Bethany's Secret Part 2

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Before beginning my story about what happened to me the week before Christmas, I should explain what had happened during the past few months. Early in my senior year of high school, I had met a gorgeous girl named Bethany who became my girlfriend. On the day of our four month anniversary, we had sex for the first time.

What I didn’t expect, however, was that my girlfriend was actually a transsexual or a “shemale.” She had the face, body, and breasts of a woman, but she had male genitals. I was surprised at first, but was soon overcome by my desire for her. After giving her a blowjob, we had anal intercourse ending in the most phenomenal orgasms that either of us had ever had. Our love for one another was stronger than ever. After the sex, we went right to sleep, but the next morning I leaned about Bethany’s true past.

I woke up the morning after our first time together. It was dark and I reached out to find Bethany, eager to hold her, but she wasn’t in the bed with me. Somewhat alarmed, I switched on the light. It was almost noon. I got out of bed, still naked, and put on a pair of sweatpants before going downstairs. My parents were gone for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. Once I stepped out of my room, I heard the sound of bacon sizzling downstairs. The smell hit my nose and I grinned stupidly. Bethany knew how much I loved bacon. I ran downstairs to find her there, dressed in a black negligee which she had brought from home, cooking at the stove. “Good morning sleepy,” she said.

“Good morning beautiful,” I replied. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck several times. “How long have you been up?”

“About an hour,” she replied. “Your snoring woke me up.”

“Ha,” I said, poking her in the ribs. She giggled.

“Sit down,” she said. “Let’s eat.” She served the bacon on to two plates with eggs and set them down on the table. I sat down as Bethany poured me orange juice before sitting down herself.