"Can I see it one more time, Alexis?"

"Yeh," I reply pulling back my sheet. "Are you going to miss it?" I ask, hoping she isn't.

My girlfriend, Carrie, reaches her hand to stroke my small cock answering, "A little. I loved sucking you. You know that. But, I am excited to touch your new parts."

I watch as she handles my cock and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on its tip. Seeing this, I suddenly feel a twinge of sadness.

"Hey Carrie, if you don't mind, could I have a few minutes alone."

"Sure, babe. I will be back before they wheel you into surgery," she says, leaning over to kiss my lips.

I smile at her and after she walks out the door, a tear rolls down my cheek. Don't get me wrong. I am not regretting my surgery, but you must understand my cock and I have been together for a long time. Like Carrie, I will miss it. I cup it with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the head. It is smaller than average - a side effect of the hormone blockers I took before puberty. I didn't mind though as I love the boobs I got.

I have wanted a vagina for as long as I can remember. But, now as the time has finally come, I'm feeling a little love for my cock. Wiping my tears away, I know it will be weird waking up without it. I will grieve the loss of my penis ... a little. 

~~~

Six months later...

"Are you excited?" Carrie asks, linking her arm in mine as we enter the department store.

"Well yeah! Bathing suit shopping was so hard before - always worrying about how to hide my cock. But no more!" I say, patting my flat pelvic mound. 

"I know you had a rough recovery after surgery, but it was worth it, right? You are pussylicious now."

"I love that word - pussylicious." I smile, kissing her cheek. 

We head to the swimsuits and dive right in, grabbing lots of swimsuits. Carrie sees I picked one with a skirted bottom and yanks it out of my hand.

"No need for this, Alexis," she says, hanging it back on the rack.

"Old habits," I giggle. 

I head to the dressing room to try on my suits. First up - a modest black two-piece.

After I have the suit on, my eyes shoot to my crotch, still expecting to see some hint of a bulge. I turn to the side, closely examining my pelvic region. Cracking the door, I call, "Carrie, come here and look."

"No, you get your cute ass out here! Show off that hot bod!"

Somewhat reluctantly, I walk out and meet her in front of the three-way mirror in the sitting area. 

"Fuck, you look awesome!" 

"Really?" I ask, trying to see all sides in the mirror. I notice my surgery scars on my upper thighs right away, and trace them with my fingers.

"Stop that," Carrie says, brushing my hands away. "Be proud of your battle scars. They show what a tough bitch you are!"

"Oh my." She moves behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. "You are breathtaking, babe. Now, this is a good start, but let's see more," she says, patting my ass to shoo me back to the dressing room. 

I try on several more ... still riding on the conservative side ... especially on the bottoms. I am just used to having to hide a cock and hard to realize I don't have that worry anymore. While, back in the room, a bikini comes flying over the door.

“Try on this polka dot one. It will look hot on you,” Carrie says.

I put it on - what there is of it. Basically 4 tiny pieces are held together by strings attempting to cover some of my breasts and ass. Oh my God, can I really walk out in this? I crack the door to peek out, seeing if anyone else is around. Not seeing anyone, I walk out toward Carrie.

When she sees me, she squeals, "Ahhhhhh! You are so freakin' sexy!"

I blush, looking at myself in the mirror. I can't believe my eyes. I do feel sexy. She moves behind me and wraps her arms around my bare tummy, resting her chin on my shoulder. We both stare at my reflection in the mirror.

"Look at yourself! Just look!" 

"I am looking," I say smiling.

"You look great, babe!" 

"I kinda do, don't I?" Reality hits me, modeling this teenie weenie polka dot bikini. My dream has finally come true. I look like the person on the outside who I have always felt I was inside. I match!

"Come on," she says pulling me towards the dressing room.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, giggling.

"This!" she says, cupping my breasts as soon as the door shuts behind us. 

Her thumb rubs my nipple until it strains against the flimsy fabric. I bury my squeal into her shoulder. She pops one of my breasts out of the bikini top. Bending her head down, she sucks my nipple. I bite my fingers to silence myself.

"Carrie, someone will hear us," I whisper.

She answers by biting my nipple.

"We can't."

"Shhhhh."

She isn't playing fair, knowing how much I love her sucking my nipples. I am on fire and give in, reaching for her breasts. My hands move underneath her top, happy to find she isn't wearing a bra. I love squeezing her plump tits. 

She whispers how beautiful I am while nibbling my earlobe, moaning.

We grind our crotches against each other, passionately kissing, fondling each other. 

My new pussy is tight. It still feels different to me. Making me gasp, she slides her fingers inside my bikini and thrusts her slender fingers inside my pussy. We lock eyes in the mirror. She loves watching my face react to these new touches.

I slide my fingers up her skirt and rub her clit through her panties. She slides my bikini bottom over so she can finger-fuck me harder. Her fingers plunge deeper and faster as I strum her clit matching her movements.

"Cum, babe," she commands.

So turned on, I can only grunt a response. My quivering legs struggle to hold me up. We both near our needed release. 

"Oh my God," she whispers as her legs shake against mine.

"Fu ....." I whisper as I cum too.

We hold each other up, quivering from our orgasms. Hugging each other, we kiss and giggle about our dressing room naughtiness. 

I reach down and feel the wet crotch of the polka dot bikini.

"Oh no," I whisper.

Carrie unties the strings of my bikini, letting it fall to the floor, and says, "No worries. We are taking this one. My treat." 

We both stand beside each other for a few moments, looking at my naked body in the mirror. I love what I see. Truly, love my body. 

I hug her and kiss her saying, "Thank you for being there - throughout all of it, Carrie."

"Where else would I be, babe. It just means the world to me to see the way your face lit up when you saw yourself in that bikini."

Oh, the power of a bikini. What a perfect start to my new life as a woman.