The Secret

After what seems an intimate eternity. After what seems like an instant. With a quiet wet smacking of lips the pair of you finally part from each other. The rest of the world starts to materialize around you once more, though you only had eyes on him.

You beam your happiness to each other. Charlie, while overwhelmed by it all, is curious. "But...Samantha?"

You just shake your head. "Sam is gone. Forever."

He looks concerned as his self doubt tries to get a grip on him. "Oh no. You didn't... Not for me?"

"I love you Charlie." You whisper as you kiss him once more.

You kiss him and you kiss him and you kiss him. Each one more passionate than the last.

You finally part again.

He reaches up and strokes your face softly. He gazes into your soul with his big loving eyes.

"I love you too Jonathan."

He takes a deep breath and a look of peace comes upon him. A gentle smile brightening his face. "There is something you have to know. Before we go any further. I've kept a secret from you Jonathan."

You are caressing his smooth pale cheek. "You can tell me anything." You tell him as you kiss his forehead. "Anything."

"I know. Let's go home."

You make your way out of the chapel, back to the dorm, up the stairs, and into the room. The whole short trip a hazy blur to your love drunk mind. The next thing you knew you were entering your room.

You lock the door behind you. Charlie crosses the room, sets down his back pack, and closes the curtains. He gives you a cute, almost bashful, smile. "Sit here." He asks you, indicating your bed. You kick off your shoes and make your way over. Sitting where he asked you.

He stands in front of you, in the space between the beds. He turns his back to you and he begins to strip.

First he pulls down his jeans. You see his shapely legs and cute little ass. Then his socks, his small narrow feet visible. So far you'd see this. You grip the edge of the mattress as your desire grows. He then peels off his jacket, placing it on the bed in front of him. Then his over shirt, then his vest. A loose fitting t shirt was next. As he peels this garment over his head you gasp in wonder. Those curved hips of his, they flowed gracefully up into a narrow waist. Slender arms, thin graceful shoulders. Like his legs, these were the smooth lithe curves of a woman. You see a sleeveless uncomfortable looking restricting compression shirt, he then peels off this skin tight layer and drops it to the side. The flawless pale skin of his back now exposed.

You were seeing the body of a woman. Not an effeminate man. The curves, the proportions, the narrow shoulders. This was a woman's body!

It wasn't the exaggerated bimbo proportions of Samantha. Charlie was slimmer of waist, a smaller tighter ass, slightly shorter legs. But it was a woman's body, and a lovely one at that.

Charlie takes a long deep breath, he peeks over his shoulder and flashes you a look of love and desire. He takes the band of his briefs and sloowwwwly pulls them down to his ankles, bending at the waist. You see his fine little butt, as cute as you'd imagined,...and...and you see...

You blink.

You see the fleshy labial petals and the pink slit of a...a pussy! A beautiful little pussy. Thick black hair to match his head along the sides and top. Beyond this you see his big hanging balls and swinging dick.

You gasp again. "Charlie?"

He...She...He slowly turns. You gaze up his smooth flat tummy to his...her perky little a cup breasts. Her pink nipples round and perfect. The wooden pendant he always wore rests just under his neck.

With both hands Charlie combs his...her long bangs back through his fingers, eventually tucking much of them in behind her ears. Her lovely feminine facial features finally given full light. He reaches down and now even removes the leather string necklace. Her arms eventually come to rest at her sides and she looks at you. She was completely nude, displaying herself to you.

You gaze upon her bodily glory in awe. She was simply the most beautiful creature you'd ever seen. Your heart skips a beat.

You could tell by the tension in her shoulders and her nervous breathing that this was a monumental moment for her. You were perhaps the first person she'd ever shown herself to outside of her family. Given her shy nature this was an act of trust second to none.

She smiles and says softly. "I'm a woman Jonathan." She tilts her chin down and blushes that adorable blush as she sees your enraptured loving face gazing over her exposed body. "I'm a woman and...a little bit more."