"So you'll take what I give you then, won't you?" I'll try" I answer."You will baby... you will."He knows that it bothers me that I can't deep throat,...even though he says it doesn't matter to him. We talked about it long before this night, and I had even suggested getting some spray to desensitize my throat. Now it would seem he doesn't feel I need it. I'm sure that I appear hesitant to him, but deep down he understands that I am wildly excited at the idea of him making me do this. I have. Portland,Oregon, is one of the rainiest cities in the United States and 1993 wasconsidered a particularly wet year. The natives like to joke that ifthe sun ever shines in Oregon, you don't tan ? you rust. I believethem. Anyway, on a very wet day I took the final step into mytransition. I was now as close to being all-woman as I could get, atleast until somebody perfects womb transplants.The operation took place on a Thursday, which at least provided a happyend to a week which started out as. This went on a while and I could feel the distance between us and she wanted to take some nude pics of her in lingerie, hell it sounded good to me. I had an old 35 mm and we did take pics but she took them to work and said she only showed her friend Kathy because she unknowingly Kathy saw them. I never believed this and so I started watching things and one day she called me at work and said she called to see what I was doing but I look back and see she was checking to make sure I was at work. I. I stopped. I must not do this. "Ohhh husband that you neglect me and leave me like this" I thought. Angry with myself for almost losing control of my feelings, I stood, stepped out of my bath and reached for my towel, taking care not to rub too sensually on those three places where I tingled with need.It was only after I'd dried myself and stood naked that I realized I hadn't brought my change of clothes inside. I slightly opened the door and saw my father-in-law glued to the TV. I knew it.