"How does it feel to be a woman?"

It was a beautiful morning and we were sitting in the balcony, taking in the view with a cup of coffee.

She had been unusually quite. She's not a chatterbox, but she usually has something to say. If nothing else, she will drop a teasing remark or two.

So to bring her out of the flunk, I asked her, "How does it feel to be a woman?"

She seemed to register that I was talking and looked at me, "Hmmm, what was that?"

"Honey, how does it feel to be a woman? Or rather what's the difference between me and you?"

She thought about it, "There are levels at which we are different but levels at which we may be same"

I kept quiet while she formed her thoughts into words.

"You know that visually, we are different. You have facial hair, while I don't. You have a well defined jaw line, I don't. You have denser body hair than me. Your body hair distribution is different than me. You have a penis, I have a vagina."

"Also boobs", I said.

She smiled, "Yes, I have boobs, you don't".

"Yes, I know all that, but what does this difference feel like to you? How does your body feel compared to mine?"

"I am much softer and warmer than you, as I have more fat beneath the skin compared to you."

"Uh-hhh", I implored her to continue.

"I smell different than you, your smell is metallic while mine is musky"

"What about the hair on our heads?"

"Hair wise there's not much difference between us. I just use more hair products and take care of it to make it softer"

"Okay", I said mulling over what she had said.

"There's more though, things that people never talk about. Especially, in desi culture"

"Tell me more, darling", I said.

"Women generally have much less libido than men. Much much less. Men's libido is very high and it usually distracts them"

"What are you saying? So you don't have a constant desire to have sex?"

"Actually, no. To make a woman horny, a lot of work needs to be done. That's why women enjoy foreplay more than sex. If you were to, straight away penetrate a woman, it would not work for either. Most of the time, desi women are left unsatisfied as desi husbands have no idea how to turn on their wifes"

"But women do get pregnant, right? So they are getting satisfaction from sex, if they get pregnant?"

"Getting pregnant and having an orgasm are different things for a woman. There can be no orgasm, yet women can get pregnant, that's possible"

I gave her a look, that said I wasn't convinced.

"Most desi women fake it for their husband's sake. Most desi women don't even know an orgasm is possible for them"

"Have you ever had an orgasm with me?", I asked.

"Not in the beginning, no. Sex was new for us and we had to figure out some things. Rather, I had to figure out things, you just did what you were ordered to", she said teasingly.

"Oh, that's it, is it?", I challenged.

"Women also have multiple orgasms"

It didn't register. "Yeah, okay, no big deal there. If you have sex multiple times over multiple days, then it's multiple orgasms right?"

"No, sweetheart. In the same session"

"Huh, that's really unfair. Men are spent after the first spurt"

"Yes, that's the beauty of a woman". She looked over at me curiously, "Why this topic?"

"I wanted to know the differences"

"Like, you wanted those things for you? Soft body, no facial hair, female pattern body hair, multiple orgasms, the works?"

"Yes", my mouth had gone dry and getting that single syllable out felt like a monumental effort. She saw it. I saw that she saw.

She looked thoughtful and a little sad. We stayed quite for some time before getting ready for work.

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Work was uneventful, except people started commenting on my pierced ears as I had switched out the starters for black diamonds. I wasn't wearing hoops in the secondary holes, but the holes were visible to everyone.

I got a lot of compliments. But there were times I froze. One colleague, who had noticed the piercing for the first time observed, "You have got two holes in your ears. It's very womanly. Then why don't you wear hoops like a woman?"

I didn't say anything and avoided the question.

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The next couple of weeks we barely talked about trans stuff. She seemed to take her time to process what I had said. She was allowing me to sleep with her, which was a relief for both of us, as neither of us wanted to cheat or be lonely.

She continued to lock me during sex and I regularly came, without attending full erection. Our discussions made the sex all the more wonderful. Now I knew how her body worked, what she really needed and how to give her maximum pleasure. At one point, I was making her come a minimum of 4-5 times daily.

The overall effect on us was we were both much more satisfied and could focus on things that needed to be done.

Meanwhile, I continued to wear earrings to office and for family functions and around the house I used to wear hoops along with the studs. My hair continued to grow and it was upto my nose.

The reaction of family members was predictable , in that some said it looked cool while some continued to make snide remarks about how unmanly it looked. They began hitting on my wife, saying she should probably leave me for better men.

This became too much for me one day and I said to my wife, "Honey, this is too much for me. It hurts me, that people are questioning our marriage and suggesting you leave me. Maybe I should stop doing this and be like the man they want me to be"

She took my hand in hers, looked me in the eye and said, "Does their opinion matter more to you than mine?"

"No" "Maybe", I added as a feeble afterthought.

"We are not, ever, going to be normal, after you let the genie out of the lamp. I like this side of you too much, to let it go. Besides those men were hitting on me even before our marriage and they will continue hitting on other women. You should realize this, you are much more better than they are, in every respect"

"Am I? I don't feel it", I replied glumly.

"You are more faithful than they ever will be. You are trans, yes, but you approached me and we talked about it. How many of these so called men will have the courage to approach their wifes and talk about their problems? How many of them will cheat they moment they are given a chance? How many of them even understand women's sexuality, let alone satisfying their wifes? How many of these will be able to satisfy me?"

"When you put it like that .... "

She said, "I will tell you, none. You are a much better person than they ever will be. Don't let their opinions define you and us.

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It was moths after I had started growing my hair. I hadn't had a haircut since we had pierced my ears. Now my hair was upto my neck below the jaw line but it wasn't very neat. I used to put it into a tiny ponytail at the base of my neck.

One day after dinner, she stood behind me and took out the ponytail, observing the length, playing with it some. "Your hair is long enough for a longer haircut. Maybe you should get a U-shaped cut. It will look much better"

"I agree but where should I go to get a haircut like that? My barber knows only the army or the millimeter cut"

She suggested, "You can go to a unisex salon. Call them before hand and check if they are willing to give do the cut for you"

"Good idea, I will do that". Using Google I was able to locate a place near our home who could do the cut for me. It was by appointment only, so I booked my appointment and reached there for a cut.

Firstly, they gave me a wash, which is almost never done in men's barber shops. It is generally a 15-20 minute process for men to get a haircut. But that they it took 10 minutes just to wash and dry my hair, then further 30 mins for the haircut and styling. I had wanted to surprise my wife with waves, so she had no idea to expect an styling. The final result was a neck length cut with waves.

When she saw me, she was pleasantly surprised, "It looks cute on you. You look so nice. It would look nicer if you do a clean shave"

From then on I used to clean shave daily. She showed me how to restyle the waves after I got them wet in the shower. She showed me her curling iron and hair dryers. But I got myself a separate pair, because, why not?.

One day we were idling on the couch and she started playing with my hair. She was just goofing around massaging my hair, when she seemed to be struck with an idea.

She said to wait. She went and came back and started combing my hair this way and that. There were no mirrors in the living room, so I couldn't see what she was doing.

But then she started pulling half my hair to one side leaving the other half as it was. I could guess what she was doing, I asked her anyways, "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Just wait and see, we will have some fun", as she said this, she pulled the gathered half tight and then there was a snapping sound. I could feel the pull on one side of my head, but it wasn't very tight, just a new sensation.

She then started pulling the other half and in no time there was the sanpping sound again. She faced me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Then she placed her hands high on the sides of my head and pulled me by my hair into a kiss.

She then walked me over to the mirror in our bedroom. I saw she had made high pigtails on the sides on my head. She had used the pigtails as handles to guide my head while kissing.

She came up behind me and grabbed my pigtails (my pigtails???) and shook my head. The feeling was wonderful. Holding the pigtails she stirred me onto our bed and sat on my face. She just took down her panties and hadn't fully undressed. There was no cage for me tonight.

As soon as her smell hit me, I had an instant erection. But she didn't pay any attention to it. She grabbed my pigtails and used them to help the direction, while I licked the juices coming out of her pussy.

I was floored by the things she was making me do. I wanted to soak in every bit of the feelings, so I licked her slowly and sensually, taking my time. She let out a moan and pulled my pigtails tighter using them to smash her pussy on my mouth, "Lick it, bitch. Faster. Give me more". I did. I gradually increased my speed and she let out a sigh of relief. I went faster and faster, she smashed my face tighter to her pussy, pulling my pigtails. Finally, she reached climax and I managed to make her come on my face.

Then she got down from my face and started stroking the head of my erect cock. She did not touch the shaft, only rotated her fingers on the head. Then she leaned in and used her tongue on the head.

I tried to become even more hard from all her actions. She waved her hand for me to lean to her, which I did. I could feel the pigtails moving with my head, could feel the displaced air move around.

While she used her mouth on my cock head, she reached up and pulled my head lower grabbing the pigtails. She twirled her fingers around my pigtails while licking my cock head.

Finally, I was too overcome from the sensations and came. She moved her head away just as I came and dragged my pigtails so my head was directly above my cock. I got a face full of my own juice. Some went into my nose, some into my mouth. I was shocked more than anything else. The feeling was gross, all wet and warm on my tongue and face. The taste was a little salty. I spit it out, and looked up at her

Smiling like a cat, she gave me a towel to clean up.