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Tex and Tamara

By: NTsarina



Author's note:

Here is a little story about a young man who has to open his mind and forget social taboos when he meets a woman who is not what she appears to be. I tried to find an editor but no one responded. 

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Tex pushed the door open to the diner and walked in. There were only a handful of people sitting at the tables and two at the bar.

"The usual," he said to the fat bar maid.

"Bacon and eggs," she called to the cook.

"How are you today Tex?"

"Fine, I guess, nothing exciting to report."

"How are your classes going?"

"I was ill the last few days, so I haven't gone."

The waitress, whose name was Dorothy moved down the counter to a young woman sitting four chairs from Tex. He gave her a once over and noted that she looked Latin and was quite pretty. There was a paper next to her coffee mug and when Dorothy moved on Tex got off his chair and walked towards the girl.

"Hi, do you mind if I borrow the paper?"

She gave him a smile and showed white teeth and curious eyes. "No, please take it."

There was no accent so she wasn't a new arrival; he thought when he walked back to his chair.

When his food arrived, he poured a lot of Tabasco over it and then wolfed it down as fast as he could. He checked his watch and then left a $10 note on the table.

Dorothy noted the young woman watching Tex as he left.

"Cute, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. What's his name?"

"Tex, but he is not from Texas. I think he is from Oregon or something like that."

"Does he come here often?"

Dorothy wiped the counter, "Pretty much every day."

"My name is Tamara, thanks for telling me, but I have to go to work. Those rich lawyers can be real assholes."

Dorothy watched the young women get up and pick a briefcase that she had left on the floor. She wasn't tall, but had beautiful long black hair, almond shaped brown eyes and her skin was the color of coffee with milk. When she walked away, she noted that she must spend a lot of time in the gym, because her legs were perfectly shaped and her black pants covered an ass that Dorothy would have given her left arm form.

Tex made it to his first class and sat down in the last row. He took out his sketch book and opened a new page. Up front the teacher was talking about depth, angles and shadows. On a table was a vase with red and white tulips. The idea was to take the flowers and draw them in a different setting. Tex began drawing and in a few minutes he had transferred the flowers to the hand of a young woman sitting at a bar counter. When he looked at his work, he realized she looked like the girl he had seen in the diner.

"That's good work Tex," said the teacher standing next to him.

"Who is she?"

"Oh, just a woman I saw today."

"She must have made an impression, since you drew her."

"I guess."

Tex Morgan had moved from Oregon to New York a year earlier. He had applied and been accepted into an Art's program where he studied drawing and painting. He didn't like water colors, but was decent in oils. His favorite was a simple pencil and then fills in the color, like a kid. His parents had always told him he had talent, but he knew he wasn't good enough to make a living out of painting. He needed a real job, but for now he was OK. 

He finished at two and went back to his small grimy apartment he rented. It only had one room and he could cook and shower at the same time. As far as the furniture he had a bed, a small table, a chair and a sofa. He seldom had people over since he preferred to go out. He had a social life and he was out most evenings until late. He didn't have a girlfriend because he didn't like to be told what to do or where to go. As far as sex, he either used his right hand or picked some girl up at a bar. He was a good looking young man. Blue eyes, sand colored blonde hair, a strong jaw and cheekbones. He was just less than six feet tall and lean. 

He picked up a bag full of dirty laundry and walked back out again. On the corner one block away from his apartment was a launderette. He stuffed all his things into one machine and started it. He then went out and crossed the street to the Diner where he had been just a few hours earlier.

"Black coffee, please."

"Coming up," said Dorothy.

There were several people around him and by the look of them; they were all workers, plumbers, electricians and so on. 

"Here you go. Oh, do you remember the young woman who was in here this morning?" said Dorothy, when she placed a mug with hot coffee in front of him.

"Yeah, what about her?"

She winked at him, and said. "I think she likes you. She asked about you at least."

"Mm, sounds interesting. She was very cute."

"You should have seen her ass. I bet she could crack a walnut with her ass cheeks."

"Dorothy, you shouldn't talk about your customers that way."

She laughed. "If I was twenty years younger, I would chase that ass from here to Canada."

Dorothy was a lesbian and Tex had once seen her with her girlfriend and the thought of the two women together naked in a bed had left Tex with nightmares. She was a wonderful woman in many ways, but god had not been kind to her when it came to her looks.

He took a serviette from a holder and wrote down his phone number. "Give this to her if she comes in again."

Dorothy smiled. "Of course I will, you lucky bastard."

"Where are those copies I asked for," the man in the dark suit asked.

Tamara opened a drawer in her desk and took out a thick block of papers and gave it to him.

"Thanks, by the way, you look stunning today."

"Thanks Mr. Gordon."

When he had left, she cleared her desk and took out her purse from another drawer. In the elevator, she was surrounded by several other paralegals that worked at the firm. She had been with it for two weeks now and she did enjoy her work. Some of the lawyers, like Mr. Gordon, could be ass holes but most of them were too busy to give her a hard time. She had even been to court a couple of times and had found it fascinating. She had decided to continue to study and take the bar exam.

Tamara lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn and when she closed the door behind her, she went to the fridge and found a big bottle of water. She drank half of it straight from the bottle. Her watch told her it was just after six in the evening and she had to hurry. She was meeting some friends for drinks at eight.

In the shower, she washed her hair and then soaped her body. She thought about jerking off, but then decided against it. Instead, she made sure her cock and balls had no hair and then turned off the water.

Standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, she gave herself a critical look. Her body was firm with C cups and an eight inch circumcised cock. Her ass was hard and round. A guy she had fucked a few years earlier had told her that her ass looked like if someone had cut a soccer ball in half and glued it to her.

She dressed in a short skirt and a polo neck sweater. She always had problems getting her cock in place and even worse when she was wearing a thong, like today. If someone could invent sexy underwear for Tgirls, he would become a millionaire, she thought. After applying some makeup she tied her hair in a pony tail and left the apartment.

When Tamara walked into the Rainbow Bar off Broadway it wasn't very full. Just a few people hanging by the bar and to the side were several tables where her two friends occupied one. The Rainbow Bar was a watering hole for the gay and Trans community. There were several other bars, but Tamara and her friends liked this one. 

"Hi girls," she said, and sat down.

"How was your day?" asked Sandra, a tall brunette in her thirties.

"Same thing, different day, but I did see a cute guy this morning."

"Tell us," said Lola, a girl in Tamara's age with blonde hair and green eyes. 

Tamara waved to the bartender and when he came over they all ordered another round. Sandra had beer and the others wine. When the drinks arrived Tamara cleared her throat. "I saw him in the diner where I have breakfast in the morning. I think he lives close by."

"Does he know?" said Sandra

"No, no, I don't even think he suspects anything. Today was the first time I talked to him."

"Last time I met a cute guy and told him I had a cock he almost punched me. Lucky me, I was faster and pushed him away," said Sandra, and took a sip from her beer.

Lola sighed. "It's so funny you know. Guys will try to pick us up, but as soon as they find out what we are, they run away. Maybe I should start any conversation with a dude with, 'I'm a transvestite, what's your name?'"

The others laughed and Tamara said, "I think Tex, that's his name, will be all right with the fact that I used to be a man. He is an artist, and they are usually pretty opened minded."

"Really, what kind? Photographer, painter?" said Lola

"Painter."

"You sure know a lot about him," added Sandra.

Tamara smiled. "The waitress in the diner is a real chatterbox, and she told me everything."

They continued talking and Lola told them about a guy she was dating one and off. He knew she was a Tgirl and Lola suspected he was with her more for the rush than actually being in love with her. The three friends had several experiences with men who wanted to be with them as a way to try something new. If the guy was nice, it always hurt when they found out his real intentions, which usually came out over a month or so. They decided to move on and go and see a movie. 

Tamara grew up in Miami and she was born Carlos Jose Lopez. When she was around nine or ten her mother caught her trying on her older sisters clothes. At first no one thought about it, but when young Carlos would show up to dinner in a skirt the parents realize something was off. After many visits to psychiatrists specializing in children they were told that their son was a young girl trapped in a boy's body. Mr. Lopes had a fit and went on a three day bender. Mrs. Lopez went to church and prayed for her son. Carlos decided to call himself Tamara, and wear make up.

The Lopez family was well off. They lived in a nice neighborhood and by the time Tamara was eighteen she drove a BMW and wore designer clothes. Her parents had finally come around, and accepted that their beloved son was a woman. After graduating, she applied to the University of Florida and got in. She studied to be a paralegal and worked for her father in his hardware store. Every penny she made she put aside for an operation. She had found a doctor who specialized in transsexuals and he had put her on estrogen and other meds. After a year Tamara was ready for her first operation. She had talked to other Tgirls she knew and to her doctor. She had decided to only do her breasts and not her cock.

When she woke up after the operation and looked down, she was horrified. The doctor calmed her and said it would take a few weeks until they had settled. A month later, Tamara went to the beach in a bikini and she was proud over her new C cups. Men would turn and stare at her. The only problem was to keep her cock in the minimal bikini bottoms.

When she graduated, she applied for a job and got it. She moved to New York and only visited Miami for the winter holidays. She had met Sandra and Lola at a party a year earlier and the three had become good friends.

Tex bought a twelve-pack of beer and walked one block back to his apartment. He turned on the TV and looked for something to watch. He settled for an old Bruce Willis movie and opened the first of his beers.

His mind wandered and settled upon the girl in the diner. There had been something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. The more he thought about it, he was sure there was something off with her and he wanted to find out what it was. By the time he was on his last beer he had formed a plan. The next time he saw her he would ask her out. She was better looking than most of his dates, but he was sure that she would say yes. When he went to bed an hour later he didn't bother to follow his usual routine with a late night jerk off. He was so sure he would get laid the following evening.

When Tamara walked into the diner the following morning Tex was already sitting by the counter with a cup of coffee. She nodded to Dorothy, and said. "Morning, bacon and eggs, please."

"Coffee?"

"Of course."

When she had sat down two chairs from Tex she turned to him. "Good morning."

"Hi, I was just thinking about you," he said.

She was surprised. "And what were you thinking?"

He got up and walked over to her, but didn't sit down. Instead, he leaned with his back against the bar and smiled at her. "I was thinking that I would take you out for dinner tonight?"

He wasn't shy, that was for sure. "Let me eat my breakfast and think about it."

Tex was a bit surprised. He had thought that it would be a simple yes or no answer.

"Yeah, OK, that sounds fair. I'll be over there waiting for your answer."

He walked back and while he did Tamara looked at his ass and it looked good in the jeans he was wearing. When he sat down she turned back to Dorothy and raised an eyebrow. Dorothy winked and smiled at her. Tamara had already decided she would turn down the invitation. It wasn't that she didn't find Tex attractive, but he was moving too fast for her taste. She would have preferred if he just had sat down next to her at the counter and talked for a while.

Half an hour later Tex looked up when he saw movement at the bar. Tamara was collecting her briefcase and then she walked over to him. "Sorry, I can't today. But if you come in tomorrow morning, we can talk about a time in the evening."

"Oh," he said a bit disappointed, and continued. "OK, same time tomorrow."

She blew him a kiss and walked out. Tex watched her walk by the window and then disappear down the street.

"Shot down on your first attempt," said Dorothy, serving him some more coffee.

"I guess so, but the battle isn't lost yet. We are meeting her tomorrow morning."

"Good for you, honey."

When he had finished his coffee he had to run to make it to his first class. He just made it before the professor turned up and closed the door.

"Class, today I will give you an assignment. How you interpret it is up to you. I want you to draw, sketch or paint something that is a duality."

The class was quiet for a while and then a man in the back said, "Can it be human or can it be a thing?"

"It can be anything you want, even abstracts."

Tex was scratching his head with his pencil. A duality, he had to give it some thought.

"Today is Wednesday, please present your work on Monday," said the professor.

The rest of the day Tex spent going from class to class, art history, modern art, and abstracts and on and on it went. He enjoyed all of his classes, but by the end of the day he was no closer to figuring out what duality he could draw. He decided to go home and sleep on it.

The following morning when Tamara walked into the diner Tex was already at his usual table and she sat down opposite him. "Hi, I only have a few minutes. At what time do you want to meet and where?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Yeah, one of the lawyers is giving a disposition in an hour and I have to get his paperwork ready for him."

"Oh, you are a paralegal, that's interesting."

"Very, we can talk about it later."

"Fine, I'll meet you outside Ralph's at eight."

She knew the restaurant. It was on the good side of casual. "OK, see you there."

When she had left Tex sat back and smiled. The night would work out just fine, but he still didn't have a clue what to draw."

"What are you wearing tonight?" asked Sandra.

She and Tamara were having lunch in a small bistro across the street from Tamara's work. "I have no idea, maybe a skirt and a blouse, something simple."

"Good idea, you don't want to show your sluty side on a first date."

Tamara giggled. "I'm not a slut."

"Well, we could argue that point, but I don't have time. Will you invite him home or go to his place?"

"I'm not sure, I have to break the news to him gently, and then see where it goes."

"I prefer to just go with them. When they see the "surprise" they have to make a decision there and then, not too much time to think."

"You are right, but I like this guy so I am going to give him a chance."

Sandra sighed. "Have you ever counted how many men you have managed to sleep with after telling them you are a Tgirl?"

Tamara took a big bite from her sandwich and thought. "No, not really, but I would not say many."

"See, the odds that this guy will sleep with you is minimal. The odds against us are huge, you know."

You are right, but I'm a positive thinker. Maybe Tex is different."

"Tex? You got to be kidding, is that his real name?"

Tamara giggled. "Yes, and I don't see what is so funny."

Sandra shook her head, and said. "I have to go, but good luck tonight."

They hugged goodbye and Tamara watched how her tall friend walked away. Several men looked after her and one even whistled. If they only knew that the tall brunette carried an eight inch cock under her mini skirt, thought Tamara.

Tex was standing outside Ralph's when Tamara walked up behind him. "This is a good start, you showed up," she said.

He turned and took a step back. She was dressed in a bone white dress that reached her feet. Over it she had a short black leather jacket. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a touch of makeup. Tex had noticed that even though many Latin women wore a lot of makeup they didn't really need it.

"I could say the same thing," he said and gave her a peck on her cheek. She smelt good.

"Let's eat, I am starving," she said, and led the way inside.

Tamara ordered a fish dish and Tex stayed with meat. They decided to share a bottle of wine. 

Tamara hated this moment, but it was something that had to be done, and she figured it was best to get it over with. Some of the Tgirls she knew did it after dinner, figuring that if the guy left at least she had had a good meal.

The wine arrived and after the waiter had moved away and left them alone in the booth, she leaned forward. "There is something I need to tell you, Tex. It is important."

Fuck, he thought. She is married or has a boyfriend. Instead, he said, "OK, what is it?"

"I'm a transvestite."

"A what?"

"Transvestite."

Tex looked at her and then laughed. "You are shitting me?"

Tamara blushed. "No, why should I?"

He looked to the left and right and then turned and looked behind him. "Is this some kind of reality show?"

She was becoming angry. "No, it's not. I just told you I am a transvestite; do you know what it is?"

"Yeah, a dude who liked to dress in women's clothes, but you don't look like a dude."

She sighed. "Well, I can guarantee I am what you call a dude, under the dress."

"Oh, oh, I see." Tex swallowed. The reality of what Tamara had told him had sunk in. He continued. "Well, I don't know what to say. Is your name Tamara or is it Teddy?"

She smiled at him. "It used to be Carlos."

"What do I call you?"

"Tamara."

He drank some of his wine and played with his napkin. There was an uncomfortable silence that Tamara eventually broke. "You have two options. One, leave and we will never talk again. Two, you stay and we have a nice dinner together, it's up to you."

Tex looked around him to see if anyone had heard their conversation. The people close by were deep in conversation, and he realized no one except he knew that the pretty young women sitting opposite him was a guy. He thought about leaving, but where should he go, home? "OK, let's have dinner, and you can tell me all about how Carlos became Tamara."

The more he heard the more he liked her. Even knowing she was born a man there was never a moment where he could see or hear her do anything manly. At one point she got up and went to the bathroom. He noticed she went to the ladies and when she came back, he said. "I suppose you use the booth?"


Tex and Tamara Ch. 02



Part 2
Natasha Tsarina

Sorry for the delay in posting this story. If you haven't read the first part I suggest you do.

A special thanks to the person who helped me with the text, you know who you are.



"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Tamara.

Tex put his arm around her in the back seat of the taxi, "Sure I am. You met my parents and now it's my turn to meet yours."

Tamara sighed and put her hand on his thigh, "It's not the same. Your parents don't know about me. All they know is that I'm your future wife, not that I am trans."

"So? All they need to know is that I love you, not what you have between your legs,"

"Will you ever tell them?"

Tex thought for a while. His parents were in their mid-sixties and lived in a small town. Life was simple and few things ever happened there. If they lived the rest of their lives without knowing that their youngest son had married a transgender woman, then so be it. They might be able to handle it, but why put them through the issue. His older brother and sister were married and lived not far from his parents. They had simple lives as farmers and mountain guides. He felt a pang of guilt, but then pushed it away.

"No, I won't. I am not ashamed of you and you know they really liked you, but I don't see the point in telling them everything, not at this stage in their lives,"

"What about when they ask for grandkids? Mike and Susie have two kids each and I bet your parents will start asking in a year or so,"

"My siblings are in a different situation. Anyway, I thought you said that you weren't ready for kids?"

Tamara nodded, "Yeah, well that was before you asked me to marry you. A lot of things have changed since then."

Over a year had passed since they first met in the Diner and after Tamara had modeled for Tex and had more or less seduced him, they had begun seeing more and more of each other. Tex was the first one to mention the word girlfriend. They had run into a woman who went to the same art class as him, and he had introduced Tamara as his girlfriend. Afterwards, she had asked if he really meant it, and he had said yes. From then on they were openly boyfriend and girlfriend to whomever they met.

The only two people who knew about Tamara's secret were her two friends Lola and Sandra, two other transgender women. When they first met Tex they were both suspicious about his intentions with their friend. Every time Tamara went to the bathroom or went for another round of drinks they would ask him as many questions as possible about what he wanted with her. He answered as honestly as he could, telling them he loved her.

One time Sandra asked, "Are you sure it's not because you love to feel her cock in your ass? That could be a good feeling now, but what happens when you get tired of it?"

Tex smiled at her, and said, "Just so you know, she has only fucked me in the ass twice since we met. Usually I'm the one doing the fucking."

"Oh, I see," said Sandra, while Lola giggled.

Since that day, they never questioned his intentions again, and instead had become very good friends.

"Here we are," said Tamara as the taxi stopped outside a white house with Spanish tiles.

"Looks nice,"

"My parents worked hard to buy it. There is a garden with a pool in the back and there are several bedrooms and bathrooms,"

As he lifted their suitcases out of the Taxi Tex asked, "Why so many rooms? I thought you just had one sister."

Tamara paid the taxi and explained, "Yeah, but they expect a lot of grandchildren."

"Oh, I guess your sister better get to work then."

She laughed and said, "She is. So far she's produced three."

There was a gate and Tamara used a couple of keys to open it and when she locked it behind them she said, "You asked for this, so be nice."

When she rang the bell the door flew open and a short, stocky woman in her late fifties looked out and exclaimed, "Ay Carlos, mi hijo!"

"Mama, you know I don't like that name."

The woman hugged Tamara and then said, "So sorry, I meant Tamara. It's so hard to get used to."

"This is my boyfriend, Tex... and this is my mother, Maria."

Tex put out his hand, and her mother looked up at him and asked, "Are you gay?"

He was so surprised he couldn't say anything, so Tamara said, "No mama, he is not gay."

"No entiendo, I don't understand. How can he not be gay, if you have... you know"

"A penis," Tamara said.

"Yes,"

Tex didn't know what to do or say. They were still standing in the doorway. He glanced at Tamara, who saw his pleading eyes.

"Mama... por favor, let us in."

"Oh, yes of course, come in, come in."

Tex was impressed by the interior of the house. In the large living room was a leather suite and expensive looking carpets. The walls were covered with Mexican art and when Maria showed them to a room he saw it had a plasma TV on the wall and what looked like a DVD player under it.

"You sleep here Tex. I have already made it up for a future grandchild. I think this room will be used by a boy,"

Before he had a chance to say anything she had ushered Tamara out and closed the door behind her. Tex sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. This... was going to be complicated, he thought.

"Look, I haven't changed a thing since you left," said Maria when she opened the door to Tamara's old room.

"Mama, I haven't been gone that long!"

"Well, two years is a long time when you're my age,"

Tamara looked around. It was the same girl's room she remembered. Barbies, teddy bears and more dolls. She wondered why her parents hadn't thrown it all away when she moved out. Maybe they really were nostalgic after all.

She put her suitcase on the bed and turned to ask her mother, "Where is dad?"

"By the pool, taking his siesta,"

Nothing had changed. As long as she could remember her father, Tony, had taken his siesta between three and five in the afternoon, winter or summer, rain or sun.

It was almost five, so Tamara turned and said, "I'll wake him up."

"You do that, he will be so happy to see you. I will look to dinner,"

On the way out Tamara knocked on the door to Tex's room and when he opened it she said, "Come on, lets meet my dad."

"I'm not sure I can,"

"Don't worry, you'll be OK," she laughed.

For some reason Tex doubted it, but followed her through the house and out onto the terrace. A few yards away was a good size swimming pool, and on the left a couple of sun lounges under a parasol. A man was lying on one of them, snoring loudly.

Tamara approached and knelt beside him, "Dad... it's Tamara, I'm home."

His eyes fluttered and then he opened them, "My dear, it's so nice to have you back."

He sat up and seeing Tex standing behind her asked, "Who might this young man be?"

"Dad, this is Tex, he's my fiancé,"

"Oh, a homosexual,"

Tex sighed, but again Tamara spoke for him, "No, Dad, he's straight, and we are going to get married."

Tony took a glass of water from a table next to the sun bed and drank almost all of it. After placing it back on the table, he looked up at Tex and asked, "You are aware that Tamara used to be a boy, and that she still has a dick?"

"Ah... well, yes sir, I am,"

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"No, I love her,"

"Then you are gay,"

"No, I'm not. I love Tamara for who she is, not for what she has between her legs,"

Tony was quiet for a while, and then stood up. He put his arm around Tex's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Have you ever had pussy?"

Tamara had heard him, and shook her head. Then she picked up the glass and followed the two men inside. Just before dinner was served Tamara's older sister showed up. She had her kids with her, but her husband was not able to come since he was working. Tex was surprised at how similar they were. Tamara could have been Lupe's twin sister. The only difference was the Lupe wore her hair short and Tamara had long hair. Tex liked her from the start. She was easy going and seemed to accept Tex without any questions. After dinner they both happened to be alone together in the kitchen doing the dishes, Lupe washing and Tex drying the plates. Tamara and her parents were discussing something in the living room and once in a while they could hear their voices.

"I'm so happy for Tamara. She deserves a guy like you,"

"Thanks Lupe. I've been wanting to ask... how was it growing up with her?"

"It was an adventure!" she laughed, "Tamara borrowed my clothes ever since the age of four or five. I remember one day when she must have been around nine and she had found my makeup. She came into the living room and looked like a clown. It was hard not to laugh, but I managed. Of course our parents were upset and sent her to her room. But by that time I was fifteen and I knew that Tamara would never be like other boys. That night I sneaked into her bedroom and showed her how to put on makeup. Since that day, we became very close, more like the sisters we should have always been."

"Your parents seem to be OK with the situation now,"

Lupe laughed again, "Yeah, to a certain extent, I would be willing to bet you must have received a bit of grief before I came."

"Well... yes, there were a few comments questioning my sexual orientation."

"Don't worry about it. They do it more for their own enjoyment, than to hurt you or Tamara. They like to wind her up, and you."

When they finished the dishes they turned off the kitchen lights and joined the others.

Maria was playing with her grandchildren and Tony was outside on the terrace smoking a cigar. Tamara nodded towards her father with her head, and Tex understood.

"Enjoying a smoke?" he said as he walked outside.

Tony looked at him, "Yes, would you like one?"

"No, no thanks, I don't smoke."

Tony puffed on his cigar, and said, "Maybe you like to wrap your lips around something thicker and meatier."

Tex was in a good mood and after Lupe's explanation smiled at the older man. "Yeah, maybe I do."

Tony took his cigar and stabbed the air with it, "You see, that's something I can respect, and understand."

Tex was confused, "What's that?"

"That you like to suck cock. That's what a gay man does, and I can respect that. What I don't understand is how a perfectly normal boy likes to wear dresses and later become a woman,"

He tapped some ashes aside and put the cigar back into his mouth. Tex wasn't sure exactly what to say to that, but gave it his best answer.

"Well, I guess all people are born different. Some like men, and some like women, and some like both."

"Yes, you like men, and not women."

Tamara came out, heard her father speaking and once again thought she should reply for Tex, "Dad, stop giving him a hard time. He'll be your son soon."

Tony laughed, and turned to Tex saying, "I got you! Sorry, I was just fucking with you. I like you Tex, you are easy going and I think you will be good for my daughter!"

After Tony left them, Tamara put her arms around Tex's neck and kissed him on the mouth. When she pulled away, she whispered, "I'll come to your room later."

He kissed her back and said, "I'll be waiting."

When Tamara finally crawled into bed next to Tex it was almost two in the morning. She had stayed up talking to Lupe after her parents had gone to bed.

"Mm, you were waiting for me?" moaned Tamara, fondling Tex's hard cock.

"Of course I was,"

"Do you have it?"

"Yes. Turn onto your side,"

Tamara turned and pushed her ass against him. I few seconds later she felt something cold against her anus, and she knew he was rubbing in the lube. She searched for him behind her back and when she found him, she guided him inside. Tex closed his eyes when his cockhead slid into her anus and he slowly began to fuck her. His hand found her tits and he began to fondle them in turn, making sure her nipples were hard.

"God, you feel good," he moaned in her ear.

"You too, honey,"

When Tex was close to coming, he moved his hand down and grabbed her cock. Using the same rhythm, he jerked her off until she squirted into his hand, while he did the same inside her. They lay in silence for a while before Tamara said, "Can I ask you a question? Please... answer it truthfully."

Tex was a bit uncomfortable with her semen in his hand and his cock still inside her ass. He could feel her muscles tighten around his shaft and he knew he would become hard again.

"Yeah, sure."

Tamara cleared her throat, and asked, "What would you say if I told you I wanted to have a vaginoplasty?"

Tex knew what she meant by now. He had heard Tamara talking to Sandra and Lola about it many times. In Tamara's case it would mean a long and difficult surgery, a complete genital reconstruction.

"Wow, I don't know. Its your body, but never think you need to do this to make me happy. I love you the way you are, cock or no cock,"

She was quiet for a while. "Are you sure? I mean, if I was to be your wife, wouldn't it be natural that I have a vagina, so we could have normal intercourse?"

"I guess, but I have had vaginal intercourse my entire adult life, until I met you, and guess what?"

"What?"

"It's not that much different from anal,"

"Oh, I didn't know. I have never been with a woman,"

"Trust me honey,"

"OK, if you say so,"

By now Tex was hard again, and Tamara felt it, "Do you want me to ride you?"

"Yeah, that would be fantastic, but um... I need to get rid of... your cum,"

"Oh god, I am so sorry! I totally forgot about it," she giggled.

She got up and walked out and a minute later she was back and handed him a towel. He cleaned his hand and then welcomed her back in bed. This time she straddled him and with a few slow strokes had him hard and inside her ass again. Tex decided to be extra nice to her, so when he had come, he signaled for her to move up on his chest and then, as slowly and gently as he could, he sucked her cock until she squirted her load over his chest. When they had cleaned up, she went back to her room and Tex turned over on his side and went to sleep.

The following morning Tex found Tamara in the kitchen with her sister and parents. They were having huevos rancheros and coffee. Maria got up to make a plate for him and served it to him before sitting back down at the table.

Tony wiped his mouth and drank some of his coffee, and then turned to Tex, "Do you two have a date for the wedding?"

Tex looked at Tamara, who answered, "Four weeks from now."

"Ay Dios mio!" her mother exclaimed, putting a hand to her chest, "That's so soon, we need at least a year to prepare!"

"Mama, we don't want a big church wedding. We are doing it in front of a judge with just you and some friends,"

"No, no, that is not correct. You have to do it in front of god."

"Please Mama, let them do what they want," said Lupe.

"I prefer something small, it will cost me less," said Tony and reached for the coffee pot.

Tamara turned to Tex, "what do you think?"

"Small is good, I like that,"

"OK, then it's settled," said Tamara and stood.

They spent the morning visiting Tamara's old friends in the neighborhood, and then went to her Uncle Rico's Taco stand where Tex had the biggest and spiciest chicken taco of his life. Tamara laughed when his face turned red and he had to beg her for water. When they got back to her parents house, it was time to pack and get ready to leave.

"So... what do you think of them?" Tamara asked while stuffing her clothes in her bag.

Tex was sitting on a chair in her room watching her skirt ride up her thigh each time she bent down, "I think they're cool, and certainly much more fun than mine."

She turned to him and giggled, "Thanks, but stop staring at my ass and help me!"

He got off the chair and did as she asked. When they were done, he carried the bag to the entrance door where Tony was waiting for them.

"I'm taking you to the airport, cocksucker," he said with a grin.

"Thanks, that's very kind of you," said Tex, grinning back at his future father.

Tony laughed, slapping him on the shoulder, "You're a good man Tex, you can take a joke, and I like that!"

Tamara, Lupe, and Maria walked up to them from the living room. They were all teary eyed, and then there was a lot of kissing and hugging before getting into Tony's pick up. The flight back to New York was uneventful, and by the time they'd landed, they were glad to be home. Tamara took a cab to her place and Tex went directly back to the art school. He hoped to catch the last two classes of the day.

In the cab Tamara sent messages to Sandra and Lola telling them she was back in town. They both asked how the trip had gone and she gave them some details. When she was done, she called the Doctor who she had been talking to about her surgery and made an appointment for the next day. She had first contacted him after Tex had proposed to her and they had met once. That time the Doctor had explained the surgery to her and suggested that she speak to her future husband before they went any further. Now she had, and felt ready to take her final step into womanhood.

"Honey, we need to meet," said Sandra, when Tamara answered her phone.

"Sure, I can be at the usual place in an hour,"

"OK, I'll call Lola, see you there,"

After she hung up Tamara went to her closet and chose a pair of jeans that showed off her ass and a sleeveless black top. She grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and her black leather jacket from the hook by the door. She chose a pair of low boots and headed out.

The sun was just setting behind the city's buildings as she walked to the subway station.

A few men coming the opposite way gave her a good once over and a smile. She thought about how life would be with Tex. She had always dreamt about owning her own house in a suburb and living a normal life with a husband, but that might not happen now. She had saved over the years, but most of her money would go for this operation, which she now felt was more important, both to her and Tex. In the end she could always save more money.

Her only concern was Tex and his future. As an artist, he would have problems making a living, and she had talked to him about it on a few occasions. He seemed not to care and take life as it came at him. She on the other hand liked to plan ahead, and look forward. She would have to talk to him about getting another job once he graduated in a few months.

"Hey, there she is," said Sandra, and stood to hug her friend.

"What are you having?" said Tamara after she had sat down.

"I'm drinking a Strawberry Martini, and Lola is having a beer,"

"Where is she?"

"In the bathroom, she should be back any minute. Did you call the Doctor?"

"Yeah, I did, and he is seeing me tomorrow,"

"Who is seeing you tomorrow?" said Lola, who sat down next to Tamara.

"She has a meeting with her Doctor tomorrow, about the operation. Will you take Tex with you?" Sandra asked.

Tamara signaled for the waiter to bring her the same as Lola and then she turned back to her friends, "I'm going to ask him tonight, but I'm sure he will."

Lola took Tamara's hand, and asked. "What does it feel like, knowing you won't have a cock in a week or so?"

"Strange... and good at the same time, I suppose. If you would have asked me a few years ago I would have said never to surgery, but meeting Tex has changed all that!"

"I'm happy for you, and I'm sure you are doing the right thing," Lola said.

They spent the next few hours talking and Tamara went into the details about their visit to her parents and how they had given Tex a hard time. When it was close to ten they left, but Tamara had hardly walked to the subway when her phone rang.

"Hi, it's Lola,"

"Hi,"

"This might be the wrong time to ask you, but I was wondering if you would like to have one last night together before your operation?"




Tex and Tamara Ch. 02



Tamara smiled and said, "Sure I would."

"I have an idea, why don't you ask Tex if he would like to join us. After all, it will be his last time too,"

She thought it over while she walked downstairs to the platform.

"OK, I'll ask him, but he'll probably say no,"

"That's fine, he can always watch,"

Tamara laughed as they finished their good byes and hung up.

Tex was hanging some water colors he had painted on his wall when his phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Hi honey. I was wondering if you could come with me to the doctor tomorrow?"

"Sure, how 'bout I meet you outside the hospital?"

"Great, and another thing. Lola wants to get together for a 'last time' before I have the surgery, and she wanted you to join us,"

Tex thought for a while. He adjusted one of the paintings and considered what he knew. Lola and Tamara had an on and off relationship in the years before he met Tamara. They were basicly 'fuck buddies'. As far as he knew Sandra didn't know about this special friendship. He only knew because Tamara told him. Lola was a good looking woman and if Tamara wanted to have one last rumble with her, Tex had nothing against it, but joining in was not something he would feel comfortable doing. He had more than enough cock with Tamara's and in any case he wasn't into it. Tex was a top and not a bottom when it came to sex.

"I have nothing against it, but don't expect me to suck her cock or let her fuck me,"

Tamara laughed, "Don't worry, she knows your tastes."

They agreed upon a time to meet the next day and hung up.

***

The following day Tex found Tamara leaning against the wall at the entrance to the hospital. She was wearing a simple yellow dress and sandals. She had a bottle of water in her hand that she sipped at nervously.

"Hi, baby. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"OK, I guess, a bit nervous, but I suppose that's normal?"

He entwined her arm in his and they went inside.

"So, Tamara you have decided?"

"Yes Dr. Carlsson, I have,"

"What do you think, Tex?"

"I think it's great. I'll totally support her in any decision she makes about this,"

"Good, well I have an opening on Monday, would that be OK?"

Tamara leaned back in her chair, and sighed, "So soon?"

"Yes, the next available date is in... two months," the Doctor said as he flipped through the pages in his calendar.

"OK, Monday it is,"

Dr. Carlsson spent the next half an hour going over the surgery and the post surgical issues she would need to know about. Tamara asked several questions and Tex did too. 

When they were back outside, they decided to go for lunch. Tex picked a Deli around the corner and while he ordered, Tamara called Lola to tell her the big news. They decided that they should get together that same evening since it was Friday. It would give Tamara two days to relax and be with Tex before Monday morning.

When she had hung up, Tex took her hands in his, "I think you are doing something very brave, and I am so proud of you. I know you are scarifying all your savings and I'm sorry I can't help you out with the cost darling."

"Don't worry, baby. I'm doing this for us, and I can always save more money for the house. But I wondered if you would seriously consider taking a normal job, just until you break through as an artist?"

Tex smiled back at her, "I'm already way ahead of you baby. I'll be starting work next Friday at an Ad agency."

Tamara almost laughed, "Oh That's fantastic, I'm so proud of you!"

When the food arrived, they ate in silence for a while and the Tamara said, "Are you ready for Lola?"

"I thought you told her I would only be watching, or maybe not even that?"

"Sure, but she can be very persuasive, you know,"

"The only cock I like is yours, and you know it!"

'Thank you, but I'm warning you, don't be surprised if she comes on to you, and if you feel like joining in, you have my blessing,"

"Thank you baby,"

***

Lola arrived promptly at seven, dressed for success. She was wearing a white mini skirt and a black top that showed off enough cleavage that Tamara had to nudge Tex when she saw he was staring. He had only met her once or twice, and only for brief moments. Now when she was standing just a few feet from him, he realized she was a very good looking woman. She was shorter than Tamara, but had a sexuality around her that would make any man want her.

Tamara had made a chicken salad and they sat down to eat. They told her about the meeting with the doctor and Lola had several questions. After they had finished eating Tamara did the dishes, leaving Lola and Tex at the table.

"Tell me Tex, will you miss her cock?"

He drank some of his wine, "Maybe, I'm not sure. After all, I fell in love with Tamara, not with her dick."

Lola nodded slowly, and said, "Good point, but still... you see, I think straight men that date or sleep with a pre-op transsexual have a secret fascination with cocks. It's like they wanted to try one, but they don't want to be with a gay man, that would be accepting they were at least bisexual or god forbid homosexual."

Tex now thought for a minute, "You have a good point, but to be homosexual or at least bisexual the guy would have to feel some kind of sexual attraction to a man. I don't, if I see a naked guy I don't get excited. When I saw Tamara naked that first time, I did. It's hard to explain, I guess."

Lola filled her glass and then poured some for Tex. She put the bottle down, and said, "What about me Tex, do I turn you on?"

Tex wasn't ready for the question, and to give him time to think he laughed. "Well Lola... you are a very good looking, and I would even say sexy, woman... but that doesn't mean I would fall in love with you."

"Mmhm, what about just fucking me?"

"I heard that," said Tamara from the kitchen.

"It's OK honey, I think Lola is trying to seduce me," Tex said.

The three of them laughed and when they stopped Lola leaned over the table, "Seriously, would you fuck me? You know Tamara wouldn't hold it against you?"

Yes, I would, thought Tex. He already had a hard on, and there was no denying that Lola turned him on. She was the slutty girlfriend type, to Tamara's 'girl next door' type.

"Yeah, I would fuck you,"

"All right! Let's get it on!" she exclaimed.

She got up and walked around the table to where Tex was sitting. She knelt before him and then opened his jeans. It took her all of three seconds to pull out his cock and begin to suck it. She was much more aggressive than Tamara and Tex liked the change of pace. Her head bobbed up and down and when she took him deep down her throat she groaned.

As Tamara came out of the kitchen and saw them, she quipped, "Wow, that was quick. I thought she would hold back until at least after the coffee!"

Tex looked up at her, "sorry, but she just... came at me."

"No problem, that's why we got together tonight after all."

Tamara took off her clothes and hung them over one of the chairs at the table. Then she knelt behind Lola and began to undress her. She pulled up the top and released her bra and when Tex saw her boobs he sighed with pleasure. They were bigger than Tamara's and had large brown nipples. While Lola kept on sucking him, Tamara reached for Lola's cock and began to stroke it.

Tex leaned forward a bit to take a look, and when he saw the size of Lola's tool he said, "That thing's huge, honey. How the hell do you take it?"

Tamara grinned up at him and replied, "With a little bit of pain and a lot of lube."

Lola stopped sucking Tex and turned around. She took Tamara's head in her between her hands and kissed her deeply. Tex watched and as they fell to the floor, he was right behind them. Lola crawled on top spreading Tamara's legs apart.

She then stopped and asked, "Will you get the lube, Tex?"

He went into Tamara's bedroom and got the tube from her night stand. When she came back, he was about to give it to Lola, but she shook her head.

"You lube me up, Tex!"

"C'mon, you know what we talked about,"

"Please, just do it, I want her inside me," Tamara whined.

Tex knelt beside them and poured some lube in his hand. Lola got on her side, and when he began to apply the liquid to her cock, she sighed, "Mm, you have strong hands."

"Thank you,"

When he was done, Lola turned so she and Tamara were in a missionary position, then ever so gently she began to push her cock inside her friend.

Tex sat on the floor watching. From where he was sitting, he could clearly see how first the big cockhead slid in, and after a few moments the rest of the thick shaft entered his girlfriend. When Lola was all the way inside Tamara she sighed and lay down on top of her. They stayed like that for a minute or so, and then Lola began to fuck her. Her rhythm was slow and she let her cock almost pop out before she slid it back in again. Tex watched in amazement how Tamara wrapped her legs around the other woman's waist and met each thrust with her own.

By now he was so hard he could hardly keep his hands off his cock. He saw the lube next to him and squeezed some out over his cock and stroked it so it glistered. When he was done, he got behind Lola and took hold of her hips. She felt his hands on her skin and looked over the shoulder and then simply said. "Go ahead, and fuck my ass."

She adjusted her position a bit, but didn't stop fucking Tamara. At first Tex had problems entering her since she was moving, but when she stopped for a second he took his opportunity, thinking she would be able to take him he rammed his cock up her ass. She moaned loudly when he began to move. 

Lola was surprisingly tighter than Tamara and as he slid in and out of her his orgasm grew faster than he had hoped. When he felt his balls contract he pulled out and let his cum fly over her ass and lower back. When Lola felt it, she grounded and began to fuck Tamara faster and it didn't take long before she let go and climaxed.

"You have a nice cock," Lola said, as she licked the cum off of his shaft.

Tamara was lying with her head on Tex's chest and Lola was between his legs. Then she looked up at him, and asked, "Would you do me the favor of letting Tamara fuck you... I would love to see it?"

"I'm not sure," Tex said.

"C'mon, be a good sport," Tamara said.

Tex thought about it and then said, "OK, fine, but only because after Monday she won't be able to do it again."

Tamara let out a shriek and got up. She lubed up and when she was ready, she knelt between his legs. Then she lifted his legs over her shoulders and moved in.

When her cockhead began knocking on his anus, Tex had to admit to himself that it felt good. He relaxed and closed his eyes. She entered him gently and let him get used to her. It took a minute or so and when she felt him relax, she began to slowly fuck him, just the way she liked it.

Tex felt something hot against his cheek and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lola kneeling beside him. Her big cock was pushing against his face and he got the message. When he took her inside his mouth, his jaws began to ache because she was so thick. He let us tongue circle her glans and to his surprise, he could take a bit more of her inside. The position was a bit uncomfortable, so Lola straddled his chest and moved forward. She didn't weigh much so he could still breathe easily.

"C'mon, take that cock, suck it, suck it," she moaned.

Tex would not admit it, but he enjoyed what was happening to him. Lola was fucking his mouth while Tamara was doing his ass and slowly jerking him off at the same time. The feeling was of intense pleasure and as Tamara began to fuck him faster he moaned and groaned as much as he could. Lola looked down at Tex and loved the way her cock slid in and out of his mouth. She closed her eyes and began to fuck him a bit faster, her orgasm growing in her balls.

Tamara was on the verge of coming when Lola did just that. She gasped a few times and then gave a couple of final thrusts with her hips. Tex swallowed fast and hard, but some cum still dribbled out from the side of his mouth and down his cheek. As Lola got off him, Tamara began to jerk him off faster while maintaining the same rhythm with her hips. When he came, Tex roared out his orgasm, and watched as he squirted three or four times over his own chest. Tamara smiled down at him and when she came, she did it deep inside him.

After taking showers they had coffee talked a little while in the kitchen. After that Tamara and Lola went to the bedroom for one last fuck. Tex, whose ass hurt, decided to watch TV. He didn't feel bad for what he had let them do to him, and if he thought hard about it, had actually enjoyed it.

***

The surgery went fine on Monday and Tamara was back home after four days. She still had some pain, but she could move around the apartment by herself. Tex, Lola or Sandra would come by a couple of times a day to make sure she was fine. Tamara had set their wedding date for three weeks later and it would be a simple ceremony, and a lunch afterwards. They invited her and his parents and some of her friends.

After the ceremony, when Tex and Tamara were alone in her apartment he slowly undressed her. When she was standing naked in front of him, he looked down where her cock had been. Now there was a pussy there. He touched it and felt its lips and the heat coming off it. He stepped closer and kissed her on the lips, and then they lay down on the bed together. When he entered her, she felt so different than from when he had fucked her in the ass. She could move around and meet his thrusts with ease and when he was deep inside her, she whispered, "What's it like?"

"Heaven," he moaned.

Tamara held him closer and giggled into his ear as she said, "If you ever want some cock, let me know. I'm sure Lola wouldn't mind helping you out."

Tex chuckled and replied, "I'm just fine with your new pussy baby, but if I ever feel the need, I'll let you know!"



Tex and Tamara



Tamara smiled at him, "yes, I do."

While she told him about growing up as a young frustrated boy and later a teenager and young man in Miami, Tex realized that she was a perfect example of duality. After ordering another bottle of wine, he said. "Could I ask you for a favor?"

"I guess."

"I have to make a drawing of something for next Monday, and the theme is duality. I just realized you are a perfect example of that. A woman in a man's body."

Tamara thought for a while and drank some wine. When she put the glass back on the table, she said. "Is it a nude?"

"It doesn't have to be."

"Do I need to show my face?"

"It would be better if you did."

"Since you were nice enough and didn't walk out of here when I told you what I am I will be your model. When do you want to start?"

"Saturday would be good. I need daylight. You could come by my place, the morning light is fantastic."

"Sure, is nine OK?"

"Perfect."

They talked a bit more over coffee and then he walked her to the subway station and then he walked the six blocks back to his apartment.

The following day after classes Tex walked to an art supply shop a few blocks from his apartment. He bought a 46" by 60" size canvas, charcoal and colors. He wasn't really comfortable with the colors, but he figured he might need them. He also bought a new sketch book and some other odds and ends he needed. The rest of the day he spent relaxing in the apartment.

Tamara's evening wasn't as relaxing. After she told Sandra over the phone about the modeling she immediately called Lola and the three got together for drinks after work.

"How did he take it?" asked Sandra.

"Pretty well, considering."

"Are you sure he is not bullshitting you about the art? It might be a way to get you into bed," said Lola.

"I think he is being straight with me. He was shocked in the beginning, but he took it better than most. Instead of running out he stayed and we had a nice evening."

They ordered another round of tequila shots and beers. When they had drunk the shots Lola leaned in. "The question is, what happens next?"

"Good point. What are you going to do, Tamara? Where does it go from here?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I just have to play it out as it happens. I like the guy; he is nice, educated, and good looking. If he decides to move on, I mean, past being friends, I am cool with that, but it has to be his decision."

"Amen to that," said Lola, and lifted her glass.

"You are a very intelligent girl Tamara," said Sandra.

"Stop with the flattering. I want cock, and if I can get some of Tex's, I'll be a happy woman."

They all laughed and ordered another round.

Tex was on his second cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. It was just before nine on Saturday morning and it was a beautiful day with the sun shining and warm temperatures. He was dressed in a pair of jeans full of paint stains and an equally messy t shirt. When he opened the door, he found Tamara standing outside with a paper bag in her hand.

"I brought doughnuts," she said, when she walked past him.

"How thoughtful of you. As they say, artists are always broke and starving."

She looked around the cramped apartment and saw the big canvas on an easel. "Wow, you have gone all in I see."

"I will make a smaller sketch first and then pain a big version of it. Come, let's get you ready. If you want to change you can use the bathroom, it's over there."

"I didn't really know what you expected, so I just brought the clothes I am wearing."

"Oh," he looked at her blue jeans and flannel shirt. It looked good on her, but wouldn't translate what he wanted onto the canvas. He smiled at her and continued. "No problem, we will do the sketch with those clothes and then I just have to work around it."

He had her stand by the open window and a breeze made her hair move. He did several different sketches and after an hour Tamara sighed. "Can I sit for a while; my legs are beginning to shake."

"Sure, let's take a break. I'll make some coffee and we can eat the doughnuts."

While Tex was busy in the kitchen Tamara picked up the sketches and sat down at the table. He had done a wonderful job with her face, she thought, but the rest was plain wrong.

When he came back with the coffees and the doughnuts on a tray she said. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel this is me. You haven't really captured the duality I live."

He leaned forward, looking at the papers. "What do you mean?"

She pointed. "See how you have two me's. On the right side is the male Tamara and on the left the female Tamara. Up front is the union of them both. I have to say that a big part of this is my fault. My clothes are wrong, I should be naked."

Tex chewed on his doughnut, and then said. "Yeah, OK, I can see that. Your clothes are neutral, not female or male."

"Exactly, the viewer has to see my transformation from man to woman."

"Cool, I think that is an excellent point."

They enjoyed the coffee and made small talk for a while. Then Tamara got up and went to the bathroom. Tex didn't think much about it and got a new sheet of paper. When the bathroom door opened he looked up. "What the fuck!"

Tamara looked down at her naked body. "What's wrong?"

"Dude, you got a cock, a big fucking cock." Tex actually took a step backwards.

"Yeah, I am a transvestite, did you forget already?"

Tex sat down on a chair and looked away, but his eyes were drawn back to her. Her body was perfect, round, full boobs high on her chest, a flat stomach, rounded hips and shapely legs, but in the middle of everything hung a big circumcised dick, and that didn't really fit the picture, so to say.

He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry; I am not being professional here. Please come over here and stand where you stood before."

When she walked past him, he involuntarily stepped out of her way. "I don't bite and neither will he," she said, and pointed at her dick.

"Let's just continue."

Tex did his best not to stare, but it was hard work. It took him several sheets and many mistakes before the shock had worn off and he could concentrate fully on what he was doing. When he thought he had gotten it right, he walked up to Tamara and from as far away as possible gave her the sheet of paper. "What do you think?"

She smiled at him and looked at his work. "This is good, this is very good. But why am I standing in profile?"

"Well, I thought your, you know, thing, shouldn't be the focus point. Your face is much better."

"Bullshit. The only thing that physically separates from a real woman is my dick. It has to be shown, or the entire duality thing loses its point. Look, you got me as a teenage woman and boy and then those two merge into the present me, it's great, but you can't hide the reality, and the reality is, I have a cock and boobs." She handed the sheet back to him.

"So, I will draw it again?"

"Yes, but not today. It's already late and I have other things to do. I'll come back tomorrow at the same time. Try to get your head on straight, OK. I am what I am, and I'm not hiding it, and you shouldn't try to hide from it."

Tex nodded, and felt like a schoolboy being told off by a teacher. He went to the kitchen and washed his hands and when he turned around Tamara was dressed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Tex, and try to get over it."

"I promise. Thanks for helping me out."

That evening Tex bought a twelve pack of beer and sat on his sofa pondering sexuality. He felt like an asshole for acting the way he did. He was in his late twenties and saw himself and an open minded man. The reality was that he had been shocked and disgusted at first. He really respected Tamara for taking his reaction the way she did, and she did have a very good point when she told him his drawing was wrong. At first he hadn't wanted to accept it, but after six beers he did. He had to draw her thing to make the painting whole.

Tamara met with Lola and Sandra for drinks and when she told them about Tex reaction they laughed.

"I'm not surprised he acted that way. It's more surprising that he didn't kick you out and you have to respect him for that," said Lola.

"I agree. He is a professional artist. He continued to work even though he felt the way he did. You should give him a blowjob as a present."

They laughed some more and then, Tamara said. "I wouldn't mind, but I think he would."

"That's his loss," said Sandra.

They spent a few more hours talking and drinking and when they said goodbye, Lola whispered in Tamara's ear, "Your place or mine?"

"Yours, it's closer to Tex's."

The three friends went their different ways, but after an hour Tamara rang on Lola's doorbell and when she opened, she said. "I'm so horny."

They were naked before Lola had closed the door and when they were on her king size bed and Lola was sucking Tamara's cock, Tamara said. "God, I need this."

When she was almost coming, she pushed Lola away and got the lube from the bedside table. She had been in Lola's bed many times during the last year. Sandra didn't know about their sexual friendship.

Lola put her legs up on Tamara's shoulders and when she felt her cock pushing against her anus, she closed her eyes and relaxed. As the cock opened her up and penetrated her, she moaned. "Mm, I love this."

Tamara looked down at her friend and slowly fucked her in the ass. After a few minutes when she was close to coming, she took Lola's cock in her hand and jerked her off to the same rhythm she was fucking her.

When they both had come, they fell asleep in each others arms. 

Tamara knocked on Tex's door the following morning dressed in a long skirt and a blouse she had borrowed from Lola.

"Good morning, ready to go to work?" she said.

Tex smiled at her. "Yes, and again, I am sorry for yesterday."

She walked in and let her fingers touch his cheek. "No problem."

"Do you want to use the bathroom?"

"No, you have already seen me naked, so I'll just take my clothes off right here, if you don't mind."

"Of course not," he said, and turned around.

Tamara smiled when he did. Poor thing, he is still embarrassed, she thought. When she was naked she went to the place where she had stood the previous day. Tex was fiddling with his sheets and after a few minutes he looked up at her.

"Ready?" he said.

"Yes."

"I'll make a few sketches and then we can have a look at them together and chose the one we like the best. Then I'll transfer it onto the canvas and we are done."

She put on a puppy face. "Why? Can't I stay and watch you work?"

"I guess, but you might find it boring. It will take several hours the whole process."

"I have nothing more important to do."

"As you wish, my dear," he said, and smiled.

Tex worked fast and after just an hour he had several versions ready and when he told her to come and have a look she walked over to where he was standing.

"Let's have a look," she said, when he stepped aside.

He handed her them one at the time and she nodded her head. "Yes, this is much better. I'm so glad you have overcome the dick issue."

Tex laughed. "Yeah, it took me the night and twelve beers."

She gave him a sideways look. "Why? You have one, a dick a mean."

"Let's concentrate on the work at hand and talk about the difference between mine and yours later."

"OK. I like this one. It brings out my internal struggle as a teenager, I think."

Tex took the sheet from her and looked closely at it. He didn't think much when he drew. He let his emotions take over and went with whatever his hand wanted. The sketch he was holding was similar to the others. There were two teenagers in the background, one girl and one boy. At the front was Tamara, naked, looking straight at the viewer. The difference was the expression on the two in the back. It was frustration, anger and maybe a little self-hatred in the boy's eyes.

"I think you are right, so we agree?"

"Yes. Do you have something to drink?"

"There should be coffee and tea in the cupboard and there is juice and water in the fridge."

It wasn't until now that he realized Tamara had stood naked just a foot from him. He had been so into his work he hadn't thought about it. He glanced down at her cock dangling between her legs and then he realized, she had hardly any balls. He looked away before she had seen him, and took the sheet over to the canvas.

Tamara looked through the cupboard and then the fridge. On the top shelf she found a couple of bottles of wine and took one out. It was only eleven in the morning, but she thought it would be OK.

"Do you mind if I open a bottle of wine?" she called.

"Go ahead; it's only cheap stuff anyway. I keep my wine collection in a safe in the basement."

"Really?" she said, when she walked into the living room with a glass.

"Just kidding, that's all I got."

She sat down on the sofa, still naked and watched him work. He was very delicate and precise in his movements. He worked for a long time on the faces of the teenagers before he stepped back.

"What do you think?"

Tamara had finished the first bottle and had opened a second. "It looks fantastic. Make sure you get my cock right, I'm proud of it."

Tex heard that her speech was a bit slurred, and figured she was slowly getting drunk. Without turning around, he said. "If you don't mind me asking, but what happened to your nut sack?"

Tamara took a sip from her drink. "The hormones. It shrivels them up, and I can never have kids."

Tex turned around. "Wow, that's fucked up."

"Not really, I don't think I would make a very good parent anyway. I like to go out and I'm saving for a round the world backpacking trip."

"How old are you?"

"What do you think?" she said and stood.

Tex took in the firm breasts the shapely legs and when she did a slow spin her ass looked like it could crack a walnut.

"Twenty two or twenty three?"

"Thanks, I'll be twenty nine in December."

"Amazing."

"Not really, healthy eating, I go to the gym a couple of times a week and my tits are fake."

"Still, I think you look great."

She smiled at him and sat down again. When she did, she spread her legs a little and Tex's eyes were drawn to her cock.

"Do you like it too?" she said and pointed at it.

The wine had gone to her head and she was becoming horny. She usually did when she had a bit to drink. 

Tex watched as her cock slowly grew in length and girth. Holy shit, she is getting a hard on, he thought and turned around, back to his work.

"Don't be shy, you can look."

"Sorry, Tamara. I'm not into dicks, and I have to get back to the painting.

"Boring, you need to open your mind to new experiences. I know plenty of men who thought like you, but then, they changed their minds."

Tex wasn't interested in other men, and thought about asking her to leave. In the end he didn't, there was something about her that he liked. Her openness, the way she looked at him, and most of all, her body, apart from the thing.

Two hours later Tex decided to take a break. Tamara hadn't said anything in a while and when he turned around, she was lying on the sofa sleeping. He found a quilt and covered her up. He stepped back and looked at his work. The painting was coming together fine, he thought. He had finished the outlines and had even had time to work with some of the colors. The teenagers in the back had been painted and so had the background around them. He had chosen a simple room to put them in. It looked like the younger versions had just gotten up from sitting around a table, and the grown up Tamara was standing naked in a doorway. He was happy with his work and decided it was time to eat something. He took his jacket and went out to get some food for them.

When he came back Tamara was still sleeping and he went back to work. As the sun set Tex worked on the faces with colors and the furniture in the room. By the time he was finished it was almost nine at night and the sun was gone. He turned on several lamps he used for lightning and gave his work a critical look. He was pleased with it, and he hoped the professor would be too. He had managed to transfer the facial expressions from the sketches to the canvas and the eyes were impressive.

"Hey, that looks fantastic, Tex."

He turned around. Tamara was sitting on the sofa rubbing her eyes. "Did you have a good nap?" he asked.

"Yes, I did."

She got up and walked closer to the canvas. Tex noted that she had a semi hard on and stepped away.

"Don't touch the paint, it's not dry yet," he said.

She peered at her own face and then that of herself as a teenager. Then she turned to him. "I think you have done a fine job, Tex. Especially with the expressions. I remember how hard it was to try to be something I wasn't, so I would fit in. I tried to please my parents and society, be the little Carlos that played soccer and went fishing with his friends, but I couldn't. I wanted to do my hair, play with dolls and later, gossip with the other girls in the schoolyard."

A tear ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry; it's just so hard to remember how it was."

Tex put his hand on her shoulder. "It's OK."

Without thinking about it, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, thank you."

Tex liked the way she felt, she was warm, and he could feel her boobs against his chest, but then he felt something else, and it was pushing against his leg. He let go and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" she said.

"Sorry, your dick rubbed against my leg."

"Oh, don't be such a pussy. I wasn't trying to rape you, I just needed a hug. Come here," she said and opened her arms.

He hesitated, looking from her cock up to her boobs and face. They won the battle and he hugged her again. When he tried to pull free she found his lips with hers and pressed them against his. First, he tried to pull away, but she held him tight. Her hands moved up and down his back and her tongue licked his lips. Tentatively, he parted his own a little and she slipped inside. He opened some more and suddenly their tongues were dancing around each other, he held her closer and when he felt her cock again, he froze.

"Relax, I won't hurt you," she whispered in his ear.

"Uh-hu."

"Close your eyes."

He did what she asked and he felt how she opened his pants and stuck her hand down his boxers. 

"Oh, what do we have here?"

Tex didn't answer, he was too nervous. One part of him told him to run, and the other who wanted to have sex, said, who cares, a blow job is a blow job, and no one will ever know.

When she pulled his cock out and he felt her warm tongue tickle his cockhead with a few licks, he sighed.

"Feels good doesn't it," she purred.

"Yeah, it does."

When she took him all the way inside, he felt his legs shake and he tried to sit down on the sofa. Tamara let him, but as soon as he was sitting, she got between his legs and looked up at him, while licking his shaft.

"God, you look good," Tex moaned.

"And you taste good."

"Please don't tell anyone about this."

She took her cock out. "Who would I tell? I don't know your friends. The only person we know is Dorothy, and I'm sure she would be thrilled if she knew I was doing this to you. She took him between her lips and let her tongue run around his glans and when he let out a moan she deep-throated him a few times.

Tex was coming close to erupting and he decided to be a good sport and tell her. "Tamara, I'm almost there, OK."

Licking his shaft, she gave him a mischievous look, and said. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Tex's eyes went wide. "Like, in your ass?"

"Yeah, I don't have a pussy."

"I don't know."

She was slowly stroking his cock while they talked and from where he was sitting Tex could only see her face and tits. If he wouldn't have now better she looked amazing knelling in front of him. He wanted to, but he knew he wasn't gay. The thoughts and feelings in his brain crashed and tumbled over each other. He was confused, his feelings were in turmoil. One part of him wanted to turn her around and ram his cock as far inside as he could, another told him he was gay if he did.




Tex and Tamara



Tamara could see the frustration in his eyes. She had seen it many times before. "Listen to me Tex. I want you, and if you do it to me from behind, it will be easier, since you won't see my cock."

He sighed, and said. "OK, but I haven't got any lube."

She got up and went to the kitchen and when she came back, she had a small bottle in her hand. She read the label, "Extra Virgin olive oil. This will do, even though I'm not a virgin."

Before he had a chance to say anything she was back on her knees and had poured some oil in her hand. She rubbed his cock with it and then used one hand and a finger to spread some on and inside her anus. When she was done, she simply turned around and gave him a front seat view of her perfectly round ass.

"There it is, Tex. I want you to fuck me, right now."

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He kept them closed until he was kneeling behind her and when he opened them, she was looking at him over her shoulder. "I will help you."

He felt her hand on his cock and how she guided him to her anus. When his cockhead pressed against it, she said. "Just push, I can handle it."

Tex put his hands on her hips and gently pressed against her, nothing happened. He tried again, and it didn't change a thing.

"C'mon, harder," said Tamara.

"Are you sure it won't hurt you?"

"It will sting a bit when your head penetrates, but then it's OK."

He did what she said and pressed harder, and kept on pressing. Suddenly he felt how she opened and his cockhead began to slide in. Once it was inside it was like fucking a pussy, but much tighter.

"Oh, wow, Tamara, this feels so good."

"Mm, you have a good cock, Tex."

She loved how he felt inside her. He made long slow thrusts and it didn't take long before his constant movement over her prostate generated a steady stream of pre cum. She used it to lube her own cock and while Tex was fucking her she slowly jerked herself.

The tightness and the entire experience made Tex not last very long. He felt his balls contract and he moaned. "I'm almost there."

Tamara moved away from him, and his cock slipped out.

"What did you do that for?" complained Tex.

Tamara rolled onto her back and lay on the floor looking up at him. Her cock was hard and hovered an inch above her flat tummy. Her cockhead was dark red and Tex could see it was wet from pre cum.

"Did you like my ass?" she said.

"Of course I did, it so tight."

"Mm, so I can assume you want to blow your load inside me?"

Tex felt a bit uncomfortable and his cock came down a little. "Yeah, I guess."

"I like it, but I want you to do me a favor first."

"Uh-hu, and what's that."

Tamara took her cock in her hand and grinned at him. "I want you to touch me."

"Oh, C'mon, you know I don't want to." Tex hard on was gone, and his cock hung limp between his legs.

"Why not? It's no different that touching your own."

"Yes, it is, you said it yourself. It's my cock I would be touching not yours."

She gave him a look and said. "Semantics, one cock is the same as another. And just to make sure you understand. If you touch me, that doesn't make you gay, OK."

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't, and I'll tell you why. To be gay, you have to have some kind of emotional attraction to a man, and as far as I know, I'm not a normal man, and second, I don't think you are in love with me. We are just two friends blowing off some steam, so to say."

"Very funny. The only one who has been blowing is you."

"Yes, for now, but never say never. You might like it."

Tex sighed. He wanted to get dressed and get Tamara out. "I doubt it."

She got up and crawled like a cat over to where he was sitting and when she touched his limp cock, he pulled back, but didn't get far. She had a good grip on him.

"Let go."

"No, I want you to tell me. Do you think I am sexy?"

"OK, fine, you are sexy."

"Are you horny?"

"I was."

"Do you like to have sex?"

"Of course."

She let go of him and sat back. "Then touch me, and I'll guarantee you, I will give you the best orgasm you have ever had, and you will call me to have me give you another."

Tex was having his own duality problem. One part said yes, the other screamed no. He wished he had had some of the wine earlier, but it was too late now. He thought about what Tamara had just said, about being horny. He was horny, and he wanted to come, but touching another man's cock, even though it was attached to a beautiful woman, was not his idea of pleasure. 

"C'mon Tex, it's not so bad once you start."

Tex looked at Tamara, who was half sitting half lying on the floor, supporting herself with her elbows. Her legs were spread wide and her semi hard cock was lying against her flat tummy. His eyes moved up to her boobs and then to her face. She smiled at him, and blew him a kiss. "Tex, you will like it."

"OK, but I will only touch it, OK. Nothing else."

"Yeah, that is cool."

Tex moved so he was sitting between her legs and looked down at the cock. "So, how do I do this?"

"Like you jerk yourself off, there is no science to it. I work the same way you do."

It was smooth and hot when he took it in his hand, and it hardened incredibly fast as soon as he had taken hold of it. Its head turned a dark red and veins protruded on either side of the shaft. Tex swallowed and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see what he was doing. Then he began to jerk Tamara off.

"Slower, much slower or I will come too fast," she moaned.

I wouldn't mind that, thought Tex. Then it would all be over. His own cock was limp between his legs and he was happy for that. At least he didn't get a hard on while jerking another cock.

Tamara moaned again, and her fingers began to pinch her nipples and then her hands massaged her boobs. Tex opened his eyes and looked down at her. She had pulled her legs further up against her chest and she was pressing her boobs together with her arms. Her tongue came out and licked her lips and then she bit the lower one.

Tex couldn't take her eyes off her. She looked so hot and horny and that's when it happened. No, no, he thought, but it was too late. His cock woke up and grew between his legs until it was hard and ready.

"Oh, just look at that," said Tamara.

"What?"

"Shh, you keep on jerking and let me take care of you. Scoot up a little."

Tex was horny and couldn't help himself. The one part of him that had said, no, had lost the battle. He moved up and Tamara found his cock with her hand. When she wrapped her fingers around it Tex closed his eyes and thought, fuck it. No one will ever know I got jerked off by a Tgirl and that she did me.

Tamara loved the feeling of Tex in her hand. She let her thumb play with his cockhead and it didn't take long before her thumb was wet from pre cum. He was moaning loudly and she could feel his balls contract. She stopped.

"Please, let me come," begged Tex, letting go of Tamara cock.

"I will, but only If I get to fuck you first."

"No way, that's not going to happen."

"Why not, I'll be gentle and it will be a new experience for you."

"You are not sticking your cock up my ass. I think it's better if you leave now."

"Wait, what if I only use my finger. All I have to do is massage your prostate and you will beg me for more."

Tex looked at her. He had heard that having your prostate massage while being jerked off or sucked made for a fantastic orgasm. He could do that, and then she might leave.

"OK," he said.

"Come and lie down and give me that pillow," she said, pointing at the one on the sofa.

When Tex was lying on the floor, she pushed the pillow in under his hips and knelt between his legs. His cock was limp again, but Tamara's was strong as ever. When Tex saw her shaft sticking up close to his anus, he swallowed and wondered if he could trust her.

"I'll will lube my middle finger with some of the oil and slide it in you. It won't hurt, but it might feel strange."

"Uh-hu," said Tex, still watching the cockhead close to his ass.

She made sure her fingers was lubed and then slid her hand between his legs and located his anus. With a constant pressure he opened up in a couple of second and she slid in a few inches. She located the walnut size button and when she ran her finger over it Tex responded as she had thought.

"Fuck me, what was that?" he said, and looked down at his now hard cock.

"Your prostate. It feels good, doesn't it?"

He couldn't lie to her, she would know. "Yeah, it does, actually."

Tamara continued to massage his spot and kept an eye on his cock. Suddenly a drop was visible on the tip and she smiled. She took him in her hand and began pumping his shaft. Starting from the base moving up, and for each time more and more liquid came out.

"Holy shit, I have never seen anything like it," said Tex, watching his own cock.

"Tex, I will slide my cock inside you now, are you ready?"

He had never been hornier in his life. He felt like he was to explode, but the normal feeling of an orgasm wasn't there. It was something else that wanted to explode out of his shaft. He hardly heard what she had said, but whatever it was wasn't important. What was important was that she didn't stop whatever she was doing with her finger, it felt so good, he thought. "Whatever," he moaned, when she pushed out another glob of pre cum that ran down his shaft.

He felt some movement and then her finger slid out. "Hey, don't stop," was all he had time to say before she pushed into him. "Oh God, that hurts, stop." He said.

Tamara took his cock in her hand and began to jerk him like normal. Her cock was halfway inside him and she let it rest there. "Calm down, Tex. In a minute you won't feel pain, just pleasure."

She must be lying, there was a dull ache in his anus, and he felt that he was going to be ripped apart. He tried do relax and breath normal, and to his surprise between Tamara playing with his cock and he relaxing, the ache slowly went away. "Wow, you were right, it doesn't hurt so much."

"Good, now I will fuck you slowly, you just close your eyes and let me take care of you," purred Tamara.

Tex had his eyes closed and his head was on the hard floor. For every thrust Tamara did his body would move a little. He didn't understand how he had ended up on his own floor being fucked in the ass by a transvestite. He had wanted to fuck her, and then she had told him she was a transvestite. It had shocked him, but she was nice and very beautiful. He had asked her to model for him and she had done that. Then one thing turned into another, and he had fucked Tamara in the ass, and now, she was doing him. Was he gay? No, he knew that much. Bisexual maybe, no, not really, he thought. What the fuck was he? In the middle of his thoughts Tamara let go of his cock and spread his legs wider and pushed them up against his chest. Using her hands, she showed him what to do, and he understood. He wrapped his legs around her waist and she lay down on top of him.

"How does it feel," she whispered in his ear.

She was moving slowly now, her cock hardly moving an inch back and forth. 

"Good, but very strange."

"I know what you are thinking, that you are gay or bi, or some other mix of the two. You are not, trust me. I don't like gay men or bisexual men. I like straight men, and what I love is to seduce them. I think I have managed to do that to you."

The pleasure was so intense now, that Tex's legs were trembling. "I guess you did."

She moved and he let go of her waist. Then she scooted up real close to him. She grabbed his cock and began to jerk it off faster than before. "Let's come together," she said, and bit her lip.

Her hand moved up and down his shaft and she was fucking him at the same time. With a few gasps Tamara shot her load over his stomach and jest, the hot liquid dropping down on to his skin. The orgasm, when it came, was something Tex had never experienced before. He thought of himself to squirt a normal amount of cum, but what came out of his cockhead was like nothing he had ever seen. Instead of the usual two or three squirts, he felt five strong squirts and some of it landed on his own face. His body convulsed and he knew he roared when Tamara gave him one last thrust and pulled out. She didn't stop jerking him off, but continued a minute longer. 

When it was over they lay on the floor and Tex tried to get control of his body again. His ass felt wide open, his cock was still rock hard and his balls ached a little.

Tamara turned to him, and took his hand and placed it on her boob. "Have you ever felt something like that before?"

Tex didn't answer, he just shook his head.

"I told you, you would like it." 

She found his cock with her hand and stroked it a few times. Then she moved and Tex felt her soft tongue clean his cockhead and shaft. When she was pleased with her work she got up and looked for her clothes. "I have to go, call me sometime."

Tex just waved at her, and when he heard the door shut, he sighed and closed his eyes.

The next morning Tex woke up in his bed and wondered how he had gotten there, he must have been exhausted because he couldn't remember. He lay there for a while and thought about what had happened. His ass hurt a little, and his cock head too. He would never tell anyone about the previous night, that was for sure. He got up and saw that he had to be in class in an hour. After showering and having breakfast, he wrapped the canvas in paper and left.

"I must say Tex; you have done an excellent job. One can feel the pain the person has gone through," said the professor inspecting the painting.

"Thank you."

"Who is the model?"

Tex cleared his throat, "A friend of a friend."

"Oh, you must have interesting friends, Tex. Not many people know transvestites, and even less would think of using one for this project. I can't get over how penetrating her eyes are."

Tex almost giggled, if the Prof only knew what else Tamara could penetrate with.

When he left school and walked along the street to his apartment his cell phone buzzed. He looked at the screen and there was a message from Tamara asking him how it had gone with the project. He answered her that the professor had liked it. He put his phone back thinking that it was the end of the conversation, but then it buzzed again. He looked at the screen and then he smiled:

Let's celebrate. I have some water based lube. I will be at your place in thirty minutes. Tamara xxoo 

He grinned like a crazy person and hurried on home.