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“Can I see it one more time, Alexis?””Yeh,” I reply pulling back my sheet. “Are you going to miss it?” I ask, hoping she isn’t.My girlfriend, Carrie, reaches her hand to stroke my small cock answering, “A little. I loved sucking you. You know that. But, I am excited to touch your new parts.”I watch as she handles my cock and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on its tip. Seeing this, I suddenly feel a twinge of sadness.”Hey Carrie, if you don’t mind, could I have a few minutes alone.””Sure, babe. I will be back before they wheel you into surgery,” she says, leaning over to kiss my lips.I smile at her and after she walks out the door, a tear rolls down my cheek. Don’t get me wrong. I am not regretting my surgery, but you must understand my cock and I have been together for a long time. Like Carrie, I will miss it. I cup it with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the şişli escort head. It is smaller than average – a side effect of the hormone blockers I took before puberty. I didn’t mind though as I love the boobs I got.I have wanted a vagina for as long as I can remember. But, now as the time has finally come, I’m feeling a little love for my cock. Wiping my tears away, I know it will be weird waking up without it. I will grieve the loss of my penis … a little. ~~~Six months later…”Are you excited?” Carrie asks, linking her arm in mine as we enter the department store.”Well yeah! Bathing suit shopping was so hard before – always worrying about how to hide my cock. But no more!” I say, patting my flat pelvic mound. “I know you had a rough recovery after surgery, but it was worth it, right? You are pussylicious now.””I love that word – pussylicious.” I şişli escort bayan smile, kissing her cheek. We head to the swimsuits and dive right in, grabbing lots of swimsuits. Carrie sees I picked one with a skirted bottom and yanks it out of my hand.”No need for this, Alexis,” she says, hanging it back on the rack.”Old habits,” I giggle. I head to the dressing room to try on my suits. First up – a modest black two-piece.After I have the suit on, my eyes shoot to my crotch, still expecting to see some hint of a bulge. I turn to the side, closely examining my pelvic region. Cracking the door, I call, “Carrie, come here and look.””No, you get your cute ass out here! Show off that hot bod!”Somewhat reluctantly, I walk out and meet her in front of the three-way mirror in the sitting area. “Fuck, you look awesome!” “Really?” I ask, trying to see all sides mecidiyeköy escort in the mirror. I notice my surgery scars on my upper thighs right away, and trace them with my fingers.”Stop that,” Carrie says, brushing my hands away. “Be proud of your battle scars. They show what a tough bitch you are!””Oh my.” She moves behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. “You are breathtaking, babe. Now, this is a good start, but let’s see more,” she says, patting my ass to shoo me back to the dressing room. I try on several more … still riding on the conservative side … especially on the bottoms. I am just used to having to hide a cock and hard to realize I don’t have that worry anymore. While, back in the room, a bikini comes flying over the door.“Try on this polka dot one. It will look hot on you,” Carrie says.I put it on – what there is of it. Basically 4 tiny pieces are held together by strings attempting to cover some of my breasts and ass. Oh my God, can I really walk out in this? I crack the door to peek out, seeing if anyone else is around. Not seeing anyone, I walk out toward Carrie.

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