between my fingers and gently squeezed. I put my hands on her buns and urged her upward. She seemed unsure of my desire, but as her clitty came close to my mouth I opened, and she understood. She repositioned herself, with her small but firm clitty in my mouth. I returned to her nipples, squeezing them as I sucked her clitty.
Shannon responded wonderfully. I was delighted to feel the warmth of Shannon's thighs against my cheeks. I sucked her clitty with the greatest of desire and soon she yielded her girl juice to me.
After catching her breath, Shannon said, "You are full of surprises!". She bent down and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I have many more surprised for you, my dear," I responded.
We got up and had a nice breakfast. I had not yet told Shannon of the 2:00pm appointment I had made for her at the beauty shop – I wanted it to be a nice surprise. She was also unaware that I planned to take her to a theatrical performance tonight and would be buying her an elegant dress.
After breakfast we went to a dress shop I had chosen. "I've never been in a shop like this before," said Shannon, "I wouldn't even know where to wear dresses such as these."
"Trust me," I said, "tonight you will wear one of these dresses proudly."
Shannon was like a child in a candy shop as we looked at one dress after another, before she found one she wanted to try. She took it to the changing room and shortly emerged, looking like a Roman goddess. The dress fit nearly nearly perfectly, but required a little alteration. I had arranged for alterations to be done immediately, and a seamstress took careful measurements and pinned the dress in preparation of the changes.
Shannon changed back into her other clothes and handed the dress to the seamstress, who reported that the dress would be ready in about an hour. We left and went to a nearby restaurant for lunch.
"You continue to surprise me," Shannon stated.
"The day is still young," I replied, "there is much more to come."
We had a nice lunch and I told her that tonight we would be going to see a performance at the Royal Lyceum Theater. We would see an early evening performance, and then have a late dinner.
"The dress is wonderful," said Shannon, "but I'm a very plain girl for such a dress."
"Trust me," I said, "I think I have this worked out."
Shannon paused, thoughtfully, and said, "I don't know what magic you have up your sleeve, but I'll wait and see."
We finished lunch and we drove to the dress shop to get the altered dress, then on to the beauty shop, arriving about ten minutes early. We entered and I asked for Marsha, the owner. She approached and greeted us.
She looked Shannon over carefully and said, "He's already very pretty – it's difficult to believe he's a man."
"SHE isn't," I corrected, "she once was a man, but no longer. She needs to learn to do her makeup and must look her very best tonight.
She smiled and nodded with understanding, and said, "Now let's take a look at that dress."
I handed her the dress and she looked it over, commenting, "I will personally see to it that you look even more beautiful than this dress."
She led Shannon to a chair and began brushing her hair. She reached for a book and showed us a variety of hair styles, and Shannon picked one that she liked. I agreed that it looked perfect for her and Marsha picked up some clippers and began working on Shannon's hair.
Marsha turned to me and said, "You should stay in the waiting area, and let us do our work."
I reluctantly agreed and went to the waiting area. I looked through the magazines and found only women's magazines, so I just daydreamed about the lovely lady who was such an important part of my life. It seemed a very long time, but when I looked at my watch I found that a little more than an hour had passed.
In a few minutes Marsha approached me and said, "come see your lady."
I walked back with Marsha and was stunned to see Shannon in the dress, with her hair beautifully styled and wonderfully made up. Looking at her nearly took my breath away.
"Do you know just how beautiful you are?" I asked.
She looked into the mirror for the first time and gasped at the beautiful woman she had become.
Shannon's eyes filled with tears of joy. Marsha dabbed a tissue to her face and said, "Careful sweetie, or your make up will run."
Shannon smiled as she regained her composure. I paid Marsha and thanked her for her help. We drove back to my flat, where I changed into a suit. I wanted to look my best for Shannon, but knew that she was the main attraction tonight.
We drove to the Royal Lyceum Theater and entered. There were tickets waiting for us, which I retrieved. We moved to the theater area and took our seats. Shannon was so incredibly beautiful – more so than I had previously thought possible. Tonight I was accompanied by the most beautiful woman in the world. Shannon continued to smile, which further enhanced her beauty.
We watched a very impressive performance, but I only had one eye on the performance – my other was watching my lovely Shannon for the entire performance. At intermission we stretched our legs and I couldn't help but notice that both men and women all looked at Shannon and smiled at her – they also saw that she was stunningly beautiful.
We resumed our seats and enjoyed the rest of the performance. Afterward we drove to a very nice restaurant. I reviewed the wine list and asked to taste the Gewürztraminer. Shortly they returned with a bottle and opened it, pouring me a taste. I approved and glasses were poured for Shannon and I.
As we reviewed the menu Shannon asked about the strange name of the wine.
"Its a German wine, pronounced roughly like 'girls are meaner", I explained.
Shannon tasted it and replied, "I like this 'girls are meaner' wine."
We ordered a starter and then our dinner. In a short time the starter arrived, which we enjoyed together. "I really like being a woman," Shannon said, "I don't want to be a boy ever again, if you can help me make that happen."
"I will, my dear," I replied, "but still want you to give it some time. So far you have lived as a woman part time for about a week. Let's give it until the end of the semester, and then you can begin full time. After that, we can decide next steps."
"What next steps would there be?" she asked.
"Of course surgery is a one possibility, but let's leave that for last," I said.
But to begin we need to get you to see a therapist – someone knowledgeable about gender dysphoria, who can help you to transition. Once the therapist agrees, they will write you a letter to a doctor, who will prescribe hormones for you."
"Hormones?" asked Shannon, "how does that work?"
"You can take female hormones, either orally or by injection," I explained, "which will soften your skin, round your curves and grow breasts."
"Real breasts?" Shannon asked, "you mean I could grow my own? How big would they be?"
"It depends," I replied, "but roughly similar in size to the women of your family.
"That would be wonderful," said Shannon, "but what about my clitty?"
"Normally the female hormones will cause it to shrink a little," I answered, "depending upon how much testosterone you have, you might also take something to suppress it, such as spironolactone. Beyond that, there are various surgeries that you could consider, but I think the hormones alone will be a really big step."
"This is not something that you can do in a casual manner," I said, "So let's take one step at a time and enjoy the wonderful journey!"
We finished dinner and drove back to my flat. I helped Shannon undress and get into her nightie. I still had difficulty comprehending just how wonderful it was to be with such a beautiful lady!
We went to bed and soon were lost in sleep.
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