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Author's note. The consummation of a relationship is a time for private celebration, particularly when, for at least one of the participants, it is the first time. For the MTF community, the first post-operative sexual encounter is a cause for double celebration; firstly as it marks their loss of virginity in their new gender and secondly as it effectively marks the end of transition. Surgery can give them new genitalia capable of undertaking sexual activity but only they can decide that the time is right to use it. When I wrote "The Kiss" I wanted to explore Adele's desire to make love as a woman and her feelings when it finally happened but, after publishing the story, I did regret not allowing the reader to fully share her feelings. To do this justice, of course, requires a more graphic description of the sexual act and the emotions felt as a result and so, to set the record straight, I wanted to write the story of Dawn, a transwoman whose transition has been perfect in every way but, because of her pre-transition conditioning, hasn't been looking in the right place for a soul mate. To keep the focus on Dawn as she progresses towards the final joyful end of the story, I have deliberately referred to her with the female pronoun throughout. Whilst the fact that she had been a male called Don is disclosed early on in the story, to have moved between "she" and "he" would have been a gimmick for the sake of underlining her status as a transwoman and unnecessary. However, I have not held back from describing the climax of her story in all senses of the word. I hope you will feel that the graphic descriptions add to, rather than detract from, the dignity of her tale. AJ ------ As she curled up on the sofa, mug of hot chocolate in hand, Dawn felt the tingle of elation run through her body. The day had been a whirlwind but now, at last, she had time to reflect on the enormity of what had happened. To use a clich?, today was the first day of the rest of her life! Today was the day that her surgeon told her that her gender reassignment operation had been a total success and she was now free to live all aspects of her life as any other woman would. Dawn had had her 45th birthday a couple of weeks earlier but, thanks to the rejuvenating effects of the hormones she had taken for the last three years and, of course, the skill of her surgeon, she looked at least 10 years younger. She felt blessed; she'd encountered none of the problems which her transgender friends warned her about - rejection by family and friends, abuse or even assault when in the outside world and surgical complications to name but a few. She'd even been promoted at work just three weeks after disclosing her transition plans to her bosses. The only real negative in her life was that her wife of 20 years had ended the marriage but, in all honesty, they'd emotionally separated a decade earlier. She'd met her wife, Tamara, as a young university student called Don in her late teens. With Don's boyish good looks and Tamara's striking beauty, they felt an immediate attraction to each other and were married a couple of years later. Two children quickly followed but, with little in common with each other, they both quickly came to realise that a marriage based purely on looks is not really a marriage at all and, as the children got older, it became a case of when the marriage would end, rather than if. The intensifying problems with the marriage became the catalyst for Don's gender issues, which had been there since childhood but buried after the engagement, to resurface, stronger than ever. As Tamara listened to Don's confession, she quickly decided that now was as good a time as any to end the marriage and once Don's little speech had come to an end, her words were decisive, "If you want to be a woman, go and be a woman but you're not doing it here. Get your stuff and get out!" To many men, spending the night in a dingy hotel having just been thrown out by your wife would have prompted a re-evaluation of the situation but Don could only see the positives - a loveless and often unpleasant marriage was now history and transition to womanhood could finally begin. ------ Taking a sip of her hot chocolate, Dawn's mind wandered back to the celebration she'd had that evening. Eight women, all sharing the joy of her news and not a hint of unease. These eight friends had been with her every step of the way, from her first day dressing as Dawn at work, through her often clumsy early attempts to fit in as a female to her surgeries to feminise her face, voice and genitalia. Even though Dawn was quite obviously a "man in a dress" at first, they'd never been judgemental but just given her gentle advice on how to live in the female world and jumped to her defence when others were less tolerant. Her family embraced her change too. Her elderly parents were delighted that they had a daughter at last (they had originally given up hope after their fourth son was born) and, unlike her wife, her children had just said, "We don't care, we just love you for who you are." As she got into bed and pulled the covers up, she only had two slight tinges of regret. The first that she'd not transitioned 20 years earlier (but then, of course, she wouldn't have had the joy of her two beautiful children), and the second that she had no soul mate to share her life with. As she drifted off to sleep, still smiling, she realised that this was a small price to pay for the wonderful life she now had. ------ The following morning, as Dawn awoke, her thoughts once again turned to what her surgeon had said, "You can now live all aspects of your life as any other woman would." She faced her full length mirror and, once again, the elation washed over her. Seeing her fully female naked body still gave her as much of a thrill as it had done the first time the bandages were removed. She went to her chest of drawers and took out her underwear for the day. As she slipped her panties on, she reflected on what had once been there. As a teenager, it had given her such joy as, alone, she had experienced sexual thrill for the first time. As a married man, it had given her the two children she adored. But, as time went on, she grew to hate it and the trouble she had had to go through to hide it as she transitioned. But, thank goodness, it was now gone for good and, in its place something far more beautiful, longed for since, as a child, Dawn had first realised that nature had got things wrong. As she connected the clips on her bra, she giggled at the memories of the rolled up socks she'd used as she took her first tentative steps into crossdressing 15 years earlier. Now, thanks to her hormone therapy (and, not forgetting her surgeon who had given them a little extra help), she had full breasts which filled her D-cup bra nicely. As she finished putting on her Saturday outfit of choice - a mini skirt, fluffy jumper and opaque tights, she looked again in the mirror. She remembered all the times of envying women she'd passed in the street wishing that she was them. All the times that she'd seen women walking arm in arm together enjoying a level of intimacy which, even as a married man, she could not enjoy with her wife. All of the times, she'd walked into the ladies' clothes shops in town, initially stealing furtive glances as the clothes on the mannequins but later buying items of clothing to add to her growing crossdressing collection. Her blond hair was the perfect frame for her now completely feminine face as it cascaded down in gentle waves before resting on her shoulders. Once, to achieve this level of beauty, she would have had to spend a good hour in front of the mirror applying layers after layer of makeup to conceal her features but now, even without makeup, no-one would ever realise that she had ever been anything other than the beautiful woman she was. Still, as she felt that a woman should never be seen without her makeup, she spent a few minutes applying eyeliner and lip gloss. After a quick breakfast, Dawn slipped on her knee length boots and, grabbing her handbag, set off to do her weekly shop at the local supermarket. She'd toyed with the idea of moving her food shopping on line but could never completely trust the packers not to either get the order wrong or take the opportunity to move stock close to its use by date so pushing a trolley round the store, much though she disliked doing it, was her standard Saturday morning ritual. Dawn had almost finished shopping as she stopped in the laundry section to stock up on washing powder. As she reached for her normal brand, a voice behind her gave her a start. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to trouble you but do you know which of these I can use on wool?" Dawn turned to see a man in his early 40s with one box of powder in each hand and a puzzled look on his face. "Neither of those two, I'm afraid," replied Dawn with a smile, "you need this one to help prevent the clothes shrinking," as she reached out and handed him a bottle of washing liquid. "Oh yes, thank you very much for your help." "No problem, good luck with the wash," laughed Dawn as she pushed her trolley towards the checkouts wondering why it was that men always assumed that women would know all about washing powders and then remembering that she'd once been exactly the same. After paying and putting her bags into her car, Dawn was replacing the trolley when she saw the washing powder man walking towards her. "I hope you don't mind me asking but, if I let this opportunity slip past me, I'll regret it for ever. Could I possibly buy you dinner one evening soon?" Dawn looked at her admirer who immediately blushed and looked down with embarrassment. "It's really sweet of you to ask," she replied, "but I'm sorry, I can't accept." "Er, OK, sorry for asking. Thanks anyway," came the reply in a tone of obvious crushing disappointment. "Don't worry about it, goodbye and be careful with the woollens," she laughed. "I will, thanks," he replied relaxing now that he realised that he hadn't made a total fool of himself. ------ As Dawn unpacked her shopping, her mind wandered back to the encounter in the car park. She felt sorry for the guy, it obviously hadn't been easy for him to approach her like that. Whilst he wasn't unattractive and she found his shyness quite endearing, the cold hard fact was that she wasn't interested in him, or any other man for that matter. It's a common misconception that during gender transition, hormone therapy not only causes the body to change but also changes sexual preference. In other words, a heterosexual man will become a heterosexual woman. Of course, it's a theory based on ignorance and if those thinking it stopped to think why they would expect a gay man to transition into a heterosexual woman but not a straight man to transition to a gay woman, they'd realise how baseless the theory is. The fact of the matter is that, if one is attracted to women prior to transition, that almost always never changes afterwards. And so, in Dawn's mind, the soul mate she hoped to find one day had to be female, or at least another transwoman. She knew it wouldn't be easy, though. Most CIS women are heterosexual and wouldn't consider a relationship with another woman, never mind a transwoman; that left gay CIS women, a proportion of whom wouldn't want to enter a relationship with someone who, until recently was male, and transwomen who, despite what the national press would have us believe, are still very thin on the ground. Dawn wasn't concerned, though. Her life now had so many positives that spending the rest of her life as a single woman was a small price to pay. Anyway, she had far more important things to think about now the principal one being what she should wear to her colleague Jane's hen night that evening and, as she busied herself around the house for the rest of the afternoon before preparing for her evening out, any thoughts of finding love were pushed well and truly to the back of her mind. ------ Two weeks later, as Dawn pushed her trolley back to her car after completing her weekly shop she couldn't believe her eyes. A flat tyre! It was fine when she'd parked an hour or so earlier but, on closer inspection, it was obvious stemmed from a nail that was well and truly embedded in the tread. Of course, in her former life, this would have been a minor inconvenience and she would have had the tyre changed and be on her way in 10 minutes or so. Now, of course, it was a different proposition. The hormones had reduced her bodily strength and she now had long manicured nails which would surely come out badly from any attempt to change the tyre herself. She reached into her bag to get her phone to ring a local garage when she heard a voice behind her. "You look like you need some help?" Dawn turned round to see the washing powder man from two weeks earlier, rolling up his sleeves in preparation for changing the tyre. "Oh thank you, that would be a great help." Ten minutes later, the tyre had been swopped with the spare and Dawn was finally loading her shopping into the car. "I'll be off now then," said her helper as he cleaned his hands using the wet wipe Dawn had handed to him. "Thank you so much er...... sorry, I don't even know your name." "It's Mike." "Well, thank you Mike, I'm Dawn by the way. It was so good of you to help me and I hope you didn't get your clothes too dirty." "Don't worry, I know all about washing powder now," he laughed as he turned to walk away. Dawn said goodbye and then called after Mike, "Wait, can I at least buy you a coffee to say thank you? You've been so kind this morning." "Oh, that would be nice. There's a coffee shop a couple of minutes here if that's OK." They walked to the coffee shop together and, after ordering their drinks, took a seat in the corner. Sensing Mike's shyness, Dawn started the conversation. "So, Mike, tell me about yourself. What brings you to the supermarket on your own on a Saturday morning?" "Divorce, I'm afraid," he started before going on to explain how his marriage of 15 years had failed when he found out his wife was seeing his best friend, how his ex had moved 200 miles away with his children who he now rarely saw and how difficult he found it to socialise, particularly at weekends when most of his friends and colleagues were with their own families'. When Mike had finished telling his story, there was a short pause as if he was waiting for Dawn to speak before, in a sudden fit of inspiration, he asked, "And what about you?" "Divorced and single too, I'm afraid. Two kids who I love dearly but, otherwise, my life is far too complicated to burden you with now," replied Dawn, not wanting to have to give too many details of her own life away. Mike got the hint and the conversation moved to other things while they finished their coffee. When they got back to the car park, Dawn once again thanked Mike for changing her wheel. "It was nothing," Mike replied, "and at least I now know what I have to do to get you to go for a coffee with me. What will it take for dinner?" Dawn laughed at her shy friend's new found boldness. "I'm sorry, Mike. It's not you, it's any man if you understand what I mean?" Mike looked puzzled for a moment and then the penny dropped. "Oh, I see, you're a lesbian," he blurted before adding, "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I should have said that." "Don't worry," laughed Dawn, taken aback but finding Mike's clumsiness endearing rather than unduly insulting, "but yes, I prefer women." "Oh well, never mind, thanks for the coffee anyway and see you around." ------ If there's one downside to surgical transition, it's the need to dilate. Dilation is necessary to avoid the new vagina healing up and to expand it and involves the insertion of progressively larger tapered "dilators" into the vaginal canal. Particularly in the early days after the operation, it is a very unpleasant procedure and, despite the numbness of the tissue resulting from the operation, can be quite painful. Unfortunately, when the surgeon told Dawn that she could live all aspects of her life as any other woman would, he added the caveat that she would need to dilate for at least 18 months afterwards. Dawn, of course, dutifully dilated every day and, as the surgeon had told her, she had now fully healed. However, in the four months since her final operation, she had initially suffered a lot of numbness in and around her new vagina; the surgeon reassured her that it was quite normal and it would gradually disappear. By now, she could tell that the numbness was, indeed, subsiding and, thanks to the clitoris which the surgeon had formed by preserving the end of her penis and its nerve connections and replacing it just inside the vaginal cavity, dilation was becoming less unpleasant. Dawn started to explore the clitoral sensations more and more and, as the numbness continued to subside, the sexual charges she experienced were becoming more and more intense as time went on. This, in turn, caused her to question her sexuality; whilst there was no doubt in her mind that she still had a strong attraction to women and the thought of being with a man was still alien to her, she started to wonder whether a man could give her the sort of pleasure that no woman could, at least not without artificial aids. Dawn tried a vibrator but found the experience unsatisfactory. Of course, the intensity of the sexual stimulation was like nothing she'd ever experienced before but she missed the closeness of another human, someone to take her in their arms and hold her tight. In the end, Dawn came to the realisation that she was going to have to explore her sexuality, if only to settle her doubts for once and for all. The next thought she had shocked her and she discounted it straight away. The problem was, the more she tried to convince herself it was a bad idea and put it out of her mind, the stronger the thought came back. In the end, and with no other ideas to replace it, she had no option other than to accept that, in the short term, it was her best option. Mike! He was single, not unattractive and obviously smitten with her - despite being put in his place when he asked for a date, he always greeted Dawn with a smile and a wave and asked how she'd been when she saw him at the supermarket. Yes, he had a habit of making crass statements - Dawn had still not completely forgiven him for his "lesbian" comment - but he did have a certain vulnerability about him as a result of his shyness and he was unlikely to try to force himself onto her if she got cold feet. In addition, if things went badly, she could finally bite the bullet and move her food shopping online which would mean that she would never need to go near the supermarket and risk bumping into him again. So Mike it was to be. ------ That Saturday, as usual, Dawn was at the supermarket and, as usual bumped into Mike as she was packing her shopping into the car. "No punctures to repair today?" laughed Mike. "Sorry, no, they're all still fully inflated." "Oh well, so no chance of a coffee then?" "I didn't say that! There is something I want to talk to you about so give me a minute to finish putting the shopping in the car and I'll be ready." They walked over to the coffee shop got their drinks and sat down. "What do you want to talk about then?" asked Mike eagerly. "Do you remember when you asked me what you would need to do to take me out to dinner?" "Yeeesss," answered Mike slowly. "Well, the answer is that you have to ask nicely but, before you do, you have to listen to what I have to say and if, at the end of it, you decide you no longer want to ask, that's fine and there'll be no hard feelings. But before I start, I have to ask you to promise never to repeat this to anyone else." "OK, I promise," said Mike, more puzzled than ever, "what do you want to tell me?" "Up to a few years ago, my life was one big lie. I played a part that I wasn't comfortable with but others took me at face value and trusted me. Just under four years ago, I made a life changing decision and, in doing so, vowed never to be dishonest with those close to me again. If you're going to ask me out to dinner, you need to know the truth." "Yes?" said Mike now looking like he was suffering from terminal confusion. Dawn took a deep breath. "I'm transgender." "What do you mean?" By now, Dawn was questioning whether Mike really was the best option for her but, she had got this far so she carried on. "I was born a boy and lived the first four decades of my life as a male. I'm the father of my children not their mother." "What, you had a sex change?" Dawn felt her frustrations building up. Her face turned stern and she continued. "Look Mike, you're a lovely guy but some of the comments you make are offensive. With the exception of some of the more downmarket newspapers, we stopped using the term 'sex change' years ago. To answer your question, I have transitioned from male to female but transition is far more than a trip to hospital; it's about living your whole life in a new gender and many transgender people choose not to have surgery. Don't even think about asking me for details of the operations I may or may not have had. If you do, I'm out of here now. Is that clear?" "Um yes, I'm so sorry," he stuttered, feeling like a little boy who'd just been told off by his mother for being naughty, "it's just that I can't think straight when I'm with you. I've never met anyone as beautiful as you." Once again, Mike's mouth had raced ahead of his brain and whilst he went a bright shade of scarlet as he realised what he'd just said, Dawn didn't mind the complement which had obviously been unplanned and relaxed again. "Now, where was I?" she continued. "Oh, yes, I just told you that I'm transgender. Many guys would have a problem with that and would be running to the door by now so, if you want to follow them, now's your opportunity." "No thanks, not when there's a good cup of coffee to finish, anyway." Mike laughed at the joke he'd made and then looking Dawn in the eyes, became serious and displayed a level of sensitivity that surprised Dawn. "Thank you for being honest with me. It can't have been easy for you. I'd be lying if I said that what you just told me wasn't a shock but it changes nothing as far as I'm concerned. As I just said, I've never met anyone as beautiful as you and all I care about is who you are now, not who you once were. Dawn, would you mind if I asked you out to dinner tonight?" Dawn felt a tear trickle down her face. Maybe Mike wasn't the unreconstructed Neanderthal she'd thought. "That sounds very nice, I'd love to, thank you," she replied wiping away the tear. "Shall I pick you up at 7:00?" "That's fine. Here's my address and phone number," she replied, passing him a piece of paper. "Great, see you later." ------ As Dawn put away her shopping, she smiled to herself. She knew that, facing the prospect of being out on a date with a man for the first time in her life she should feel apprehension but she didn't. Putting aside his crass comments, Mike was a sensitive guy and had even managed to get Dawn to shed a tear. He'd admitted to being smitten with her and she was starting to realise that she could fall for him too as long as he could keep some of his more left field thoughts to himself. By mid-afternoon, Dawn was ready to start preparing for the evening out. As she lay in her bath, the scent of roses from the bath oil filling the room, she started to plan what she would wear. Of course, she had a game plan for Mike but knew that, with his shyness, she may need to see him a few times before anything developed. However, she knew it was important to start as she meant to go on and knew exactly what she would wear. With her towel wrapped round her, she went to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her dressing table. She took out a Victoria's Secret box, carefully opened it and took a moment to caress the black silk lingerie set inside. She'd bought it early on in her transition and had deliberately never worn the set, preferring to keep them for her first proper date when her transition was complete. After putting the items on, she took out an unopened packet of Woolford black stockings and rolled them up each leg in turn, carefully clipping each one onto her garter belt in the process. She reached into her wardrobe and removed a black satin dress and slid it on. The hemline sat about four inches above her knee with a slit at the back giving, for any lucky follower, a glimpse of her stocking tops as she walked. She checked her appearance in the mirror, the cut of the dress was perfect to show off her figure and showed just enough of her breasts to be classy rather than trashy. Her attention then turned to her hair and makeup. She had a natural beauty but tonight wasn't the night for a quick application of mascara and lip gloss. She wanted to look a million dollars and carefully set to work with her curling tongs followed by a full range of cosmetics, checking each stage as she finished to make sure it was perfect. Finally, after applying deep red lip liner and a similar shade of lipstick, she stepped back to admire her handiwork and was pleased with the result. As she stepped into her deep black suede court shoes she knew that Mike would find it difficult to resist her. After putting on her jewellery and with a final spray of perfume, she was ready and putting a selection of cosmetics into her handbag, she made her way to her living room to await Mike's arrival. At 7:00 on the dot, the doorbell rang and Dawn opened the door to see Mike standing there with a large bunch of roses. "My god, you look amazing, absolutely beautiful," he gushed as he handed the roses to Dawn. Dawn looked back at Mike who had clearly made an effort to dress for the occasion and thanked him for the compliment. She took her coat off the hook and, straight away, Mike took it off her and held it while she put it on. As they got to his car, he held the door open for her while she got in and, after checking that her clothes weren't going to get caught, gently closed the door, went round to the driver's side and got in himself for the drive to the restaurant. After a 15 minute drive, they arrived. The restaurant, set in the countryside outside the town was well known for the quality of its food and the beauty of its surroundings and, as they settled down on a sofa next to the roaring open fire Dawn started to realise that her feelings for Mike were starting to stretch beyond just a partner for casual sex. If this was indicative of the sort of life she could expect in a relationship with Mike, then maybe a heterosexual relationship with a man wasn't such a bad idea after all. During the meal, Mike didn't put a foot wrong. He stayed well clear of talk about Dawn's transition and was engaging and funny throughout the meal which was as delicious as the restaurant's reputation suggested it would be. All too soon, though, they had finished and after the drive back into town were pulling up outside Dawn's flat. Mike turned to Dawn. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening and for coming out with me. It was one of the most enjoyable outings I've ever had and I hope we can do it again soon." Dawn smiled. Mike was back to his old shy self and clearly needed a little encouragement. "What do you mean - it was? The evening hasn't finished yet if you'd like to come in." Mike looked puzzled for a moment then realised what Dawn was offering and they were soon sitting on Dawn's sofa with a glass of wine each. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" Mike asked still not believing his luck. "Yes, you did, several times actually," laughed Dawn, "but I'll never tire of hearing it. Would you like to tell me again?" She moved closer to Mike so that their legs were touching. "Dawn, you looked so beautiful tonight." Dawn moved closer still and turned to face Mike, slipping her hand inside his shirt. By now, even Mike had realised that things seemed to be leading to a place he definitely didn't mind going to. He then added, "But I thought you said you preferred...." Dawn put her finger across his lips before he could finish. "Shhhh. Don't concern yourself with that. Now how about telling me once more?" "Dawn, did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?" "Mmmm, you did," she purred as she placed her hand on his growing bulge, gently caressing it, "but I'd like to hear it once more." "Dawn, you looked so beautiful tonight that I don't think I can control myself for much longer. I want to make love to you right now." At last. Dawn had the answer she wanted to hear. She stood up and silently led Mike to her bedroom. As she dimmed the lights they held each other tight and embraced in a long passionate kiss. Dawn felt Mike's erect penis pressing against her and, as their lips parted she whispered, "Take me, I want you inside me now." They quickly undressed and reaching into her bedside drawer, Dawn removed a tube of lubricating jelly. "The price you pay for being with a special woman like me," Dawn whispered as she gently applied the lubricant to Mike's now rock hard member. As Dawn lay down on the bed and spread her legs, any worries that Mike felt about the adequacy of Dawn's surgically changed anatomy for what they were about to do disappeared. He moved towards her and Dawn felt her labia part as Mike gently entered her. She let out a moan of delight as she felt Mike's penis moving rhythmically inside her. As his penis gently rubbed her clitoris, Dawn got more and more aroused and the moans got louder and more frequent. And then, as Mike reached climax and she felt his pulsating penis ejaculate inside her, her body started to tingle all over as she climaxed herself. As Mike withdrew and held Dawn in his arms she knew that what she'd just experienced was way in excess of her expectations and also far more intense than any orgasm she'd ever experienced as a man with her wife. She was now truly a women and it felt so right. As she gently caressed Mike, waiting for him to be ready again, Dawn was overcome with emotion and quietly started to cry. Hearing her sobs, Mike turned to her. "What's the matter, didn't you enjoy it?" "It was the most beautiful experience I've ever had. Thank you for making me a woman." "It was the same for me," replied Mike who then added, "obviously not the bit about making me a woman, though." The obvious stupidity of Mike's "woman" comment amused Dawn who laughed as she stopped crying. Mike, slow on the uptake as ever, failed to understand the significance of what Dawn had just said and continued, "So, do you think you may have been wrong about preferring women?" "Maybe, but I think we're going to have to do it a few more times before I'm absolutely certain," she giggled playfully. Dawn lay in Mike's arms, gently stroking his penis and before long, it was obvious that Mike was ready again. With his penis once again rock hard and pointing vertically upwards like a monument to lovemaking, Dawn applied more lubricant. However, this time there was to be no mercy; Dawn was a woman and she wanted to experience the full force of lovemaking. She lowered herself onto Mike's rock hard penis and let out a moan as she once again felt Mike's bulbous head enter her and stimulate her clitoris. As she rocked up and down, she felt the inner walls of her vagina stretch slightly as Mike's penis slid effortlessly to and fro. Once again, the tingling sensation started and she closed her eyes to heighten the sensation. Faster and faster she moved breathing heavily and squealing with delight as she felt Mike's penis touch the end of her vaginal passage with each stroke. The first time had been a gentle expression of love but, this time, there was no holding back. Faster and faster she went, digging her nails into Mike's skin as she held onto him and screaming with ecstasy with every thrust. And then, as she felt she would surely collapse with exhaustion, Mike erupted, his throbbing penis ejaculating inside her once more. With a final moan, she collapsed onto Mike's chest as her body was engulfed in the sensation of the best orgasm she'd ever had. Keeping Mike inside her for as long as she could, flexing her vaginal muscles to feel every last ounce of his erection, her lips moved to his and she kissed him as she had never kissed anyone before. It was 4:00am before they finally decided that they were too exhausted to continue and, as Dawn drifted off in Mike's arms she realised that she'd found her soul mate and, now that she'd found him, she never wanted to let him go. And that, as far as Mike was concerned, was fine because he knew he'd found his soul mate too. Epilogue A month after their night of passion, Mike and Dawn set up home together. It was a logical move as they were already spending most nights together anyway. It was the final chapter in Dawn's transition and her life was now truly perfect. As they got their home organised, they made a list of things they needed and Dawn suggested a trip to Ikea to buy them. As they were approaching the store, Dawn felt that she was going to sneeze but realised that she had no tissues in her handbag. "Try the glovebox, I think there are some in there," suggested Mike. Dawn opened the glovebox and, as she removed the tissues, a small packet fell to the floor. She picked it up and saw that it contained several one inch nails, identical to the one she'd found in her car tyre in the supermarket car park. When Mike had parked the car, Dawn turned to him and, holding up the packet, said sternly, "I think you've got some explaining to do!" "Oh, yes, sorry about that," stuttered Mike, embarrassed that his ruse to get to know Dawn better had been rumbled, "I guess I owe you the cost of the replacement tyre." "Oh, you owe me far more than that. How about a new dress and a pair of shoes to start with. I've always wanted a pair of Louboutin Pigalles?" The thought of Dawn wearing a pair of Christian Louboutin's legendary stiletto pumps aroused Mike and he readily agreed. "It's a deal. Anything else?" "Yes, there is one more thing," replied Dawn sill looking none too impressed. "What is it?" asked Mike, looking a little worried. Dawn broke into a smile and, as she leant across to kiss him tenderly on the lips, whispered, "Thank you."