Brewing Up A Storm

This short story is based on the two characters that were in my first story Elaine and Me. Some years have elapsed and they are still in love. I think that this story might illustrate the prejudice experienced by TS women everywhere. If anyone has any comments then please let me know.

"Darling will you help me get ready?" Elaine asked standing in the doorway.

"Sure," he replied smiling at the scantily clad woman standing before him.

"I've got just 30 minutes to get myself ready before we leave for the show," she said trying not be impatient.

He looked at her hair long but definitely not straight, her clothing she held in her hands dirty and smelling more of horses than was usual. There was some straw or hay poking out of her hair.

"Get upstairs and get stripped right off," he commanded, "give me that stuff and I'll start the washing machine."

He took the bundle of really dirty clothes and watched her rear disappear out the door and up the stairs. She was all girl. He could hear her rush up the stairs just clad in her pantyhose, panties and sports bra.

"What happened?" He asked her when he'd started the machine and had found a bath sheet to rest on the radiator in the bathroom.

As she stripped off and put the rest of her dirty clothing in the laundry basket, he ran the bath water and poured a generous helping of lavender bath oil into the piping hot water. He mixed up the oil into the water as she gingerly tried to get into the hot water.

"John it's too hot," she said complaining.

"Never mind we don't have time, get in will you," he said turning on the cold water tap harder.

He enjoyed watching her body move as she gingerly sat deeper into the foaming water that covered her shaven vagina. Her natural looking breasts now unsupported bobbed up and down sexily.

"Do you still like what you see?" She asked him once she'd adjusted to the hot water that was soothing her aching joints.