The Girl with a Secret or Melissa

Hello, Dear Reader!

After a six-month break, I've taken up the virtual pen again and offer my next story for your judgment, my friends! The story told here happened to me recently. Maybe some things didn't happen exactly as I described them here, but I assure everyone who will read my work — my words are the purest truth. So, listen to the story about Melissa. My dear girl is not quite a girl. She was once a man, or rather a guy. So, if this topic doesn't interest you, I ask you to close the window and go read other stories. I won't be offended.

A brief note for those reading my stories for the first time: I am 20 years old. My name is Vlad and I have been living in Germany for 18 years. My city has about 3 million inhabitants. I won't give the city's name... you never know, someone might find out, and I don't like fame or public attention. I myself am not gay. Sorry if I disappointed anyone. I have always liked girls and also "girls" who used to be boys... well, or just good-looking transvestites. I can't even imagine having sex with a guy... But I digress. So, I am 190 centimeters tall. I've been swimming and doing fitness since childhood and look quite trained. My face, according to others, is nice, sharply defined, and masculine. I don't like talking about myself in general, so I'll only add that I recently (for a few months now) have been studying at the university in my city. (Greetings to all future lawyers!)

From the first day at the university, I really liked it. In our stream (don't be surprised that I use Russian terminology and know words like "stream," "para" (class)... I just have many friends from the former Soviet Union and although I'm starting to forget Russian, I still try to keep it up... this story is an example)... so, in our stream, there were about 100 people, all from different countries. Well, many had already lived in Germany for a long time, and most of the students were born here. But there were also those who had recently arrived from abroad. Our course had many Germans (logically), Poles, a few Russians, Spaniards, Turks, Arabs. Besides that, there are Italians and some other exotic nationalities. It's a great sight. All skin colors and a bunch of different religions and languages. About 40% of all students were girls. I had just recently broken up with my girlfriend then, so I was pleased with the prospect of finding someone on my course. Among other things, not everyone on our course was from our city.

Many were, so to speak, newcomers, and from their wandering, searching looks, it was clear that they, having started studying at the university, had opened a new page in life, which means most of them were single. But there weren't too many beautiful girls among us, so I immediately started acting. Searching for a girl is a serious business! First, I got to know everyone I could, and then I started thinking about which of our lovely girls I should start hitting on. Here, however, I was unlucky: those who I liked didn't look at me at all, and those who repelled me stared at me like I was an icon. Usually, these were German girls. Sorry, but this nation isn't particularly distinguished by beautiful women. During the first lectures, I sat and didn't observe the professors much. I was rather looking for my "victim," and then one day, on Wednesday, that is, three days after the start of lectures, a girl walked into the auditorium. I didn't even hear her come in, I just saw out of the corner of my eye that someone was sitting down near me. I quickly looked at her and immediately noted that I hadn't seen her here before. Strange that she was absent for the first two days. But I forgot about that pretty quickly, as I began quickly assessing her face and figure. She had dark skin, thick black hair, and a very pretty face. Her face was somehow a bit childlike with correctly defined features. Her face was highlighted by burning brown eyes, plump lips, and a miniature nose. I didn't have time to examine her figure, and she suddenly looked at me, and I had to turn away. From then on, we started having "shootouts" with our eyes. During lectures, we always found each other with our eyes and looked. This went on for several weeks.

This annoyed me, but I couldn't find any opportunity to approach her and get acquainted. She would run off somewhere after lectures, and in general, she seemed strange to me. Several times I saw her from behind and noticed that she had a small butt. Her jeans hugged her hips in a funny way, and it was clear she was a bit self-conscious about it. Her butt was nicely shaped but a bit disproportionate to her height. By the way, about her height. Compared to me, she was small... about 165 centimeters, no more. There was something in her walk that made it clear — she wants to attract attention.

But then came the moment when finally everything went as I wanted. I got acquainted with a couple of compatriots from the course, and one day I saw my dark-skinned beauty talking to an acquaintance of mine from Russia. We had just struck up an acquaintance with her the day before. Her name was Sveta. I immediately approached them and, under some pretext, joined the conversation. Melissa's gaze (that's her name, as I found out later) burned me once again. She looked at me in a very strange way. Her eyes were always wide open, and it seemed like she saw a ghost in my place. This, by the way, scared me a bit at first, but then I got used to it. So, Sveta uttered the cherished words and introduced me to her. I don't even remember why Sveta had to run off, but after a few minutes, she disappeared, for which I am still very grateful to her. I needed to go online, and I invited Melissa to come with me. On the way, we asked each other about life. I told her I was from Russia. Said I had been living here for quite a long time... I don't even remember what I talked about. The main thing is, she listened and didn't interrupt. Then she started talking. She said she was also 20 years old. Told me something about her old school. I noticed she had a rather peculiar voice for a girl. It wasn't low, but it was somehow hoarse and pleasant. She told me she was born in Turkey and came to Germany at age 5. Despite the fairly early age at which she came here, she had an accent, and that didn't escape me. But I liked her accent in its own way. She said her parents live here in Germany, but they no longer communicate. That surprised me then, but I didn't ask. Later I understood why Melissa no longer maintains contact with her parents and relatives. But for now, I just listened. She said she came to our city from western Germany, currently lives in a dormitory, and is looking for a suitable apartment. I was about to hint that I had another room free, but then I thought that would be too much. By this time, we had already reached the computer lab, and our conversation was interrupted for a while...

A month passed.

Melissa and I were already sitting together in all lectures and studying for exams together. Studies were getting more and more difficult, and we spent almost 10 hours a day with textbooks. But there was a plus to this — such a daily routine brought us closer. Although Kitten (my nickname for her) wasn't very good at understanding legislation, she immediately developed a feel for purely legal subtleties, so studying with her was easy. I felt that I was slowly falling in love with her. Stupid, because I had just broken up with my girlfriend and swore that now I wouldn't even think about relationships with the opposite sex for at least half a year. I don't like falling head over heels in love in general, but what can you do... I also felt that Melissa was drawn to me, and she showed it at every opportunity. Either we'd joke a bit dirty, and she'd shoot a glance at me, or she'd accidentally touch me. In conversations, we discussed more about me. My friend for some reason didn't like talking about herself, especially about her past. She didn't remember anything about Turkey anymore, and she was silent about Germany. So we communicated with her...

Days passed, and, having overcome the first step, I couldn't approach the next one and deepen our acquaintance. And then I got lucky! There was a party at our faculty on Wednesday, and we both went. Everyone was there: our acquaintances, people from other courses, and a lot of completely unfamiliar people. The whole party took place on the university grounds and resembled a disco in a more civilized interpretation. The fun started around 22:00 and ended at half past midnight. During that time, we managed to dance and have fun to the fullest. When the party ended, Melissa and I went outside. The nights were already getting cold, and I gave her my jacket because she started shaking from the cold. The car was parked near the university, and we walked to the parking lot. On the way, I thought about whether I would ruin our relationship if I invited her to come to my place now. She was saying something, but I wasn't listening, and when she finally noticed that I wasn't following her thoughts at all and frowned, I finally asked her. My proposal was accepted with great pleasure. By this time, she already knew roughly where I lived and, approaching the car, joked, saying that I was just lazy and didn't want to drive her to the dorm on the other side of the city. Well, she was right: it's an 8-minute drive to my house. To her dorm, I would have had to drive for half an hour.

Getting into the car, we finally felt warm. My Sunshine took off my jacket, and while she was throwing it on the back seat, I once again admired her great, high breasts. Those breasts turned me on every time I looked at them. The thought even flashed through my mind that I would be a complete fool if I didn't use my chance today. The night city was bustling with life, but we quickly got home. Going up to my 5th floor, I let my Kitten into my home. It was her first time at my place, and she looked around with curiosity. I had been living alone for 2 years, but the apartment wasn't richly furnished. The only good thing about my apartment was the presence of two rooms. Usually, students can only afford one room, but I was lucky and found an inexpensive two-room apartment. However, everything else was rather Spartan. Narrow corridors, a small kitchen and bathroom. And there were problems with furniture — student-like sparseness: a chair, a table, a bed, a computer. I took off my shoes and asked Melissa where she wanted to sleep. In my room on the bed or in the living room on the sofa. My head was pounding, thinking I was saying the wrong thing, but my natural shyness wouldn't leave me alone that evening. I was just passing by Melissa, and she, stopping me with her hand, said she wanted to sleep with me. I froze. The last stupid thoughts were still spinning in my head that maybe I misunderstood her. My heart started pounding, and I suddenly was glad my apartment was so narrow. The corridor literally pressed us against each other, and within a second, we started kissing tenderly. I had never felt anything like it before. I managed to turn off the light in the corridor, and we stood in the twilight and kissed. I felt her breath and touched her lips so tenderly, as if it were my first kiss. A captivating scent came from her, and I slowly moved my hands down to her waist. She trembled in my hands, and that just made me hot. I felt that she was somehow terribly excited, and this excitement was transmitted to me. My hand went under her pullover and, pulling her bra up, began to caress her breast. I felt how firm my Sunshine's breast was and realized I would explode soon. My member was already tearing through my pants. Then I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I didn't feel her weight at all. She weighed 46 kg then, but for me that night, she was like a weightless feather.

In the bedroom, putting her on the bed, I pulled off my sweater along with my T-shirt and stood before her topless. Melissa sat on the bed and began caressing my nipples, stroking my stomach with her hands and sometimes touching the bulge in my pants. This couldn't go on for long, and I started undressing her. Suddenly, Melissa pushed me away and said she couldn't. I didn't even understand what she meant at first and kept reaching for her. Then it dawned on me, and I asked what was wrong. She was trembling all over, and I felt terribly sorry for her. I thought then that she was still a virgin and just scared. But Melissa stunned me with something else. She said something, and the meaning of those words didn't reach me right away. "I'm a guy." I just sat on the bed, looking at her. "How? What do you mean?" Questions poured out of me, but I immediately fell silent. A stupid situation. I already guessed what I was about to hear. In Germany, not often, but you can meet shemales. These are former guys or men who have had operations. I even once saw such a girl in our company at a disco. They told me then that she was a former guy. I would never have guessed myself, as the girl looked even more feminine than the other girls.

Melissa whispered that at 18, she had her first operation and over the last two years had changed almost everything about herself. And I sat there, not thinking about anything. My erection was gone, and I started to feel cold. My Sunshine sat on the bed, tucking her legs under herself. "If you tell me to leave, I'll understand," she said. I just sat there like a fool and couldn't utter a word. We sat like that for about 10 minutes, and Melissa slowly started getting dressed. She put on her bra, pulled on her sweater, and got up from the bed. She took the first step, and then I finally burst. I grabbed her by the hand, laid her back on the bed next to me, and started kissing her. In such moments, it's hard to speak but easy to act. Sometimes your mind just goes blank. I am not a homosexual, but even when I was with my girlfriend, I told her that in principle, I wouldn't mind having sex with a well-operated "girl." Those were just words then. Now they turned into action. Touching Melissa's face, I felt tears on her cheeks. I started kissing her lips, and my hands went under her sweater for the second time that day. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started actively kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. My member ached again, and without thinking long, I started undressing her. First, I undressed her to the waist and began caressing her breasts with my hands. Her little tits stood out in the night twilight, and I ran my hands over them, sometimes squeezing her nipples. Now I felt that this breast was a bit different. It was a bit firmer and more sexual than other girls'. Girls' breasts usually hang slightly (which also turns me on), but Melissa's breasts stuck up, "forgetting" about gravity. When I licked her nipples, Melissa moaned, and that turned me on even more. I reached for the zipper on her jeans. Her hands lay on mine: "Are you sure you want this?" I didn't answer anything and just kissed her. Unbuttoning her jeans, I pulled them off her legs. She was wearing a thong. She suddenly stood up on the bed, and her waist was at the level of my forehead (my Kitten is quite short). She turned her back to me and, bending over, slowly started pulling down her panties. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and I suddenly realized that soon I would be having sex with a former guy. This thought raced through my head, but I didn't resist it at all. One thing is if I gave myself to a guy and became passive. Here, I might not be having sex with a girl, but I was still a guy, and talking about homosexuality here is stupid. I realized that perhaps I had found what I had always been looking for — that very extreme that I lacked with my previous girlfriend. I looked at the outline of her miniature butt in the dark and inhaled her pleasant body scent. She stepped over her panties on the bed and remained standing with her back to me. I waited for her to turn to me, but she stood motionless. Then I pulled her to me and kissed her butt. She sighed languidly. I put my hands on her waist and turned her towards me. My face was almost touching her thighs, and when she turned to me completely, right before my eyes, I saw a half-erect penis. It was pressing against my face. Hers was smaller than mine. My member is about 19 centimeters. Hers was maybe 14.

The penis smelled of heated flesh. Melissa stood not breathing, and it seemed to me,

that I could hear her heart beating. She opened up to me, and I understood that if I rejected her now, she would never talk to me again. I slowly rubbed my cheek against her penis, feeling the shaved skin, and reached for it with my hands. Taking someone else's penis in my hands for the first time in my life, I started slowly jerking it off. Melissa was barely standing on her feet anyway, but then her legs trembled, and she slowly began to sink onto the bed. I helped her down and laid her on her back, continuing what I started. I massaged her flesh and watched the pleasure it gave her. Melissa smiled in the dark, and from her trembling legs, it was clear she was at the peak of arousal. Then she reached for my head with her hands. She put her hands on my head and whispered: "Please... I've been dreaming about this for several months." I wanted to please her... and besides, I also wanted to suck her penis because at that moment, I didn't perceive her as a guy. She is a girl with a small penis. I would never take a guy's penis in my mouth,