FTM

It started small. Dee stopped shaving her armpits and legs. She eschewed the makeup and jewelry that Carrie had delved back into. They were sitting on the couch, Carrie's head resting on Dee's lap.

"Can we talk, baby?" Dee asked quietly.

"What is it, Dee?" Carrie asked, concerned. She was worried Dee was thinking about breaking up, now that Carrie had a clear baby bump.

"Well, now that we're out. I have to admit I feel more like a Bull and less like a bulldyke," she said, looking awkwardly. Carrie frowned, confused. "I mean...we didn't have all this gender shit when I was out the first time. At least not the same way. But I like being buff. I like using the cock on you. I like being hairy. I like you calling me Daddy. And I think I'm a guy at heart. I never liked being fucked by guys before. I don't like all the girly shit you're into. So ... would you accept me as a Derrick?"