Now 24 years of age, I have been transitioning for some 15 months and making pleasing progress. My boobs fill a b cup. MY hips have become round. There's curve, albeit slight, in my waist. Electrolysys treatments have removed my facial hair and my cheeks are puffier. My arms are softer. In short, I pass for female in any setting.
I'm tall for a girl, 5' 10". I've always been lean but these days I have a higher percentage of fat and far less muscle mass.
My bestie Janette Kenworth is actually a couple of inches shorter than me. Like me, she is transfem, her development progressing at roughly the same pace.
Janette and I became acquainted through a transgender chat room. As time passed we conversed in private message mode gaining insights into the other's personality.
Anyway, a balmy spring afternoon at 4 p.m. finds us walking along a path through woodlands near my home. I've been on this path many times in the past and have described it to her.
ON one side of a gravel trail the pond glistens under the blue sky. Close to its banks foliage reflects off the water.
We don't disclose too much information, preferring instead that people see us as females.
On this day I am wearing ankle jeans, a blue teeshirt and hiking shoes. A gaff helps conceal my penis which is between my legs and pointing backward. My balls are up inside their sockets.
I put my blond hair in a ponytail, and pinned silver hoops to my earlobes. I applied Coral to my thin lips and a hint of makeup. Eyeshadow brings out the beauty in my blue eyes
Janette has long chestnut-brown hair and light-brown eyes. She prefers a darker shade of lipstick and a light-brown eyeshadow.
She is wearing blazing-pink Capris pants. C cup boobs make conspicuous mounds in the white sleeveless top.
We had walked nearly a mile listening to the birds chirp, watching the occasional small animal scurry toward the trees and even couple of dogs.
We had swapped anecdotes, some about the present time and some about bygone days.
I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket and tapped the Amazon Music symbol. Within seconds the screen changed. The tune titled "Too Young to go Steady" played expressively by John Coltrane on a tenor saxophone aroused feelings in me for her.
Like me, Janette grew up listening to jazz. She drew closer to me enabling her to better hear the music.
"Nice music," she said softly.
I nodded and asked, "does it put you in the mood."
"Yes it is romantic."
We walked a few more steps and she put her arm inside my arm linking us together.
Janette you are so going to get laid tonight. I intend to make passionate love.
We found a park bench facing the water and took our seats. She took my hand in her hand and I sidled closer putting a hand on her thigh.
She knows a lot about me, including the reality that I have a brother, age 29, who is gay.
"Michael's getting married in September."
"That's great."
"I'm so happy for him. He and Keith make such a nice couple."
"How long have they been seeing each other?"
"Three years," I replied.
"That's long enough."
The next question out of her mouth came as a surprise. As pastimes go this one was at the bottom of my list, if it even made my list.
"I want to go online and set up an account. I want to pose naked for tips."
"Really?!"
