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**15**

The sound of the shower wakes me up in the next morning and it takes me a few moments to realize where I am. Between my legs I'm sore but it's not as bad as usually. Taking things slow helped a great deal. Too bad we don't have that much time for this back home.

"Good Morning," Alice greets me as she walks out of the bathroom. Her hair is a mess of dark curls. I love it like that. It makes me want to weave my fingers though it again and again. God, she's so lovely. I can't believe she's mine.

"How are you feeling? Are you sore from the dilating?" she asks me, her eyes moving to the glass dilators that are lying carelessly on the ground now.

"Just a bit, you're better at doing it than me though."

"Well, maybe I should help you with it more often. It's just that you gave me the impression that you didn't want me around while you're dilating."

"How so?" I ask her, stuffing the dildos back into a small plastic bag.

"You seemed stressed, like you were embarrassed having me there when you were doing it. The truth is I enjoy watching you play around on yourself. Is that weird?"

I shake my head. "No, it's not. I like watching you touch yourself too."

She clears her throat nervously, a crimson blush coloring her cheeks.

"I'll keep that in mind. Look, there is something else I wanted to talk about with you. Promise me that you won't get mad at me."

"I promise," I tell her, as she sits down on the edge of the bed. "I want you to tell me everything that's on your mind."

"Okay, if you say so. I'm worried about you drinking too much."

"I don't drink that much alcohol." I mumble, combing through my hair with my fingers. "I'm not an alcoholic just because I enjoy a glass of wine now and then."

"I don't know what's the official definition of an alcoholic, but I want you to stop drinking whenever you stressed."

"But it helps me to relax. There is so much pain in me. Pain I can't handle any other way. I want to forget it. I want to forget my male past but it's haunting me."

"You can talk to me when you're feeling bad. I'm here for you."

"You left. Do you know what that did to me? It broke my heart."

I start crying, tears pouring down my cheeks. Within seconds she's next to me, rocking me gently back and forth against her chest.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake, a big one. Can you try to forgive me?"

I nod my head and wipe my nose at a tissue she hands me. "Just promise me not to run away again. I don't know what I would do."

"You can't harm yourself. Edward, he made some comments like that. I can't endure the thought of you hurting yourself."

"That was years ago. It was hart to being stuck in that body I hated so much, especially during puberty. Worst time of my life, it destroyed so much in me."

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am that you had to go through all of this."

"I know. Can we not talk about it?"

"If you'd prefer that, of course,"

I clear my throat before I grab the phone and order some breakfast for us. A few minutes later I'm feeding strawberries to my lovely wife.

"Do we have to get up today?" she asks me. "Or can we stay in bed all day long?"

"I think I like that idea." I tell her, rubbing a strawberry down her jaw. "I bet this tastes better from your skin."

My tongue circles down her lips, teasing them gently as I lick up the rests of the smeared fruit.

"I won't touch any wine for the next month. I promise."

"Good," she murmurs, letting her tongue part my lips to caress the inside of my mouth.

I pull up her shirt and begin drawing something close to a heart over her flat stomach.

"You're beautiful. Sometimes I can't stop watching you when you're asleep."

Slowly I lick up the red fruit juices from her pale skin, before I let the smashed strawberry glide lower, my mouth following the trail of smeared fruit on her body.

"I love tasting you," I tell her, as I part her legs and blow a kiss on her moist sex. My tongue glides through her folds, flickering gently over the sensitive clit. Her taste is like salt and honey. I'll never get enough of that.

When she climaxes against my mouth on her, I groan against her inner lips. My insides tingle, but I feel too sore touch myself now. This is supposed to be about her now. I want to show her how much I desire her; she's just everything to me.

"I love you" I whisper breathlessly. "Never forget that."

She pulls me up and wraps her legs around my thigh, holding me close to her.

"I love you too. You need to stop doubting my feelings for you."

"I do not doubt your feelings for me. It's just that I know you could do better than me. I see how people look at me, wondering if I'm really a woman. That's fucking embarrassing."

"No one is looking at you and if they do it means shit. I'm the one who knows you're a woman. That's would should count to you and not some bunch of strangers."

I nod my head and rest it carefully against her shoulder, letting my fingertips glide down her arm, down to her wrist.

"I wished things weren't so complicated."

"They aren't. We're going to figure things out. You just need to have a bit more faith in us."

"I know," I whisper, pressing my lips against her collarbone. "I know, Alice."

I stand up to get my estrogen pills from my handbag to swallow two of them without water. Thank god, for the little fuckers. They help making my life so much easier.