During the next few weeks, Ram and Radha met in restaurant a number of times. After each meeting, Ram had kissed her, and on the last instace, she had allowed him to touch her breasts as long as his hands stayed outside her blouse. Several times, he had tried to place his hand under her Lehanga as they kissed, but each time she had stopped him by saying that she was not ready for anything like that --- at least not yet. But this night Radha had decided that she would stop him no longer. They had gone to dinner and a semi-formal in the town where Ram lived. Radha had told Maya that it might be late when she got home. Radha had worn her best sari to the restaurant --- a black silk one that displayed her figure to its fullest. It had a low neckline blouse that left little to the imagination. The thin slik material was about transcluent. She had noticed a number of appreciative glances from other men at the restaurant --- and a few looks of non-approval from several of the older women. But this did not bother Radha. She was a woman and proud of it. After the dance, Ram suggested that they stop by his house for a glass of Chilled Beer before taking Radha home. Since Ram's house was directly on the way back to Radha's, she quickly agreed that it sounded like a good idea.

Ram's house was a Traditional style located in one of the better parts of town. House lots were large in that section of town and the nearest neighbor was several hundred yards away. Ram parked the car in the driveway and walked around it to hold the door open for Radha. As most women know, and Radha had found out soon after her operation, it is difficult, at best, to get out of a car gracefully while wearing a silk Saree. Radha did her best, but even so, her innerskirt (Lehanga) rose halfway up her thighs as she got out. Ram had undoubtedly noticed, but had said nothing. He was too much of a gentleman, Radha thought to herself. The house was beautifully furnished with stylish furniture and Radha loved it at first sight. Ram gave her the grand tour of the house, including the bedrooms, before taking her to the kitchen to get a glass of beer. They then went into the living room to sit and to chat. Ram sat on the beautiful sofa while Radha picked an antique chair to sit on. They chatted about this and that for several minutes before Ram put some soft music on the stereo.

"That is beautiful music, Ram. It makes me feel like dancing again." Radha was deeply in love with Ram and had planned --- unconsciously at first --- to have him make love to her that evening. Ram rose from the sofa and politely asked "May I have the pleasure of this dance, my lady?"

Radha rose and slipped gracefully into his arms. They danced for several minutes without saying a word. Radha felt completely relaxed and at ease in Ram's arms. Ram held her close to his body as they danced and she thrilled to the feeling of his strong chest against her breasts and his strong arms around her. She could also feel him --- erect and hard --- against her thigh and this excited her no end. She dreamed what might happen next.

Ram broke the silence first. "Radha, you know how I feel about you. I am deeply in love with you. I think about you all day long. I want to be near you all the time. You make me feel like a schoolboy again --- and I love it."

"I think I am falling in love with you too, Ram." Radha replied.
"Oh, Radha, I do love you. We have been going together for several months now and we're not getting any younger. Will you marry me, Radha?" Ram's voice was soft and persuasive and Radha was not about to resist.

"Oh, yes, Ram. I love you so much. Of course I'll marry you." Radha felt like a young girl who was getting her first proposal of marriage --- limp and giddy. ram stopped dancing and held her even closer to him as he passionately kissed her. Radha kissed him back. Her mind was in a whirl. She was totally at Ram's whim now. She could not resist as he gently pulled her to the sofa with him. They continued to kiss as his hands began to explore her body. They followed the outline of her shoulders, down to her breasts, where they lingered to trace the outline of her nipples before moving down to her hips and then down to her thighs. Radha was completely limp. Ram's hands then moved back up to her breasts and slowly began to unbutton the front of her Blouse. When it was undone, Radha slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall Down. As they continued to kiss, Ram deftly unhooked the clasp of Radha's bra and let it fall to her lap. Radha was now naked to the waist. Her breasts were full and proud as RAM began to gently caress the soft flesh. He traced his fingers over them, kneaded them and played with her nipples as she melted in his arms. Radha knew that Ram could do anything that he wanted to her and she would not stop him.

Radha unbuttoned Ram's shirt and started to slide her fingers through the hair on his chest. He pulled her to him and she thrilled to feel her breasts against his bare chest. As they kissed, the hair on his chest gently tickled her nipples until they stood fully erect. She thought that she had never felt anything so good. But this was only the beginning for Radha. What was to come would drive her almost out of her mind. Soon Ram could take no more. He rose from the sofa, picked Radha up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.

"Oh, Ram, I love you so much. I need you so." Radha softly whispered in his ear. "I can't wait to become your wife."
Ram kissed her as they entered the bedroom. He quickly helped her remove her Lehanga and then took off his pants as Radha removed her sari, panties. They stood before each other completely naked --- the first time any man had ever seen Radha naked --- except, of course, for her doctor. "You have the most perfect body that I have ever seen, Radha." Ram said as his eyes caressed her from head to foot. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked.
"They are fantastic, Radha. Perfect. You must be very proud of them."
"Do my legs please you, Ram?" Radha could hardly believe that she was talking like this, but she was looking for some confidence in herself. After all, this was the very first time that a man was about to make love to her. "Your body is perfect, Radha. I have wanted you since the first day that I saw you." Ram took her gently in his arms and laid her on the bed --- then lay beside her and pressed his body close to hers. Their hands began exploring each others body as they kissed with renewed passion. His hands lingered on her breasts. Radha instinctively spread her legs as Ram moved between them. As Ram kissed her with more and more passion, Radha could feel a strange new sensation building slowly inside of her. It grew and grew until she thought that she could not stand it any longer.

She now knew that she could never get enough of this --- never get enough of Ram --- never get enough of this wonderful feeling deep inside of her. She wished that they could be together like this forever --- forever --- and never stop. If only she had her operation years ago. Her man was deep inside of her and she never wanted him to come out. She started to moan and then to scream with total desire for him. Just when she thought she could take no more, she felt his body stiffen and a wave of total ecstasy flowed throughout her body.

She never wanted him to stop loving her. This feeling was what Radha had waited for all her life. Suddenly she felt a hot, burning sensation deep inside of her. Another sudden wave of complete peace, relief, and relaxation began to spread thorough Radha's entire body as she experienced her first orgasm as a female. She had never in her life had a feeling as wonderful as this. Radha knew that Krishna had never enjoyed sex. She also knew that he had never had an orgasm that felt even a small bit as good as she felt right now. She knew that she would think of little else for as long as she lived. As she lay in Ram's arms, Radha knew that Krishna had done the right thing when he had decided to have the operation to become a woman. Radha was going to be completely happy living as a woman.

It wasn't just the pretty clothes that she liked to wear after all. Nor was it only the feeling of having men look at her with desire in their minds. She was always meant to be a woman. And now she was a woman. A woman in every respect. And she loved it. For the first time in her life, she had found total contentment and happiness.