Woman In The Mirror
Copyright© 2007 by plaplen
Chapter 1: A Strange Meeting
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1: A Strange Meeting - A story told of the transition from a young boy to a grown woman.This is a fictional story about Gender Dysphoria and M2F transitioning. This story does become "fairly" technical in the aspects of transitioning, such as GRS and HRT.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender CrossDressing Hermaphrodite Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Cuckold FemaleDom Humiliation Swinging Group Sex Orgy Masturbation Body Modification Slow
To say that I was nervous at that moment would have been an understatement. I think every hair on the nap of my neck was standing on end. I was in panic seeing her standing there in front of me. I could only stare in astonishment at her, unable to speak. I feared she knew everything. I thought she had found me out. Knew what I was doing, and why.
I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings, but I hadn't. I had already finished my brunch. I never eat a breakfast or a lunch, just a brunch. One cup of coffee when I wake up is all I can take. It takes me a few hours before I am able to eat anything. Dinner is the only meal that I take seriously, and I take it very seriously. Always visiting the very best restaurants available in the towns and cities that I'm in. My brunch and my dinner are all the meals I need nowadays. It's been that way since she left me and I finally stabilized in my new lifestyle.
Having finished my brunch I stayed seated at my table at the open-air café in Miami Beach. I was taking pleasure in the cool mid-morning sea breeze flowing around my legs and through my hair. I was savoring the last remnants of a luscious cup of Cuban coffee. My laptop was open and I was answering emails to my stockbrokers, financial advisors and friends.
I had felt safe, secure and anonymous at the café. She was the last person I would have expected to see in Miami Beach. She should have been back in Denver, far away from me. Yet she was here at my table.
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion until she repeated her request, "Excuse me, I don't want to disturb you, but all the other tables are full, so I was wondering if I could sit at your table." Holding up shopping bags in both hands as a reason, "My feet are killing me."
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