Lee and Leanne were twins, but as a young baby, Leanne dies, leaving her twin with the firm belief that part of her remained with him for always.

As Lee grew in an unhappy home, struggling with a gender identity problem, events occurred that enabled Leanne to come alive again, in more ways than one.

Leanne got a job in a classy cocktail bar, called Badger's, that turned away hundreds for every one that was accepted.

She was a unique girl...

in more ways than one!

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The Legal Stuff: Badger's Set  © 2009,2010 Tanya Allan
 
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This work is fictitious, and any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. Mention is made of persons in public life only for the purposes of realism, and for that reason alone. Certain licence is taken in respect of medical procedures, terms and conditions, and the author does not claim to be the fount of all knowledge.
 
The author accepts the right of the individual to hold his/her (or whatever) own political, religious and social views, and there is no intention to deliberately offend anyone. If you wish to take offence, that is your problem.
 
This is only a story, and it contains adult material, which includes sex and intimate descriptive details pertaining to genitalia. If this is likely to offend, then don’t read it.
 
Please enjoy.
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Chapter 5
 
 
Life was good for a month. I moved into the back bedroom of Adam’s Aunt Mary’s house.

I had a picture of a tall angular woman, who wore tweeds and a severe expression of distant disapproval.

Instead, I met a small round woman of around fifty, with a bubbly personality, a lovely laugh and a unique dress sense. She liked dark maroon and black, and in the dark-ages she’d have been chucked into local ponds, or given a good roasting!

I was surprised that she’d retired so early, but she chuckled and told me why.

"I was a head teacher, but had a run in with the governors, who were rather too pink and fluffy for me. I resigned to make a point, but had accrued enough to have a decent pension and now do a lot of examination marking for GCSEs and A levels."

The rent was only  £25 per week, and that included helping myself to cereal whenever I wanted. I hadn’t planned telling her about my job, but she found out and hooted with laughter.

"How wonderful! Oh, that’s super, I wish I’d done something like that when I was young," she said.
 
 
I had my first appointment with the psychologist who specialised in gender dysphoria. My appearance seemed to disconcert him somewhat, as I was the picture of female normality.

His name was Rupert McCloud, and he had a distinct Scottish accent.

He was a small man, of around forty or fifty, thin with a receding hairline. To compensate, he grew his hair long at the back, so it looked faintly ludicrous.

He wore jeans and a rather tatty brown suede jacket that was probably all the rage in 1976.

I, on the other hand, was wearing a smart skirt and matching jacket, with a pale blue blouse, stockings and smart court shoes. I never wore trousers these days, and adored every minute of my new life.

He stared at me as I entered his consulting room.

"Yes?"

"Doctor McCloud? I’m Leanne Roberts."

He stared and blinked, as if disbelieving what I had said. Then he looked at his notes on his desk, and invited me to sit down.

The consultation was a bit of a farce. He, clearly had to assess whether I was a suitable candidate for SRS, or otherwise was a gender manipulating time-waster.

It became apparent in a short space of time that these appointments were a complete waste of time for both of us. I knew I was a girl, and simply wished to bring the physical in line with every other aspect of my life. He believed it too, but had to show at least six months of consultation and therapy to prove the point.

Nevertheless, he was bound by procedures, so we had to go through the motions. He asked me to talk about my childhood and how I felt and everything else he felt was relevant.
 
 
At the end of the hour, he looked at me over his glasses.

"I don’t think either of us is in any doubt about your position, or indeed, your condition. Is there any likelihood of you changing your mind?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"No, I thought not. If it is any consolation, at no point have I thought of you as anything other than an attractive young woman. I see no real value of wasting valuable NHS funding on unnecessary consultations over the next five months to tell us both something we already know.

"You’ve been on hormones for a while, I understand from your notes, so I am recommending that once your surgeon is satisfied that your physical condition is suitable for the necessary operations, then he should proceed. I want to see you one more time, just before the final operation, so I can validate the decision."

"It remains for me to simply wish you the best of luck."

I was dumbfounded. I understood that these psychologists were often very difficult. Not wanting him to change his mind, I thanked him and left.

I was considered no longer a ‘trainee’ at work, and Kathy decided to stay with me as my working partner, which pleased me, as often the girls dumped their new girl, who then had to team up with another of similar experience. She wanted to get up to the Upper Bar again, where the tips were considerably better. After a couple of weeks, Mike moved us up to the first floor. I was thrilled, so we managed to improve our slick routines.

Adam found himself a labouring job on a building site, and as a result was going to bed really early, completely knackered, so we saw less and less of each other. I was still asleep when he went to work, and was just on the way out when he got back.

His aunt was fine, but I rarely saw her either. I slept late and kept myself to myself. I was never in for a meal in the evening, except on Sundays and Mondays, but was occasionally around for a snack lunch with her.

The letting agency found a young family to rent my house, so I started getting an income coming in from that. I put that into a separate fund for University, augmenting it with whatever I had left over from my pay every month.

I took my hormones, joined a local gym, and began to notice subtle changes in my physique and general shape. I had my first appointment with the surgeon, Mr Carpenter, on one of my Mondays off in October. I had been on the prescribed hormones for two months, so my own breasts were beginning to bud. So much so, that the breast forms were now causing me some discomfort.

He was a very distinguished looking man and even wore a bow tie. He kept calling me, ‘My dear’, and gave me an exceptionally thorough examination. The first was a blood test, which he handed to a nurse, who immediately took it out of the room.
 
 
I lay on his examination couch, naked except for a sheet over me. He prodded and poked me in every conceivable orifice. He examined my genitalia very closely, asking a great many questions.

He gently probed my sensitive chest, and asked me to stand, naked, so he could get an overall picture.

I did so, and he put his head to one side as he looked at me through half closed eyes.

"When was the last time you looked at yourself like this, naked and full length?"

I shrugged.

"A few weeks ago. I don’t have access to a full length mirror where I’m staying at the moment."

"Take a look!" he suggested, so I stepped in front of the mirror.

I was so used to seeing me from a different angle, that I was quite surprised at the whole picture that greeted me.

With my long hair cascading down to my shoulders, and my face made up, there was no doubt that I appeared more female than male. The main changes were in my figure. I looked down and the swell of my small breasts made me feel very strange. It was my narrow waist and wider hips that surprised me the most. I had automatically tucked my hated genitalia between my legs, so could almost believe I was a real girl.

I was still wearing those shape making pants. It looked as if I didn’t need to any more!

"Hmm, you really have a very fine feminine figure. Remarkably so, really. Turn round, please."

I did so.

"Bend over."

I bent over, feeling very vulnerable and exposed.

He examined me as I bent over, so I felt embarrassed.

"All right, I’ve seen everything I need, for the moment. You may get dressed again. Thank you."

Relieved, I dressed again, and then sat down in front of his desk, as he wrote reams of notes.

I sat and watched his fountain pen scratch its way across the page, again, and again.
 
 
Finally, he put the pen down, took his spectacles off and looked at me. He smiled.

"Leanne, I have received your GP's notes, and the recommendation from the Psychologist, and having now seen you in the flesh, so to speak, I am now in a position to make certain decisions and put recommendations to you.

"Firstly, the psychologist’s assessment is positive as far as SRS is concerned. Secondly, both Dr Michaels and the psychologist are both of the opinion that SRS would be vial for your continued mental well-being. Physically, you have the appearance of a young woman, with the exception of your breasts, which are still quite immature. I should say you have developed very naturally indeed.

"Your physique is of a woman of your age, and I suspect that you may be slightly inter-sexed in some form or other."

"Inter-sexed?"

"You may have heard of the term, hermaphrodite?"

"Yes, that’s someone with the sexual characteristics of both genders, isn’t it?"

"Quite correct. Therefore, the term — inter-sexed - relates to those who do not show clear characteristics of both genders, but may have some elements of both, some of which may well be hidden. Now, you stated that you have ejaculated, but it was a clear liquid, not cloudy, and you cannot recall ever having an erection."

"That’s right."

"Now, you also stated that recently, since taking the oestrogen, you have been suffering occasional tummy pains."

"Yes, but they only last a couple of days."

"How often?"

"Every month, I counted, the last lot were twenty eight days apart. Doctor Michaels said I would get symptoms similar to period pains."

"Indeed, yes, that is true, as far as the psychosomatic and mood swings are concerned. In a woman’s period, the tummy pains are caused by ovulation and the womb lining decaying and coming away.

"The only way you, as a genetic male, would get tummy pains are due to intestinal activity, unless you have something inside you that you shouldn’t. Did you have an upset tummy after these pains?"

"No, not really."

"I’m afraid the next question is a bit personal, but I have to ask it. I couldn’t see any physical signs, but have you ever had anal sex?"

I reddened, but shook my head. "Never. But then I've not had any sex at all, with either gender."

"Good! I didn’t think you had, but needed to be certain. So I now know that your pain isn’t caused by that."

"Is anal sex dangerous?" I asked, displaying my naivety.

"Medically, I have to say that if you use any part of your anatomy for something it’s not designed for, then there are always possible problems. Equally, that if sensible and careful, I’m told that anal sex can be pleasurable for both males and females. There are many gay men out there who seem to enjoy it and don’t have too many medical problems associated with it. There are potential long-term issues with muscle relaxation and haemorrhoids, but for the occasional experience, I'm told that it is relatively safe."

"Oh. I can’t say I’ve actually thought about sex of any kind."

"That’s your hormones speaking. If, as I suspect you might, you have some female anatomical characteristic inside that tummy of yours, you may well be inter-sexed to some degree or other.

"You seem to have a normal penis, small, as there is no doubt that it isn’t a large clitoris, because you pee through it. Your testes, on the other hand, are obviously abnormal, in that they have hardly developed at all. You said you started the androgens when you were sixteen?"

"Yes, around then, perhaps a little earlier."

"Then your testes should have been perfectly formed by that time. They aren’t and look to me as if they have not been affected by puberty at all. In fact, you don’t appear to have experienced puberty in any shape or form. Your voice hasn’t broken, which by sixteen, should have happened. Your whole development is characteristically female, with the exception of your genitalia and lack of bosom."

"You have been on the regular hormones for what, two months, now?"

"Officially since August, yes, but I have been taking non-prescriptive hormones for some time now."

"I see that from your notes. That was risky, so I’m pleased we’ve stopped all that. You have developed into an A cup already. Normally I should expect that after five or six months of hormones at this level. These all tell me you aren’t what you seem. Or rather, you may well be what you seem, at least in part. I think there is more girl in you than you ever suspected."

The nurse returned and placed a slip of paper on the doctor’s desk. He put his spectacles back on and read it.

"Hmm, interesting," he said.

I stared at him.

"Leanne, do you know what chromosomes are?"

"Yes, I think so. They retain the DNA print that makes us who we are."

"Exactly, and a little bit more. You see, your chromosomes are not the XY I was expecting. You actually seem to be XX, which would explain why you have a female shape. However, the test is not conclusive. Normal males are XY, females are XX and a small selection of the population slip into this category of having an extra chromosome, or even more than one. It is possible, but highly unusual, to have XX chromosomes and have masculine sexual genitalia. It is more usual to have XXY chromosomes. Some people in this category have unusual growth problems, and others have some degree of learning difficulties. There are no set rules, except that nearly all are infertile.

"Now, I propose to bring forward your surgery, in order to establish exactly what you actually have inside of that tummy of yours, and to eradicate, for once and for all, the male aspects of your body. I will run a more thorough test on your genes, just to be sure. In a word, you may well be unique!"

It was a lot to take in.

"So, when would you want to operate?"

"Under normal circumstances, I’d like to have you on the hormones for a good twelve months, but I don’t want to wait that long. I’m fully committed up to Christmas; however, I do have a slot on January the 30th."
 
 
This was a lot sooner than I had ever anticipated, putting all my plans into chaos in the process. I was sort of banking on the operation being in July, so I could have the summer to get over it before going to Uni. January was a lot earlier!

"In the meantime I would want you to have a MRI scan and several tests. Just to know as much as I can before I start any cutting," he said.

I nodded. My mind was in a whirl. I touched my nose, and Dr Cowper’s words came back to me.

"Will I need any cosmetic surgery?"

He looked at me.

"Do you think you need it?"

"I don’t know, do I?"

"If you want my opinion? No. You have no prominent Adam’s apple. Your face is almost symmetrical and you have a very pretty nose and full lips. There are real women out there who would spend a fortune to look as good as you do!"

I smiled, I may not know exactly what I was, but I wasn’t a male.

"January the 30th sounds fine to me. How long will I be in hospital?"

"Well, it depends on what I find needs doing. A normal SRS will usually require about a week in hospital, at the most, as long as there are no complications. You will need a good couple of weeks off work to recover, and then up to twelve weeks before you even think about using your new equipment."

I frowned, I couldn’t afford that much time off work. Not if I wanted to save enough for uni, and to take that trip to America.

"You are working?"

"Yes. Behind the bar at a nightclub."

"Oh, which one?"

"Badgers, in Potters Bar."

"I’ve heard of it. I understand that there is stiff competition to get a job there?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"That should tell you something about what you look like," he said with a smile.

I left him with a huge smile on my face.

I knew everything was too good to be true!
 
 
Kathy was waiting for me that evening.

She had a weird expression on her face.

She waited for us to be alone.

"Leanne, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

"This may sound really daft, but are you really a boy?"
 
 
Chapter 6
 
 
I stared at her.

"What?" My heart was thumping. What had given me away?

"You heard. Are you?"

"What makes you think that I am?"

"I remembered talking to this boy in the club, ages ago, before you came to work here. He was asking about jobs and I remember thinking that he would make a very pretty girl, for a boy! When I first met you, I knew I’d seen you before, and it has been bugging me ever since you arrived, and it only dawned on me when I had seen you."

I sat down, totally deflated and felt as if my whole world had collapsed. I knew that any denial would be transparent as a lie, so I didn’t say anything.

"You are! My God, I don’t believe it. You are so convincing!"

"You saw through me," I said in a flat tone.

"No I didn’t. I just remembered seeing you as a boy and trying to picture you as a girl!"

I stared at her. "Why?"

She went a little red.

"I like to do that. I find it sexy."

"What, men dressed as girls?"

"The whole gender-bending scene. I find the ambiguity and deception a real turn on. One of my fantasies if to go to bed with a girl, who is really a boy!"

I stared at her. I thought I was screwed up.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Nothing! I think you’re simply brilliant. I love the whole idea of a boy doing what you are doing, and you even have a really cute boyfriend!"

I shook my head; she was weird!

She nodded at my breasts.

"Are those you, or what?"

"They’re breast forms. I used to stick them on, but now I’m an A cup in my own right, I can’t stick them on without some discomfort."

"Can I see?"

I lifted up my tee shirt, and she touched them through my bra.

"They feel just like the real thing! This is so cool!"

I pulled my shirt down, and took a step away from her.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"I don’t see girls like that. My best friend is a girl. I suppose I just want to be a girl, in all ways."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

I shook my head again.

She walked over to me.

"Do you want to?"

I looked at her, noticing her face was a little flushed.

My God! She was actually turned on by me and my deception. What a weird world this was!

I stood up and looked uncertainly at her.

"I don’t think so, it just wouldn’t feel right."

"Can we try, just to see?" she asked.

I wasn’t convinced, but nodded slightly.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue darted between her teeth, and the kiss went deeper. It didn’t feel right. When Adam kissed me, it felt perfectly normal. This felt odd, somehow.

She broke off and smiled.

"You have no idea what this makes me feel, have you?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"It’s not like kissing Adam. It’s all right, I suppose."

"Did you feel anything?"

"Kathy, the hormones I’m on mean I don’t really feel anything, you know, down there. I don’t, even with Adam!"

"What, nothing?"

"Nothing!"

"Shit, you poor girl," she said and then laughed when she realised what she’d called me.

"Look, I thought I was a lesbian, but I have this thing about boys looking like girls. Have you still got everything, you know, down there?" she said, her eyes flicking to my crotch.

I nodded. "Sort of. It doesn't work, though.

"Cool. You and I must get together one night. Does your guy know?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, how wonderful, are you going to tell him?"

"Shit, I don’t know. Everything is happening so bloody fast. I don’t know anything any more!" I said, and felt close to tears.

She was suddenly holding me in her arms, kissing me again.

"Shh, don’t cry. I’d never betray you. Oh, Leanne, you are just so sexy and sweet. I will help you all I can. Are you going for the operation?"

I nodded.

"Next year, at the end of January."

"Oh, how wonderful! Please don’t think bad of me. I just want to help, and I won’t tell anyone, okay?" Her big blue eyes appealed to me, but I felt trapped. She knew my darkest secret, yet I didn’t want to risk her going public with it. It would pay me to keep her sweet, but at what cost?

"Okay," I said, somewhat reluctantly.

She actually clapped her hands.

"Fantastic! Oh, this will be such fun!"
 
 
We went to work as usual, and she seemed to have the devil in her. She encouraged the guys to flirt with me, and got the giggles when they all truly believed me to be a girl.

This seemed to be the norm for us thereafter, but she never mentioned it at work again. I almost relaxed, but knew that she was planning something.

That something was her birthday party.

Kathy was twenty on the 10th November. She asked a group of the girls for a girls’ night out in Watford on the Sunday when we weren’t working. There was an all girls’ show on at a nightclub called Baileys, where the Chippendales were due to strut their stuff in front of over five hundred women, and one pretend one!

It was a boozy evening and was actually great fun. The Chippendales were very hunky, and covered in oil. Once they were down to the tiniest briefs, that left little to the imagination, one came over to me and I ran my hands down his body. It felt good, while Kathy screamed in delight. Our secret heightened her pleasure enormously.
 
 
By the end of the night, it was after two in the morning, and I was rather pickled.

Before I knew what was happening, I found myself at Kathy’s flat, and the taxi buggered off. Her flatmate, Sally, was with us, but she was worse than me. She went straight to bed, leaving us in the living room.

"I ought to get home," I said.

"Nonsense, stay the night. We aren’t working tomorrow."

I looked at the sofa, as I had slept in much worse places.

"Okay."

She came over to me and pulled me into her room. She had an enormous bed, and she grinned.

"This bed is plenty big enough for two. Besides, what can two girls get up to?" she said with a silly grin.

I was tired and not a little drunk. Even so I knew what she was after, and to be honest, my curiosity was piqued.

I’d never had sex, with a boy or girl, as a boy or girl, and I just needed some physical contact, like anyone else. The sex side of things was almost irrelevant, but the emotional side was very important.

I lay on the bed, and felt her take my shoes off. The next thing I knew she was down to her underwear, and then naked. She had a lovely body; just like I’d always wanted to have for myself..

She snuggled up next to me, making no attempt to do anything other than kiss me. There was a large mirror down one wall, and I saw two pretty girls kissing and stroking each other.

She was a good kisser, better than I was. I’d had little experience, and she spent a long time kissing me. I was not aware of her undressing me, but when I next looked in the mirror, we were both naked.

My small breasts looked pathetic in contrast to her full 34Ds, and her very white skin was much paler than my darker complexion. I felt her hand gently stroking my miniscule genitals, and she sat astride me, rubbing herself against what little I had.

I kissed and licked her breasts, and started feeling sensations from my genitals. She managed to get my bits against her clitoris, and was rubbing herself faster and faster. I rolled her nipples between my teeth, and suddenly felt a warm gush of liquid cover me from her vagina.

"Ohh, yes!" she said, and kissed me passionately.

She then got off me, and took what little I had in her mouth. Her bum was inches from my face, and she obviously wanted me to perform oral sex on her.

The musty aroma emanating from her engorged labia was overpowering and heady. Despite the partial revulsion that I thought I ought to feel, I found I wanted to please her.

I cautiously explored her open sex with my tongue, and tasted a woman for the first time.

The smell was different, but almost intoxicating. I found her cherry, and sucked it. She forced her hips back against my face, so then we both started rocking in a rhythmic motion.

I could feel very little, and was ashamed that she could elicit little response from my little worm. But as she sucked the glans, I started feeling a warm sensation welling up deep inside me.

She came again, and I was surprised by the veritable flood that covered my face.

I grabbed some tissues, and she stopped sucking me.

She helped me clean up.
 
 
"Sorry, but, shit, you really turned me on! I haven’t come like that for ages!"

I smiled, pleased to have given her pleasure.

She stroked my face.

"Is there nothing I can do for you?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"I don’t think so. Sex has not been high on my list of priorities recently."

She giggled and then started licking my nipples.

A completely new feeling welled up and made me squirm with pleasure. I gasped, and she smothered my breasts with kisses.

I was left panting, unsure what I felt.

She looked at me. She really was very sexy, and I idly wondered what Adam would be like in bed.

"You’d rather I was a bloke, wouldn’t you?" she said.

I smiled and nodded.

"Okay, then lets see what I can do!" she said, and got off the bed.

I watched her walk to the chest of drawers. She opened the top left drawer, taking out a very realistic dildo. It had straps attached to it, which she deftly wrapped around her waist. It looked huge!

Suddenly I felt scared.

"Kathy, no!" I said, recalling what the doctor told me.

"I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ve had anal, and if you do it right, it’s cool!"

"Kathy!"

"Leanne, just trust me, please?"
 
 
She came back to the bed, and I saw she had a tub of something in her other hand. She smeared something very cool over my bum and I felt her fingers enter my anus. She was very gentle, but I reacted and tightened up.

"Relax, please sweetie!"

I gave her a dirty look and she grinned.

She rubbed my anus gently, and then her fingers slipped in. I tried to relax and it actually felt okay.

She took one of my hands, making me rub her vagina, as she mirrored my movements, and it felt pretty good. I was on my back with my legs open. Her hand was rubbing me, with one finger up my anus.

I had never felt this before, so I closed my eyes.

Kathy started speaking to me.

"Imagine Adam is here, and his dick is all stiff and ready. He wants you, and the only way you can please him is to let him fuck you. You are all wet and ready, and he places the tip against your bum."

I felt something cool against my arse. It was smooth and felt nice. I was rubbing her very fast, and she was writhing and gasping with pleasure.

"He wants you, Leanne, and you want him so bad. You want him inside you, you want to be a girl for him, relax girl, he’s coming in!"

I relaxed, and felt a sharp ache as Kathy gently inserted the dildo into me. She pushed and pulled it so gently, and I felt things that I had no idea I was capable of.
 
 
Leaving it deep inside me, she lay between my legs, as a man would if he were fucking me. I wrapped my legs round her, and could feel the thing deep inside me. She moved in and out very slowly and gently, and I glanced at the mirror again.

I was being fucked, and the visual impression together with the physical feeling started me towards a pseudo climax.

I experienced a weird mix of feelings, a crescendo of sensations, centred on my belly, seemed to hit me, and even my small dick seemed to be part of it all.

Kathy was pounding faster, and I lay back and let it happen, I just watched myself, as the final wave of pleasure hit me, leaving me sexually sated for the first time in my life.

"Now fuck me!" she said, taking off the contraption, and wiping it with anti-bacterial wipes.

I looked down and saw that I still had no erection, but clear liquid was seeping from my dick.

I strapped on the dildo, as she lay back. I went between her legs, and she helped insert the dildo.

I rode her hard, fascinated by her expressions as she neared climax, I tried to gauge my movements to heighten her pleasure. She screamed and dug her nails into my back, and lay there smiling.

So, for the first time in my life, I actually fucked a woman, more or less!

We collapsed in each other’s arms and passed out.
 
 
It was light when I awoke. My left arm was trapped under Kathy, and had gone to sleep. Carefully, I removed it without waking her.

I looked at her for a moment, and wondered what made her like the things she did. We were both a mess. Both were covered in sticky stuff which had dried to a crust, and I also had a foul taste in my mouth.

I slipped to the bathroom, wearing my knickers in case Sally was about.

The apparition in the mirror had seen better days, but she was most definitely female.

It had been fun, and I wondered why I didn’t feel more guilty.

I stepped into the shower and had a good wash. Afterwards, I used one of the tooth brushes and dried my hair.

I slipped back to the room and noticed that Kathy was watching me.

"Morning," she said.

"Hi."

"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"I think so. A bit hung-over, but otherwise pretty good."

"I’m sorry about last night, but I’ve wanted to do that with you since I found out."

"It’s okay. It was fun."

"Yeah? Do you want to know something?"

"What?" I asked.

"You aren’t a boy. You are more a girl than some girls I’ve been to bed with!"

"Oh?"

"You make love like a woman, you look and taste like a woman."

I smiled.

"That’s okay then."

She smiled, rolled off the bed and came over and kissed me.

"You even kiss like a woman," she said, after we broke off.

She went to the loo, as I got dressed. I was putting my makeup on when she returned having had a shower.

She watched me for a moment.

"Do you want this to go anywhere?" she asked, at last.

I looked at her.

"Do you?"

She frowned.

"To be honest, not really. But if you wanted to, I would. You are a very sexy girl, and the sex was really great, I loved every minute. But you are definitely a girl. I think we are both looking for the same thing. A boy with the bits that do what they are supposed to do!"

I smiled.

"That’s okay then."

"Leanne. I want us to be special friends, and this could be part of it, if you want. I know you haven’t been to bed with Adam, and won’t until the operation. But I get the feeling that we are not cut out for a relationship like that!"

"That suits me," I said, as I kissed her.
 
 
As a boy, I had always felt slightly envious of girls and their tactile manner when amongst friends of the same gender. For the first time, I experienced what that was really like, as Kathy and I became very tactile with each other.

The fact we were lovers seemed irrelevant, but certainly we were very relaxed and happy in each other’s company. We would go shopping arm in arm, or even with arms around each other.

We kissed whenever we met or left each other, and spent a lot of time with each other.

She took it upon herself to be my coach and mentor. She had already taught me the ropes in the bar. Now she helped me to be the woman I was becoming.
 
 

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End of Part 3
 
 
To Be Continued...