Chapter One, Fancy Francie by Charles Fornau

“Charlie, do you mind if I go swimming today?” I was standing at his back door, looking up at him from the patio. He’s tall.

“No, Francie. I was just on the way out there myself. I’d love some company if you don’t mind. I’ve been mowing all morning, and I need it. The pool. I need to jump in the pool.”

“Oh, gosh no, Charlie. I’d love you… I’d love for you to be there. It’s your pool anyway. I’m the one that’s intruding.”

“Actually, sweetheart, you’re not intruding,” he told me. I hope he didn’t catch my grin. When he calls me things like that it makes my chest hurt. I think they’re called butterflies. He went on, “I invited you. You’ve had an open invitation to come through that gate I put in for you since you turned sixteen. You know that.”

“I know, but I feel like I’m intruding.”

“Don’t feel that way. I want you here. You’re good company.” He was leaning back. For a computer guy, he sure was buff. “When does school let out, hon?”

“May twenty-fourth. Thursday. A month, then one more year and I can start learning again.” I love it when he calls me ‘hon’ and things. It gives me goosebumps. They chase the butterflies around.

“Francie, why don’t you take those Advanced Placement classes? I used to do that. I skipped a year of college taking those.”

“I do, Charlie. All of them I can. Next year as a senior I can take four. This year as a Junior only three. Last year was a waste because of the trial and I didn’t get credit for them. I’m lucky they let me take the test to get back into the eleventh grade. I’ll have 21 credits when I start. That’s something.”

“It certainly is,” I told her. “How about on-line courses? This college has those.”

“Aunt Susan can’t afford them for me and… Never mind.”

“Don’t you ‘Never mind’ me, you little brat.” He laughed when he called me a brat. That always made me smile, but not this time. “I asked you a question,” he said. He must’ve seen me frown. “What’s wrong, Francie? I’ve told you that you can talk to me about anything. And, I do mean anything, by the way. You think we have secrets, but we don’t.” I wondered what he meant by that.

“You have to promise not to tell Aunt Susan that I told you.” He nodded. “Charlie, she tries so hard, but, well, she can’t afford to replace my computer right now, so I’m stuck using the ones at the library after school.”

Oh, crapola. He got up, looking mad and went inside. Now I’m in trouble. Good. He’s coming back out and he didn’t have enough time to call anyone. What’s in the bag? No, he wouldn’t. No! Oh God, and I thought I loved him before!

“Punkin’, here. Take this home with you. It’s an old laptop of mine, and it’s already set up on the wireless over here. Just use it and don’t say a word. If Susan says anything, have her call me. I’ll tell her I have you looking stuff up for me.”

I got up, took the bag, set it on my chair, then went back and hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Charlie, I wasn’t begging, but I can do so much better now, and be home to do it. Thank you so much. I really owe you. I’ll do your dishes for you. How’s that?”

“You owe me nothing, sweetheart. You’ve paid me in sunshine and smiles for over three years. I probably owe you for all the times you’ve dipped June bugs out of the pool. I’m going to do something else, too, but if you rat me out, we’ll both probably be in a lot of trouble. You’re just about to turn seventeen, so you can legally do it, but I’m letting you use this, as well, and I want you to sign up for an online college course. Just let me have it back after you get signed up. Finish the course and come get it for another one. You’re already registered at the college from the advanced classes, right?”

I nodded. He handed me what looked like a credit card, but it was black with a gold border around it. “They’ll know you have it so there shouldn’t be an issue. I’ll call them in a bit.”

“Charlie, I can’t use your credit card. That wouldn’t be right.”

“OK, hon. Bottom line. Time for a talk. We have no secrets. OK?”

I told him, “OK,” but to be honest, I was scared. I was very, very afraid.

“Francie, honey. Relax. It is right. Very right. Listen. I know about the house, and how it was paid off with the insurance from your mother’s death. I know about your father being in jail for killing her, and I know why. I know your aunt lives here with you to help out after what her brother did. I know a lot. Your mother and I talked. We weren’t super close, but pretty much talked about everything. Everything, including you. Your father never knew, until the trial. You weren’t there when I testified, because of your breakdown, but I did. I told them everything I knew, and…”

I started crying. He knew. HE KNEW. DAMN. I cried. I sobbed. I didn’t want to run. I loved him. I didn’t want to run. Could I face him?

“Francie,” he came over to me and picked me up, setting me in his lap and just holding me while I cried. Oh, God, this was horrible. He knew, but he was still holding me. If he knew, why was he still holding me? “Please don’t cry, sweetie. It doesn’t change anything. Nothing at all. I still want you here. I always have, I do now, and I always will.”

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Hi. My name is Francie. It’s pronounced Fransee as opposed to Frankie. I’m what some call a trans girl. Some call me a sissy. Some call me shit house trash. Depends on your life’s vectors, I guess. My birth certificate used to say Franklin Charles Cooper. Now it says Frances Charlotte, and I’m hoping I won’t be a Cooper very long. I’m just about to become a seventeen-year-old girl, and my neighbor is a thirty-five-year-old geek, and he’s the nicest, smartest, most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I’m in love with a nerd. My mom helped me through transition. She was wonderful. And understanding. She’s not with us now. My father killed her. Yeah, I know. My life is somewhat screwed up.

When I was nine, I was diagnosed with gender dysphoria. I was a girl. In a boy’s body. I wore bobby sox and played with dolls for God’s sake. School was terrible, but I got through it by studying hard, paying attention, being smart and staying to myself. The gay boy. The weird girl. It depended on which grade I was in at the time. Mom helped me. She got me into a program at the University Hospital. They were doing trials, a study, and they got my name from my psychiatrist. My pediatrician agreed. So did the lawyers. It cost nobody in my family a nickel, and yet, it cost them everything. When I was twelve, I was declared a girl and given a new birth certificate and medication to help me along. At thirteen I had an orchiectomy and my Adam’s apple, what little there was at that age, was cut back. At fourteen I had real breasts. At fifteen, I could fill a bikini, and that’s what did it. After those few years, my father lost his marbles because his son was a girl. He blamed it on Mom, and me, I guess, and when I was spending the night at a sleepover with other girls, who didn’t care about my condition, he waited ‘til she was in bed and confronted her. He wound up shooting her a whole bunch of times, then putting the gun to his own head and failing to kill himself. It cracked his skull, but the Ambulance guys kept him alive so he could go to jail for the next thirty years. What a mess. All because I didn’t want to play football. I wanted a football player. Sorry. Bad joke. Bad life, bad humor. Sue me.

So, here’s the love of my life, about to tell me he knows I’m really a boy and that he wants nothing to do with me and my life is shattered. But, Francie, I say to myself, look on the bright side. He’s giving you a computer and free internet access to keep you out of his hair. I bawled. Like a baby. I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t in control. I was just losing everything. Again.

“Francie, please stop. Please? Did you hear me?” I nodded, but… I guess I didn’t.

“You know.” I was trying to catch my breath.

“Of course I know. I know you are different, but wonderful. I know you are beautiful. I know you are cute. I know you are smart, and I know I love you just the way you are. I do, Francie. I do. You don’t need to cry or be afraid of what I know. I know everything. No problem. I don’t think when your mother told me all this that she knew you’d like me as much as you do, but she knew I cared enough about you to invite you to use the pool and put the gate in, so she thought it was important that I know about your past. We were good friends, Francie. Your mom was a wonderful lady. She was only a year or two older than me, so we had a lot in common, too.”

“Did you two ever…” I stopped her.

“Oh, geez! No, baby, don’t go there. Please. Your mother was married to your father. I would never, ever, do anything like that. No. Never.” He called me ‘baby’. It made me shiver and he thought I was crying again, so he pulled me into a hug. I just melted. Shivers and goosebumps with butterflies landing on them. Wow. I did not want to move. He knew. He still wanted me around.

“What did you mean about me liking you?”

“Francie, look, I might be wrong, but I think you might have a little crush on me, and to be honest, I have one on you, too. I love it when you’re here. I love being around you and talking. Hell, girl, I love looking at you. You’re pretty, and smart, and, well, you’re pretty smart!” He laughed. He’s not as funny as he thinks he is sometimes, but he can be humorous at times.

“Charlie, I’m just about to turn seventeen. I’m almost an adult, and with what I’ve been through compared to my classmates and friends, I’d say I know stuff. If I tell you something serious, will you promise not to laugh?”

“No, honey, I won’t promise, but I’ll try very hard, if it’s really serious. I’ll try to be serious with you. Tell me. Please.”

“It’s not a crush, Charlie. I’m pretty sure I’m actually in love with you. It’s been three years, and you’re the only boy, or man, I even look at sideways. I’ve just been afraid. Afraid of you knowing. And, I don’t want another operation, Charlie, so…”

“That’s fine, Francie. I didn’t laugh. We’re fine. I know who you are. And what you are. You’re a beautiful girl. We’re fine.” He hugged me really tight. I melted again.

I whispered, “Thank you, Charlie. I do love you. I really do. Would you kiss me?” He did. Oh God, did he! I don’t have a lot of experience with kissing. Karen and I have kissed, practicing. She’s a little… A little aggressive, I think would be a good term for it. I thought at one point she would eat my face. I laugh inside remembering that night, but this… This is heaven. He kisses so softly. Oh, he licked my lips. Oh my, that’s nice. If I do that, yes, he made a noise but didn’t move. Yes, I like that. Again. Touch his tongue with mine. Oh, God. My chest. STOP! I CAN’T BREATHE! Thank you, Lord. He stopped. I didn’t want him to, but I couldn’t breathe. Oh, my God. “Thank you, Charlie. You kiss nice.”

“So do you, sweetheart. Please make sure you know what you want, and what you’re doing, Francie. I could do this forever. There is a place in my heart for you, but I don’t want to hurt you. That scares me. I am really afraid for you. I want you to only have the best. For you. Not for me. For you.”

“I think this is it, Charlie. This is it. The best for me. Can I be your girlfriend now?”

“You have been for quite a while, baby, we just didn’t know it. I guess this means we’re dating? Will you go out to dinner with me? Tonight? El Conquistador? I could use a tamale to celebrate!”

“You’re a nut. Everyone else would have a steak and champagne, and you want a tamale and what, a beer or a margarita.”

“Definitely margarita. Big celebration. I have a girlfriend.” I laughed at him. Yep, sometimes he’s funny.

“OK. First date. Tonight. I’m sorry for crying, Charlie, I was so afraid…” He cut me off.

“Never, ever be afraid of me, sweetie. Ever. I’m on your side. Always. I’ll prove it, in time, if you’ll let me.” He says the sweetest things.

“OK. Take me swimming, boyfriend.” I stood and took off the oversized button up shirt I used for a coverup and kicked off my flip flops. He looked at me like a hungry wolf, then just picked me up and threw me in the pool. I screamed like a little girl. ‘This is going to be a fun fifty years,’ was the only thing I thought when I was coming back up to the surface.

I went to the edge, held up my hand, and when he had it, I planted my feet under the edge, held on tight, and pushed off with my legs. Success. I pulled him in. Goosy gander. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, or in this case, gander goosy! I smiled at him when he broke the surface. “TRUCE!” I yelled.

“OK, but… OK. No problem. Hug me and we’ll call a halt to the war for now.” I did. The feeling of being in his arms is like nothing else. We had a big bearskin rug a long time ago. It felt kind of like that, only better. Much better. Even in the pool. He played like he was going to throw me, but just moved me around a little and hugged me again. I squeezed his neck and kissed it. Then pushed away, out of his arms. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to be a needy little girl, either. I swam around him and through his legs, him grabbing at me, catching one of my ankles now and again. He’s always firm, but gentle when he does that. Careful not to hurt me, but definitely letting me know he can do what he wants. I like that part. He’s a guy. All guy. Did I mention he was pretty buff? More than once, he grabbed my ankle, pulled me up and out of the water, upside down with a hand on my thigh. He’s pretty strong, even though I’m pretty little. I’m five four and weigh a little over a hundred and ten. He’s way over six foot and over two hundred, at least. Someday, I’d know more about that, but right now, I just wanted him to know more about me. Lots of me he hasn’t touched yet, and I want that to be very little before the day is over. Then… Patience, Francie. Patience. Don’t scare him away.

We got out after getting a bit of exercise, him using me as a barbell, lifting me and all, and me playing coy and trying to keep away from him, very unsuccessfully, or very successfully failing, depending on how you look at games between two people wanting to know each other better. Anyway, we got out and lay on the lounges. “Can I put some oil on your back for you, Charlie?”

“Sure, sweetie, but I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my boyfriend now. I want to do this stuff. Anyway, I love you and don’t want you to burn.” I had fun for the next five minutes. I oiled everything I could reach, and a couple of places I probably shouldn’t have. I reached in, between his legs, even though it wasn’t really reachable. Yes, he was wearing one of those little tight things. A speedo? Not loose shorts, anyway. He made some kind of moaning noise, like when we kissed, so, maybe I did good. I want him to want me. I want him to think I’m sexy. I’m old enough for that. I think I am, anyway. All of my friends, well almost all of them anyway, are having sex and stuff, so I should be old enough to want to, too.

“Thank you, doll. You want me to do you, too?” he asked. He had that wolf looking grin again. Uh Oh!

“Would you? I’d love that.” And I did. His hands all over my back, my shoulders, my arms, my legs. He even did my feet. I was so horny. I was dribbling wetness into my suit bottom. Thankfully, it was still pretty damp, so he wouldn’t be able to tell if I stood up really quick or something. Then he really surprised me. After he got me all covered with oil, he straddled my seat, and with a little oil in each hand, he ran his hands up and down my sides then the sides of my thighs. If felt so, so, so good. Oh Jeez, I was melting. My chest again. Damn it felt good. I moaned. Oh, No. He giggled. He giggled at my moan. Then he stopped and went back to lie down.

“Thank you, Francie. That was fun.”

“You’re thanking me!?!? You just ran your hands all up and down my body and made me feel like a pampered princess, and YOU are thanking ME?!?!? Gosh, Charlie, I love you more now than I did ten minutes ago, and that was a lot!” I stood and looked up at him. “Kiss me again, boyfriend!” He did. We did. It was really nice, then we laid down and looked at each other. He closed his eyes, smiling. “What are you thinking about?”

“The way you felt with my hands all over you. Francie, you’re really pretty. You have a beautiful body. Your legs are long and wonderful. You are a very pretty girl. You sure you want to settle for a computer gonk like me when you could have most any boy out there?”

“You’re being silly. You’re handsome, have a nice house with a pool, a car AND a truck, and grill a mean hamburger. Yes, my darling boyfriend, I know you can cook more than that. You’ve been feeding me for a couple of years now. Plus, you can fix my computer when it fizzles. What else is there? That’s everything a woman needs in a man. What about me, though? Am I going to be enough for you? That is the million-dollar question.”

‘Yes, I think you will be. We’ll see, but I think you will be. You have helped me cook, you cook well and can learn. You eat my cooking, so you are tolerant. You have the capacity to make millions at some fancy job, somewhere, and bring it home for me to spend on my selfish self. Again, you’re pretty and smart, and pretty smart. You have, like I said before, a beautiful body and legs to die for. You kiss like an angel. What else could a man want?”

I let it out. Had to do it again, just to make sure we were all on the same page, here. “What about kids, Charlie? I can’t have children.”

“Oh, honey, I know that, but we can waste all of our millions on ourselves, or we can adopt, or heck, there are other options. Surrogate mommies, all kinds of things. Not a problem for now, though, because my girlfriend is much too young to be tied down with babies and a family. She needs to learn a lot and find a job making millions so I can have a Lamborghini or a Ferrari, whichever gets the best gas mileage.” He smiled at me. I had to smile back. He wasn’t worried about kids. Good. That makes me feel a little safer.

“Charlie. I love you.” We laid there for a while, trading information back and forth. We’d been together off and on for almost three years, but this was the first time we wound up telling each other that we wanted to be a couple. To date each other. To be boyfriend and girlfriend. I don’t know exactly how it happened today, or why it happened today, but it did. And I was so, so happy about that. I’ve been wanting to say something for ages, but I was so afraid. He broke that fear today. He told me he knew and not to worry about it. He likes me anyway. He did say he loves me just the way I am. Someday maybe he’ll say, ‘I love you’. I hope I don’t melt when he does. If he’s holding me, I will. I’ll just melt into his arms like earlier when he kissed me. Geez, that was hot. And he didn’t try to eat my face. That was a good thing! Crazy girl, settle down.

“Oh, and Francie, baby, I love you, too. I have for a while. I was just afraid to say it. I thought maybe you were too young. I do. Love you, that is. We’ll learn about each other. I want that. But I love you, too.”

“Charlie, why haven’t you dated or been with other girls? Sorry. Other women?”

“Oh, that? Too busy. Work too much. Don’t like gold-diggers. Don’t party. Don’t hang out at bars. I don’t know. I’m not really out there for any of them to see me.”

Gold-diggers? What was that all about? Later. Lots to learn later.

“Anyway, I was in love with the little neighbor girl, and that could cause a problem down the road.” He chuckled, so cutely. I got up and leaned down to kiss him again.

“Thank you. You make me feel good about myself.”

“You should. You really are all that, Francie. Seriously. You’re a treasure. A really good catch. You’ll see.”

After about an hour, he turned over. “May I?” I asked him.

“Yes, baby, if you want to, but be careful, okay? This is going to be scary for me. Maybe for you, too, so be careful.” I nodded, then poured oil on his chest and rubbed it into his chest and tummy. I straddled his thighs and sat on them, and finished. I moved down and did his thighs and shins, then the tops of his feet, then went back up and did his arms. I saw the bulge in his suit. The spandex thing was tight on him to begin with, but it, the lump, his penis, kind of grew and grew. And grew.

“Turnabout’s fair play if you want, Charlie. You can do me,” I told him then lay out on my back. Praying he’d take me up on it. He did. Slowly, carefully, and very, very chastely around my suit bottom and top. While I was lying on my tummy, he’d touch the straps and get under them a little. Then when I was on my back, he pretty much stayed away from doing that. Darn it. But my legs. Oh, when he did my legs, I got a little stiffie, too. I don’t have much. Not at all. I started the drugs, the blockers and the hormones, and things way before puberty, so I really am a little girl with a teenie weenie, now. So, he could see my little one-inch peenie sticking up a bit. He didn’t say a word, just rubbed the oil into my thighs, sneaking between them, but away from my suit. When he was done, and stood, he was HUGE. His suit almost stuck out. His penis had gotten much bigger than it was when I was rubbing the oil on him. It’s big. Oh Lord, it’s big. And wet. He got a wet spot at the end of it, over by his thigh. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it, but I couldn’t. Too early. Way too early. “Thank you, Charlie. That felt good. Really good.”

“Yes, it did. Sorry about the display down there, but it felt really good doing that to you… For you, sorry. And as you can easily see, it affected me.”

“Me too. Don’t worry, and please don’t apologize, Charlie. I like knowing that it did. I hope I didn’t cause a problem, though.”

“No, baby, I’m fine. It’ll go away in a bit. I’m all right. A little more sun, then a dip and we’ll go our separate ways for our date tonight?”

“Yes, Charlie. Sounds good. Really good. Can I have a sip of your margarita?”

“Absolutely, sweetie. Of course.” When he said that, the shivers went through me again. He got so hard rubbing on me. He thinks I’m sexy. He wasn’t just talking. It was real. Oh, my. So much to think about. “Hey, doll, what do you want to wear on our first date? I don’t want to wear jeans if you’re wearing an LBD and heels.”

“What would you know about LBDs, young man?” We both laughed. “How about a nice top and hot pants with hose and strappy heels. You can wear a polo, slacks and loafers. I’ve seen you dressed like that, and you’re handsome that way.”

“That’s not fair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in hot pants before. Will I be able to handle this?”

“Hopefully not. It’s my secret weapon to steal your heart. I have more weapons if I need to use them if it, A, doesn’t work, or B, I need to keep your heart close to me.”

“You already have that, my sweet, but 15 more minutes and we’ll give each other a couple of hours to get ready, OK?”

“Yep! Okay.” I couldn’t wait. I know I look good in hot pants and hose, ‘cause my girlfriend said so, and I totally trust her, so I was hoping for the best tonight. The strappy heeled sandals were my mom’s, and she always looked really good in them, so… And the top. Plain white princess cut blouse and beige lace underthings, again, thanks to Mom, and I’m ready to go. We didn’t have much money, now, but Mom left me a lot of nice clothes and lingerie. It helps me feel close to her when I wear them.

When my father went to jail, the mortgage insurance paid off the house, and all we have to do is pay the taxes and such out of Mom’s life insurance policy from work, and then when I’m an adult, I can sell the house. I can use that money and the life insurance money for college AFTER high school, too. It’s really complicated, but at least I have a home. My aunt, though. She’s a mess. She’s not a people person but signed up do to this because she was the only family member on my father’s side that was available to do it, and Mom was an only child. My Grams, Mom’s mother, died just after mom did. Mom’s dad, my Grampa, died a long time ago.

Anyway, Aunt Susan was pretty much goaded into it by Uncle Fred. Susan lived here in town, so Fred had her moved into my house to help take care of it and me. She was in a small apartment, and is closer to work now, so she’s really in a better place. But, like I said, she’s not a people person and doesn’t like to cook. That’s where Charlie has come in handy. He is a chef quality cook and has been teaching me. My thoughts are starting to ramble.

A timer went off, so I figured it was time to go. I got up, put my hand on his chest and leaned down to kiss him. He reached up and grabbed me, slowly, wrapped me up in a big hug, and not only kissed me, but really made me feel loved with his hugging me.

“I’ll be back at six,” I told him.

“No, I’ll pick you up. It’s a date. We’re doing it right. Date style. Guy picks girl up at her door and does it all respectable like.”

“Okay. So, I have to be five minutes late coming down the stairs, and all that. Cool. At least we have the ground rules! I love you, Charlie. I should be ready when you get there.” I pecked him on the lips and took off through the gate, hardly able to breathe.

Walking back into my house, Aunt Susan asked, “Why are you so flushed, Frances? Are you all right?”

“Yes, Susan. I’m fine. Sun, pool, water, date tonight. Just the normal little girl skin problems.”

“OK. Just wanted to make sure.” She turned back to her book. “WHAT!?!?! Did you say, ‘date tonight’?”

“Yeah, it’s Saturday. No homework. School’s almost out. It’s all good.”

“Who’s the lucky boy? And are you prepared for the inevitable?”

“It’s Charlie and he already knows. He said Mom told him everything. Everything. All my worst fears and nightmares were for nothing. He still likes me. He says he loves me. I know I love him, and I have forever. So, we’ll see. Just think, if this works out, you can go your merry way and not have to worry about me. I’ll marry Charlie Rawlins and you can go back to your happy life!”

“That would be nice, I have to admit. I love you, Frances, but I’m just not cut out to be a mother, or anything, to anyone. I’m just me.”

“I know, Susan. I love you, too. I know Uncle Fred forced you into this. Trust me, I feel for you. Being nursemaid and troop mother to a teenager just has to suck. I’m sorry if I’ve been a pain for you.”

“No, Frances, you’re wonderful. I just want to be able to see my girlfriend without worrying about everybody in the neighborhood knowing my business.”

“I know. I’ll never tell. God knows we all have skeletons, but in this day and age you should be able to kiss Barbara on Main Street and not get a second glance. I guess snooty gated communities are different. I’m so glad Charlie lives here, though. He’s not like that. He just does his thing and lets the world go by. I think he’s the only one left on the street doing their own lawn. Everyone else has the kids in the next subdivision come do them, or that one guy has that fancy lawn service with twenty illegals that do his in ten minutes, then pack up and whoosh, they’re gone. I mean, Charlie is just a normal guy. Well, not to me. But to everyone else.”

“Got it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Susan. I’ve got it bad. The fever. The love bug has bitten me, and I have the fever.” I put my wrist up to my forehead in a dramatic pose, then I laughed and ran up the stairs. Susan has heard my moony talk about Charlie before, so I guess she has expected this. I’m sure any normal mother would have had a cow over their child dating a man twice their age, but Susan is not a normal mother. Hence, no cow. Only a happy little girl on her first real date with her beau.

I showered and shaved my legs and pits, and around my clittie and a little back on my underside, making sure I was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I don’t have much body hair at all, but I like it all gone anyway. I doubted anything would happen tonight, but it’s nice to feel smooth and feminine. Just knowing I am is nice.

I put on just enough makeup to highlight my eyes. The green in them was something Charlie had mentioned before. I put my long auburn hair up in a loose pile on top and left some locks down to frame my face. Charlie had commented on how he liked my dark red hair and how it looked elegant and pretty with my green eyes. The very light green eye shadow kind of brought it all together. The eyeliner set them off, and the mascara helped to darken and lengthen my lashes. There! A little dusky pink lip gloss to match the nail polish, which was about dry, and voila’. Mom had a thing to stick my fingers in to dry the polish after a layer of this clear stuff went on. There was a really bright and warm light bulb in it. All righty, then! Ready for my déclaration de mode couture for the evening.

I dressed in the outfit I wanted him to see me in. A sheer beige bra with lace in the cups. I had my testes removed 4 years ago, and with the hormones and all, I had nice breasts now. A real live B cup. Same as my mom was. She thought she was small. I think mine are big enough to be thankful for. Same issue, different views. I had panties to match. It was a set. Sheer all around except for the front panel which was lace, just like the bra cups have. Then sheer to waist off black pantyhose. They had little reinforced toes, but that was it. I wanted some patterned ones, but I couldn’t find any I liked at Penney’s, and I can’t afford Sak’s or Neiman Marcus so these will have to work for now. I slid the blue faux suede microfiber shorts up. Hot pants, really. The legs were just loose enough to look haute, the waist was slightly high, almost, but not quite as high as the likes of Taylor Swift and Holly Fields wear out in public. Then the blouse. It was a nice night, so I picked it. No need for a jacket. It was a princess cut, cap sleeved, white button-down blouse, with a tuxedo button placket, just hanging down to the waistline of the beltless shorts and no further. I hate to say this, but it was a nice outfit. The shoes made the woman in my mirror. Four-inch high-heeled sandals, blue suede strappy style, to match the shorts. My mother could dress. I hope she wasn’t up in heaven wondering what the hell the slut was doing in her finery. I wanted her to look at me positively. Pretty, like her. In her things. I really am a good girl and I work hard. I’m hoping she’s proud.

I went down to wait for Charlie. He’d be one minute early, if I knew him like I thought I did. 5:59 pm. Ding Dong. Told ya! I opened the door and invited him in. He leaned down and kissed me.

“Hi, sweetie, you look absolutely fantastic.” He leaned down and whispered. “Good enough to eat.” I giggled, he snickered, and we walked back into the family room to tell Susan we were leaving.

“Susan, this fine stranger has promised me a tamale tonight, so if I get lost, have them start looking at El Conquistador,” I told her. Then Charlie surprised me.

“Susan, if it’s OK with you, and with her, come to think of it, I’d like to take her dancing or to a movie after dinner or something. I have a safe place we can go to dance, and there may be a movie she wants to see. In any case, if anything happens, we’ll be in touch.”

“That’s fine. I trust you, Charlie, but how come you never asked me to go dancing?” Susan asked him that??

“What? And have Barb chasing me down the street with a rake and a rolling pin? No, thanks. I have enough problems with the single ones.”

“Maybe take both of us some time. We’re not terrible partiers. I’m just kidding. You guys go have fun. Charlie, thanks for telling me beforehand.”

“Sure, Susan. And maybe… Never know. More’s the merrier.” They smiled at each other. Like humans. Maybe Susan was cracking. It would be nice to see her more… More human, I guess. They always tolerated each other. Maybe if Charlie and I are an item they can be friends. We’ll see. Fingers crossed. “Bye, now,” he said, then took my hand and walked me out.

We walked to his driveway. It was only a little ways, and these shoes were nice and comfortable, so I was fine with it. We walked slowly, like, well, like boyfriend and girlfriend, him talking about the evening and if I’d be OK to go dancing with him.

“Charlie, I’m wearing hot pants. Not exactly dancing garb, but if you want my legs on display for the masses, I’d love to. You are talking about the kind when you’d dance me around in your kitchen, right? I don’t want to go doing The Swim or The Watusi or some such. A nice quiet dance with the man I’m in love with sounds nice, but boogie down doesn’t seem right. Not tonight, anyway.”

“I agree, princess. Francie, your legs are so pretty in those shorts. The shoes and blouse are so pretty, too. You are a treasure. Honestly. I do want to show you off, not sit in a movie theater in the dark, although, that sounds fun, too. Heck, we can make out in my back yard, though. No problem.” We both got a laugh from that. “Okay, then. Dancing is okay with you?” I smiled and nodded. Right now, walking on nails and hot coals would be fine, if I was holding his hand at the time. Jeez, I love him.

He put me in the passenger seat of his little SUV. It’s a nice car and smells like leather. It sounds like one of the race cars on television, too. He calls it his little Levante. It’s a pretty fancy car, but he won’t admit it. He just loves to drive it. We went to the store one time, and someone asked him about it. He told them, “Awww, it’s just a little SUV. Everybody has one.” We usually take his truck, though. It’s a big GMC with all kinds of bells and whistles on it. It even shakes the seat when something’s wrong. Crazy. Fun to drive, though. I’ve taken the truck to the store a couple times before. I push a button and the seats and mirrors, and everything changes to fit me. He fixed it like that the first day he sent me. Okay, then. So, off we go to the Mexican restaurant. I love that place. I’ve been there with friends once. With Susan and Barbara once, and with Charlie before, once, no, it’s been twice before. Susan was out doing something, and he didn’t feel like cooking, so he took me out to dinner. The other time was my sixteenth birthday. I guess we’ve been closer than I’ve been letting myself realize. And this whole time, he knew. Comforting thought.

“Honey? Francie? A penny for your thoughts, darling.”

He startled me out of my daydream. “Thinking about you and me. And hoping.” I put my hand on his on the console. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

“Don’t wish your life away, Francie, but if you’re worried about you and me, please don’t. I would like for this to work, and if you worry and fret and think bad thoughts, it may not. Self-fulfilling prophecy and all that. I do love you, Francie. I do. I have for a while, I just thought you were too young for me and that you’d never feel the same. I know better now, so I’ll smile a lot. Okay?” We pulled up to the restaurant, in a space close to the entrance.

“Okay, babe. Okay.” I grinned at him. He got out and came around and helped me out of the car, looking at my legs and shaking his head. I grinned again and he grinned back. Methinks me boyfriend, he be like’n me legs, he do! We were seated at the restaurant, drinks were ordered, and when they arrived, I guess I got to see what ‘muy grande’ meant. It was a big green margarita. Huge. Small fish bowl huge. It had two straws. The waiter wasn’t slow, I mean upstairs, by any means. I think he could tell we were going to share a little by the looks Charlie and I were giving each other. I had a few sips, and really liked it. We took it easy and talked about tomorrow for a bit.

“Will you be able to register for classes tomorrow, Punkin?”

“I think so. A class, Charlie. One class. Let me start with one and see how it goes.”

“Yes, please. I’m not pushing. I just heard you say you needed to stretch your brain a little, and I thought this would help. Please don’t think I’m pushing you. I just want to set you free.”

“I understand. Charlie, I do love you, though, and I want you to be proud of me, but I am afraid of failure. I really am. Thank you for this, though. It will be great. I know it will. Hey, also, you said that was an old computer. How old? Really. How old?”

“A year. I replaced it last month. I really don’t need it, and you really do.”

“I thought so. I started it and looked it up really quick, and they still sell them. Plus, you have it maxxed out on RAM, and it has a big solid-state drive. It’s really, really fast, but I only had a minute to look at it. My boyfriend was picking me up for our first date and I wanted to look nice.”

“Mission accomplished, honey. You look fabulous. Really fabulous. Will you come over and spend the day with me tomorrow? As my girlfriend, not as the little girl next door. We can look through the courses you might want and swim. I’ll make you a nice lunch and dinner. Hell, come over early enough, and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Deal. I wish I had a phone to set an alarm on. Will you call me and wake me?”

“Better idea. I’ll lend you a phone tonight, when we get home, and you can use it until I get you one of your own. If we’re going to be an item, I need to know that you’re safe and get a sexy text once in a while, right?”

“You can’t just keep giving me things, Charlie!”

“Actually, that’s not true. You have declared me your boyfriend which gives me certain purchasing things and giving those things to you rights. Phone is at the top of the list. iPad for FaceTime, and the computer. Then I’ll slow down. The earrings I gave you for your birthday will have to hold you, other than that.”

“And they are beautiful. I love emeralds. I think green is my color.”

“I think so, too. I’d love to see you in a shiny green cocktail dress and matching satin heels.”

“What am I, your very own dress up doll?” I giggled and prayed he said the right thing.

“I hope so, Francie. I hope so.” Bingo! “I want to dress you up and take you out and have fun together. I really do.”

“Me, too, Charlie. It’ll be fine. I love dressing up, but you knew that. You said ‘iPad’? You don’t by chance have an old one of those laying around, do you?”

“You read my mind, my little pixie. Two of them. A little one and a big one. Pick one, or just take them both. They’re just sitting in a valise. We’ll look at them, and the phone, tonight.”

“OK, but if I smile when you give them to me, please don’t think it’s because you’re giving me things. Try to look at it as you’re the one giving them to me and that’s making me happy. If you have them to give, I’ll certainly accept. I can manage with the school’s computers. I admit though, that it will be nice not to have to do that.” He smiled at me and nodded. I don’t want him to think I want his stuff. I want him.

The waiter brought out plates on his arm. It was fun to watch. I could never do that. I don’t think my balance, or coordination, is that good. The tamales and all the trimmings were, though. Good, that is. I’m sure the food was good, great even, and it wasn’t just the company that made it special, but that night eating dinner out with Charlie was different than ever before. I was in love, and it was being returned, finally. I was so happy that plain bread would have been a nice meal shared with him. Silly, silly, girl.

We sipped on the big drink, but I also drank a lot of water. I even had to go potty before we left, I drank so much water. I felt the alcohol, but just a bit. We were only going a block away to a dinner and dance hall slash night club that Charlie said was a nice place to ‘kick up your heels’. Strange saying. We got parked and went in, only for me to find that my boyfriend had actually made a reservation, just in case I said yes to the dancing. He is amazing. They showed us to a nice table. I’m thinking it was all right for me to be in there because it was a restaurant, as well. He ordered us a snack tray, not expecting us to eat much, but it looked better, since we ate elsewhere, and he was worried about that. He ordered us drinks, too, me a ginger ale and him a bourbon and lemon lime soda. The band hadn’t started yet, so we just talked some more. I enjoyed hearing him talk. He was smart, his voice was always cheerful and positive. He was all man, don’t get me wrong, but he was a boy at heart. He was young. He acted young. He talked young, and happy. He was a young and happy person.

I was listening to him tell me about a problem he was having with a project he was working on, when the band started moving around on the stage, taking their places and picking up their instruments. In a few words, he wrapped it up. “I’ll show you tomorrow, hon. My Princess, would you like to dance?” He held his hand out and I stood, taking it and letting him lead me out to the wooden floor. I did feel like a princess.

We were the only ones on the floor to start, and the only ones I saw there that were not in a suit or a dress, but the way he danced and led me around, it was like we were the only ones in the building, and I was really a princess. It was so fun moving around like that. I blushed so hard when two numbers were done, and he led me back to our seats, to applause. People were clapping at our dancing. Him in a golf shirt and slacks, and me in hot pants. I couldn’t believe it. But it happened. When we went out again, with others dancing as well, we were complimented as we passed some couples. It was embarrassing, but so neat. He must be really good at this. I just did what he told me to, but a couple of the older women were complimenting me when we talked. Wow. We stayed through a break for the band, and when they came back, he tried to move me around a little. Turning me and things like we did in the kitchen. It was fun, and I got most of them, but when I flubbed up, we laughed and started over, just like we were practicing alone. Before we left, on the band’s second break, he had me moving all over, and I knew what to do and where to go. It was serious fun. I so badly wanted to do this again. Soon.

He took me home. To his house. We parked in the garage and went inside to his office. He sat in his big desk chair, and I headed to the chair next to the desk, but he pulled me over to him and sat me in his lap. I leaned over into him and kissed his jaw. When he hugged me to him, I just melted. I just sagged into him. A few tears fell. I was so happy. So emotional. He got a Kleenex and dabbed under my eyes.

“I made you cry?” he asked.

“Yes, you’ve made me so happy that I cried. It’s all your fault. Take the blame and take me with it. Charlie, you are so perfect. How am I this lucky?” He hugged me to him.

“I don’t know, but I have the same question. Here.” He pulled out a satchel. He called it a valise. It was a thin briefcase you just slide stuff down into. He pulled out an iPad Mini and a larger one. Then he pulled a phone out of the top middle drawer, and three chargers, two white ones and a black one, all with cables hanging from them, and laid them on the desk. “I know. A mess. I’ll help you take them home and plug them in and set the alarm on the phone. Let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

“Never.” I didn’t think I said it. I thought I thought it. I didn’t. I said it. Ooooops.

“If everything works out, so it will be, My Princess. One step at a time. So far, though, I think we’re getting there. You know, honey, I think we need to practice the kissing thing some more. That needs more work.”

“I agree,” I told him, then turned in his lap, pulled his head down and proceeded, jokingly to eat his face. We laughed, then settled into some beautiful kisses. We made out for a while, and Charlie put his hand on my tummy. I knew he wouldn’t try anything else tonight, but he would tomorrow. I’d make sure of it. I’ve been in love with him forever, and as nice as these kisses are, they are not enough. I want him to have all of me, but I have to make him do it himself. I’ll be giving, but he needs to take.

After about fifteen more minutes of playing tonsil hockey and ruining my lip gloss, I stood, and put my foot, high heel and all, on the chair between his legs.

“Give me your hands.”

He did. He reached out and I took them by his thumbs and put his hands on the inside and outside of my thigh. I changed my grip from his thumbs to his wrist and guided them up as far as they could go, even bumping my peenie, and rubbing my leg, all the way down to my ankle. Up and down, a few times, then I changed legs and had him do the same thing, again. “They are yours. Your legs, your body, your mind, your lips, your girlfriend.”

“Bring something to wear out. Something nice. I’m taking you to Lamont’s for dinner tomorrow night. If they don’t have room, we’ll go to Del Monico’s. We’ll find something, but I want to go out with my beautiful girl and show her off.”

I nodded. “Okay. LBD and heels. Take me home, My Prince, and help me set my alarm. My boyfriend offered me breakfast and I’m dying to see what he’s thinking. Charlie, I love you. Don’t laugh, but I’m anticipating being able to say, ‘Take me’ without saying ‘home’ afterwards.”

“We’re getting there, doll. We’re getting there. C’mon. Lemme get you home and get that alarm set. It’s almost midnight, so seven? Breakfast at eight or eight-thirty? I don’t want to start until you’re here.”

We were walking out of his house to mine with the valise, when Susan drove up.

“Hey Susan,” Charlie greeted her as she got out of her old Honda.

“Hi, guys. Everything OK?”

I told her, “Yeah. Charlie is loaning me a couple things to keep track of me while we’re dating, and one of them has an alarm clock. I’m going to get up early, well, seven, and spend the day with him. He wants to take me out for dinner again, too, so you’ll be on your own again tomorrow.” I saw her smile. Was she happy for me, or happy for Susan? Who knows? Last year, I would’ve said, ‘Happy for Susan’, but now it could truly be both. She surprised me today when she heard about the date.

“You don’t mind, do you, Susan? I think this has been building for some time, and we’re just trying to face it head on. I don’t want to cause any problems.” Charlie was pleading his case for me, but I wasn’t about to let anything go wrong now.

“No, Charlie, not at all. I’ll just spend some time with Barb tomorrow. You two should know that she’s asked me to marry her when I can. So, not to be a bitch or anything, but when my sentence here is ended, and I am free, I have a really wonderful future with a nice woman to look forward to. I’m joking about the sentence thing, but the sooner we can get Cinderella off to college and sell the house, the better.”

“Susan. Let’s talk. You available for breakfast tomorrow?” She tilted her head at him. Hmmm. Like he was up to something and she was suspicious. “If you are, just come over with said ‘Cinderella’ and eat and chat. I have an idea.”

“Okay, Charlie. Frances, wake me up when you get up and I’ll go over with you. G’nite guys. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

Charlie and I both said, “Goodnight, Susan,” in stereo. She went in, we followed, then she went to her room. His hand felt so good in the small of my back as he led me down the hall to my room. Our house was really quite large. We lived in a really nice neighborhood. A gated community, actually. Our money problems all stemmed from all of my money being tied up in trusts for my welfare, then doled out in bits. As far as the house is concerned, it was paid for, free and clear, but the taxes and insurance and all were deducted from the trusts. There were two, I thought at the time, one being just for my college money after I turned eighteen and graduated. Charlie probably knew more about it than I did, since he went to court and all. I just learned about him being in court and stuff yesterday. Yeah, yesterday. It was after midnight now.

He took me to my room, we sat on the bed, and he showed me how to set the alarm and what to do when it went off. He had a couple of alarms already set up, each with another 10 minutes later. He explained that was because it was way too easy to turn them off instead of hitting snooze. Just a safety thing, he said. Once that was done, he made sure it was plugged in and charging, then plugged the iPads in to charge them. He wrote down the PIN to get into them. It was the same for both, and it worked on the phone to unlock it as well. Probably the last four numbers of his social security number or something. I’ll worry about that later. At least now I know his favorite PIN. ‘His life is mine, mwahhahaha’, I thought. He saw my grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking that now I have your favorite PIN, there’s no telling what control I have over your life now!” I pushed him back on the bed, straddled him and kissed him. “I was kidding. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Ever.”

“But you were right, so burn that document after you commit it to memory. And eat the ashes.” He grinned at me. “Punkin’, that is my ‘last four’, you know, the last four numbers of my social, and I use it a lot, but only on stuff that’s private. Not on stuff I’d lose anything if it got out. Those are all protected with real passwords. Sooooo, you have the PIN number that will get you my birthday and my shoe size, and my girlfriend’s name, but that’s about it. You already know two of those. Twelve, if you really need to know the other one tonight.” Yes, I looked at him funny. “My shoe size. Kiss me. I’m going home to think and to get some sleep. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives, and I want it to be a good day. I love you, sweetie.”

“You’re a nut. My nut. I love you, too, handsome.” I kissed him. And hugged him. “Thank you for tonight, Charlie. I had a ball. I really did. I’ll see you in the morning. Bright and early. Well, sometime after bright and early. But as soon as I can drag Susan over there. Love you.” I pecked him on the lips and twiddled my fingers at him watching him walk out down the hall. I heard the door shut. I got undressed, putting the undies and the pantyhose in my lingerie bag, threw on my robe and went to make sure the doors were locked, and the alarm was set. Another thing my trusts paid for. But the one time we needed it, it worked. That was a long, long time ago. Even before Charlie moved here. Oh, well, it was bedtime. I washed my face then crawled in and the alarm was beeping before I even knew I was out.

Chime: “Good morning, girlfriend.”

Let’s see, just tap and a little keyboard. Yay!

“Good morning, boyfriend. See you in a few minutes. LY XXOO”

Chime: a smiley face.

“SUSAN!” I yelled as loud as I thought I should. “I’M UP! BREAKFAST AT CHARLIE’S.”

I think I heard a groan, but it could have been a dog dying or a toilet flushing, or any number of things.

“I’m coming.” Aha, it was Susan, and she was up.

I brushed my hair out, and then my teeth, put a quick bit of eye shadow, just a touch. Some eyeliner, there, perfect. Mascara, just a couple strokes, some blush, and ready to go. Oh. Shorts and a T-shirt, flip flops, and my suit in my little bag. I’ll come back for a dress and shoes later. All is well with the world.

“C’mon, he’s waiting.” I took her hand and dragged her next door through the back gate.

“Frances, nobody is waiting for nothing at this time of the morning. Nothing has started yet. Slow down, antsy pants.”

“No! Come on.” We got there, and I knocked on the sliding glass door. He looked over and waved us in.

“Omelets. I have ham, sausage, tomatoes, cheese, mushrooms, and spinach. We’ll have toast, sourdough or wheat, and hash the browns are on. Any takers?”

“Susan, tell him your desires, but I want mine run through the garden and the barn!” I giggled and he laughed. Susan either wasn’t awake or didn’t get it.

“Oh, ham and cheese will be great. Maybe some tomato and mushrooms if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all. That’s what I have it all out for. Can we talk while I cook, then while we eat? Susan?” Charlie wanted to get something going here, and I was nervous. Susan nodded. “Look, Francie is not a child. She’s seventeen and has been through the grinder of life. If the next couple of days, weeks, or months goes like I want it to, I am hoping that Francie and I become permanent. I love her, Susan, I really do.” Her face changed.

“As in love her and make love to her, or as in ‘until death do you part’,” Susan was the antsy one, now.

“The latter first, then the former, or both. I don’t know. I love her. Look, it would be a first-time thing for both of us, I hope. But I know, whatever it’s like, we can do it together. Francie, are you thinking about me and making love and sex, and whatever else you might call it?”

OhGodOhGodOhGod. I meekly nodded. “I don’t know how to answer that. It’s private between us if it happens, but yesterday was a glimpse at the future.” I was really scared now, but I knew what he was going to ask, and I wanted it soo sooo bad. I knew it was the right answer. For all of us. “Look, Susan, Charlie, whatever is about to happen, I’m not going to get pregnant and ruin my life with a baby. I know that sounds silly, but it’s not. No matter what happens after this conversation, my life will still be dedicated to making Charlie glad he fell in love with me. Period. Yes, I think about Charlie ‘that way’. As in the sexual way. Carry on.” Shit, I could feel myself turning scarlet. No need for any blush now!

“So, what happened yesterday?” Susan caught that. Ickkkk.

“She was applying suntan oil to me, and me to her, and I got a little aroused…” Charlie was saying until I interrupted him.

“Nothing little about it.”

“Francie, please?!?” Charlie hollered. Susan gasped.

“Sorry, Charlie.”

“Frances Charlotte, you hussy!” Susan chastised.

I got warm, flushed, and turned redder. I had to have. I was so embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it just came out.”

Susan looked at me. “That’s the kind of thing you have to be careful of. Adults don’t make those kinds of remarks, unless maybe they’re just around their boyfriend and their aunt and trying to be cute.” She started laughing. Bitch. I smiled. Charlie started snickering. Well, what the hell. Maybe I wasn’t such a dweeb. Maybe Susan wasn’t such a bitch. Charlie sure thought it was funny.

“Where was I before Miss Francie spread the word…” Susan interrupted him.

“Should I ask, Frances?”

“No. Forget I said anything. Go on, Charlie. I’m so embarrassed.”

“YOU? What about me? I’m the one in question here,” Charlie said, grinning.

“Nope. No question, Charlie. None. Shit, I did it again. Self, SHUT MOUTH NOW!”

That time we all laughed, and as soon as we settled, Charlie looked dead straight at Susan and said, “I want my Fancy Francie to move in with me. I want her forever, but this will help us all in the short term. You get your life back. Barbara gets a wife. You said she asked you, so I’m just assuming, and we all know what that does. Francie gets her college money out of the house, and I cook better than you, anyway.”

“I won’t argue that. Feed me. I’ll chat while you cook. We can petition the courts to emancipate her. With her trusts, she’s gainfully and monetarily sufficient, even if not employed. Or you could just marry her and be done with it. Nothing like a senior going back to school with a diamond on their ring finger. Just sayin’. Rumors of her pregnancy will be quashed by what few friends she has that know she’s trans, but what the hell. Shake things up. That, though, would take some heart to heart and some getting to know each other. If you are sure this is the road you want to go down, both of you, I recommend you start now, while you still like each other enough not to complain about snoring. I’m not going to stand in the way. If you, Frances, want to curl up in this man’s arms at night, or in the daytime, I’m not going to interfere. Just remember, both of you: This is not a normal relationship. In any sense. At the first sign of trouble, get counseling.”

Damn, I never thought of that. Is me being trans really going to be okay? Does that make Charlie gay? Will his friends say anything? Will they know? Oh, crap, Susan. Thanks for opening that bucket of worms.

“Charlie, are you really okay with who I am and where I came from?” He held his arms out for me. I’m so glad, ‘cause tears were coming and I didn’t want that right now. He pulled me in and held me tight. Then he rubbed my back.

“Yes, baby. I’m fine knowing you were almost a boy. Your mother told me a lot about you. You were a girl when you were old enough to pick your own clothes. You’d look for pastels and pink with frills. She told me one time you were shopping, and you walked into the girls’ department and picked out a pack of panties with lace on them and a pack of three pairs of lace topped bobby socks with pink, yellow, and baby blue ribbons in them. She knew, for sure, then. The doctors finally listened and started looking into it at around seven years old, but she let you be a girl starting at four. I have no problems with your femininity, nor your legs. Oh, those legs. And the rest. Oh, my! All girl, all the way up. I saw you in your bikini bottoms yesterday. You referred to being excited, too. If that was what you are worried about, don’t. That’s almost normal anatomy for some women. You are fine. I am fine, and I want us to be fine, together.” I nodded into his chest and hugged him, while he turned one of the omelets. I guess I know where I rate. Just kidding.

Susan started again. “Well good, we have that out there. Frances, have you done any reading about being trans and having relations with a guy? What it takes, and doesn’t take? How they make love, and where? Not to be a buzzkill, but it’s much like gay male sex. IF you do that. Not everyone does. There are so many other ways to have sex, and make love, without that.”

“Yes, Susan. I’ve read all about it. Why do you think I was so concerned yesterday? I know the horse is already dead, but he’s not small, and my bottom is not large, and… Let’s think about something else for a while. Charlie is going to make love to me however he wants, whenever he wants. We’ll make it work. That’s the one thing I read about that really makes sense. Be clean, prepare, and take your time. It’ll be fine. I’m sure of that.” I got it out without stuttering. How adult and composed of me. I was freaking shaking.

“Quite a statement. That’s dedication. I know you love him. Why don’t you stay over here when you want and you two, just, I don’t know, get to know each other? You don’t have to do anything, and I can tell he’s not going to hurt you. I think Charlie would jump off a bridge before he’d hurt you on purpose.”

Charlie asked her, “Are you sure, Susan, because I’d love to have her over here more, and I’d love nothing more than to wake up with her in my arms.” I blushed again. I was going to be red all day!

“I think I’m being realistic. In a couple weeks, she’ll be old enough to get married in this state and could walk over here and ask you to marry her, if she wanted. I know you’d say yes. You two have been dancing around each other for years. So yes, I’m sure. Let me know how things go, and we’ll start calling lawyers and such when you two make a decision. Marriage, or emancipation. Either will work for me. I do love you, Frances, I’m just not mother material. You know that. I want the best for you, though, and he is probably it.” I had to hug her for that.

“Thank you, Susan. You won’t regret it. I promise. I promise.” I looked over her shoulder at my boyfriend. Probably more than that, now. I mouthed ‘thank you’. He nodded. And smiled. He has a pretty smile. I mean, for a boy.

He fed us. He fed us well. The omelets were great. It was all great. Susan left, after hugging me and wishing us luck. I didn’t think we’d need it, but it was a nice thing to get. I helped him clean up the kitchen, dishes, and table, then we sat at the table with my laptop, the one he just loaned me, and he helped me go through the courses. I was able to pick out a course I needed, first year, some sociology thing, not offered by the AP classes, so I went for it, using his Black American Express Centurion Card. He told me what it was, why it was black, and all that, when I asked. No big deal he said, unless I try to buy a boat or something. That would probably take a telephone call to pull off. BUT, he said, almost seriously I think, “If I wanted another boat, we’ll look into it.” Okay. WHAT!?!? That’s right! He owns a boat. I remember him telling me about that a while back. Someone else takes care of it and rents it out for him.

Anyway, I had a class, and a syllabus, and homework, and my first night with my boyfriend would be AFTER my schoolwork was done. Life will be normal after all. We shut down and went outside to sit and talk. We each had an orange juice and club soda. I really like most of my juices fizzy, and he started doing it, too. We talked about his plan for us, and about Susan going along with it.

He said, “I wanted this anyway, someday, but Barb asking Susan to marry her is a timeline shaker. A good thing in my book, if it works for you, sweetie.” He reached out for my hand, but when he got there, I raised his to my mouth and kissed it. On his thumb knuckle. “Are you okay with everything we talked about?” He’s so sweet.

I had to tell him, “Yes, Charlie. Everything. I meant what I said, too. I want you to make love to me whenever you want, however you want. Any way, any time, any how. I want us to be a happy, loving couple. Yes, we need to start with the basics, but I think we have kissing 101 down pat. Tonight, maybe more?” He nodded. I got up and sat in his lap. He was big enough, and I was small enough, that I could do that for hours and not bother him. But we didn’t. After about twenty more minutes of romantic activity, he told me to call Susan and let her know I was coming back for a dress and some accessories. He came with me, and we carried a couple armloads of Mom’s stuff I liked wearing, and a box of my regular clothes. He pointed me to the smaller of his two guest rooms. I stopped. I looked at him. I didn’t think I pouted, but…

“No, honey. It’s all good. Sorry. I pointed you in here for the space and to let you have some room. I’m not relegating you to the back bedroom. It’s a hideaway. Study place. Closet space. Whatever. Put what you want in my closet. But, no, don’t think for a minute that I want you away from me.” That was a relief. He leaned down and kissed me.

“Sorry, babe. I got scared. I’m all right. I just need to get used to it, and I’ll be fine.” Inside, I sighed. I almost lost it, but he saved the day. I need to grow up a bit, I think. He hugged me to him. Yeah, I’d be fine. We made another run with another big box and a couple arms full of clothes and accessories.

We moved my stuff in, and I showed him the little black dress I was wearing that night. The emphasis was on little, but it was really pretty. Again, the weather was supposed to be nice, but I had a light crocheted shawl to wear. I asked him to go back with me for a couple more things and then we could swim if he wanted. I had him bring my jewelry box, and my mother’s. I also threw a bag of shoes together in a pillowcase. A little low brow, but I only did that with the ones that wouldn’t get smudged or marked up. The dyed satin ones all had their own boxes, so I stacked a few of those up in a different bag, and off we went. He asked about the jewelry box, the big one, but I told him I’d tell him about it later.

We got them to the little guest room, I guess Francie’s room now, and set them up on the dresser. I pulled the bottom drawer out on Mom’s and showed him the compartment under the drawer. I trusted Charlie with my life, so I guess it was time to prove it. Mom showed me the compartment, a long time ago, when she and my father started fighting over me. Mom came from a pretty well to do family. Grams made sure, after the fighting started, that if anything ever happened, that’s what Mom called it, we would be taken care of. Charlie reached in and pulled out a bundle. A baby poop brownish yellow colored wrapper. The web says it’s ‘mustard’. Ten thousand dollars. There were twelve of them. I showed him the compartment in mine. Six brown bundles of fifties and six purple bundles of twenties. Mom’s mom slowly passed us $161,900.

“Charlie, I have to be honest. It was $162,000, but I had a couple things come up and didn’t want to bother Susan about, so I just, kind of went off the plan a little.”

“Damn, baby. You used a hundred bucks in a year and a half? I’d call that restraint! Wow. I should get you a little safe or something. That’s a lot of money. If you need anything, though, use that if you want, but ask me if you’d rather. Wow, that’s a lot of money. One of these days, you and I are going to have to talk about money, though. One of these days. I’m assuming Susan doesn’t know about this?”

“No, babe. You and me. Grams told me not to tell anyone. You aren’t anyone. She actually liked you. Of course, no one but me had an inkling back then, but she thought you were nice.”

“I liked her, too. She was a lot like your mother. Let’s go swim,” Charlie said, a little excited.

We did and we also wound up with nothing on. I asked him if we could, just to start getting visual with each other. I told him not to worry about getting an erection, that it would go away when we got used to being with each other, but I was oh, so, wrong. My little thing stayed small, just a dinky thing, really, I had so many female hormones in me I only got hard when it was physically played with or he was kissing me or rubbing oil on me. So, yes, it happened a couple times. But it went away. Even when I was hard, though, it was only about the size of my thumb down to the first joint. His, on the other hand, stayed hard or at least half hard all morning and all afternoon long. A lot of oil got used. We were tanning otherwise untanned real estate and had to be careful. We were. I got a little adventurous a couple times on him, between his butt cheeks. Testing. A little lower. He kinda ran me off. ‘In good time’, he says. I was thinking, ‘no time like the present’.

We stayed naked when we went inside for a very light lunch, and then again after, going inside about three. He said he had early dinner plans. A five thirty reservation at his country club. I didn’t even know he had one. He went in the house to shower, and, now that I lived there, I just followed him in. All the way to the shower. He looked at me funny, but I held my hand up.

“Don’t even say it. I put this oil on you, and I get to take it off!” He smiled and I soaped up a wash rag and got to work. From his face down, I cleaned every square inch of him with that soapy cloth. Every square inch. And it was fun. I tried to stay away from his hard penis, but I had to wash it a little. Just a little. And underneath. Gently. Uhnngggg. Stop, Francie, you little nympho. I shampooed his hair, too. He held my waist when I did, and I think my peenie was the hardest it’s ever been. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done. Totally.

But, as we’ve said, turnabout’s fair play. He started with the shampoo, then the conditioner. I brought them from home in that second batch we carted over. He had no idea all the stuff I got into that big box. He’s such a brute, he didn’t have any problems with it at all. Make up, hair dryer, all that. Honesty, again. I had no plans of ever leaving.

He washed me gently with that washrag and the soap, then started over with just a little of the body wash in the palms of his hands. His hands felt so good. I got chills, shivers, warm spells, and a couple of muscle cramps from the anticipation when he was between my legs. He looked down at me, I think he was looking for permission, but I just smiled at him. His big hand between my legs, my little clittie between his fingers, then, ohhh, his other hand behind, between, his finger, oh God, nooooo. That felt good. He rubbed his soapy finger, laid flat, along my butthole, back and forth with his other hand squeezing my peenie between his fingers. I came. I don’t squirt much or anything, but the orgasm took my feet out from under me. I collapsed into his hands.

His hands were already under me, holding me up, when I came, thank God. I don’t need a cracked noggin. Wow, our first sex was in the shower, with his hands all over me. How perfect is that?

He asked me, “Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, Charlie, I’m fine, and you didn’t hurt me. I’m really fine. Really. I feel… I feel… Wow. That was something. I can stand now, I think. Thank you. I owe you one. Yes, I owe you one, now.”

He laughed. “Francie, don’t keep score. Just play and don’t worry about who wins, all right?” I nodded, grinning like the cat with the feather on his lip.

“We have some time, Charlie. Can I try something with you?” He nodded. Goody, goody, he nodded! Yessss! “Dry off and go lay down. I’ll be right there.” He did. I dried, too, and picked a hand towel out of the cabinet. I stalked up from the end of the bed, smiling at him, but stayed down between his legs. I laid the towel out on his tummy, where his penis would be over it when he got hard. “Put your hands behind your head. Lace ‘em, Buster.” I giggled. “Yeah, like in the cop shows. Assume the position and don’t move.” Another giggle. I couldn’t help it. I was so happy. “I love you, Charlie.” I put my little hands on either side of his growing erection and just caressed it. It was getting bigger and harder. I put my thumb and finger on the top of it and circled it. Moving a bit, he jerked. It was so fun. I could feel his heartbeat. It was throbbing with his heartbeat. So cool.

I lifted it up from his tummy, and saw the clear stuff oozing out. Precum. I know that. I get that, too, when I’m really excited. Like yesterday and today, oiling, showering. Just thinking about it makes me shudder. Oh jeez. Now I can’t get my hand around it. Wow. It grew that much! With both hands, I held what I could, and just slowly moved them up and down. Putting my thumb on the head and wiping around in the slick precum must have gotten to him, because he grunted like an animal and started to come. I held it down, so he came on the towel, still holding it lightly and moving slowly up and down the shaft. The spurts of come shot out on the towel, ending with the last couple just oozing out when he hunched up a little. I leaned down and kissed it, right about in the middle. He jerked. ‘One of these days, Charlie, one of these days,’ I thought. I wanted to do everything with him. Putting the big ole thing in my mouth and sucking on it ‘til he blasted was definitely one of those things. Maybe after dinner that night.

I used the towel to gently wipe the tip and get the drips off of him. Folding it up and laying it back under the head of his somewhat shrinking penis, I crawled up to snuggle him for a bit.

“Thank you, princess. That was nice. Really nice. I’m sorry I didn’t last long, but it’s been a long time since anyone touched me there besides me. Really, honey, it almost happened during our oil sessions, and almost again in the shower. I’ve been so close. You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?”

“I’m glad I do that to you, but no, I don’t think of myself as anything that great. Except my legs. My girlfriends say I have killer legs. I hope they don’t kill you, though. We have so much we need to do together.”

“True that,” he said, then pulled me to him for a kiss. “We need to start getting ready, Punkin.”

“I am leaving you, sir. You have provided me with my own private quarters, and I am retiring there to prepare for the eve.” I was talking in a haughty British accent. He laughed and shooed me out after another kiss.

Back in my room, I laid out a black sheer bra and panty set and a pair of shiny black stockings. Large sized thigh highs that went all the way up my legs to my bottom. Unless you went that last inch, or two, it looked like I was wearing pantyhose. Normally, someone my size would wear a small or medium, and I could, but my legs were really long, so the large ones went up high enough to hide the tops under a short dress. These shiny ones were tight enough not to slip or anything, either. I set out my little black dress, yes, the short dress in question, and the four-inch peep toe, low platform pumps finished the outfit. I also got the emerald earrings he bought me for my sweet sixteenth and an emerald necklace of Mom’s.

I love putting on stockings. It feels sexy. I remember last night, putting my foot up and having him rub my legs. Oh, God, that felt nice. And, God, that was not in vain. I want you to know how happy I am with him. You outdid yourself making that man. Thank you. Oh, yeah, putting on stockings… Pantyhose, not so much. Actually, kind of a pain, but it’s rather necessary for the off-black look with hot pants like I wore last night. I put the bra and panties on. Sheer black. If he sees me in these, he won’t be disappointed. A little Secret and… Ready for my face.

I got my makeup just right again. Light, because I liked not wearing a lot, but also because I wanted to look the part of his woman, not a hooker, trolling for a trick. A touch darker eye shadow, and a touch more conservative dark pink lip stick, because of the darker clothes, and… All done. Nice job, if I do say so myself. Mom taught me all her makeup tricks. She was beautiful without, but in her war paint, she was magazine quality.

I dressed, able to pull my own zipper up. Of course. Any woman worth her weight in nylon can. Mom showed me some tricks when I was just turning fourteen that were pretty cool. The safety pin and ribbon trick was the crush. If the dress fit, she said, it would work. Watch your figure and your weight, always, she said, and back zips will never cause you a problem. She taught me a lot. I missed her so much. Oh, so much. God, I hate that man for killing my mother. Stop, Francie. I had to let it go. Not a good night for that. I still miss her.

I slipped my shoes on and stood in front of the mirror. I turned, showing my rumpus. Not bad. I’d date me! I smiled. I thought about Karen and me and some of the things we got up to. Good. I needed to think good things tonight. Charlie said that today was the first day of the rest of our lives. Good thoughts, good impressions. Lord knows I’ll be in good company.

I grabbed my little black and gold clutch and went out to meet my man. When the carpet stopped in the hallway, my heels tapped on the floor. The most handsome man I’ve ever met looked up at me from the table and his jaw dropped. THAT is why we dress the way we do. To see that look from the man we love. I smiled at him and put my finger under his chin. Lifting and tilting his head back, I told him, “Thank you for looking at me like that. You make me feel like a true and real princess.” I kissed him lightly, so as not to ruin my lips, then stepped back and twirled for him. “Silly question, because of your chin hitting the floor, but you like?”

“Jesus, Francie. You’re gorgeous. Simply amazing. I’m so lucky. So lucky. Come on, I need to show you off. Wow. Just, effing, Wow!”

He put me in the car and off we went to the club. Like I said, I didn’t think he did anything like this. I asked him about it.

“Well, honey, I like to golf. I don’t like all the pretentious crap, but I love golf, and this club has a nice course, and reciprocal membership benefits with a couple of other country clubs in the area with nice courses, so that’s why I joined. About four times a year I wind up at some party, or gathering, and I have met some nice people that have helped me professionally, but that’s pretty rare, here. More so down in the city. In any case, you will be a member of this club, too, and if you’ve ever thought about golf, we can get you set up and as a matter of fact, I’d love for you to take it up.”

“I’ve never seen you go…” he interrupted me.

“I generally go during the week when it’s not busy and you’re in school. When we get you in college, I’d like you… If you decide to take it up, I’d like you to leave a weekday afternoon open so we can make a date out of it. Only if you want to. I’m not pushing, I just think you’d like it. I really do.”

“OK, let’s plan on that, then. We don’t talk much about your work. You just take off during the week?”

“Let’s talk over dinner, sweetheart. Remember what you showed me this morning? I guess it’s time to share secrets. To the point that I don’t want any more secrets at all. Everything on the table over dinner?” I nodded. “Good. We have all night. The club is open until ten o’clock tonight, I think, and it’s usually not crowded on Sundays. You have school tomorrow, though, so we need to get home at a decent hour.” I nodded. Secrets? Where was this evening headed, and what was I getting into?

He pulled up to a mansion looking building, big white pillars imposing over a covered entryway and a large set of double doors, intricately carved from wood that looked amazing. Both the artwork and the wood. It shone. Almost glowed. A big gold engraved sign on either side of the door had the name and ‘Established 1919.’ Wow. A hundred years. A guy came out, opening Charlie’s door, and he jumped out, coming around to my door to help me out. Not ever doing this before, I decided when we pulled up that I would listen, and not do anything until he had me do it. Good choice. He leads, I follow. That works. Just like dancing. He was all smiles, so I’m figuring I did well. We walked in the entrance, my hand hooked under and on his bicep. He pulled his arm in, hugging my hand to him and looked down and smiled. I was on the right track. I smiled back, just barely keeping myself from swooning and acting like a love-struck idiot. Which I was. It would NOT have been an act.

We were shown to a table and seated next to each other at a ninety-degree angle. My hand was on the table when he put his over mine. “Relax, baby, you’re doing fine. Perfect in fact. I love you. Remember that.” The waiter came over with a menu for Charlie, but he asked for a bottle of Nino Franco Rustico Prosecco. After the waiter left, he told me he ordered a bottle of Prosecco, a sparkling wine that I’d probably like, but if I didn’t, not to worry. He asked if I enjoyed the margarita last night, and I nodded. He just said, “Trust me, sweetheart. Trust me.” I nodded and puckered for a kiss. I love this guy sooooo much.

The wine came, and after the waiter poured just a sip into a glass for Charlie to taste, he handed it to me. I copied what he did. I swirled it just a little, smelled it, tasted it, and smiled. No reason not to trust my love. None. This stuff is good. I couldn’t explain it, but the flavor was… The flavor was enticing. The only way I could describe it. I wanted another sip. It was bubbly, but not too much. More like sparkling water, but with a fruity sweet tickly flavor. That makes no sense at all. I read once that people go to school to judge and taste wines. Maybe they teach people not to say ‘fruity, sweet, and tickly’.

“Thank you for trusting me on this. Let me lead, and we’re going to have a lot of fun together, darling Francie. I promise.” We smiled at each other and he kissed my hand. “Beef, fish, or chicken tonight, my love? The club does not offer a full menu, but the few dishes they do offer are top notch. The three tonight are filet mignon, poached salmon, or chicken cordon bleu. Any way you go, you win, but I’m having the chicken. With cauliflower.”

“I’m going to be your obstinate child bride wanna-be and get the poached salmon and cauliflower in cheese sauce, and demand in my most spoiled rotten brat voice, at the top of my lungs, embarrassing us both, that you let me have a bite of yours. I’ll let you taste mine, if you do. How does that sound?”

“Perfect. I love that side of you!” He kissed me again. The entire club knew that Charlie Rawlins had a girlfriend. And girl was right. Except for one couple with presumably preteen and young teen daughters, I was the youngest lady in the place. He was a little over twice my age, but then even people who were born closer together, at some point before their relationships, one was twice as old as the other. At some point. Corny, I know, but… I’m in love. I don’t care.

He’d ordered shrimp cocktail salads, too, which really hit the spot.

A guy walked over to us, and I knew as soon as he got within voice range, I didn’t like him. He had ‘jerk’ written all over him, only it was spelled A S S H O L E. My Charlie winced when we heard, “Bucko! How’s Charlie Baby today?”

“Fine, Bob. You?”

“Peachy. Who’s the babe, Charlie. Your daughter from a marriage you never told us about? Niece visiting town? Can’t say that I’m not interested.”

“Bob, she’s my fiancée, so please contain yourself.”

“Oooooh, not married yet. I love a challenge.” He reached out for my hand. I didn’t move. He waved his fingers to get me to shake with him.

I shook my head. “No, thanks. Your last comment made me want to vomit. In your lap.” Charlie laughed. Bob frowned.

Charlie looked up at him. “Bob, remember last year when you were bragging about taking that guy’s wife from him and I said, ‘If I was him, I would have killed you’? Remember that?” Bob nodded. “If you speak another word about or to my fiancée, I’ll kill you. I’ll be smiling, Bob. I really will. You have a couple seconds before I get out of this chair and break your neck, Bob. Seriously. I’m not kidding.” Bob was stunned. Charlie rose and moved his chair back with his knees. Bob was gone. “Baby that was not a peacock spread for your sake. He really did brag about doing that. He’s a handsome guy with a lot of money. He likes to take other men’s women just for sport. He’s not with that lady anymore, and wasn’t two weeks after breaking them up. He’s a dick. Plain and simple. By the way, what you said to him? It stunned him. I am so proud of you. I love you, baby doll. I truly do. Let’s start that talk now, okay?”

I was out of my mind with pride. I made him happy by telling some dipstick what I thought. I nodded.

“You have a lot of money. All of your mom’s money is in your trust. Your father’s entire estate, and a third of his deceased parents’ estate, plus everything he had that was paid for. You have a Lexus in the garage. I know you don’t drive it often, but you should. Or give it to Susan. Especially now that she’s helping us. I’ll buy you anything you want, so you don’t need it.”

“Do you know how much all that is worth, Charlie, because no one will tell me? I guess they think I’m too young.”

“Yes, roughly. It changes with the markets, but on a good day you’re worth about five and on a bad day about four and a half million. The gains on some of the investments are channeled into an account on one of the trusts that you pay your bills out of. Quite a good set up, actually.”

“So, I’m rich?”

“Some people may think so. Susan certainly would, but she doesn’t know about any of it except for the one million from your grandparents on your father’s side. She has a third of the estate, about a million, but she can’t touch it until she’s forty. Weird setup, but it’s true. I wonder if Barbara knows, but that’s none of my business. Susan and I are about the same age, so in about five years, Susan will have about a million two, a million three, with investment growth and all that.”

“What about you? Do you think so?”

“Time for the honesty thing. No, honey, I don’t. One reason I never settled down was that I can smell a gold-digger a mile off. I inherited my father’s company and left the service to take over, then sold it and now I just work part time inventing things and working software problems. I don’t have to work; I just want to for fun. I like making things tick. Or tick faster, or better, or whatever. It’s an engineer thing. I just enjoy that kind of challenge. I have a small company of people that help me.”

“Tell me, in relation to mine, how much. It doesn’t really matter. I had no idea. I’m just curious.”

He took out a five-dollar bill and laid it on the table. Then dug a nickel out of his pocket and laid it down by the bill. He put his finger on the nickel. “You. On a good day.” Moving his finger to the five, he tapped it. “Me. On a bad day.” I looked at him. He was straight faced. “I love you, Francie. This has nothing to do with anything. It’s just the way it is.”

“Charlie, I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

“I know that, baby. Don’t even think that. I told you I could smell a gold-digger a mile off. I know your heart. You didn’t know. No one knows. My bankers don’t know. I have several investment firms, and an accountant that files my taxes, but he doesn’t have access to the investments, just the tax reporting documents. They don’t show totals, and a lot of my investments are tax free. Enough of that. More secrets, then I’ll let you have a turn. I almost got married about seven years ago but found out she was after my money and had a boyfriend she was going to split it with after she got it. That was enlightening, to say the least. I moved after that, and tried to start again, but being in the same town with her and him, and her parents, just did me in. A parent company of a customer offered me half a billion, cash, for my entire operation, so after negotiating for that, plus one percent off the top of anything they got from it, we struck a deal, and I moved here. That was what, three, four years ago? Then I met this wonderful woman and her beautiful child, and my life became worth living again. Your mother’s demise affected me deeply, sweetie. She was a wonderful woman. Loving you and helping you live your life, to me, is a wonderful way to remember her. I hope you share that with me.”

I was stunned. Still. “I want to, Charlie, I really do.” I reached over and put the nickel on the five-dollar bill, rolled it up inside, folded the edges in, kissed it, touched it to his lips, kissed it again, and put it in my clutch. “And that, Charlie Rawlins, is all the money I want to take from you.”

Dinner was served. It was really good. I think when you do a few things, very well, it’s better than doing a whole bunch of things adequately. We shared forkfuls of our delights. I noticed when I fed him, I opened my mouth, too, and followed him closing it and such. He told me that was my mother instinct kicking in and that he thought it was cute. “Something to talk about later, Francie, but we have so much life to live before we do that.”

I could only agree. Looking to be a newly created seventeen-year-old, I did NOT want to think about kids.

We sat and talked about his ex and that debacle, and how life was for me before he moved in next door. We both agreed we were broken, yet somewhat fixed, and that together we could overcome all of it and be happy together. That was my goal. My journey, too. I wanted to make him happy and keep him happy, especially with me.

We prepared to leave, me standing and him putting my shawl over my shoulders. He told me he was going to contact the valet for the car if I wanted to hit the little girls’ room or anything. I took his advice. Nice thing about this outfit. Dress up, panties down, or to the side, either one, but in this case down, and pee. I scooted up so it ran down the front of the bowl instead of splashing on me. Ughhh, I hated that. Dabbed! Panties up. Dress down. Sorry, ladies, but jealousy will get you nowhere. Trans girls have ONE advantage. HaHaHa!!! I checked my face in the mirror and stepped out of the ladies’ room. Bob was walking toward me. I put my finger to my lips and shook my head. He looked down and walked into the men’s room. Smarter than I gave him credit for. I most certainly would have told Charlie if he had spoken to me. He was a scourge.

I mentioned the incident to Charlie on the way home. He laughed.

At home, after he carried me in his arms to the bedroom and he set his alarm, I undressed my man, hung up his suit and threw his shirt, t-shirt, boxers, and socks in the hamper. I turned for him to unzip me, then shimmied out of my dress and hung it up, making an ordeal out of walking over to, into, and out of the closet in my lingerie and heels. He was hardening as I teased him. This time when I stalked up the bed, I didn’t bring a towel. I decided over dinner I wouldn’t use one tonight. I wouldn’t need it.

I knelt between his thighs and held his penis again. He was having none of it and asked me to come kneel next to him so he could touch me while I played. I did so, and immediately found out he had a thing for heels and stockings. He couldn’t stop playing with them. He ventured his fingers a couple times over my bottom to rub the sheer material there and traced the back of my bra with his fingers, but for the most part played with my feet, legs, heels, and hose. I loved it. I had a weakness for wearing them and he had a weakness for seeing and touching them. We were going to do just fine.

I leaned down and pretty much did what I had done this afternoon, but I added a little something extra for him. When the clear slick fluid came out the little hole for me, I licked it off. Hearing him moan is now my favorite sound. I think he’s happy. I squeezed and milked a little more up, then instead of licking it, I sucked it out with my lips around the tip. After that, I put the whole head in my mouth. Then I got the groan. Nope, the moan is still my favorite. The groan is a close second, though!

The taste of his… His… I don’t want to say penis all the time. Too clinical. The taste of the head of his cock… Yes, cock. The taste of his cock was totally unique. Musky? I don’t know, but a dick tastes like nothing else. Period. And I love it. The taste is definitely something I like. I will look forward to this, as much as ice cream, or a candy bar, or any other treat I can think of. I like the taste. I milked some more pre-cum up and sucked it out. He was getting close. His hips were moving. I’ll let him off the hook now. I slid my mouth down until his cock hit the back of my throat and made me gag. Then up a bit, then back down. Then suck hard and gently rub under his balls. Bingo. His hips jutted up and I could feel the spasms and jerks as his come shot into my mouth. I swallowed each little bit as it came out, making the swallow motion obvious to him, kind of milking him with my mouth. The yell was unexpected. I thought moan, then groan, then grunt, but the yell caught me off guard. I looked back, but his grimace was laced with a smile. I didn’t kill him. Good. That would have been a short engagement. I giggled, still with my lips on his dick head. He held his arms out. Moving to him, I kicked my heels off and onto the floor, then he pulled me on his chest and pulled my head down to kiss him. He ravished my mouth. Literally. Whatever I had left of his stuff in my mouth, he proceeded to clear out, along with any saliva I may have owned.

That answered a question. He obviously wasn’t turned off by body fluids. Even his own. Yes, I think we’re gonna be OK.

After the kiss, he moved his hands down to my ass cheeks, and held them while he tried to dig my little peenie into his tummy. That felt nice. But when I smiled and started pushing with him, he asked, “May I?”

“Charlie, it’s yours. You do what you want with it. I only ask that we do like I mentioned with Susan. Clean, prepare, and slow. Other than that, this body is property of Charlie Rawlins, starting this morning.”

“Thank you, Baby.” Then he literally scared the piss out of me. I didn’t realize how bad I had to go, but he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me backwards onto my back and I wound up with my feet on his back and his face wrapped around my clittie. SHIT! No WONDER HE YELLED! FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK. I screamed when I came in between his lips, moving on me, and pushed him away before I peed in his mouth. I had to go, badly. I just made it. He walked in, laughing, and kissed me. “Someday, I’m going to keep you held down and not let you move until after you’re empty. You told me it was mine and I could do what I wanted with it. I’m going to hold you to that. I promise you this though, honey. I will never, ever, physically harm or hurt you on purpose. That, I promise and guarantee. You want a safe word?”

“No, I don’t. I trust you that much. If I thought I needed a safe word with you, Charlie Rawlins, I wouldn’t be dressed in black lingerie, peeing in front of you, naked, after having just sucked your semen out through your cock.” I pulled him to me by his dick. I kissed it and sucked on the end for a bit. “I love you. As long as you stop just before I would’ve used the safe word, we’ll be fine. If you don’t, well, from what I understand after our discussion tonight, you have enough money to hide the body or give me a decent funeral, either way.” I had to laugh. Where do I come up with this stuff? He laughed, too, then moved over in front of me and peed between my legs. Oh, Jeez. Talk about erotic. I wanted to hold it for him, but he would have probably peed all over me if I did. Better this way… For now.

I removed my things, putting them in my lingerie bag, then put my shoes on the rack in the closet and went back to the bed. I pushed him onto his back, laid on his chest and kissed him. Deeply. Another ‘sharing what we have’ kiss. “I have school tomorrow. I’m driving Mom’s Lexus. I think she’d be happy for us, Charlie. I really do. I feel that.”

“I do too, honey. She wanted you to be happy, above all else. All else. She proved that, over and over. Keep that card with you. If you need gas or whatever. As a matter of fact, we’ll both go over early and check the car out. It hasn’t been started for a while.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Charlie. Thank you for everything.” He kissed the top of my head, and I don’t remember anything else except a dream about being in the shower, holding his dick as it peed down my tummy.

Wow, that was different. When I woke, that flashed back through my mind, so I checked the mattress to make sure I didn’t pee the bed. The dream was pretty realistic, with all the warmth and everything. Wow is right.

Five o’clock. Alarm goes off at five-thirty. I went down and made coffee, then went back up, putting a mug on his nightstand and kissed his forehead. “Good morning, my prince. The elixir of life awaits your consumption.”

“Mornin’, Princess Nut Case. I love you. Thanks.” He sat up and watched me move around. I took a shower really quick, shaving as well. He saw me doing that and when I got out, he asked me, “Honey, would you like your hair gone? All of it? All over?”

“Oh, Hell yes. Excuse my language, but the only thing worse than shaving is needing to. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Memorial Day is coming up, and I don’t have a gift picked out yet. I thought maybe a three-week coupon for laser hair removal. All of it. All over. Well, below the ears, anyway.”

“Memorial Day gift? You are but the daft bugger, you are,” I said in my haughty British accent. He laughed. “Babe, that is a girl’s dream come true. I’d take you up on that in a heartbeat, but we’ve talked about you buying and giving me stuff.”

“And I told you I could do it. That’s the rule. If you want a broke ass boyfriend that can’t spend money on you, go find one. In the meantime you’re stuck with me. Is the fight over yet so we can kiss and make up and you can start doing your homework on a laser table?”

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