Becoming Emma Chapter 12

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This isn't what pleasure felt like. It couldn't be. Emma lay beside her boyfriend with the covers drawn up to her boobs.
His limp dick pushing against her ass. Her sore ass.
This was the first time she had ever had sex. She'd figured that she might as well experience it as her former self before she completed her transition. Before she could have sex the way she was born to.
Before she could take the whole lot of her fiancé deep into herself.
The thought alone made her shiver with pleasure but now all she actually felt was pain.
She knew her fiancé was large in his pants.
She should. She'd sucked it multiple times in the past but only a few hours ago had she begun to appreciate the sheer size of it.
She was sure that it had expanded her butt hole by at least a few centimetres but did she regret the act? No she didn't.
She owed it to the sweet man sleeping behind her.
He hadn't had sex in almost a year and unlike her, he wasn't on estrogen pills that suppressed the male urges.
If she turned to look at him, she was sure he'd be smiling but she couldn't.
This was perfect and she didn't want to shake the moment.
In the dark room, she was alone with her thoughts and even as awesome as her life had been the last year, not all thoughts had been good.
She'd basically dropped out of school to become a housewife. What if Andrew decided that he was truly and forever will be gay and that she was too much of a woman for him.
What then?
Her university fees were paid by his father
Her job was courtesy of his father
All her friends were courtesy of her job.
Odds were no job, no friends.
She hadn't talked to or even gone to see the team in a while.
They were doing good on the plus side. They hadn't won the championship that year but had caught enough eyes to attract a few sponsors.
She made a mental note to buy a ticket for their next game.
In any case, she'd be stranded without Andrew. A transgender girl in a hostile world with no money.
At least she'd still have her parents... and her brother.
That was the scariest thought. Facing them.
Their father had thought both of them to wrestle at an early age.
"Never loose a fight" he would day
The king of the Macho. 6'4" the both of them and ripped to the teeth.
Thinking about it now, she was lucky she didn't take after her father like her elder brother did.
It had been a problem in the past but not now. She took after her mother. Down to the lack of muscles. Not much anyway.
Her mother had begged them to go easier on Emma.
"Not everyone has to be superman" she said one time with Emma nodding in agreement
"Every story needs a Lois Lane" she joked.
That didn't help much. Curse the days she'd made her mother read her superman comics instead of regular fairytales.
She'd have told her mother long ago if she was the only part of the equation.
Her father was that part of the equation that made you divide x by several squares of 49... on the day you forget your calculator.
She never got him. But her brother sure did. It's like they were pieces of the same pie. They were pepperoni. And she was a rock.
Sure it'll be hard at first but they have to deal with it. She's happy.
They want that right?
She actually couldn't tell for sure. Pizzas.
"I should tell them sooner rather than later" she thought
Reviewing everything she had to say made her terrified.
Hi mom, dad, evil incarnate of a brother, you're probably wondering why I'm wearing a dress and make up but that's why I'm here. I've decided to live as a girl. I've changed universities to a fashion design school and I'm about to get married to this guy I've been dating for about a year. Oh and I'm having surgery in 3 weeks. I'd like to ask for your blessing.
"Goodluck" she murmured as she sighed
But still, she had to tell them. They deserved to know and it would be a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
She turned on her phone and checked the time.
8:22
It had only been 3 hours since her 5pm pounding session with probable pornstar Andrew Matsevich.
She turned carefully to face him. He was asleep. Out like a light. Sleeping like a baby.
She kissed him on the cheek as she got up to go outside.
Once outside, she dialled a number
"Mum?"
"Hi sweetie. How's university?"
"University's fine mum. I'm coming to visit tomorrow"
"Oh. Why the sudden change of heart? We've been asking for you to come home for a while now"
"I've been busy with stuff. I'm free now"
"I'm sure you're father would be excited to see you"
"Can you make sure Jimmy is there too?"
"But you can't stand Jimmy" her mother said
"I miss him I guess"
"You sound different. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine mum. See you tomorrow"
"Bye honey"
"Bye" Emma said as she hung up.
It was done. Tomorrow everything will be settled.
It was a beautiful night. The stars effulgent and the grasses swaying softly.
She had a knit cardigan wrapped around her skinny frame and pyjamas leggings.
She'd come so far. Looking at the 1 carat petite pavé diamond that sat on her finger.
She didn't deserve all this.
Just then her phone rang and showed a number she didn't recognise
"Emma Peterson?" The unrecognised voice asked
"Yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"This is Bill Hersher from Inspire magazine. I hope you don't mind, your assistant gave me your number"
"Assistant?" Emma asked confused now
"Cindy Greene?"
"Oh okay. What exactly does Inspire magazine want?"
"We caught wind of your marriage and we'd like to cover it."
"Huh why exactly?" She asked sort of surprised
"Are you kidding? Modest billionaire gets married to the fashion industry's new 'it' girl. It'll be the event of the year."
"That's a bit much don't you think?"
"We're even willing to sponsor if you'll give us full coverage"
"Wow. I'll have to talk to my fiance of course."
"Yes of course. You know how to reach me. Thank you for your time Miss Peterson"
"Of course"
Emma hung up the phone and smiled as she thought
"I'm a big deal"This isn't what pleasure felt like. It couldn't be. Emma lay beside her boyfriend with the covers drawn up to her boobs.
His limp dick pushing against her ass. Her sore ass.
This was the first time she had ever had sex. She'd figured that she might as well experience it as her former self before she completed her transition. Before she could have sex the way she was born to.
Before she could take the whole lot of her fiancé deep into herself.
The thought alone made her shiver with pleasure but now all she actually felt was pain.
She knew her fiancé was large in his pants.
She should. She'd sucked it multiple times in the past but only a few hours ago had she begun to appreciate the sheer size of it.
She was sure that it had expanded her butt hole by at least a few centimetres but did she regret the act? No she didn't.
She owed it to the sweet man sleeping behind her.
He hadn't had sex in almost a year and unlike her, he wasn't on estrogen pills that suppressed the male urges.
If she turned to look at him, she was sure he'd be smiling but she couldn't.
This was perfect and she didn't want to shake the moment.
In the dark room, she was alone with her thoughts and even as awesome as her life had been the last year, not all thoughts had been good.
She'd basically dropped out of school to become a housewife. What if Andrew decided that he was truly and forever will be gay and that she was too much of a woman for him.
What then?
Her university fees were paid by his father
Her job was courtesy of his father
All her friends were courtesy of her job.
Odds were no job, no friends.
She hadn't talked to or even gone to see the team in a while.
They were doing good on the plus side. They hadn't won the championship that year but had caught enough eyes to attract a few sponsors.
She made a mental note to buy a ticket for their next game.
In any case, she'd be stranded without Andrew. A transgender girl in a hostile world with no money.
At least she'd still have her parents... and her brother.
That was the scariest thought. Facing them.
Their father had thought both of them to wrestle at an early age.
"Never loose a fight" he would day
The king of the Macho. 6'4" the both of them and ripped to the teeth.
Thinking about it now, she was lucky she didn't take after her father like her elder brother did.
It had been a problem in the past but not now. She took after her mother. Down to the lack of muscles. Not much anyway.
Her mother had begged them to go easier on Emma.
"Not everyone has to be superman" she said one time with Emma nodding in agreement
"Every story needs a Lois Lane" she joked.
That didn't help much. Curse the days she'd made her mother read her superman comics instead of regular fairytales.
She'd have told her mother long ago if she was the only part of the equation.
Her father was that part of the equation that made you divide x by several squares of 49... on the day you forget your calculator.
She never got him. But her brother sure did. It's like they were pieces of the same pie. They were pepperoni. And she was a rock.
Sure it'll be hard at first but they have to deal with it. She's happy.
They want that right?
She actually couldn't tell for sure. Pizzas.
"I should tell them sooner rather than later" she thought
Reviewing everything she had to say made her terrified.
Hi mom, dad, evil incarnate of a brother, you're probably wondering why I'm wearing a dress and make up but that's why I'm here. I've decided to live as a girl. I've changed universities to a fashion design school and I'm about to get married to this guy I've been dating for about a year. Oh and I'm having surgery in 3 weeks. I'd like to ask for your blessing.
"Goodluck" she murmured as she sighed
But still, she had to tell them. They deserved to know and it would be a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
She turned on her phone and checked the time.
8:22
It had only been 3 hours since her 5pm pounding session with probable pornstar Andrew Matsevich.
She turned carefully to face him. He was asleep. Out like a light. Sleeping like a baby.
She kissed him on the cheek as she got up to go outside.
Once outside, she dialled a number
"Mum?"
"Hi sweetie. How's university?"
"University's fine mum. I'm coming to visit tomorrow"
"Oh. Why the sudden change of heart? We've been asking for you to come home for a while now"
"I've been busy with stuff. I'm free now"
"I'm sure you're father would be excited to see you"
"Can you make sure Jimmy is there too?"
"But you can't stand Jimmy" her mother said
"I miss him I guess"
"You sound different. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine mum. See you tomorrow"
"Bye honey"
"Bye" Emma said as she hung up.
It was done. Tomorrow everything will be settled.
It was a beautiful night. The stars effulgent and the grasses swaying softly.
She had a knit cardigan wrapped around her skinny frame and pyjamas leggings.
She'd come so far. Looking at the 1 carat petite pavé diamond that sat on her finger.
She didn't deserve all this.
Just then her phone rang and showed a number she didn't recognise
"Emma Peterson?" The unrecognised voice asked
"Yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"This is Bill Hersher from Inspire magazine. I hope you don't mind, your assistant gave me your number"
"Assistant?" Emma asked confused now
"Cindy Greene?"
"Oh okay. What exactly does Inspire magazine want?"
"We caught wind of your marriage and we'd like to cover it."
"Huh why exactly?" She asked sort of surprised
"Are you kidding? Modest billionaire gets married to the fashion industry's new 'it' girl. It'll be the event of the year."
"That's a bit much don't you think?"
"We're even willing to sponsor if you'll give us full coverage"
"Wow. I'll have to talk to my fiance of course."
"Yes of course. You know how to reach me. Thank you for your time Miss Peterson"
"Of course"
Emma hung up the phone and smiled as she thought
"I'm a big deal"



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