Soo.... What do YOU want me to write today?
Taking prompts again... on a general theme of gender, sexuality, and how they go funky.
I'll write at least 150 words on everything I get between now and this time tomorrow. And, as always, tipping guarantees more wordage - and helps me buy the lovely giraffe carpet. For more information, my Donor landing page is here ( and on LJ)
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I'll write at least 150 words on everything I get between now and this time tomorrow. And, as always, tipping guarantees more wordage - and helps me buy the lovely giraffe carpet. For more information, my Donor landing page is here ( and on LJ)
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We had been dating - and fucking - for two months when George told me he was a girl.
One of our friends was going through the transition, male to female, and so my thoughts immediately went there, full, post-op. We were naked at the time, so I took ahold of the organ in question. "George..." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to be supportive. But... not having words, I kissed him.
She kissed me back. "I don't really want to go through the surgery," she admitted. Even her voice was shifting. younger, more kittenish. Not quite a caricature, thank god. "I don't know if I can handle being ostracized in yet another way. But here, in bed with you, alone with our friends..."
"Honey..." I didn't want to admit how relieved I was to not give up her cock. "If you want to be a girl, I'm not going to stop you." I smirked at her, needing to lighten the mood. "Heck, maybe you can teach me to put on makeup."
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