The next morning, Ram and Radha awoke early to the warmth of the sun Raise and the sound of the surf crashing on the beach in front of their hotel window. Radha was on her side and was with her back to Ram. He nestled close against her and put his arm around her while alternately caressing her breasts and then moving it down to her soft pubic hair. He quickly became aroused and Radha could feel his erection growing against her rear end. She rolled over to face him and kissed him. Soon they were locked together in tight embrace.

They made love for the better part of two hours before deciding to get dressed for breakfast. As Ram watched, Radha got out of bed to dress. She put on a smooth underwire strapless bra and her satin panties. She had brought a new sun dress that left little to the imagination. It had a short, slim skirt and a low-cut bodice with thin straps. It was a floral print that was a natural for Goa. A pair of medium heel sandals, a quick brush of her hair and she was ready to go for breakfast.

Ram gave her a kiss and quickly shaved, then put on a sport shirt and a pair of pants as Radha put on her lipstick. They both left the room for the elevator to the outdoor breakfast area.
After breakfast, they retreated to their room for another love-making session, after which they decided to enjoy the warmth of the beach and the water. Radha decided to go all out and put on her bikini. It had a bright floral design in the current fashion. As she looked in the mirror at the skimpiness of the material, she almost decided to wear her one-piece suit. Ram, however, came over to her and placed his arms around her from behind, placing one hand on each breast.

"You really look sexy in that, Mrs.Radha" he said. "You may not make it to the beach --- or even out of the room --- before you lose it."
Radha replied "Is that a promise, Mr.Ram ?"
"You bet it is." Ram answered as he untied the bikini bra and pulled the bikini briefs down her legs. He then carried her to the bed where they conducted another passionate love-making session.

Later in the day, Radha and Ram found a deserted beach on the leeward side. The beach was the most beautiful that Radha had ever seen --- it was wide --- it was clean --- and the water was perfect for swimming. They got out of their rental car and laid their towels on the sand on a secluded portion or the beach --- out of sight from the road and any nearby houses.

Radha took off her robe and lay on the towel to start getting a tan. Soon, however, the warmth of the sun induced her to untie her bikini bra to bare her back as she lay face down on the towel. Ram had gone to check the water temperature for swimming. Radha almost dozed off in the warm sunshine and was slightly startled when Ram returned. As she rose from the towel, her bikini bra didn't, and she was bare to the waist.

Ram took her in his arms. "I didn't know this was a nude beach." he said. Radha was embarrassed- not to expose her breasts in front of Ram, but with the thought that someone else might see her. Ram reassured her that no one else was to be seen and that they were alone. He then took off his swim trunks and encouraged Radha to take off her bikini bottom. Completely naked, they both ran into the surf to enjoy the warmth of the Arabian waters. Once in the water, they embraced, kissed, and made love with the warm water swirling about their bodies.

Radha had never imagined making love in the water and was enthralled with the romance of it. Ram enjoyed it immensely as he thrust himself into Radha as the surf pounded against them. They spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, not leaving until they watched the sun set into the Arabian Sea. Returning to their hotel, they each showered to remove the ocean salt, and proceeded to dress for dinner and a night.

It was nearly eight o'clock when Radha and Ram returned to their hotel room. There was still plenty of time for a leisurely dinner and the night life. Since Goa is casual dress everywhere, Ram wore a sport shirt and slacks. Radha, on the other hand, could not decide between her new sundress or a pantsuit outfit that Maya had bought her for the trip. She ultimately decided on the dress, but decided that she would do some shopping the next day for clothes more appropriate to Margoa. She fixed her hair and applied her makeup as Ram watched and, at times, kissed and touched her. Soon they were ready to go. They ate at a Chinese restaurant located in the hotel. Radha loved the food, although it was a bit spicier than in the oriental restaurants back home. The restaurant was not crowded and they had a quiet table to one side --- perfect for honeymooners. They touched and kissed all through the meal --- at least when they thought no one was looking. They were caught several times, however, by the waiter, who gave Ram looks of knowing approval.

After the meal, they spent about an hour just walking around the shopping area. Radha spied several Goa dresses that she thought she would like to buy, but decided to wait until the next day before trying them on. Tonight, they would enjoy the night life of Goa.

They soon wound up in the lounge of one of the larger hotels. There was a large dance floor an a good band playing music from the fifties interspersed with Goa music. Both Radha and Ram had gone to high school in the late fifties, but neither had danced to the jitterbug or other music from that era for years. It didn't take either of them long to "get back in the swing", however.

Radha, especially, was enjoying herself at the jitterbug. Back in high school, Radha was not yet out into the world and Krishna had seldom gone to dances.
Now, in her low-cut dress with a slim skirt, and with her long auburn hair swirling around her head, she was making up for lost time. Her high heels did not slow her down at all. Her breasts bounced inside her bra, doing their best to free themselves as she danced. Her hips swung to the music, straining the seams of her dress almost to the bursting point. Ram found himself starting to ask her to return to their hotel room as he danced with her --- for some ulterior motive that Radha could easily guess.

As they started to leave, the band started to play the "Goa Wedding Song". Radha turned to Ram and said "Oh, please, dear. Let's just dance to this one song. It is our honeymoon and it would be so romantic."

Ram quickly agreed and soon they were close in each others arms as they slowly moved to the beautiful song. Ram pulled Radha close to him as Radha put both arms around his neck and enjoyed the feeling of her man pulling her tighter against him. As they danced, his hardness grew against her groin, and as it grew, she clung closer to him. When, at last, the dance was over, they started for the door without saying a word. It was if they were both drawn by some strange unforeseen force. And indeed it was. Reaching their hotel, they moved quickly to the open elevator door. As it closed behind them, they embraced, with Ram's hands cupping Radha's shapely ass to pull her tighter against him. She responded willingly and Ram moved his hands to her breasts. The elevator stopped at their floor, the door opened, and they walked quickly to their room.

Once inside, with the door closed, they proceeded to remove each others clothes as hastily as possible. Soon, they were naked, and as they embraced, Ram picked Radha up in his arms, carried her across the room, and gently deposited her on the bed. Radha lay back against the pillow as Ram positioned himself between her legs and swiftly, but gently, made love to her. As he bent over her to kiss her, he smoothly thrust his penis deep inside of her as she moaned with utter pleasure. He thrust in and out as she placed her hand between them to cradle his balls and caress the penis that was giving her so much pleasure. Ram caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her now erect nipples. Over the next few hours, they both came at least three times, each time giving more pleasure than the last. At last, they fell sleep in each others arms.

The next morning, after a breakfast served overlooking the ocean,Radha decided that she wanted to do some shopping --- for dresses. Ram gave her a long passionate kiss --- they almost ended up in bed again --- and Radha left for the shops of Goa. One thing that Radha loved to do more than anything else --- well, not more than ANYTHING else --- was to shop for dresses, skirts, lingerie, and all the other soft and frilly items that Krishna could never wear.

In the window of the first store she came to was a large selection of beautiful floral print dresses, blouses, and swimwear. In the adjoining window was a display of mandarin dresses that she just couldn't resist. She went inside and immediately picked out a silk sheath with a tight skirt that went to her ankles, but with a slit that went up the side of her leg almost to --- well, you can guess to where. The dress was made of a emerald green silk that she couldn't resist. The green went well with her auburn hair and her fair skin. It emphasized her figure in all the right places and even made her breasts appear even fuller than they really were. She couldn't wait to show it to Ram and to go with him to a fancy restaurant wearing it. It was the sexiest dress that she had ever seen. she also bought a matching pair of high heels --- with 4 inch heels --- to wear with it.

In another part of the store, she tried on several casual daywear dresses, all of which she loved. She finally selected one that had a scoop neckline, a flirty full skirt, and short puffy sleeves. It would be just right for walking around Goa. A matching pair of low heel pumps would complete the outfit. They would be perfect for walking.

At a lingerie store, she bought two underwire pushup bras that would present her breasts at their best when she wore the dresses. She also bought several pair of pantyhose to wear with the daytime dress. Radha disliked pantyhose intensely as she much preferred the sexy look of a stockings. The stockings were also much more convenient, especially when at the ladies room --- pantyhose were a pain to pull down to pee, and then to pull back up afterwards. So, like most women, she decided that pantyhose would be more practical --- at least for the daytime. She also bought a short silk nightie to wear to bed, although deep inside she wondered if she would ever keep it on for very long --- hopefully not.

As she wandered through the shopping area, the warm Goa sunshine felt wonderful to the country girl from India. She thought of the afternoon that she and Ram had spent on the deserted beach the day before. She thought of the love that they had made on the beach and in the water. She realized that this honeymoon in Goa could not last forever --- and wished that it would last forever. She wondered what her life would have been like if she had really been born female. Would it have been as happy as it was now? Would she have married Ram? Or someone else? Would she have had children of her own? Or possibly would she have undergone an operation to change her into a man? Radha was disgusted at this last thought. Never --- never --- never, she thought. She just could not imagine anyone --- especially her, ever wanting to be a man. For what? She knew that women led far better lives --- by far. She fully understood the desire of many men to become women. It was the only way they could ever live their own lives as they were meant to be. She knew that most men wanting to change their sex were not as fortunate as she had been.

Many were driven to suicide by family that could not understand them --- and family that would not try to understand them. Some got through the operation, but were not bless with the female attributes that Radha had been blessed with. But, there was just no logical reason in the world for a woman to ever want to become a man.

The warm sunshine and the hubbub of the shopping area suddenly brought Radha out of her deepest thoughts. At that moment, deep inside she needed to be close to her husband --- close to Ram. She clutched her purchases to her bosom and hurried back to the hotel, arriving just as Ram came from the bathroom after showering and shaving. She closed the door behind her, dropped her packages on the floor, and moved quickly into his arms. Ram had only a towel wrapped around his waist, but eagerly clasped Radha close to him. Radha desperately needed to love and to be loved. She did not hesitate to unwrap his towel and let it drop to the floor. She swiftly dropped to her knees in front of him, taking him in her soft hands and gently caressing and kissing him. Almost immediately, Ram responded. Ram was somewhat surprised at her aggressiveness, but only for a moment, as he started to unbutton the top of her dress, and then slip his warm hands beneath her bra. Lacking the room he desired, he quickly moved his hands to the back of the bra, unhooked the clasps, and then proceeded to knead and fondle her soft, warm breasts. Soon, he moved to completely undress her, each of them savoring every movement and feeling as he removed her dress, bra, and panties.

When Radha was completely undressed, she took Ram's now solid erection in her hand and led him to the bed. For several minutes, they kissed and caressed each other ... until neither could take it any longer. Almost as one, they quickly repositioned there bodies until Ram probed deep into Radha's wet vagina as she moaned with pleasure ... the pleasure of finally feeling a man inside of her. As Radha lifted her ass from the bed, Ram pulled her to him.

Radha wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him completely inside of her. Their pleasure continued to build ... and build ... and build. Radha was deep in her orgasm as Ram exploded inside of her, filling her with what seemed like gallons of his warm love potion. It was truly the deepest ... or highest ... or largest orgasm either had ever had. They continued to make love. Both were insatiable. Neither could get enough of the other. Each had two more orgasms before they collapsed in exhaustion. As Radha senses returned to normal, she found herself thinking "If only I had gotten rid of Krishna years ago. If only I could have always been a girl." Then she began to weep in utter happiness. Now Krishna was a girl .... finally.
Now he was a woman. And how completely wonderful it was. To be a woman. To be a wife. To experience her man. To love her man.
HOW WONDERFUL TO FINALLY BE ME ... TO BE A WOMAN !!!

P.S: This beautiful story was written by the great legendary Indian Cross dresser Radhaarani.No copyright violation intended. Content will be removed upon request.