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"Why don't you take a couple of hi heels and dresses with you, Simon? You should bring Jennifer along with us. After all, nobody knows you there. It would be exactly like at our place in the mountain: you can dress, be free as a girl, nobody knows you and, in addition, this time you are going to have the trill of walking around among real people..."
"I am not sure about that, Ruth. I mean, I have learned from the guide book that sex among young males is quite common there, but I am not sure they would accept Jennifer for what she is...."
"Well, they are human beings and, it is true they practice sex among males simply because they cannot have sex with girls before getting married, I am sure that they are going to love you my dear!"
"Ruth, would you please give up with this non sense, please?" I said a little bit upset. "First thing, and you know it very well, I do no like men. I may be confused about my own gender, I may be feeling better as a girl instead of a boy, but I am not sexually attracted to men. Then, and this is another strange thing of the human world, Turkish people may tolerate sex among men, but may have something against Jennifer. You know, they may consider me a pervert. I still wonder why gay people are usually well accepted and transgender people are considered perverted, crazy, or whatever they think of us..."
"You may be right, Simon. However, are you sure that you are not interested in men?"
"I am more than positive on that. What would make you think the opposite?"
"Well, just facts!"
"Facts? What do you mean with facts?"
"Simon, the fact is that we used to have sex three or four times a week, on regular basis. I don't know what has happened to you, but you have not even touched me in four or five weeks..."
"Jee, you are darn right about that! But I think it is due to all these treatments I am taking. They are really making me feel weird! Since I began with them a few months ago, I feel very strange. I get tired very easily; I have problems focusing myself on important things. I also feel like I do have tits. Isn't that strange?"
"That is strange indeed. But it probably is that creature inside you, that is, Jennifer, who is trying to come out and... makes you feel feminine! Well, it is getting late. You should go and shave your body hair now, so that you would be ready in case you want to dress up as Jennifer during our vacation."
"Okay Ruth. I am going to join you in bed in about half an hour."
"Just take your time, and do not forget to use the body cream after removing the hair. It makes your skin silkier and softer."
"All right, I will honey!"
I went to the bathroom, removed my body hair, applied the cream on, and then joined Ruth in our bed. I turned the lights off and, a few minutes later her hand positioned on my cock. She began playing with it but after a while this was still as limp and small as ever before. After a few more minutes nothing had happened, and I pretended I was asleep. However, I was wondering what was going on. My cock was always ready and eager to stand up. My cock was not huge, actually only 5 and half inches, but very functional and hard as a rock. Sometimes, while dressed as Jennifer, I would have problems to hide it in case Ruth would be teasing me. But now...
The next morning we woke up very early to catch our flight. The trip was uneventful. We arrived in Istanbul late at night. The cab driver was very friendly and took a longer route to show us some important monuments and palaces. Finally, we reached the hotel. It was a very nice boutique hotel in Sulthanamet. We had a nice rest, and the following morning went to see Aya Sofia and the Blue Mosque. Here was the first problem. I forgot that you have to remove your shoes while visiting a mosque, and I was wearing ladies' underwear and stockings under my jeans and shirt. Ruth was teasing me and, luckily, nobody seemed to notice my feet in stockings except for one lady. She was checking me out with curiosity, but did not say a word or acted funny. That evening during dinner Ruth mentioned that the following day we should go and try a Turkish bath. A friend told her about this one where locals go and was admitting both men and women, though in separated sections. Then she asked me:
"Would you come with me in the female section as Jennifer or would you go in the male section as Simon?"
"Please Ruth, don't be silly! They will arrest me if I dare entering the female section. These people are so gender minded that they would not understand any excuse."
"Well, as you wish my dear. But you'll see, it is not going to be easy!" and grinned. I did not get her remark in full for what it was meant.