I [M] met my now-wife [TF] when she was my student. She’s a trans girl. Now we live in the suburbs and basically no one knows.

“Sarah” and I met when she was my student and I was her professor for freshman composition in community college. She was already living as a young woman then, and could easily pass – she has a very naturally feminine frame and body type, she’s really into her makeup and hair, all of that stuff. She was flirty with me from the start, but hey – I’m not gonna hit on a student. Big no-no. Nevertheless, she would come to my office hours, ask about my personal life, bat her eyes, that kind of thing. After the semester ended (and, ahem, grades were in), I let her meet me at a bar nearby. She couldn’t legally drink yet, but we started dating soon thereafter. I was about 20 years older, but she didn’t much care.

We made out pretty hot and heavy on our second date. I definitely expected to sleep with her on our third – she was coming over to my place – and that was when she let me know that she had a dick. That was… uh, sort of a surprise, obviously, but I went with it. And holy shit, am I glad I did. She absolutely loved to suck my cock. Her “pussy” felt fucking incredible. The next morning, she was up early making breakfast for me, and woke me up with a long, sloppy blowjob. Wow. (And yeah, I dropped her off at school after that.)

Sarah’s backstory was typical in the sense that her conservative (Asian) parents were completely unaccepting and basically kicked her out of the house. She came very close to living on the street for a while before she scraped together enough by waitressing to get a shitty place with a bunch of roommates and go work on her associates degree. That didn’t last long – she spent most nights at my place soon thereafter. It turns out Sarah was super domestic by nature. She absolutely loved making my house into ours. She decorated the place, loved to cook, started a garden, stuff like that. We had to keep the relationship super under wraps, because she was still a student and I was still a professor. We would fuck constantly at school anyway, though. She’d come to the office I was using, we’d black out the little panel window and bang out a quickie. She’d sneak into the library with me to give me a blowjob before my next class, and always remember to fix her lipstick afterward.

Since she didn’t have time to work much with her classes, I gave her a credit card in my name. She got some laser hair removal, new cosmetics and visits to the nail salon. And a sexy as fuck navel ring.

About a year later, I got a new job offer about 1,000 miles away. Tenure-track, good school. Sarah was about to finish her associates degree. So we figured to make it official.

Two things happened then: we got married (she took my name) and we bought her breast augmentation surgery. When we arrived in our new college town suburb, she was Mrs. TegaMalmo, and sported a whole new wardrobe that featured her frankly amazing pair of C-cups. A totally fresh start.

Last year, she graduated with her BA at the school, which she was able to transfer to. She’s the youngest wife in the neighborhood, by several years, but she’s made a bunch of friends. A few of them know she’s trans, but most don’t. We decided we’re gonna adopt our first kid next spring.

She milks my balls nearly every day, and every time she deep throats my cock until I blow my load all over her pretty face and perfect tits, I think I’m the luckiest goddamned dude alive.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g8i46z/i_m_met_my_nowwife_tf_when_she_was_my_student