I remember meeting her for the first time in my favorite bar, only walking distance from my condo that I moved in a few months before. I was sitting at the bar and she walked up and ordered a Hefeweizen and held her hands at a distance indicating she wanted a tall one. Good choice, I said in her direction, lifting my own glass, tipping it in her direction. This bar is the only one in the city as far as I know that has my favorite beer on tap. She smiled at me and at that very moment I was stunned by her beauty. I love this beer, she said, you can drink a bunch of half liters and not... Feel a thing in the morning, I finished the sentence with her. She laughed out loud now and I motioned to the bar keeper, put her's on my tap, Jack.

When she got her glass, she sat down next to me and said, thanks. My name is Mia by the way. I shook her hand and told her my name is Jason. We chatted a bit about the beer, how I'd learned about it on a trip to Germany and how lucky we were this bar had it on tap. She agreed, she had convinced her friends to come here tonight, just to get her fill. A baseball game was on and we talked about our city's pro teams in baseball, football and basketball. She clearly knew her stuff and I was impressed that such a girly girl, in tight skirt and high heels, even had an interest in sports. But she said she had played baseball, not softball but baseball, all the way through middle school. I had played all through high school although I wasn't in the varsity team, but the rec league was still pretty intense. Some of my best friends I made in that time and we still get together once a month to play a game together.

She was pretty impressed and when she found out the next such game was a week away, she almost begged if she could come along. And not to watch, but to play. I explained to her that it was a 45 minute drive south, where I used to live before I moved here, but she had no problem with that. We got in deep conversation about playing the game, she ordered our next rounds of drinks, and suddenly her friends were behind us. They wanted to know if she was okay, at which she nodded with a big smile. They told her they wanted to go to a place where they could dance and if she was coming. But she shook her head and said, don't worry, I'll take an Uber home. They now all looked at me and I said, hello ladies, I'm Jason, sorry for borrowing your friend, but she's awesome!

Mia laughed at this and held her thumb up, then pointing it at me. She must have winked at them as well, as both friends winked back at her at the same time. I received a "don't mess her up" look and then they left. I asked Mia, are you sure you don't want to go with them, but she shook her head again and said, I've way too much fun here, and I could only nod at that. We talked for hours, sports, movies, books, our jobs and how I moved to the city for my new job. She had lived here her whole life, she had an apartment a few miles away. It's hard to explain but she was so easy to talk with that I said way more than I normally do. But it seemed the same for her. Eventually the bar closed and we payed our bills and I asked her if I could drive her home. My car is only around the corner where my condo is. We walked together the five minutes around the block, then she said she wanted to see my condo. Don't get any ideas, she said, I don't sleep on first dates. No worries, I said, neither do I, but I'm glad you're calling this a date.

Inside I showed her my place and she was genuinely impressed, having only a one bedroom apartment. I made snacks and we had a few more drinks. It was very late by now and I suggested she could stay in the guest room, since I really couldn't drive anymore with so much alcohol. Will I be safe here, she asked with a slight tremble in her voice. At that I vowed I would never touch her in any way that she wasn't comfortable with, plus she could lock the door of her room. She finally agreed, she was as tired by now as I was. I gave her a clean toothbrush and paste, plus a clean towel and left her by herself while I got myself ready for bed. I was asleep the moment I hit my pillow, a smile on my face.

When I woke up, with a fresh mind and a quick wash, I found her sitting on the floor in the family room, going through all my CD's. She was wearing one of my basketball shorts. You have some interesting music here, can I borrow a few, she asked. Sure, I said, I have them all on my phone anyway. You want some breakfast? She looked surprised, sure she said, can you make me an omelette? Sure can, I replied, toast? Coffee? She just gave me her thumbs up and went back through the music. I'm not a great cook, but eggs and toast I can handle. And twenty minutes later we sat together, enjoying the food. Apparently she was impressed with me again, as she said, man, I could get used to this. And I could get used to your lovely company, I replied and we both smiled.

Later I drove her to her home, but not until I had put my bat and glove in the trunk. We need to practice, she said, I haven't played for years. Her place was small indeed, but cozy, and her bed was bigger than mine. I put some of my own music on while she showered and dressed. I looked at the many pictures of her friends and family. She had a sister as gorgeous as she was and her parents seemed real nice. She had some nice art pieces, I enjoyed her taste. All in all, as comfortable as she had felt in my place, I liked her home as well.

When she came out, my mouth dropped open, she was dressed in tight baseball pants, showing off her curves. Her jersey did nothing to hide them either. You will cost us a few points, I joked, the outfield won't be able to concentrate on fly balls with you on the infield. She was pleased with my comments, she's so easy to talk with. We spent a couple of hours on a field nearby. She was good at everything, probably better than me. A pity that she didn't continue her career in high school. She could hit and field but her pitching was most impressive. She could curve the ball in any direction but they would all look like fast balls. I had been trying to impress her with my hitting but in the end I was happy that I actually managed to make contact a few times. I started to realize that bringing this girl to my game next week could be a game changer.

We did a lot more that day, we hiked, played some board games, watched tv and had dinner. Sundays are her only day off in the week and she was perfectly happy to spend it all with me. As was I. She works in a boutique in the mall from 11 to 9 with only an hour for dinner roughly around 5. We agreed to meet in the mall a few times this week for a dinner, but she would text me the exact time each day. I basically had to start early each day so I could be there on time. That night when I left her home we kissed for the first time and I was in heaven for the rest of the night.

She clearly liked to text and it made my days go a little bit faster. I couldn't wait to hookup with her for dinner. Luckily the mall has many choices and she introduced me to all the restaurants and fast food places. Funny thing is, we both loved the chicken teriyaki place best, maybe not very fancy but simply good.  I'm not too fussy about special dinners and neither is she. On Saturday she's always done by five and I surprised her with tickets for our favorite baseball team. I think I really scored good that night as she couldn't keep her hands off me. We even made it on the kiss cam, I'm not complaining. And of course we won, so it was a good night. I stayed at her place that night and we slept in her lovely comfortable bed. She made it clear that she was not ready for sex, but hugging and kissing were game. As much as I desired her already I was fine with the rules she set and the vow I had given her the week before. Things were going right between us, no need to hurry things.

Our own game on Sunday went well. At first my friends were reluctant to bring a girl in our game but she quieted everyone down pretty quickly with her fielding and her bat. And by the time she took the mound and pitched a few perfect innings securing our rare win the guys were all over her. As easygoing she was with me so was she with them and she had an standing invitation to play each game. I got a lot of thumbs up for bringing her. I took her to my parents home for dinner and she won her hearts with no effort, just being herself. She and my sister clicked immediately and the two of them disappeared for more than an hour while I caught up with my parents. All in all a wonderful day.

Time went by fast, spending together as much as time possible. Playing ball or games, watching movies and a play even. And last night we crashed in her bed, I spooned her until we fell asleep and my excitement must have been very obvious to her. Then this morning she wanted to talk and the tears in her eyes gave me a very bad feeling. Did I cross the line somehow?

She looked me in the eyes and said, it's not you, it's me. I have not been totally honest with you and I can't go on like this without you knowing the full truth. I couldn't think straight. Did she have a boyfriend somewhere or was she married? Or maybe she had some disease? All kind of bad thoughts shot through my mind but nothing prepared me for what she said next. You wondered how I managed playing baseball as a girl between boys as far as I went. Truth is, I was a boy myself at the time. I didn't come out as the girl I felt I had always been until I went to high school. I lost my spot on the team because of it. Last night it was obvious how much you like me, and I have fallen for you as well, but I'm not 100% female like you must have thought I was. I still have one major surgery to go through for which I don't have enough money yet. And even then I won't be able to bear children for you. I know I should have told you sooner but we had so much fun and time went so fast.

She stopped, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't know what to say. I had heard about these things but never believed they could be real. How could I not have recognized it? I mean, only ten years ago she was a boy like me? Yet she's so beautiful now, and so funny and so compatible with me. Right, that's the word, we're so compatible together. Maybe this was only possible because she was a boy once, all these things we shared, would that have been possible had she been born a girl? It suddenly hit me, all the signs were there. Had she been a boy we would probably be friends now, enjoying each other's company, rooting for the same teams, playing ball together. But her being a girl we had that as well, and then some. I was never really comfortable around girls, yet with her it came so easy. And everyone loves her, my friends clearly jealous of me.

By now tears were streaming from her eyes, I was taking too long and she worried she had lost me. And I made the only decision that made sense. I pulled her up from her chair and embraced her. I pulled her into me, hugging her close. Her face was in my shoulder, wetting it fast. My own tears started coming too. Would it have been different had she told me sooner? I loved her from the first moment I saw her in the bar, I knew that now. And I finally pushed it out of my mouth, I love you, no matter what! And somehow our mouths found each other and we were kissing deeply, not letting go, breathing as one, thanking God we had found each other.

Without saying a word she pulled me back into the bedroom. She started undressing and motioned for me to do the same. Fully naked we laid down on the bed and I had a good unobstructed look at her. Her skin was smooth, hairless all over. Her curves stood out, as I knew already, her breasts firm and a good size. And then between her legs where I had been expecting her vagina was a penis, not too big but a penis with a ballsack nevertheless. Funny thing though, it was also totally hairless and smooth and it was easy to see as part of her female body. My own member looked much rougher and I was glad for the difference. She finally spoke. No more secrets, this is me, no more hiding, I give my body to you. I was happy with your vow to honor me but from now on you can touch me anywhere you want, anytime you need to. One day I will have enough money for the surgery to complete my womanhood but until then this is it.

My first question came out before I could sort out my thoughts. Does it still work? She chuckled, just a bit, ever since I've been taking hormones it has limped down a bit, but for the past month it has been twitching, thanks to you. I felt proud at that but also slightly worried, someone got a hard-on because of me? But then I gave in to something I have been wanting to do from the moment I met her. I put my tongue on her full breast and started sucking on her nipple. She gasped, clearly not expecting my move. But I continued, alternating between both her nipples and massaging the other one in my hand. I witnessed her member twitching indeed. I worked my tongue lower on her body, creating goosebumps here and there. Finally I licked down her thighs and stroked her softly. She reacted as any woman would do I imagined since I have only limited experience. Finally I smelled around her balls, thinking it would be sweaty but her whole body had the same sweet smell. I tipped my tongue carefully at which she finally grabbed my head and pulled me away. Me first, was all she said.

She moved her face between my legs and suddenly I was in her mouth. Her tongue twisted around me and there was a sucking feeling and I could feel myself grow. She grabbed the base of my member with both her hands and sped up her movements. I groaned at the wonderful feeling she was giving me. My own moves got more urgent and I started bucking slowly. She never let go of me and matched my speed and then some. I looked down at the woman I loved no matter what she used to be at some point in time. She was mine and I was her's and that thought pushed me over the edge. I had no time to warn her but she seemed like she wanted this anyway and I came in her mouth. She kept sucking and I kept cumming. Never had I lasted this long until this very moment and I finally gave her my last squirt. When I opened my eyes again I saw still tears running down her cheek but this time it was from happiness.

Anytime you want babe, she said after she swallowed all my cum away, you actually taste much better than I expected. Have you done this before? I asked. To be honest? No. Boys had no interest in me, knowing my situation. I dated a girl for a while before I realized that wasn't for me either. But she gave me blowjobs and that's how I learned, sort of. In the end she wanted real pussy so we called it quits, but we're still friends.

How did you know you were meant to be a girl? She hesitated, trying to figure out how to tell me best. I was very close with my sister and from young time on I got better along with her friends than with my own. She played dress up games with me and I loved it. Once I started realizing I identified more with being a girl than being a boy I asked her how hormones worked and what it did? She knew this was bigger than her and she got our parents involved. I had to go through a lot of counseling sessions but eventually even their conclusion was that my life would be better if I were a girl. It was suggested I started on hormones before my puberty kicked in, which was late anyway. My body started really changing in eight grade but I could still hide it. Going to high school was supposed to be a new start. From that moment on I allowed my girl self to come out and I wore only skirts, dresses and heels. But people still knew my old me and they didn't want the new me. School was supposed to protect me but instead they became part of the problem. Bullies kicked and pushed me around while teachers looked the other way. I wasn't allowed in girls bathrooms but if a boy caught me in the boys bathroom they would hit me in the head. The amount of makeup I needed to use to hide my black eyes was just ridiculous and no matter who my parents talked to the violence didn't stop.

Tears were back when she was recalling this terrible part of her life. They took my spot on the varsity team away even though I could have played as a girl. At some point I actually considered taking my own life. One teacher saved me, she gave me the key to a private bathroom I could use and she provided some sort of protection. Eventually she helped me, and herself as well, to transfer to a different high school. My story was still known but they didn't know the old me and they basically allowed me to live my life my way.

I was shocked and angry by the violence that she had had to face. Why can't people be more open to a different lifestyle even if they don't understand it? And a school that doesn't protect their own student? My hands were rolled in tight fists. How in heaven did she come out on top and become such a happy woman? She continued, after graduation I went to community college but I needed money to pay for my doctors and medicine and save for one more surgery. I found a job in the boutique and dropped out of college. I made friends and I just love to dress up in new clothes that I could get cheap at work. I became very good at advising others in their choices, and I soon was promoted to a manager position. And then you came. Her face was a smile again and I pulled her tight into me. No one was ever going to hurt her again, was my new vow.

Our second month together was even better, now that secrets between us were gone. We had a true relationship now and tried to spend as much time as possible with each other. This included sleeping together each night and finding ways to make our sex life as interesting as could be. We've read about transgendered people going anal but it grossed us both out and we stuck to oral. I could satisfy her although I think she did a better job at it than me, but she never complained. 

I finally got to meet her family and I felt very welcome in their midst. We talked about her moving into my condo so we could save some money towards her surgery. But first I took her to a ballgame at our eight week anniversary. When the kiss cam was active Mia always tried to get us on the big screen and this time was no different. While we kissed we suddenly heard a roar around us and when we looked up we were there, right on the big screen, a heart shape around us and a text below saying "Will You Marry Mia?"

She was stunned and when she finally looked back at me I held up a ring in a velvet box. She pulled me in a bear hug crying from happiness and eventually screamed "YES!". Everyone around us started shouting congrats while we kissed more, my ring now secure on her finger. The start of the inning was delayed as players on the field gave us thumbs up and cheered for us. It turns out we were in the top ten on ESPN for multiple days and even the newspaper picked up on this. We were given season tickets for the remainder of the season and we did our best to go to as many as our working schedule would allow.

We decided on a simple wedding, nothing fancy or expensive, so we could save our money. We ended up doing the ceremony in my parents backyard. Both our sisters were at our side and the two of them seemed to get along quite well. My parents gave us the best present ever, a check with an amount on it big enough for Mia's surgery, I think they must have pulled from some credit line. I carried her into now our condo straight to her bed that was now our bed. We stayed in for a couple of days and at some point discussed the topic of kids. I had already found peace with adopting one or two kids but Mia had a different idea. 

I have still sufficient male life in me, she explained, to impregnate a woman, your sister. That baby would be the closest to you and me conceiving one. I laughed, no way my sister would agree. But Mia remained serious. She already did, she stated. I was stunned, my sister and I got along okay, but we were never very close, just good siblings. This would be an amazing selfless act. How can you be so sure, I asked, when did you discuss this with her? Now she laughed. Your sister saw right through me the first time we met. She actually urged me not to wait too long in telling you, as she could tell how much you liked me. We discussed what kind of future a relationship like ours had. She was very supportive but also worried about the problems we would face. She said that if we would ever get married then she would give us our first child. We've been very close since, texting every day and she would shop every now and then in my boutique. At the wedding she confirmed her promise and it has to happen soon, before my surgery obviously.

And there's more. My sister agreed to bear our second child for us, with you donating your sperm of course. I imagine we have our kids close together, maybe with a year difference. It will be wonderful! I was stunned, both our sisters would do this for us? And another thing hit me, one year from now I would be a father. Things are moving very rapidly. But we can't really wait, Mia won't be fertile for long. And her idea is brilliant, our kids will look very much like us. I smiled at that thought, teaching them baseball, going to games, going to Disney! All kind of happy thoughts of my own childhood coming back.

Things moved fast indeed, driven by my sister's fertility cycle. Mia spent a week at her place and came back exhausted. But no luck. Same for the month after and I could see the devastation in her eyes. The third month I took them for a small vacation at the beach, making sure there's enough food around so they could relax together. Whatever it was, but my sister was finally pregnant. We were so happy! And then the funniest thing happened. Mia acted like she was pregnant as well. She was continuously checking what happened to my sister and then applied it to herself. She had morning sicknesses and weird eating habits and one morning I saw her belly clearly swollen. She called it a pregnancy suit and it allowed her to grow bigger, keeping pace with my sister. The three of us went to classes together to prepare for the big day. No one ever suspected that Mia wasn't truly pregnant. I partnered with both in the classes, never getting a break, but I felt that was minor compared to what these two women went through. At Mia's work her pregnancy caused them to start a successful new line of stylish maternity fashion, with Mia trying out most of the apparel during her work day. They allowed her to cut down on her hours, which helped her tremendously as the suit was as heavy as a real pregnant belly.

We had a date as well for Mia's surgery and it was close to the due date of our child. With a bit of luck we could check into the hospital with a pregnant belly and come out as new parents. My sister was definitely ready to give birth, it was much tougher than she originally anticipated her gift to us. But Mia kept her sane through the tough times and I did my best to keep them both happy. Both were huge, stylish but huge, and so adorable. It was time for our baby shower and my sister was the honored guest. It really helped us with the last things to get ready for parenthood.

Close to the surgery Mia got really nervous. It was was she wanted, what we wanted, yet the thought of losing a body part was frightening. What if they made a mistake and she wouldn't be able to fit me? It was hard for me to talk some sense in her as I had the same worries. In the end it was my own dad who took her aside and told her how wonderful she was and how happy she had made his son and this was the cherry on top of the cake. She would be okay, the surgeon was the best in the state, and we would live happily ever after. And that's how it happened, everything went perfect, as would be our love lives. While recovering my sister was taken in and we were with her when she gave birth. The classes helped, sort of, but it took forever. Thank goodness I had double practice and I stayed with her throughout the night. In the end our daughter was born and she handed her to me. My gift to you little bro. 

Mia hugged my sister almost to death before she took the baby from me and named her Haley, after her Godmother my sister. It was our present back to her. She was the most beautiful baby I've ever seen, but I guess that's what any new parent says. Two days later we left the hospital with our baby safely in the car seat. She fit in her new room perfectly. Obviously Mia couldn't breastfeed her but she took the bottle well which allowed me to bond with her as well during the night shift. We've heard about some medicine that may help Mia lactate and we may try for our next child.

A few months of tiresome parenting later we had started to settle in a routine and we started finally enjoying Mia's final step to womanhood. Our sex life had been decent but the intimacy that we now shared was better than we ever had hoped for. 

Mia started preparing me for my "breeding" session with her sister. Her biggest issue was with hairy men so I had to get "cleaned up". I didn't like the idea of razors in my crotch area so she scheduled me for a session in a laser hair removal place. It turned out they ran a special and I ended up with a full body treatment which should score me big with Mia's sister. When the time was right I took a week off and moved in with Shauna. I had rather had that Mia was there to help out but she said it was a very personal thing and three is a crowd, especially if you count the baby as well.

What was interesting though was that I sort of experienced what could have been Mia had she been born a girl. Shauna was athletic and had played soccer all through college, but she had no interest at all in the sports that Mia and I loved. And where Mia dressed conservative business like, as the clothes from her boutique, Shauna dressed provocative and sexy. She showed off her stuff where Mia was just happy to have the stuff. I wondered if that's the difference between growing up as a girl and being a transgendered girl.

Shauna loved to go out and dance and bring back a man for a night, but a real relationship she never had. I'm not much of a dancer but I hung in with her and actually learned a few moves. She did flirt a bit with some of the guys but nothing that would embarrass me. I was the man she would take home. I have to say, I actually like how she was dressed in a flaring leather skirt and a bra like top. And heels that made her as tall as me. She easily caught me checking her out and promised with a laugh that she would take her sister out to one of her boutiques and upgrade her wardrobe. And with a wink she also promised me more eye candy for the rest of the week. She was just as easy to talk to as Mia, just different topics. We got along quite well.

Back at her place we didn't linger and she wanted me to undress her. I loved pulling the skirt down, the material was so soft and smelled delicious. I gasped as I saw her lingerie that she was wearing under it with a matching bra under the top. Mia and I always go naked real quickly, enjoying the feel of our bodies touching, but this lingerie added an extra level of sexiness. Shauna saw right through me as I couldn't hide my bulge but I decided this would make things easier because I was still a bit wary of the whole situation. Just think that I am Mia, Shauna whispered after I donned my own clothes. And so I did, moving my lips straight to her breasts, pulling the lingerie aside and taking her nipple in my mouth. I gasped again as I tasted metal and I realized she had a stud straight through her nipple. But Shauna moaned when I touched her there and I realized how much more sensitive she apparently was. When I sucked and pulled I clearly drove her nuts. When I moved down toward her crotch her scent was just like Mia. Shauna laughed when she heard my sniff, explaining that my wife had given her the same soap as she used more than a month ago. Talk about planning...

I rubbed her thighs and teased with my tongue. Her skin was hairless and without any blemishes, just like Mia's. Her pussy was soaking by the time I reached it, and she came when I inserted my tongue. My dad always taught me to make sure the woman gets satisfied first and Shauna did not object. She was loud and begged me to fill her up. I did not wait any longer because this was why I was here. But as soon as I thrusted in her and sucked some more on her nipple piercing I couldn't hold back. She matched me perfectly when I came and I tried to shoot my load straight into her womb. When we finally came down from our high she had a smile on her sweaty face and said, I could get used to this.

She wanted me to cuddle her like I did with Mia and as we laid together in the dark she told me that none of the men she'd been with had ever treated her like I did. It was almost about the guy where she was the sexy doll for him to get off on. I can see why my sister married you, she said with a tad of envy. There's more men like me, I said, I'm sure you'll find one. It was quiet for a while. Then she whispered, if this is all behind us, and you have your second child, and I can't find a guy like you, would you mind fathering my own child? I thought about this for a while, what would Mia say? But her sister is performing this unselfish act, for her, for us, how could we not honor her own desires? Of course, I answered, I'll be there when you need me.

I'm not really sure how to explain this, my love for Mia is unbreakable, we are the perfect couple together and I want nothing else but to grow old with her. Yet I also felt love for this woman, her sister, who had so many similarities and even more differences. It made the week easy and we went at it many times. And still more a month later when we had a do-over. And this time we were successful. But I felt so close to Shauna, much closer than I'd ever been with my own sister, we shared something so unique. And then it hit me, that's exactly what I saw between Mia and my sister, a closeness grown from an intimate encounter. Not many people will experience a second love that actually enhances a first love, but both Mia and I did.

Mia was pregnant again together with her sister eventually leading to another beautiful daughter, Shauni, named after her godmother. And yes, Shauna made me keep my promise, as she chose to become a single mother herself. But while she was pregnant she found her own "Jason" who was a perfect fit and gladly accepted the role of fatherhood, even if it wasn't his own child. They added two of their own after that.

So yeah, that's the story of me and Mia, the loveliest trans woman you've ever met. We loved our daughters to death. They look amazingly similar, no one would ever question that they are sisters. One plays baseball, not softball but baseball with mostly boys. The other loves to play soccer and her aunt has been teaching her everything she knows. Mia and I struggle just like any family with getting them both to the right field for a game or practice or school or play dates. But we love it, as we know even better than "normal" parents how precious kids are and how lucky we are to have them.