His Name Is Ray

I have been dressing up as a girl since I was about 10 years old. I knew I was different from the other boys but I didn't think there was anything wrong with me. Still, I kept it to myself until twelve years ago. I joined a Transgendered support group and met many others like myself. I made many friends and started to see a gender therapist. I learned so much about my feelings and came to realize that I identified as a woman in all aspects of life. I was attracted to men, not because I was gay, but because I felt like a straight woman. I started to look for places I could safely meet men who were attracted to women like me. It was hard in the beginning, but the more I met people in the transgendered community, the more I met eligible men. I started dating and soon there after met a great guy named Ray. He was tall and very fit and looked so sexy even though he wore glasses. He had black hair and the darkest eyes that penitrated my soul. He was so manly yet so gentle and romantic. He wasn't the first man to kiss me, but he was the first to make my knees weak when he did. I tried to wait until our third date(such a foolish milestone) but when he walked me up to my door, lifted my chin, pressed his lips to mine, well I just started to melt. Then he caressesd my cheek and slipped his tongue past my lips and I just knew I wouldn't let him leave. My emotional journey into womanhood became a reality that night. Ray was so attentive and giving, and I found myself giving back freely and naturally. It all felt so wonderful and sensual. I felt safe in Ray's arms and allowed myself to be vulnerable and submissive. I was amazed and gratified when Ray reach his ******. I was so happy I could satisfy him but what happened next was a complete surprise. As I was on my back with my legs wrapped around Ray and he was climaxing inside of me,my back spasmed and arched. I felt a trembling deep inside my hips. I started to shake and call out his name. I had no control over my body and felt my muscles squeeze down hard around Ray as he came. Over and over my body pushed him deeper until we both just couldn't move any more. I remember asking myself, "What was that? Did I just have an ******?" It was nothing like I had ever felt before when I would pleasure myself. We cuddled and finally fell asleep. In the morning I told Ray that I didn't want to scare him off but that no man has ever made me feel that way. That I finally felt like a grown woman and hoped that I made him feel as good as he made me. He smiled and said yes and then he kissed me. We were together for almost six years until Ray begain to question his own sexuality issues. We are still friends but it's hard for me to see him and not wonder how life would be if we were still together. There have been a few others but I wonder if I'll ever meet a man who can do to me what Ray could. I'm still looking and hoping.
dianalynn63 dianalynn63
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1 Response Aug 13, 2010

Diana, what a wonderful story, I love how you express your feeling. I to hope that someday I will be able to experience the emotional joy of my journey into womanhood.