I walked over to the bed and looked down at her, “Are you sure?” She dropped her head and looked at the floor, “Yes, please. Rita told me about ...our last mission and I knew then I wanted to be close to you. May I please see your scars?” I stood for a moment, longer than I would have ever imagined. I slowly untied the sweat pants, pulled them down to my knees and watched as she looked down at my legs and belly. I look as though I had been in a sword fight. She reaches up and traces the scars on. I decided this was OK. I put on my empty bra and, asinstructed, a suspender-belt and tan stockings. I chose pink knickers -my favourite colour. Then I put on my male outer clothes.At the office all seemed normal at first. Then Rose came and sat next tome. Her hand checked for the presence of a bra-strap, and then stroked mythigh to feel the outline of a suspender clasp. "Good girl," she saidquietly. "And pretty knickers, too, I hope!" I nodded. She gave anenquiring look. "Pink," I said. She. I told her I would reserve judgment, but I liked talking to her when we first met, and anyone can have a bad day.Well, that bad day was not a normal occurrence. We started dating and about a year later Connie got the job at the bank. I treated her to a good dinner at a local very good restaurant. At dinner, I asked her to marry me and she said yes.We were married at a local park by one of Connie’s friends. She was a preacher at a local church. It was a wonderful day, sunny and warm. The. It was almost a two hand job but I managed with just one. I then decided to take it the next step and I took his cock in my hand. He pulled his hand away but this time I did not react. For the first time ever I had another man’s cock in my hand. It felt awkward to stroke it since it felt completely different than mine and the angles were weird but I managed. I finally found somewhat of a groove and I began to get a good rhythm stroking his cock. I could tell that he was enjoying it as his hips.