When caller ID showed that it was Chrissy, Jim picked up right away.
"Jim, this is Chrissy. I need to tell you something, but it has to be in person."
"It is. Please, no questions. I'll explain everything when we meet."
They made arrangements for their meet up. Jim was curious as to what this could possibly be. She was new in town, and Jim was one of her first friends. She was a bit of a late bloomer, but puberty seemed to be finally catching up with her, and Jim liked the more curvy version of his friend.
For her part, Chrissy changed clothes, removing the "Trans Princess" shirt her mother made her wear for the psychologist's visit. Once dressed in more normal attire, she headed out.
When Jim reached the coffeeshop, Chrissy was already seated in the back corner. 'Uh oh, privacy needed,' Jim thought.
He picked up his order and then joined his friend.
"I have something to tell you as well," Jim said, breaking the ice.
"Okay, but I need to go first."
"Of course. Ladies before gentlemen," Jim replied as he tried to lighten the mood.
"Well, there is no beating around the bush with this. I haven't been truthful with you. I like that we are friends, and I need to tell you something. I’m transgender."
Jim's mouth opened, but no words came out.
"I know this must be a shock, but couldn't keep this a secret from you any more."
As Jim was still at a loss for words, Chrissy continued.
"My mother always wanted a daughter, and was disappointed that her only child was a boy. She started giving me hormones without my knowledge, and once I discovered the truth, the changes were already underway. I am not proud to admit that I allowed her to manipulate me, and so voila, I became Chrissy. God, I hate that name!"
"Hormones? So is that why your breasts have gotten bigger recently?" Jim blushed after asking such a stupid question.
"Yes. I had reached the point where there was no going back, and so I got more fully with the program."
"Well, you did turn out very nicely. My news... I was going to ask you if you would be my girlfriend. I like you, and I guess I have since we first met. You're funny, smart, pretty... " JIm ran out of words.
"You were going to? Does that mean you aren't going to ask me now?"
"I don't know. This is all new to me... I don't know how I feel... how I should feel."
"I hate to say this, especially after what you just told me. Both my therapist and my mother think that I am ready to start dating Boys."
Jim could see what this admission cost his friend. Pain, shame and embarrassment were written all over her face.
"Oh," was all Jim could muster to reply to that.
"So, could you pretend to be my boyfriend, to get my mother out of my hair? I know that this isn't exactly fair to you, but... please?"
Jim was silent. He looked at Chrissy, a woman that he liked and wanted to start dating. She was better looking than most of the girls he knew. They got along well. She didn't play any of those stupid girl games, to pull those tests that other girls do. Plus, he had to admit that she had a very nice body, shapely in all the right places. But--
"Chrissy, I need to ask a question, and I will apologize in advance."
The nature of that question became obvious to her, so she preemptively answered it.
"No. I haven't had bottom surgery. Not yet, anyway. I know that my mother thinks I should have it, and is saving up the money for it."
"But you don't want it?" Jim asked.
"No. I'm scared. I've read about horror stories connected to that, and..."
Jim wanted to lighten the mood, and so finished her sentence.
"And you like taking a whiz while standing up?"
Chrissy gave a little laugh.
Jim reached across the table and took one of Chrissy's hands in his.
"This is really important to you, isn't it?"
"Yes. I'm afraid that my mother will try to set me up with someone else.”
Jim imagined all sots of ways in which this could end in disaster. While his romantic inclinations towards Chrissy had diminished, he still felt protective towards her.
"Okay. I can just imagine someone beating you up if the found out and took it out on you. I couldn't live with myself if I let that happen, or contributed to that in any way, so yes, I will pretend to be your boyfriend."
Chrissy flinched at the word 'pretend', but it was better than any alternative her mother would come up with.
They spent almost an hour discussing Chrissy's journey to this point, and she was pleasantly surprised that Jim was taking this so well, asking intelligent, but not nosy or lewd questions. Chrissy was getting more comfortable with the idea of all of this, and of getting her mother off her back.
As they left the coffeeshop, Jim had a surprise for her. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Then her lifted her chin and kissed her. It wasn't a full on french kiss, but is was more than just a purely chaste one.
Jim embraced her, and got to feel her HRT body for the first time. It felt good, almost too good.
"What was that for?" were the first words out of Chrissy's mouth when the kiss ended.
"Well, if you are my girlfriend now, even if only pretend, we need to get comfortable doing that. Especially in front of your mother."
Chrissy could see the truth in that, and grateful that Jim was getting more fully into the role, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. Then, as she felt his hands caress her back, she whispered in his ear.
"Thank, you. For this, for being my friend, for everything."
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