In Charge at Last
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I think that for me, the hardest thing about becoming a woman was surrendering domination.
I was always a big guy, and a powerful build.
I am not saying that I was a bully, but when you are a man, size makes you dominate smaller men,
even without really trying.

Becoming a woman was important to me.
I could get smooth and soft, but if you are big, you can’t get small.
You just have to become more feminine so that size is less important.
And if possible, you need to find a big guy to be your man.
Somebody you look small beside, but not somebody who makes you feel small.

But for Rob I went down on my knees. That is what women do when they fall in love.
He was the right man for me, and I wanted to give myself to him, completely.
He pushed his belly into my face. I could feel his cock touching my boobs.

“You have such beautiful hair,” he said. I did.
I was more fortunate than many to have a good amount of hair after my orchiectomy and hormone therapy,
and I grew it long and kept it looking as good as possible.
As a big girl I knew that I needy to flaunt my good features.

“Would you like to suck my cock?” he said.

“I would love to have your cock, but I would like you to put it somewhere else,”
I said to him. “I have always had a mouth, but where I want your cock is something new,
and truly beautiful.”

I had to push him back on the couch and show him what kind of a woman I was.
I did not spend all this time and money to have him gag me with his junk!
I mean, I love this guy, but I want my pleasure too.
This mouth is for kissing, and for telling him how much I adore him.
I have a pussy now, and that is where his cock belongs.

Yes, I am his, but we are still the same size.
Yes, he can dominate me, but only because I like it that way.

The End.

© Maryanne Peters 2025

The images are from Kathleen43 on Deviant Art