Hiding a Straight Secret
I felt my girlfriend grope my breast as I awoke. Yep, this would be day 38 as a girl after contracting a nasty case of the Gender Flu. Not to worry, this virus has extremely low chances of being contagious, not that I would mind if my girlfriend go it. Don’t get me wrong, her effort to be sensual with me is awesome, especially since she is thoroughly straight. I really never knew my chest could be an erogenous zone! But I pinch myself every time I admit this, I think I am straight too, for a woman that is. I haven’t told her, nor do I think I will. Hell, I don’t even know if our relationship could survive that admission even once I turn back to normal. I love hearing her pant as we mutually handle each other with dildos, but my fondness for that nowadays is more out of mutual affection rather than romantic passion. Meanwhile my eyes are shut as she plunges the vibrating dildo inside of me, my mind wandering to what it would be like if she got the Gender Flu and was pounding away at me. Even kissing is a chore, she doesn’t taste nearly as good to me as she used to and guiltingly I feel some antipathy kissing another woman. Yes, I’ve accepted that fact, and I had to get a temporary driver’s license reflecting my new form.