Sometimes I fantasize about going on vacation to an LGBT unfriendly country with a female partner. To start with I just want to take the risk and travel as I am, but she tells me Iām being selfish and that if we travel as an apparently lesbian couple weāre going to get into trouble.
Iāve been transitioned for a really long time and the idea of travelling as a man seems really weird, but I donāt want to put her in danger so I agree to do it. I buy myself some new clothes and put my hair up, and ask her what she thinks.
āBabe, I donāt think youāre taking this seriously. Iām going to give you a haircut.ā
Iām reluctant, I like my hair, but again, I want her to be safe so I let her take out the clippers and cut it short. I mean, itās going to grow out again anyway right? And a lot of women have short styles.
She gives me an appraising look up and down, and laughs.
āYou donāt need to tuck like this, no ones going to care if they can see your bulge.ā
āOh right, well thatās an upside at least. More comfortable!ā
āAnd the view is pretty niceā, she winks.Ā āOh, by the way, you should probably stop your HRT now. Youāre going to be miserable if youāre coming off it cold turkey when we get over there. Not like youāre going to be able to sneak it through customs.ā
As much as I hate to admit it, sheās right. For the next few days before our flight I go without, and let my body fill with its natural testosterone. I feel my stubble come in and she tells me to leave it, itāll help cover up some of the feminization. Again, I donāt really like it, but what choice do I have?
Weāre standing in line at immigration. The whole place feels very tense and I find myself surprised that Iām glad I left my estrogen behind and didnāt have to deal with the stress of a potential search. My girlfriend gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
āThanks for doing this, youāre such a good boyfriend doing all this to keep me safe.ā
When I look surprised atĀ āboyfriendā she pouts and says,Ā āWhat? We have to keep up the cover. You donāt mind do you?ā
I blush and shake my head. As she walks up to the desk I find myself feeling strangely aroused, given the situation. Maybe its the testosterone but I canāt help but check out her ass as she walks away. My cock stiffens in my new boxers and I wonder what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her. A surprising fantasy for me because Iāve always been a bottom.
Iām awoken from my reverie by an insistent,Ā āSir?ā
Itās the guy at the desk, he looks annoyed. I hurry over and present my passport, he reads out my deadname, I nod, he waves me through.
āYou know,ā my girlfriend says as we leave the airport,Ā āIād always been a little curious what your deadname was. I hope its not rude to say, but it kind of suits you?ā
āItās not rudeā, I stammer in my deepest voice,Ā āYou should probably call me by it while weāre in public.ā
āJust to be safe?ā she smiles, mischievously.
āJust to be safeā, I reply.
We spend our days sightseeing as boyfriend and girlfriend. At night, when we return to the hotel, she treats me like a girl again. But when we fuck her hand lingers more on my cock than it used to and she seemsā¦ more submissive? More inclined to let me take the lead? I canāt deny that I like it. Filled with testosterone, I find myself hornier and hornier, and it just feels like it comes naturally.
Our last night there, we come in from a long day, and collapse naked on the bed. It takes me a minute to realize that despite being private, sheās been calling me by my male name. I point it out.
āOh, sorryā, she says,Ā āI guess I just got used to it. And with the short hair and the stubbleā¦ā
She lets her hand gently graze my face, I feel my cock harden.
āI look like a man then?ā
āYou did a great job. Its almost like it comes naturally to you.ā
Is she serious? Is she teasing? I canāt tell any more at this point. But Iām harder than Iāve ever been in my life.
She reaches over and wraps her hand around my cock, gently stroking it as she says,Ā āIāve really enjoyed having a boyfriend. Itās going to be a shame to give it up.ā
I can feel how wet she is on my thigh and I canāt help myself any more. I climb on top of her kissing her passionately as my cock rubs against the entrance of her pussy. She bucks her hips slightly, pushing my tip inside her and Iām overcome by lust, pounding my cock into her over and over. Itās the first time Iāve ever done it and I canāt believe how good it feels.
āOh God yes,ā she yells,Ā āIāve wanted this for years, fuck me, pleaseā.
We go for what feels like hours and end up in a sweaty tangle in the bed. She looks into my eyes and smiles and tells me she loves me, but she uses my real name. It feels so right. We lie there in blissful silence for a while and then she turns to me, looking serious.
āIsā¦ this just for vacation?ā she asks anxiously.Ā
āOf course not. I like this. I want to keep doing itā.
She sighs with relief.Ā āIām glad. Because after you stopped taking your hormones, I kind of threw them awayā.
