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I Am My Wife's Best Girlfriend

My wife came over and handed us both a cigarette.

"I think it's so hot when a woman smokes," he smiled at me.

I took the cigarette, he lit it for me. I smiled and inhaled, exhaling in his face.

My wife came over and smiled at me, brushing my blonde hair. I smiled up at her.

"My sweet girlfriend Joan," said.

It was the beginning of the end for my male days. I began wearing women's underwear under my clothes at work, but I was distracted by my desire for other men. A desire my dear wife helped me fulfill. She took me to a doctor who started me on estrogen. Just enough to get a little more fem looking and to grow a nice set of my own breasts. Each step was so exciting, as I knew I was taking steps that would not be reversed. I began going to bars with my wife, picking up other men together. I never regretted my beginnings, and have only felt more confident in my new life as a she male.