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Blushing Goth (Part 3).
Copyright 2011, 2018 by Raymond Johnson. Sixth edition.
Main cover photo provided by Adam Wasilewski. (iStock Photo).
Part 3 cover photo provided by MsSponge. (iStock Photo).

Dedicated to my online friend ~(@lison)~ who is both cheeky and serious simultaneously.

“When you’re a transvestite, you’re actually a male tomboy.” – Eddie Izzard.

Still early into their relationship Steph has practically moved in with Mimi and they spend every free moment they have together. However, after witnessing Mimi’s unusual behaviour during dinner, Steph suspects that she is hiding something and may be unhappy. This in turn causes Steph to question herself and wonders if Mimi wishes to break up with her. In the meantime they both get invited to a housewarming party but are warned by their friends in no uncertain terms not to attend!



Chapter 1 – The Story So Far

If you had told me last month that I was soon to meet the most beautiful person in the world and fall head over heels in love, then I wouldn’t have believed you, yet that’s exactly what happened when I met Mimi. Her looks, charm, personality and even her quirky mannerisms captivated me in a hypnotic trance drawing me deeper and deeper in love. It was as though my entire life leading up to the moment I met her had been empty, yet at the time I hadn’t even been aware of what it was that was missing from my life. I was sure it was destiny that brought us together like a higher power engineered the events of our lives causing us to meet in the manner we did. It was clearly something that was meant to be.

Like myself, Mimi was a pre-op male to female transexual living her life fully as a woman. But, unlike myself, she resented being born male and was determined to get rid of her penis by any means possible. She saw it as a deformity on her body like an alien object that repulsed her every time she set her eyes upon it. I personally felt no disgust of my own body. I would have loved so much to have been born female but I didn’t waste my time and energy moping about it. I cared more about my general appearance than what was tucked down my knickers. It wasn’t as though people in the street were going to notice.

In many ways Mimi and I were totally different people and the more we got to know each other the more differences we discovered. For instance she wasn’t just a goth because she preferred dark makeup, she was in fact a genuine goth that embraced all the culture that went with it. Her choice in music was far removed from anything I was into and I dreaded the thought of her inviting me to a concert.

The first time we met was at a transvestite bar. Upon first sight I was unable to tell if she was transvestite, transexual or a genuine female so had to start a conversation with her in order to find out. Her initial response made her seem aloof but I later realised she was incredibly shy and was eager to make new friends.

She became a regular at the bar and each day our friendship grew until it finally blossomed into love. I had never felt love before so wasn’t sure what it was that I was feeling inside. All I knew up until that moment was that I felt wonderful in her presence with my heart fluttering causing my body to tingle.

She informed me that she worked in a beauty salon and offered to give me a full makeover which I accepted gratefully. I met her at her home where she carefully selected the perfect makeup shades for my complexion. She was proficient at applying the makeup and her knowledge of choosing the best type was impeccable. As soon as she finished we both admired ourselves in the mirror and I was absolutely delighted at my beautiful appearance. A bulge in the middle of her dress reflected back at us causing her to rush out of the room with embarrassment.

Once she calmed down and her red face returned to its usual colour she explained to me all the hatred she had for her own body and how she was tempted on many occasions to remove her penis with a knife. I comforted her for most of the night while she vented her emotions. She didn’t allow herself to cry in front of me, instead she waited until she was alone as to not make me feel uncomfortable. I later informed her that I wanted to be there for her even while she was in tears. It was then that I began to realise I was in love.

Over the next few weeks we grew closer and we got to know each other better. I found out that she had two sisters, one older and one younger, whom she had been very close with but had lost all contact. She had been so lonely for such a long time.

After a particular night’s out at the transvestite bar was ruined by thugs attacking one of the members, Mimi decided she wanted to go home and have a nice relaxing bubble bath. She then invited me to join her. I jumped at the chance immediately becoming tongue tied in my response. She had a cheeky sense of humour and often I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or not, but she was completely serious in her offer.

Whilst bathing together in her luxurious bathroom we lightly flirted with one another as we admired our naked bodies. The many piercings she had in her ears was also reflected in the rest of her body as she revealed her nipple and navel jewellery to me. She offered to pierce mine which I politely declined.

The topic of discussion then changed to sex and I wondered how she felt about it due to the fact that she didn’t like to look at her own penis. She explained how she kept her underwear on during masturbation to avoid catching sight of it. I realised our sex life was going to be complicated but I fully understood her feelings.

She invited me to stay and we spent the rest of the night making love.


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