A Young Man In America

I arrived in America as a young man running from communism. I spoke little English at the time and was not yet educated for a profession. I got the job I could which was working at a hotel in the kitchens, as a dishwasher. The night manager of the kitchen was a man from Mexico and he continuously bothered me. Touching me on my behind and calling me names of flowers and butterflies. He would whisper in my ear that he wanted me and told he he was going to have me and that I was going to like it.

One night after we got off work he was waiting. He had a car and he told me to get in. We went to his apartment, a dirty place on the second floor. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me and told me I was going to be his girlfriend. He got undressed, and stood before me totally without clothes. He told me to grab him, to hold his penis in my hand. I was very nervous, holding his penis made me feel very strange. He undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants and pushed my pants down. He reached in my underwear for my penis, and pushing my underwear down he rubbed his penis against mine.

Soon I was also totally naked and he ran his hands all over me, kissing me. He kissed my penis and sucked it and rubbed his penis across my face and lips. Telling me to open my mouth he inserted his penis and I began to suck. I remember very vividly the feeling of his penis in my mouth and how my desires had gone on fire. We kissed for a long time on his bed, while we used our hands to hold and massage each other's penis. His hand would from time to time run over my bear behind until he lay me on my stomach and got on my back.

That night I became his girlfriend. He had sex with me as I held the pillow from his bed. After sex, when he was laying on his back he invited me to suck him again, which I did. it was late and we had worked a long shift and we fell asleep not waking until the sun was up. I was a girl I told myself.

I loved being a girl. I bought underwear at first to wear. When I got money I bought a dress. I bought a wig one day and I bought makeup and learned how to dress and walk like a girl. I was so in love with being a girl, having him make love to me. To kiss me, and I found I enjoyed doing the the girl things for him. Taking his clothes to the laundromat, sweeping his apartment, cleaning his room and bathroom. Whenever I wasn't at work I was a girl, for him to penetrate, to make love to, to kiss.

One night he did not come to work. I never heard from him again. Going back to my small apartment was very lonely. I started going out at night on my days off. There was this small bar close by and I went there dressed as a girl to go out with men. Men who enjoyed me being a girl before having sex with me. For three years I was a girl after work, I slept like a girl, dressed like a girl, behaved like a girl. Only at work was I a man.

One of the men that had sex with me, an older man with white hair and a half beard, told me I should go to a school to learn something to support myself. Being a dishwasher wasn't a way to become rich in America. I went to a local school and studied business. I spoke better English and was very familiar with my area of town. At school I went as a man, I went to work at night, and I was a girl the rest of the day. I graduated and got a job in an office and I went on to a college to become a professional. I was by then in my late twenties and being a girl wasn't as easy any more. I wasn't thin, I had become a man.

Maybe because of how I grew up, in the country where I grew up, I had an advantage over the American staff and rose into management and one day I was promoted as Vice President. I had a nice house, and a nice car and a savings account. My days after I arrived were a long time in the past. I hardly could remember those days when I was a girl, although I remembered my love affair with the night manager of the kitchen at the hotel. It proved to be the source of masturbation and still is.

I am a respected man in retirement, I only wear women's underwear at home, and a dress once in a while. I keep my relationships a secret, I have a young man who is my lover, he is new to America and works in a restaurant as a waiter, which is how I met him. I am encouraging him to learn English and to study and I make love with him. I know how he feels, I was once a young man like him.