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 I’m being selfish and that if we travel as an apparently lesbian couple we’re going to get into trouble.
I’ve been transitioned for a really long time and the idea of travelling as a man seems really weird, but I don’t 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.
“Babe, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously. I’m going to give you a haircut.”
I’m 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, it’s 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.
“You don’t need to tuck like this, no ones going to care if they can see your bulge.”
“Oh right, well that’s an upside at least. More comfortable!”
“And the view is pretty nice”, she winks. “Oh, by the way, you should probably stop your HRT now. You’re going to be miserable if you’re coming off it cold turkey when we get over there. Not like you’re going to be able to sneak it through customs.”
As much as I hate to admit it, she’s 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, it’ll help cover up some of the feminization. Again, I don’t really like it, but what choice do I have?
We’re standing in line at immigration. The whole place feels very tense and I find myself surprised that I’m glad I left my estrogen behind and didn’t have to deal with the stress of a potential search. My girlfriend gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for doing this, you’re such a good boyfriend doing all this to keep me safe.”
When I look surprised at “boyfriend” she pouts and says, “What? We have to keep up the cover. You don’t mind do you?”
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 can’t 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 I’ve always been a bottom.
I’m awoken from my reverie by an insistent, “Sir?”
It’s 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.
“You know,” my girlfriend says as we leave the airport, “I’d always been a little curious what your deadname was. I hope its not rude to say, but it kind of suits you?”
“It’s not rude”, I stammer in my deepest voice, “You should probably call me by it while we’re in public.”
“Just to be safe?” she smiles, mischievously.
“Just to be safe”, 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 seems… more submissive? More inclined to let me take the lead? I can’t 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, she’s been calling me by my male name. I point it out.
“Oh, sorry”, she says, “I guess I just got used to it. And with the short hair and the stubble…”
She lets her hand gently graze my face, I feel my cock harden.
“I look like a man then?”
“You did a great job. Its almost like it comes naturally to you.”
Is she serious? Is she teasing? I can’t tell any more at this point. But I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
She reaches over and wraps her hand around my cock, gently stroking it as she says, “I’ve really enjoyed having a boyfriend. It’s going to be a shame to give it up.”
I can feel how wet she is on my thigh and I can’t 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 I’m overcome by lust, pounding my cock into her over and over. It’s the first time I’ve ever done it and I can’t believe how good it feels.
“Oh God yes,” she yells, “I’ve wanted this for years, fuck me, please”.
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.
“Is… this just for vacation?” she asks anxiously.
“Of course not. I like this. I want to keep doing it”.
She sighs with relief. “I’m glad. Because after you stopped taking your hormones, I kind of threw them away”.
