[Transgender][Pure Love] Meiran and Me (1-5) Medium-Length Novel

Sherman,
March 29, 2016,
first published on sis001.

In M City, at the Eastern High School, the late autumn sun streamed into the classroom, lazily mingling with the students listening to math class.

Sitting in the corner, I never paid attention in math class. Beside me sat a thin girl,
idly taking notes. She was so petite that her size school uniform was too big for her.
She had to wear a size too small.

The white shirt clung tightly to her small chest, while her waist and abdomen remained loose—even the tightest waistband seemed
unable to reach her slender waist. The shirt, being small, barely reached her navel. She pulled her pleated skirt
up high, revealing her fair and firm thighs.

She was my girlfriend, Meiran.

I tilted my head to stare at her face; sunlight shone through her fluffy, ear-length hair, giving it a brown sheen.
Her makeup was light, with a touch of fruity color, but it couldn't hide her paleness, making her all the more endearing.

I couldn't resist reaching out and caressing her knee-high black stockings. Seeing no reaction from her, I moved my hand to
her jade-like thighs. But I dared not linger there, afraid that my rough hands would damage that perfect jade. I
slipped my hand under her skirt; there were no panties to hide it, and I immediately grasped something small,
something that shouldn't belong to a young girl.

Yes, she was a transvestite.

I gently stroked that object with my hand, and she obediently relaxed her body, only her hands abandoning her writing and
tightly holding onto the hem of her skirt, afraid of messing it up. I increased my speed slightly, and she couldn't help but arch her body slightly, parting her lips
and letting out a soft "Ah..." The sound instantly dissipated into the air, so weak that it couldn't penetrate the oppressive air of
the classroom . Even so, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, afraid of making any more noise.

I pretended to be nonchalant and continued what I was doing. After a few minutes, she grabbed my
wrist . She looked at me, her eyes wide with tears, and gently shook her head. I looked at her too, and repeated myself
a few times, feeling a pressure surging from her passage. I immediately gripped her penis.

At that moment, she quickly reached her left hand under her skirt and held her penis. Seeing that she was ready, I let go.
Although it was only a few centimeters long, her slender hand couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds. She had to
put there to cover herself—with both hands under her skirt for those few seconds, her skirt was completely lifted up, and she was practically
sitting naked from the waist down in the classroom, thankfully in a corner.

A few drops of liquid flowed from the short penis. She caught it with her right hand, held it in front of her, and gently
turned her head to look at me. I just smiled slightly at her. Then she stuck out her small tongue and
licked her palm clean little by little.

I reached for her skirt again, making her flustered, and she subconsciously squeezed her legs together. But
this time, I had a wet wipe in my hand. I wiped a stain on my skirt a few times; it had
accidentally dripped there earlier.

"It wouldn't be good if someone saw it," I said. "Hmm..." She lowered her head, her face flushed, and after a moment of stiffness,
continued taking notes.

This scene had happened countless times. And my story with her dates back several years.

I.

My name is Ping Wence, the third generation of the founder of the famous Ping Group. I have an older brother, five years my senior,
who is currently the president of several companies under the Ping Group; and a younger brother, a genius
studying at a business school abroad.

Actually, I also have some talent, but it's completely unrelated to business. I've loved mechanics since I was little and have shown
considerable ability. I even built a workshop in my room. However, my family naturally could
n't my antics. Besides my father, my brother basically controlled the household; he didn't want to share the wealth with anyone,
especially my brother who was also passionate about business. I myself wanted to stay away from business, which my older brother
was more than happy do. Once I was financially independent, he bought me a house in M city, arranged a school for me, and let me live independently,
far from the family and the company.

I have a villa on the outskirts of M city, half of which I've converted into a laboratory and workshop. Aside from
taking money from the family fund as needed, my patents in aerodynamics and synthetic metal materials are enough
to ensure a comfortable life.

Although I have a status at school, I eat in the school cafeteria when I'm supposed to, do my chores as usual, and
I never complain about going out for barbecue with my good buddies, nor am I stingy when treating others to lavish meals. I have a few
close friends, something those young masters who spend all their time in elite schools can't do.

But this also has its troubles. While other rich kids have girlfriends in droves, I don't seem to have much luck with
women . One reason might be that I don't like to flaunt my wealth and flirt with girls, and I'm genuinely not that rich. Another reason is
that I seem hesitant to talk to girls; perhaps for these unassuming, down-to-earth girls, getting close to someone like me would be too
dangerous .

One afternoon, I had no classes. After playing basketball with my buddies, I was heading home, taking
a detour through the school's side gate—I usually have a driver, but I didn't want people to see me with a luxury car, so I usually
had him wait for me in a secluded spot.

Suddenly, a faint cry of "Help!" caught my attention. I followed the sound into an alley and
saw four people surrounding a thin figure in a corner.

"You won't submit to us! You pervert!" "If you don't behave, we'll release these photos!
" I looked closer and saw that the people standing there were all students from my grade.

"Hey!" I shouted, "What are you all doing there!" "Ah! Brother Ping!" Because of my reputation,
they all called me "Brother Ping." "This little bitch owes us money and won't pay it back! We were thinking..." "Is
this do things?!" I stepped forward. "Money, right? I have it! Take it and get out of here!" I
emptied my wallet of cash and threw it to the leader.

"Thanks, Brother Ping!" The group tactfully left.

Only then did I notice the girl huddled in the corner, shivering. Her school uniform shirt was filthy, several
buttons torn off. Her jacket was ripped and lying to the side.I squatted down and asked her, "Are you hurt anywhere?" She just shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"How did you get into trouble with them?" She pondered for a moment, then said, "My mother...she..." Before she could finish,
she burst into tears.

I quickly took out a towel, soaked it in the half-finished bottle of mineral water, and wiped away her tears and the dust from her face. Instantly,
a delicate face appeared before me, though her expression was troubled, it was as radiant as the moon in the clouds.

"Yes, your mother certainly doesn't want you to go back like this. Come with me, I'll help you get ready!" As I spoke
, I supported her waist—my arms could almost encircle her—and lifted her up, then led
her by the wrist, because I really didn't know how to hold those slender hands.

She hesitated at first, but then complied.

The driver saw me helping a girl into the car and didn't say anything, driving me home. After thanking
the driver , I led the girl into the yard, ready to go inside. But she suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" "You...you must be very rich," she asked, looking down.

I was completely bewildered. Weren't we from the same school? How could someone not know who I was?
Then I thought, if everyone knew, what was the point of all this low-key behavior?

"Ah… sort of, what's wrong?" I replied, snapping out of my daze. "Rich people… are all bad people…" What was that all about
… I thought to myself. "Aren't you coming in?" She looked up at the door and whispered, "I…
what …" "I'll give you a place to shower and change, then I'll take you home… If you're not coming, I'm leaving." I turned and
walked to the door to open it. "Why did you help me…" She jogged a few steps to catch up.

"Because I'm a good person!" I said with a smile, "By the way, I still don't know your name?" "Liu
… Meiran…" "Ping Wence."

The door opened.

II.

After settling everything in, I sat in the study bathed in the setting sun, listening to the sound of flowing water in the distance. This
girl unlike any I'd ever met before. I'd seen her before, probably at the scholarship award ceremony.
I'd definitely win sports awards and science awards every semester, always ranking behind the truly high achievers.

I remember her because she was different. The girls on stage were either dressed extravagantly or had
a dowdy, bookish look; only she, without makeup and with a cautious demeanor, quietly
attracted my attention. Unfortunately, I rarely saw her and never had a chance to get to know her.

The sound of water stopped, and I rushed over after hearing footsteps. Meiran opened the door, and a wave of heat accompanied her as she
stepped . She was wrapped tightly in a bath towel, one hand protecting her upper body and the other her lower body. Her cheeks were flushed,
and water droplets lingered on her damp hair, some flowing down her delicate neck and accumulating at her deep collarbone.

"Excuse me... do you have any clothes?" Meiran's voice startled me from my reverie. "Ah,
go to , there are clothes on the bed." She turned around, and her knuckles were clearly visible. While she was
showering , I took her clothes, including her underwear and stockings, to wash and dry them quickly. Luckily, I
live alone and am quite efficient. But strangely, I couldn't find a bra. She didn't seem to have much of a chest, so she probably did
n't need one.

After she finished changing, I offered Meiran a cup of hot tea. She was reluctant at first, but eventually
sat down and started talking to me. I learned that she owed money because her mother was seriously ill and needed money,
so she borrowed from the class bully.

"I had already paid it back, but he insisted on interest..." Ugh, what money could that guy possibly have? He
'd probably out fooling around and was being chased by debt collectors, so he was trying to squeeze money out of a young girl.

"But I still don't have any money... Could you... help me..." Looking at Meiran's pitiful appearance, I could
n't refuse. Those big, teary eyes, though single-lidded, were still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Tell me, how much do you want?" "My mother's monthly treatment costs... 60,000 yuan... plus
5,000 yuan for rent..." Although I'm financially secure, this amount is still considerable. I
receive the family fund, and my patents bring in 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Even if I have connections at the hospital to reduce the treatment
costs, it would still be at least 30,000 yuan. I also have to pay 10,000 yuan for the driver's salary. The remaining money would barely
cover . But facing this girl, I was truly captivated.

"How about this, don't worry about your mother. I'll arrange for her to stay in the best hospital." "
Really? Thank you!" Mei Ran smiled through her tears.

"But I really can't pay the rent anymore," I thought. I figured five thousand yuan would at least cover my living expenses. "How about
this, since your mother is in the hospital and someone is taking care of her, why don't you move in with me?" "What...isn't that
a bad idea ?" "There's nothing wrong with it. Besides, how are you going to repay me? Why don't you just be my girlfriend?" "
What...I can't..." Faced with this sudden confession, Meiran was at a loss and instinctively backed away.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. Just move in with me! Don't worry!" Sigh, I didn't expect
a poor girl to be so obedient to me...I guess I'm not good with women!

III.

After Meiran and I moved in together, everything went smoothly. She lived on the third floor, and I lived on the second floor next to my
lab . The first floor had a kitchen, living room, and hall, and there was a storage room and gym in the basement.

Every morning, I got up early to prepare breakfast for the two of us. I enjoy cooking, and the housekeeper I have mostly
just cleans the rooms. Before, I mostly bought things from convenience stores. After Meiran moved in, I
made her breakfast almost every day, and sometimes dinner too. Meiran ate happily, and her health improved significantly; she wasn't
as .

We were even transferred to the same class at school so our schedules would be the same, making it easier for us to go to and from school together.Over the weekend, I went shopping with her so she could buy some clothes she liked. For some reason, I hadn't felt this kind of romance in a long time; we were practically boyfriend and girlfriend. 　　A few weeks later, I passed by another classroom, and that troublemaker grinned at me: "Ping, you're amazing! I didn't expect that transvestite girl to actually fall for you." "What transvestite?" I was completely confused. 　　"That Liu Meiran! Aren't you two together? How come you didn't realize she's male?"

"Who's with her?" I retorted, "And what do you mean by 'with a penis'?" The gang leader grabbed me and dragged me to
the stairwell : "Brother Ping, look, these are photos I took when I confronted her..." He pulled out several photos.

The person in the pictures was none other than Liu Meiran. Her clothes were almost completely stripped off, and her body
was writhing in pain. More importantly, between her legs, it wasn't a woman's triangle, but a male
organ!

"You bastard, don't worry about what happened to her, I don't think you deserve to be called a man for doing something like this!
" I yelled.

"Yes, yes, Brother Ping, but these are the only ones that exist, I swear! I'll give
you the photos now... With these photos, you can make that girl do whatever you want. Help me contact the cops and
take down those drug dealers near the school, I owe them money, I really have no other choice!" ...

I was in a daze all day. No wonder Meiran looked different from others; she
's actually a man. I also understand why she didn't want to be my girlfriend—she was afraid her identity would be exposed… After
we had dinner out and returned home together, we didn't say much. It wasn't until we got inside that I brought it up with Meiran
.

"Meiran, you're actually a boy, right?" Hearing this, Meiran
froze like a startled animal. "No… oh, that's true… how… how did you know…" "Is that why you didn't want to be my
girlfriend ?" "…Would you like me if I were a transvestite… mmm…" I cupped her head and kissed her. Her
lips were small and delicate, irresistible.

"Mmm… mmm…" At first, she tried to push me away, but then she gripped my clothes tightly.

"Meiran, of course I like you! I don't care if you're a transvestite or not!" I whispered in her ear
.

"Hmm..." "Then will you be my girlfriend?" "Hmm..." "Now that you're my girlfriend,
what should we do?" "Hmm...? Ah!" I picked her up in a princess carry and carried her into the bedroom, placing her
on the large bed. She crouched there like a kitten. I stood in front of her, pulled down my pants, revealing my
already erect penis.

"No!!!" Meiran was so frightened that she backed away from the headboard, "You guys! This is so uncomfortable!" Maybe
the person who raped and harassed her before was too rough.

"It's okay, I won't move, you do it yourself." I reassured her.

Meiran slowly crawled over, a little bewildered.

"Today... please don't touch my lower part, okay..." "It's okay, we'll take it slow." She stared at
the large penis in front of her, grasping it with one hand to feel its thickness. It would be difficult for most girls to grasp it with one hand,
and although Meiran's hand was slender and delicate, it was still noticeably larger than that of an average woman.

"Mmm..." She enveloped the first third of my glans with her lips, then licked it with her tongue. She then
lifted her head, seemingly watching my reaction. I reached out and nudged her head. She opened her mouth wide, taking
my penis inside.

"Ahhh..." She gasped, her eyes wide and cheeks puffed out, like a choked hamster.

I tried thrusting in and out, but her body swayed back and forth softly, and my penis remained stuck
. I couldn't resist any longer, so I forcefully pulled her head in and pushed it in. Surprisingly, it went smoothly
down throat and into her esophagus. I felt a powerful pressure that ejected my penis.

"Ugh...cough cough cough..." Meiran turned her head away, coughing incessantly, one hand still holding my penis. "I'm sorry...

are you alright, Meiran?" "Mmm..." From then on, Meiran seemed to have taken a liking to this large
toy . Although she didn't yet know how to perform oral sex, she sucked, licked, and kissed it with all her might, occasionally
rubbing it against her face, closing her eyes to feel its warmth.

"Mmm...I'm going to cum...Meiran, don't get it dirty!" Meiran tightened her grip on the semen, opening her mouth to await the baptism of
my semen .

I thrust my hips forward, and thick streams of semen gushed out. Meiran caught it at first, but when
a drop , she quickly took my glans into her mouth. Then, with a final effort, she swallowed all the semen.

After tidying up, I lay down with Meiran in my arms, letting her rest her head on one arm, and wrapping my other arm around her small
breasts. She clung tightly to my arm. Her back pressed against mine, her warm body letting me feel her
unique scent. In the quiet of the night, she softly recounted her past.

I learned that she had lost her father at a young age and was raised by her mother. She had always believed she should be a girl,
so she never knew how to define herself and became withdrawn. By the age of 14, her body had
not developed into a male form, but rather exhibited female characteristics. After a hospital check-up, it was discovered that her
testosterone levels were extremely low. Considering her self-identity issues, the doctor decided to administer estrogen
in preparation for future sex reassignment surgery. However, her mother's sudden serious illness meant she didn't have enough money to continue
her medication, making the surgery even more difficult.

"Do you still want to have sex reassignment surgery?" "I feel... I'm already used to this identity.
My heart and appearance are already those of a girl..." She turned over, "I used to think that only by becoming a real
girl would someone love me... but now..." "It's okay, I'm here. Just be yourself." I kissed
her forehead. "It's getting late, get some sleep."

The

next day, she barely spoke to me, remaining silent.

On the way to school, she stared blankly out the car window. At school, even sitting next to me, she deliberately
kept a little distance.

At lunchtime, I sat opposite her and asked..."What's wrong?" As always, she didn't dare to look up, but this time she closed her eyes and shook her head. 　　"...Nothing." At times like this, the atmosphere always froze, the noise of the cafeteria taking center stage. 　　"I'm sorry." I broke the silence first. 　　"Hmm? What..." "I'm sorry for reminding you of what those people did to you..." "..." Silence .

I tried to comfort her, "But I'm different from them..." "I know..." "Know what?" I was
surprised by her sudden outburst.

"You're different from them... I like Brother Wenze..." "Really?" Without me noticing, she
took off her shoes and, under the table, lightly brushed my shoes, legs, and down to my crotch with her silk-stockinged feet. After a while, she stammered,
"I like... Brother Wenze's... big penis!" She chuckled, revealing a long-lost, genuine smile.

I smiled too. It was a rare feeling, that
feeling of having something that wasn't mine, but something I had fought for.

"Ping Wenze!" Suddenly someone called me, startling me. Meiran quickly pulled her foot back. I turned around
and saw it was Qiao Yijing, the student council president.

Qiao Yijing was a recognized good student, very enthusiastic about various activities, and possessed strong management and leadership skills. She was
nearly 170cm tall, with enviable long legs, but they were always wrapped in thick black velvet pantyhose
because she was frail and couldn't stand the cold. That's why her thin face was always unusually pale.
However, her breasts were surprisingly firm compared to her frail body.

"Ping Wence, after discussion, the school has agreed to install the wind turbine you designed in the main teaching building
. The education department will be coming to inspect, and the school wants you to give a presentation." "Why don't you just go?" I've always
hated this kind of thing, as if those officials would actually understand.

"But... I don't understand these technological things, how can I explain it?" Qiao Yijing couldn't force me.

"Then I'll teach you a few words later." Soon in the classroom, I slowly explained
the principles —that is, how to use technical terms to fool laymen. I took out a professional handbook for
Qiao Yijing to look at. She carefully flipped through it, her long eyelashes reflecting the sunlight, her ponytail cascading down her front,
embellishing her charming figure.

I had a pretty good impression of Qiao Yijing. It wasn't an environment where people were striving for personal gain or idly relying on
their family's wealth.
It was truly rare to find someone who genuinely cared about their classmates' ideals, including my invention.

Suddenly, Qiao Yijing coughed. "What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing… I've been a bit busy lately, and I'm a little feverish." "Hey, Meiran… could you get some hot water for the chairperson
?" Meiran, who had been sitting next to me, obediently took the thermos to get some water.

"Honestly, you're always making Meiran do this and that. Even your girlfriend wouldn't act
like this." "Who said she's my girlfriend? I just give her a ride sometimes." I made up an excuse.

Meiran brought back the hot water. "Thank you!" Qiao Yijing took it and sipped it.

"Really, you're not feeling well, yet you're still working so hard." I patted Qiao Yijing's head, smoothing out the frizz.

"Ugh...touching my head like that..." All afternoon, Meiran watched us from the side, seemingly
plotting something.

Perhaps she was overthinking it. Or perhaps not. Girls' minds are inherently difficult to fathom. Especially
this not-so-"pure" girl.

What happened next proved this point.

One

evening, we ate together as usual, then I went to the study next to the studio to continue
my research design, while she went to her room to do her homework. It was ten o'clock at night, and I suddenly lost inspiration for my
design, sitting in front of the computer, absentmindedly flipping through materials. Suddenly the door opened, and I turned around to see Meiran
come in, holding a celadon mug.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" I asked. "Great scientist, you've worked hard..." She walked to my side, placing
the mug on the table; it contained my favorite black coffee. I took a sip; it had espresso in it.

"I wasn't planning on staying up all night." "Maybe..." Meiran smiled mischievously.

It was only then that I came to my senses. Meiran was wearing a white gauze nightgown, which she had picked out herself while we were shopping together
. However, she wasn't wearing pajama bottoms, or even underwear, but instead, she was wearing white suspender stockings, looking both
playful and sexy. Seeing her dressed like this, I already had a pretty good idea of what she was up to.

"Come on, I've washed up, it's...cleaned up..." I was completely bewildered. How could
the usually shy and obedient Meiran be acting like this today? But who could think so much in this situation?
Deep down, I was still hoping for this to happen.

I pushed her down onto the bed, enjoying her small, soft lips. My right hand reached down to her anus, and with a gentle
push, accompanied by a soft moan, my middle finger was enveloped in her tender flesh. It was obvious that she had just been cleaned
; the vaginal walls were still a little cold, not yet warmed up. She turned her back to me, then turned to kiss me,
one hand playing with her own penis, the other grasping my magnificent member, trying to push it into her anus.
I thrust in forcefully, but only a few centimeters in before she let out a scream.

Like a frightened kitten, she quickly curled up and rolled over, taking my huge penis
into her mouth and sucking hard, trying to lubricate it further. She looked up at me as she sucked, her erotic expression
a stark contrast to her usual shyness and caution.

I stroked her long hair, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me. Soon she seemed tired of sucking, releasing
her mouth and lying back. I rolled over her limp body and thrust into her anus, this time
only managing a few centimeters.

"Ah…mm…oh ahhh…" Meiran moaned softly in rhythm with my movements.

After five minutes, Meiran suddenly tightened her buttocks, the intense pressure making it difficult for me to pull out.

"It's…it's going to break…ah…it's coming…" Meiran convulsed, reaching orgasm,
a few drops of fluid dripping from my penis.After ejaculating, Meiran was too weak to move on her own. I grabbed her neck with both hands, gripped her from behind, and thrust into her beautiful buttocks repeatedly. 　　"Ugh... I'm going to cum!" I felt a tingling sensation. 　　"Mmm..." Meiran struggled to sit up, moving slightly with me. 　　With a series of thrusts, I ejaculated inside Meiran's anus. As her anus tightened, a few drops of thick semen spilled out.

We were both exhausted, and lay down in each other's arms.

"Meiran...Meiran is yours now, isn't she..." she said, pressing against my chest.

"What do you mean..." "Then why did you do all that to me just now..." "It's all because you seduced me, you little vixen.
" "I love you..."

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