She's horny all the time, and so am I.And we're both so excited about it. We're laughing more, we'resupportive more, and we're both in a better place...mood-wise. She lovesher new re-invigorated bisexual life, and so..." he kissed me, lips only,"...do..." he kissed me again, lips only, "...I."I was amazed that he was as cool as he was with it, considering how majora change it had made to his life. Still, I reasoned, he really doesobviously love it, since he'd fucked me to the edge of existence. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He was taking a hell of a gamble here; he was risking his freedom and perhaps his life for a girl he met three days ago. He loved her, in all the ways he could possibly imagine, but he’d know enough stories of romance that didn’t last. He was betting everything that she was worth it.He knew she was worth it, and that was the best kind of bet. The bet where you know that the odds are stacked in your favor because what you are betting on is worth the. Did I really mean that? Was I thanking thiswoman for what she had done to me? A normal heterosexual man thanking alesbian for turning him into a woman and I was thanking her foraccessorising the woman she was turning me into?I had to face facts.I might have been a normal heterosexual man but I wasn't anymore. Notnormal, not a man, not any more, not dressed like this.What had she bought me?Wow a designer handbag! That must have set her back. Before I knewwhat I was doing I had kissed her on. Next was to get clothes. i went to Macy's and bought a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that fit me. then i ran into the restroom and grabbed my new clothes out of their bags. i pulled off my old shirt and shorts. i slid the panties up to my waist, they felt comfy and i didn't feel like i was going commando anymore. the bra was harder to get on some trial and error and i got it on thanks to the internet. next i pulled the jeans up. they were tight around my thighs then i pulled my t-shirt over.