I Guess I'm a Lesbian Now (F x TF)

Let me just say up front, that I know I'm going to fuck this up somehow. I'm very new to all this terminology and phrasing, and I'm sure that I have a ton to learn in the future. But if you'll allow me some grace, I would love to tell you about the first time I had sex with my girlfriend, after she realized she was a girl.

It was a later summer evening, and the two of us were alone in her room, sitting on opposite ends of the bed. The air was tense. Neither of us had spoken in quite some time. I was following the pattern on the ceiling. She was counting the tassels on her pillow.

"A-are you sure you want this?" My girlfriend asked me. "Y-you don't have to **** yourself." Her voice cracked, she still wasn't used to speaking like this to me. Despite the pitch, it still had the familiar softness I had come to love.

"Sabrina," I, said carefully, examining each syllable of her new name as they passed over my lips. "There's nothing I want more than you right now."

She gasped as I said her name, and she squirmed in place. Me saying her name like this was often overwhelming for her, so I only used it to make a point. Before she could reply, I continued, "Now can I please look at you now? The suspense is killing me."

Sabrina sat up slowly from the bed, seeming to take a pillow with her. I continued to look at the ceiling. Finally I heard a soft thud on the ground, and she said, "okay."

My eyes fell upon the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life. Sabrina had done minimal makeup all by herself, with eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. It must have been messily done, but I couldn't see a single flaw.

Her dirty blonde hair was styled into a pixie cut. She considered wigs for a while, but ultimately decided they were too much hassle. And I liked the way this cut shaped her face.

But of course, the real treat for the senses was her body. She had always had an athletic build from years of soccer, while staying thin. And this occasion, for the first time, she was wearing lingerie that I picked out for her. The measurements were mostly guesswork, but the results are immaculate.

Gracing my wonderful girlfriend's body was a light purple slip that came down to her thighs. Her breasts were decorated with opaque purple lace, while her stomach and hips were covered by a semi-transparent fabric, that served only as a tease for the eyes. Coming down, she wore, for the first time, a matching thong. Though I couldn't see behind, I could see her petite member, still small, bulging into the fabric.

Sabrina couldn't bring herself to look at me the whole time I examined her. But it seems I forgot to reply, because she asked, "Well? Alice?" Her voice was a flurry of nerves.

"Sabrina," I replied finally. "You look like a model. No wait, actually I take that back. You're more than that, you look like Calypso herself."

My girlfriend sniffled. "R-really? You don't think I look weird, o-or like a freak?"

I stood up and embraced her, which she accepted while wiping her eyes. "You look gorgeous, and stunning, and so incredibly sexy." I bent up on tiptoes to whisper in her ear. "And I want you so badly, Sabrina." I played with her hair, while she pulled her arms around me.

"Okay," she replied, breathlessly. As if she still wasn't sure if she believed me.

"Are you okay if I take the lead?" She just nodded into my neck. "Then just follow my cues, okay? And if you ever feel uncomfortable, or overwhelmed, or anything at all, just let me know and we'll stop, or try something else, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. Then she pulled away, and I took her hand, taking a second to admire her pink and blue nails. Something else I could be proud of.

"Okay," I said louder this time. "Shall we begin?"