Finding Jasmine

Feminization Romance

"Trust me, you'll love this," she says.

My heart races when she hands me a pair of black stockings. I stare at her, but she just nods. I sit and slowly pull them up my legs. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never imagined anything could feel this good. But I stop. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t like this. I’m a man.

Then her hands find mine — she kisses me — and I forget all my doubts. My fears are gone. “That’s my girl,” she says.

No one has ever called me that, but I nod my head. I am her girl.