”“Check out your anonymous text account, why don’t you?”Mom couldn’t stop her in time, as my future mother in law was reading thru the messa...es.I sat by my mother, and asked, “I love you, and I don’t need to know why you did that, but you really need to focus on your husband, and not your son!”“You seemed so enamored of Nevina and you flirt so shamelessly, I ... I was jealous of her. That’s why. Don’t hate me for this, please?”“Hating isn’t in my nature,” I said to them both. “I have April to. Ever since starting my transition six months earlier as a sissy, I hadbeen obsessed with ridding myself of the unsightly presence between mylegs. My male organs grossly disgusted me. Wearing hard gaffs toflatten my pubic area did no good. No matter how expensive or tightthey were, the presence of my male shame could still be detected.Hence, the news of the possibility of an orchiectomy was a much welcomerelief. But there was another reason why, upon diagnosis, I had decidedto schedule surgery. We arrived about the same time and anxiously walked in together. Again, we went into the office far in the back of the building. Immediately, we were all over each other. My hands were on her ass, her hands all over me. Soon she had dropped them to rub my the outside of my pants. I began kissing her neck as she started to undo my belt.After a couple of seconds she stopped and pulled away, “Just take it out”.I stepped back and undid my belt and pants and took my already hard dick out for her.She. Is this really happening? I kept thinking. I could feel her hand at the apex of my pussy, which was so wet after our conversations. I stopped for a second, startled and curious. I don’t know what got over me, but I proceeded to set my wine glass down, opening my legs wider for her. Amy took her free hand and put it to my face. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. I went into it without thinking twice. I kissed her back. Our tongues were intertwining. Her hand that was on my thigh and near my.