Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Hmmm... let's see... we seem to have a little bit of an epic here. Something that I have been saving for quite a while. Lotsa sex, high heels, day drinking, speeding, and of course a little bit of music. (But not until the end.) I am quite proud of this story, but I have to publish it so I stop futzing, ha... oh, and I so hope YOU like it...
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Part 1 of 5
I used to love Saturdays.
"Coffee, tea, maybe something stronger?"
"Something stronger. You even have to ask?" She laughed as she took off her coat and hung it up. "Something super strong would be even better."
"One of those days already? It's only eleven." I got up to make something special.
"Well, Nena... One of those nights actually. Last night specifically." She sat and put her fingers into the lotion I had set up on the kitchen table, knocking some crayons to the floor, it was my turn to do her nails.
"Life has a habit of sucking sometimes," I told her. "And sucking sometimes is okay." We laughed. I made us Brooklyn Palomas, I told her it was my specialty. It was Fresca, Tequila and a lime 'Lifesaver.' Something to suck on, there was never any fruit lately in my kitchen.
We took a sip. "Mmm, pretty good. Life is looking brighter already."
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Sometime in May
Saturdays are okay. They used to be for me and Angie, my best friend, My only local friend really. She would come over early, we'd get dressed and made up, go shopping and she'd stay the night, maybe all weekend. Life is different now, she was living with her boyfriend a couple of blocks away. Real-life has taken over her Saturday nights, they usually had their date night, or they visited family and friends.
Saturdays now were lonely, they were all about me. My girlfriend Lilly usually did her shopping, cleaning, and sometimes working on that day. She was an event and party planner. I almost always had the whole day to myself. Saturday's were for dressing up, amongst other things.
I considered myself a crossdresser, maybe gender fluid, I don't know, maybe... um, transgender. Did it matter? I knew what I wasn't.
I wore dresses, I loved heels, makeup, I loved looking beautiful. I always did. I didn't dress as much as I used to, having a girlfriend sort of cramps that type of lifestyle. It bothered me a little that I couldn't become 'Giselle,' as much as I wanted, but my mother was happier, I guess. Lilly was a friend of the family, well someone's family, not my mother's. Lilly was successful, smart, and pretty. She was also very busy like me. My mother insisted we start dating, she told me I should start growing up. That was almost a year ago. Things were going pretty well, I couldn't complain. Or did I just...?
I was getting a little out of control back then anyway.
Lilly didn't know about this hobby of mine. The transformation to 'Giselle' started on Friday night before. I would drop her off at her apartment, after dinner and a little sex, then come home and get ready. I didn't have to shave I was completely smooth, I took care of that years ago. I always took a bath and then lotioned up my body, I was always soft and smelling wonderful.
Next, my wig was long and blonde like my own, but with a more reddish tint to it. My own hair was long, reaching way below my shoulders but I just couldn't create the right look I wanted, and I tried. I always picked out my outfit and accessories the night before, I had so many to choose from. I had a great job, that took up an awful lot of my time, but I was making great money, and now I had so much room.
Once Angie and Trevor moved in together I decided I would find something closer to them. I bought a townhouse in their neighborhood, Metuchen, New Jersey. It was a beautiful little town, had lots of restaurants and little shops. My place was right off Main Street. It was two blocks away from Angie, I usually parked on her block. In my mind, I was visiting them.
My one closet and bedroom were so full, my other was quite empty. Lilly kept a few things in that one. She didn't know about the other one in my second bedroom. The room was always locked, I told her it was for storage but inside was a beautiful feminine room. An oasis. A bed, a couch, a vanity, a giant mirror, and a huge walk-in closet. I had my artwork and pictures all over my walls in frames. My books and clothing catalogs filled my shelves. I even had a full bathroom, bathtub, and all. The walls were covered with Spanish-style tiles, I could luxuriate in my tub for hours. My room was painted a soft pink, with matching curtains and comforter, and had white wall-to-wall carpeting in half the room, the other was hardwood. I wanted to hear my heels click.
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It was a beautiful day in May so I decided on a pale green dress. It was full of flowers, pinks, dark greens, and yellows. It was also long and full, it came down to the ground. I loved dresses like this, soft and feminine. The sleeves came to my elbows and I pulled down the top to show off my shoulders. I loved how my hair fell onto my bare shoulders. I was always turning around making sure I was causing some distractions.
From the point of view of an onlooker, I was a tall, well proportioned, twenty-seven-year-old woman, dressed for lunch with her friends with baby carriages. But underneath, I was a lonely, sensuous, sexy whore. Well, not whore, maybe a lingerie model, that sounds so much better. A sexy sensuous lingerie model. I always had on stockings or pantyhose, always. I was wearing nude stockings and a beige garter belt. I had beige silk panties and a matching strapless bra. The bra was filled with my C-cup breast forms. I had three different sizes hiding in my closet, C, D, and double D. Today was definitely a C-Cup day. I also had on a corset to give me bigger-looking hips.
I put on my big gold hoops in my pierced ears, a little matching choker around my neck, and my long press-on nails. This time I wore glossy white, they went with my dress and my four-inch sandals. I even did my toes.
I am very proficient with my make-up. When I was younger living with my mother, I was friends with a family a couple of houses down from my own. Three women. Growing up with them I became their practice model, their life-sized Barbie. They practiced with all their makeup and brushes on me. I didn't mind. They were the only ones that knew I crossdressed, but they didn't call it that, they called it 'Exibir.' Showing off, they would say in their wonderful tones. 'Vamos ver você se exibindo.' They had the most incredible sexiest, expressive voices, they would make me practice talking with them. I did get very competent at replicating their Portuguese accents, I had their soft voices down. I could easily have been the younger, lighter-skinned, more feminine sister.
The three women in that house were Mamãe Sosa, and her two daughters, Juliana and Márcia, who were older than me by six and seven years. They were originally from Goiânia, Brazil and originally, I only understood every third word they said, which was fine. The two daughters were beautiful and that's how I hoped I would turn out someday. Mamãe Sosa would say she hoped I was dressing up before I met the sisters, she didn't want to think that they were churning out feminine boys who could walk in such high heels. I showed her pictures when I was younger and she would laugh and make a sigh of relief.
I also got my dress sense from them. They loved dresses with flowers, the more feminine the better. I had tried on every one of the outfits that they had in their closets, even the Moms. The girls took so many pictures of us together, I had one of them on my wall in my room. They couldn't believe how nice I always looked. I had a thin body, but quite a round bottom, I fit into their outfits so perfectly.
I was constantly watching them and learning. I loved how they walked and moved, they were so feminine. They were the complete package and they were always my role models. They were also so popular, the three of them had so many boyfriends. I was always jealous watching their asses as they left me to take care of their cats and plants.
The entire family moved back to Brazil about five years ago, to start work at a family business. I still talked to all of them on the phone, all the time. When I was with them I felt I was 'all female,' I was just another relative coming to visit, but once they were gone I felt I was just another crossdresser.
We share pictures. I always tell them I miss them, and they always say my voice sounds 'fantástica.'
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I was coming back from shopping, I was uncomfortable alone so I was always quick. My long dress was blowing in the slight wind. I got the parking spot right near my front door, which never happened. I waved to a couple of the neighbors, they must think a man and a woman live here. I minced into the kitchen with my three bags of food, alcohol, and more pantyhose. I was a little obsessed, with all three.
I heard something behind me. "Who are you?"
I turned around, my heart was beating. I was completely startled. "Um." How do you explain to someone who you are?
"What are you doing in this house?" She started looking around, "Where is Samuel?" That was my other name.
She didn't seem too mad, she seemed more confused than anything else. I knew when I tell her, she was going to be even more confused. I don't look anything like my other half at all.
I swallowed, "Lilly, it's me." I didn't want to do this now at all. I had my soft feminine lilt with my slight Portuguese accent. I couldn't even try to speak with my male voice anymore. Once I was dressed my voice came naturally. "Why are you here?" I asked her but she still didn't know who I was. "Lilly please don't get mad, I like to dress up."
She was looking at me closer, "You gotta be kiddin' me, what's goin' on?"
So I told her, I tried to explain in as few sentences as possible. She kept on looking at me disapprovingly. "I don't understand, are you gay now?"
"Now? That's not the right question to ask."
"What, what should I ask then, my boyfriend is standing before me looking like a fucking weather girl. Are you a drag queen? What's the correct question? And why are you so girly looking... and why do you have a Spanish accent?"
"Lilly please stop asking so many questions. Please." I was starting to get a little upset, she was getting angry. "I'm going to get changed," I told her.
"Don't change."
"I either change and talk to you, or I don't change and you leave." She looked at me like I was crazy, she didn't leave. She also didn't understand. Saturdays were for Giselle, it was the only time I let myself become a 'woman.' I gave all the other days to my job, to my Mother, to Lilly. It was so hard only having that one day, I was trying my best.
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Lilly was quite agitated when she followed me into my feminine bedroom. I didn't have to hide it anymore, I wanted her to see. She looked around, her arms were crossed and she was mumbling under her breath. I went into the bathroom and changed, I walked out much later back into the room, in a short robe. There was still some mascara on my eyelashes. I could tell she went through everything in the room while I was changing. Some of my pictures were crooked and I could feel someone else's touch on my feminine accessories. I could even see she went through my dresses in the closet, I'm sure she had more questions.
Lilly was looking at my legs, her head still shaking disapprovals. "First, why do you sound so Spanish?" She asked me but I had to get a drink first. I made Port Wine and tonic, it was the Sosa's favorite. This would make me feel like they were with me, I needed their support.
"I don't know, I learned to talk feminine from friends. I just have a Spanish accent when I'm a woman." It sounded crazy out loud. I shrugged and we tasted our drinks.
"When you're a woman? You... are not a woman." She was still looking at my perfect smooth legs. "I can't believe I thought you had another girl here." She was starting to get angry again so I just went through my history quick, the dressing up, the Sosa sisters, the slowing down of my dressing. That was it, that's all she needed to know. She seemed satisfied, I felt like a fool. I was hoping she would never find out, maybe I would have grown out of it in a couple of years.
"Lilly it's not a big deal, there are a lot of people like me in the world."
"Yeah, but they are not my boyfriend, what if someone finds out." She finished her drink.
"Well someone did."
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"A weather girl? Haha."
I told Angie that night and she thought it was hysterical. "Nena, she called you girly? She's very perceptive that one."
Angie was a beautiful honey-colored, Puerto Rican, and she liked Lilly, she thought she was good for me. It kept my mind from going a little crazy with my dressing. I didn't say anything, but Lilly didn't care for Angie. She didn't like me talking about them. She didn't like Trevor either, who was probably the nicest guy in the world.
I say probably, but I meant most definitely.
I met Angie over three years ago when I was buying pantyhose at Victoria's Secret. I was all dressed up. She told me there was a better place. I followed her to one of the bigger department stores in the mall. I was behind her watching her walk, she had on six-inch platforms like me, I would have followed her anywhere. She took me to a dark corner of the store, they had so many different types, colors, and styles. The prices were also 50% cheaper.
I'm not telling anyone the name, we want the place for ourselves.
She told me she had a feeling I was a CD, turns out she was one too, back then. We bonded over our 50% savings. We went out for drinks, then dinner, then more drinks, then we went back to her place and I fell asleep on her living room floor. She became my best friend sometime in the middle of the night.
She held my hair while I was getting sick in her toilet.
"So did you tell her you were a drag queen? Women love queens." Angie was still making fun of me. "Just think you could share Q-Tips and hopefully your periods will sync up. Haha."
I instead looked to Trevor for sympathy. Once Lilly left I fixed my hair and got all dressed up in another flowered dress, short this time, and begged them to let me come over. I walked the two blocks, the wind blowing my dress around my hips. I needed time to think and I didn't want to waste a Saturday, not en-femme.
I was on the couch, leaning against a tall, black, solid man. I was slightly sobbing onto Trevor's t-shirt leaving a nice dark mascara stain. I wasn't sad, I was just worn out and a little scared.
"I hope you didn't tell her stories from your sordid past." Angie stood up and handed me another rum drink. I was only allowed two of them in her house.
"Hey, I would love to hear some of those stories," Trevor finally spoke. He put his arm around me and kissed my hair. "Please. Angie always threatens but she never delivers."
So I told him. Angie could fact-check me.
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Meeting Angie changed my life. I now had someone to confide in and dress up with, I now had a partner in crime. So to speak...
Once the Sosa's were gone and I turned twenty-three, twenty-four, I had social media accounts, three of them. I used to put pictures and videos up at least once a week, I was very popular. Soon it started taking over my life. I would get a compliment, someone would tell me I was cute, they liked my smile. I wanted more. I put up more suggestive pictures, they would compliment my lips, my legs, my panties. I was now putting up two or three a week, sometimes every day. When a man tells you that you are cute, there is no turning back from that.
I told Angie I needed something more, and she had an outlet. She knew a way to curb some of the sexual tension that built up inside of us. We went back to the Mall. It was so huge, the parking lot was tremendous. Angie knew a place in one of the far-off lots that we could go to. It was a place to hook up, it was a place for gay men to meet.
"Angie, I'm not gay. I like men but only when I dress as a woman." I told her.
"Sounds a little gay to me."
We sat in my car, we were checking our nails, I was too nervous. We watched men hop from one car to the next, it seemed so sordid. I didn't think this is how I wanted to spend my night. I would have liked a little romance. Even sitting in front of my computer jerking off to pictures of myself dressed up, or pictures of men with crossdressers seemed sexier.
"Listen," She told me, "We are all glammed up, we look and feel like women, Let's just show off. This is just a way to get some practice and let off a little steam. Not a big deal, it's not a lifestyle."
She walked out of the car, I nervously followed her. I had on my long wig, I felt I could hide behind my hair if I had to. We were wearing tight short dresses and stockings, showing off our big breasts and legs in our high heels, we were making so much noise. Even the bangles on my wrist were making a racket. The guys in the cars were watching us, but they weren't looking for women or CDs that looked like women. Angie went to a car and knocked. By the third car someone finally opened their window.
"Hey Bebe, want us to suck your cock?" She asked him, but he didn't say anything. She turned back to look at me, she shrugged. She then told the driver in her deeper voice, "We are guys, we are wearing dresses." He didn't believe us and Angie showed him her falsies. He let us in. Angie sucked his cock while sitting next to him in the front. I sat in the back and took video on my phone. He came all over his flannel shirt. The man seemed quite happy, we shared a beer.
The next one was my turn, I knocked, but I wouldn't be able to say what she did. In my mind, I was a woman, though right now I totally looked like a crossdresser. I had to be all woman in my mind if I was going to take a cock inside me.
No one looked at me, no one opened their windows. I was dejected, we were mincing back and a man called from his car. "Come on, jerk me off, ladies." I was so relieved, we went into his car. We went into his back seat and the man sat between us. He was big, he looked a little mean. I was suddenly so nervous, I had never done anything like this before.
Angie told him. "I'm going to shoot this on my phone while she plays with your dick, okay? You know we're CDs?"
"Yeah, whatever."
I tried to pull down his zipper, my nails were so long, I was having trouble, it was a little dark. "Maybe you better take down your zipper for me," I asked, and he pushed me. Hard.
"What the fuck, why would you use that voice? Why would you even talk?"
I was nervous I didn't use my femme voice, I wasn't even thinking about it. Why was he so mad.
I never made that mistake ever again.
"The two of you get the fuck out! Fuckin' stupid faggots!" He pushed me out of the car and he jumped over the front seat, he took off with one of the back doors still opened.
Angie was shaking her head. "We gotta meet the only straight shithead in a parking lot of queers." She laughed, but I was a little shaken up. She made me go to another car. "Let's go... when you fall off a bike, Giselle." We were standing at the edge of this parking lot, I felt like the men in their cars were watching us. Everyone saw that little drama unfold.
We were so beautiful the two of us, the men should be thanking God for someone as sexy as us entering their lives, their parking spots. I was wearing taupe pantyhose and five-inch red platform heels, what more would any man want?
I ended up sucking off two men in a row, we had proof on our phones. They were nicer to me and I loved feeling their hands in my hair. They were my first two cocks in a long time, inside my mouth. I also swallowed all of the cum that shot from their dicks. Angie called me a slut. She then went and played with another guy and then I begged her to let me have one more.
A man pulled up, he was beckoning us from his window. He looked much older. "Wow," He said as he took in our curves. He made me turn around. "You got some pair of legs, how much to wrap them around my body?"
"Sorry we are not for sale," Angie nervously giggled.
I was still horny, but I couldn't let him fuck me. I wouldn't even know how to do it, I was thinking I would have to learn. "You don't want head? I'm very good."
"So says you." He laughed while he still watched me, his hands suddenly were on my fake breasts. "These puppies real?
"No, sorry."
"Ah too bad, come on then, let's go in the back. Are you two, trannies?"
"I guess," I told him. I was nervous, this was like the jerk from before. It was better in the front, but we surrounded him anyway. I talked to him in my perfect female cadence, my perfect slight accent. I took his dick out with my perfect red nails. I would never hesitate again.
"You have nice hands, what's your name?" He asked me, Angie was taking video.
"No names, honey, call her 'Nena' it means Baby Girl."
So he did. He ended up calling me both, it was turning me on. I was playing with his cock it was so big. It was the biggest one I had seen tonight. I felt the nylon on my legs rubbing together, I was loving this. I then took his cock in my mouth, I was going to enjoy it. He was watching me with a huge smile on his face, there was no way a woman enjoyed his cock as much as I did.
"Baby girl, that feels great."
I loved watching my fingers with my long red nails playing with his manhood. I then licked the head, kissed him down the side, and pushed him around with my red lips. I then took him into my mouth again. I felt him hit the back of my throat and I let him out slowly, then kissing the tip again. I looked up at him and smiled, he was quite good-looking. He seemed pretty clean too, as clean as his white car. It smelled like pine trees.
He put his hands on my cheek, "Baby girl or Nena," He laughed, "You are spoiling me."
"Am I?" I smiled at him, I was hoping he thought I was pretty. I tilted my head and smiled as he watched, I felt my big golden hoops swing against my neck. I pursed my red lips at him, his one hand started to caress my breast. I closed my eyes I made believe I could feel it.
"Get on with it Baby Girl," I heard Angie catcalling from the bleachers.
I took him back into my mouth, put my long fingers more into his pants, and started to rub his balls. Then I took him in both hands and pumped. I smiled up at him, I knew he was ready to cum. I instinctively took one hand off of him and started rubbing my own crotch. My perfect tucked-in 'pussy.' I was all girl while sucking this man's cock.
I moaned as he kept on pushing his manhood into my lips, and down my throat. "I'm gonna cum, baby, ahh..." And he did, I caught most of it in my mouth, I started cumming myself. I was having a crazy orgasm and I forgot where I was for a couple of seconds. I looked straight into Angie's phone, she had a sly smile on.
"Those lips are amazing." He told me as I finished cleaning him up. He was being so nice.
I got up and looked at him. "Whoa, how was that?"
"That was incredible. You were right." He kissed me on the cheek I wasn't ready for that at all. I was thinking I had to have this guy again.
"Okay," Angie opened her door, "We gotta go, big fella, Nena will be back, keep looking for her."
I stepped out of the car, he was holding my hand. "That was great, definitely let's meet again."
He finally let go and I walked over next to Angie, I was in a daze. This man's cock was perfect. The other two were completely forgotten, this is the one I would remember forever.
"Bye," I said and gave a little girly wave.
Angie started to drag me away. "Don't ever get too attached to guys who hang in parking lots."
I memorized his license plate, GBD-1122. Guy with Big Dick, that would be easy to remember. I didn't remember getting home but I remembered the plate.
The next day I ordered a seven-inch realistic-looking dildo with a suction cup at the base. I wanted to get some practice. I was going to need to feel a cock in my mouth, I wanted to play with it in my hands, my long nails looking sexy pumping it and reflecting in my mirror.
There was no way I was coming back from that either.
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"We just went to show off," Angie told Trevor. SHE might have gone to show off, but I went to show off and play with cock.
"Vamos ver você se exibindo." I told them, it was the only line of Portuguese I ever spoke. It meant, 'Let's see some showing off.' That was what the Sosa sisters used to say to me in their semi-broken English. They used to make me show them my legs in stockings and then bend and show my ass. They liked when I played with my hair and shook my head. I was always dressed so sexy and feminine in one of their flowered dresses. If I was lucky the three of us would then perform a fashion show for their mother. The colors were so feminine and incredible.
"Oh, my god Nena, you know I love your accent, but you speaking Portuguese is a game-changer, haha." Trevor held me tighter as Angie moved closer. "You are too sexy, I am trading Angie in for you."
Angie ran her fingers through my hair. "Ahh, don't tease her, she's quite fragile right now," She kissed my cheek and sat on the other side of me. "I would tell you to just break up with that clueless white girl, but I like you so much better in this relationship you claim you have. Haha."
Lilly, Angie, and Trevor have never met. I closed my eyes, maybe none of them are real. Lilly only wanted to hang out with her friends anyway, they were fine, but they weren't Angie and Trevor.
After a while, Angie stopped asking to meet her.
"You will get through this," Angie leaned more into me, pushing me more into Trevor. "Just remember our motto."
"You two have a motto, what are you a country?"
"We are," Angie was laughing again. "Life seems to suck sometimes."
And it did. And that's what we always reminded ourselves.
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End of Part 1
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Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Well, well, well, our heroine's life gets a little more interesting now that her girlfriend knows about her girl side... We now meet a few more people to complicate, I mean to, um, make our t-girls life, so much more fun and exciting... You'll see, ha... I hope YOU like it...
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Part 2 of 5
The next couple of weeks with Lilly weren't that weird, but she was always bringing up the crossdressing.
"You know I really wasn't that surprised, you're so skinny and your legs are so girlie. I knew you shaved, now I know why." I was 5'8" and weighed about 145 pounds and she was now studying my body so intently it was making me nervous. She was looking at my hairless arm, she then looked at my ears. They have been pierced for three years. She shook her head and I poured her another drink. I made Caipirinha's, they were one of her favorites.
She used to laugh at me all the time, claiming my tastes were so Spanish, especially since I was an O'Doherty and 100% Irish, and also paler than the Horchata I made her right before the Caipirinha. Now that she knew my history with the Sosa sisters she understood, but she didn't really approve.
"I don't understand," She made me sit down at the kitchen table with her. "My company has those Drag Race parties all the time and you never once dressed up. Just think how much fun you would have had."
I was thinking she had to be kidding me, I wasn't a drag queen, it wasn't about 'showing off' like that. I wasn't wearing a dress in front of her friends, I was great at it.
"The next one is like two weeks away, I can't wait to see what you are going to wear, heh."
"I'm not doing that, please don't ever bring it up again." I was getting disappointed to think she thought I was that type of person. I didn't need any more attention. Especially from people she knew and worked with.
Now ever since she found out about me, it came up constantly, even on television or in conversation with others. It's almost like the world wanted to be reminded how much I loved to dress like a woman. All it did was make me more uncomfortable around her. I knew it was just a 'Frequency Illusion,' it just felt like it was coming up more now that Lilly knew about me. She was always watching for signs of me acting femme, she would smile when I did anything slightly girlie.
"Well maybe we could go out, we could wear something short and sexy together if you'd like." She had a smile on her face, but I knew she was just trying to make the best out of this surprise of mine. Lilly didn't like dressing up. Hopefully, it will fade into the background.
I filled up my glass and I started to think, mixing the rum and sugar. I loved alcohol, I loved drinking and socializing, I loved making drinks and watching everyone enjoying what I made. I wasn't an alcoholic, my entire Irish family was, even my parents, my father died of alcoholism, his liver was a mess, but I didn't have the propensity for it. I had the genes but that was it. Crossdressing on the other hand was something I needed, I went through withdrawals, there was a lot of pain when I wasn't being a girl. I could never even explain it to anyone other than Angie, she was exactly the same. Now SHE was living as a full-time woman.
I wish Lilly could just get over this... one thing.
I was always so good to her. I liked to spend money on her, take her places and introduce her to new things. I rarely asked for anything in return. I rarely asked for anything. I closed my eyes and finished my drink. "Lilly," I opened them and looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed. I knew what I was going to say was going to sound immature. "I'm sorry, but you have to realize I'm not a boy in a dress."
***
After getting caught by Lily, I started to dress up a little more. Now that it was 'out there' I had no other choice. I was starting to wear my nightgown or slips to bed once again. I only spent time and slept in, my girlie bedroom. That week I came home from work and spent the night filing and painting my toenails, and putting on my press-on nails on my long fingers. Just sitting in front of my vanity mirror, coloring or reading made me so happy. I loved watching how nice my cleavage looked in my different dresses or how my hair fell into my large lashes. I would blow out of the side of my mouth making my hair move. I felt quite cute.
As soon as I was in the house I put on earrings, why did I let them almost close up, it was crazy. Next, I started doing my exercise and hair regiments again. I even flirted with the idea of putting my pictures back up on social media. I had so many, and I had all that sexy video that Angie shot of me. Especially the one of me sucking the guy in the white car. That was my favorite, it always made me cum watching how excited I was. I'm sure it would make others happy and cum too.
I was also now visiting Angie and Trevor during the week again. Trevor only ever saw me as a woman, I wanted to keep it that way.
Angie told me I was dressing just a little too slutty and she wanted me to take my time with my makeup, to look like one of the Sosa sisters again.
"I love you in your flouncy dresses, Nena." She would tell me.
I could tell they were happy to see more of me but warned me not to get too out of control.
Ha, like that could happen again.
***
A couple of weeks later Lilly and I went out to dinner, she called me, she wanted to take me to my favorite tapas restaurant, Lola Bistro. We went there all the time. It was one of the only places I would go by myself, as a man or a woman. I didn't usually do alone 'good,' especially if I was going to be talking to someone. I wasn't even that shy, I just had this little social anxiety that made me a little tense. If I was with someone it didn't even exist. Usually, when I came to the Bistro I just picked something up to go, but I would always stop and talk with Clair, one of the owners. Her brother was transgender and we would talk about them sometimes. She loved when I was Giselle, she loved how I dressed, she loved that I sounded like one of her relatives. She would hold my hand and we would drink a bottle of red wine together. I was glad I had a friend like her.
After a wonderful meal, we went back to Lilly's place. She lived in a small apartment with an Aunt, about twenty minutes from Metuchen.
"Why don't you make drinks," She asked me, "And I'll check on my Aunt."
There was never anything good, liqueur wise in this house unless I brought it. I had to improvise. I mixed beer and orange juice over ice and walked into the living room.
"An OJ Surprise."
"Ooh looks good," She smiled and drank, "I have a favor to ask you."
Lilly liked to start almost anything with that line. I was used to it. I was used to closing doors, scratching her back, or yelling at some driver who almost cut her off. 'Can you do me a favor and yell at that prick.'
I always did whatever she wanted anyway. She was as busy as me, and I wanted to help.
"Would you work at the event my company is producing on Saturday? It's a breast cancer awareness fundraiser"
"Saturday?" Another girlie Saturday would be lost, but I couldn't say no. "Okay." It was also only two days away.
"Well let me explain first, but thanks for being so supportive." She laughed and walked away, coming back out with a dress on a hanger. She took it off and held it in her hands, it was long and pink, bright pink. I swallowed, I started to sweat.
"One of the models for Saturday canceled. I was wondering if you would be able to fill in?"
I had my mouth open, I didn't even know what to say. The dress was so feminine.
"It's your size, a ten, I checked, and it's too late to get another one, I already asked. And look how long it is, it's just like the one I saw you wearing."
"You can't hire someone else to do this?"
"I've been trying, we needed fourteen girls, now we have thirteen. Mr. Flores hates the number thirteen. He's got a thing... Ugh, I would be an employee of the year if I found someone." She laid the dress on the table. "Look it's so pretty and you will look stunning in it."
I touched the dress, it was beautiful, but I don't think she would understand how different I would become as a woman. I didn't want her to be too surprised.
"Please," She started to lightly cry, "I need someone, I would do it myself but I would never get into this dress. You are perfect, you would be so beautiful."
She sat down. It was such a crazy request, I wish Angie was here I would do whatever she told me to do. "Okay," I told her, I had a feeling it was a mistake, "Where and what time?"
Lilly stood up, she was crying harder, She hugged me, and then she hung the dress on one of the doors and then walked back over. I looked past her at the dress, it had little spaghetti straps, I don't know how I was going to get away with something that slinky.
Lilly wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She almost had a smile on her face, she then started taking off her clothes. She was trying to stop crying. "Thank you... What is your name as a girl?"
She was down to her bra and panties, I was distracted. "Um, Giselle."
"Mmm, thank you, Giselle, that doesn't sound Spanish." She pushed her breasts into my face, I couldn't speak. I had to put down my drink. I kissed her through her bra, she was about to take it off, it was so smooth, it was nylon. It was something.
"No please, leave it on." She laughed as I kissed into her cleavage. I put my fingers inside her panties, I wanted her to keep them on too. I loved a woman in clothes, sexy clothes preferably. If I was a woman full time that's all I would ever wear.
She grabbed my hand and made me stand up. She led me into the middle of the floor, she took off my shoes, socks, and pants. I wouldn't let her take off my shirt. My chest, arms, and stomach were too smooth and feminine. I started kissing the top of her head and hair, she was so short. She then laid spread out on the floor. She had a huge smile on her face, I was thinking if she really wanted to thank me, I should be laying down spread out.
She got up on her elbows. "Well, see something you like?" I dived into the front of her panties, I knew what she wanted. I had one hand on her breast and the other massaging her ass. I kissed and ran my nose into her clit. I loved how she smelled, I loved when she was nice to me and paid attention. I wished she wore sexier lingerie. I wished she wore stockings.
"Thank you again, you are so good to me." She then moaned, "You know that I will now owe YOU a favor, a big one." She moaned even louder, thank god her Aunt was almost deaf. "Choose wisely. haha." She laughed as she pushed my face deeper into her vagina, just a little bit of nylon between my tongue and her clit.
Between her juices and my saliva, her panties were becoming drenched. Lilly started pushing her crotch more into me. I held her ass with both of my hands now, my lips working on making her crazy. I could taste her as I sucked her and the nylon. She started to orgasm and she screamed, I put a finger inside her and kissed the insides of her thighs, then massaged her legs. She was shaking, she was laughing, she was enjoying my touch on her body, she was coming down from the high of her orgasm. When she was exhausted, I moved up and nuzzled her breasts, I then took the blanket off the couch and covered us.
The next morning her Aunt fell on top of us.
***
Saturday afternoon I went to Angies, she was going to help me get prepared for the event. Trevor was going to watch.
"Nena," he said, "I got a beer and I got my seat, whenever you are ready." We laughed, he loved to watch the two of us dress up. He told me he liked women all dressed up more than naked, exactly like me. Sometimes we would be in her bedroom and he would be lounging on the bed. I loved an audience. The two of us loved showing off to the right person.
Angie was looking at the dress, "I am a little surprised you agreed to this."
"A little? So am I," I was hoping it would be fine, "Lilly told me all I had to do was open some doors, pose for pictures, and look beautiful. Doesn't sound too hard."
I handed Trevor an envelope. "What's this? A list of demands, haha."
"Ha, Lilly paid me already. I want you two to go out for dinner. I want you to send me pictures of your drinks."
Trevor opened the envelope, he counted, "Nena this is twelve hundred bucks!"
"I know, It's a union job, you now know someone in the union." We laughed, and I unbuttoned my short-flowered dress. It pooled at my feet. "Okay, you two, I am so ready."
***
I woke up that morning completely nervous and slightly nauseous, but standing in Angie's house with a glass of wine and with two of my best friends, I felt like I could take on the world.
Angie was tightening the corset around my waist, "Suck in. You know life seems to suck sometimes but..."
"But," I interrupted "When it gives you lemons, make Lemoncello."
"Correct." We laughed and she got me dressed.
"Lemon Jello?" Trevor wondered.
I had on the long dark pink dress, it had a deep slit reaching up to the top of my thigh. It was showing off my perfect left leg in nude pantyhose and my four-inch silver sandals. I had on my C-cup breast forms, this time glued to my chest and now hidden behind the fabric of the dress. My back was almost completely bare. The dress had thin straps, a tight waist, and was long and full, just my toes peered out from the bottom.
Angie fixed my hair, she wouldn't let me wear a wig. "It's time to show the world you are a natural blonde," She added some extensions and it was draped over my shoulders. "You have no hair on your entire body, the world is going to have to take our word for it."
The two of them were having a great time, I was thinking I was going to start dressing up more often, just like the years before. I loved this, I would just take it slow and try to hang with my friends, and if Lilly wants to go out with me as another woman, maybe I would be okay with that. She didn't realize it, but she had sex with Giselle the last time at her Aunts house.
Angie made my lips and nails dark pink, my lips were so full and my nails were so long. I had on extra long dangling earrings that almost reached my shoulders, I tinkled when I moved. I smiled at my reflection in her mirror.
"I made your eyeliner longer and your eyes look so much bigger, the lashes are so long and thick. I wanted to bring out your Spanish heritage, haha."
She was teasing me, but I did look more South American, I felt like I could be a third Sosa sister. After Angie was done I spritzed on my Chanel perfume and took pictures to send to the sisters. I picked up the little beaded bag that went with the dress and posed. I even took pictures with Trevor, he was so huge and being over six feet in my heels, I still looked small and feminine in comparison.
The Sosa's sent compliments right back, it was five PM here, so Brazil was only two hours ahead. I wished they still lived two towns away instead of two time zones.
We heard a beep, "Looks like your ride is here. I hope you like 'em big" Trevor laughed.
We finished our wine and I kissed them goodbye, a good thing my dark pink lips were smudge proof. I grabbed my bag and the two of them walked me to the car. I made the limo driver take more pictures of us, I was suddenly so excited. I then took pictures with the limo driver, the people of Angie's block must have thought I was either a diva or crazy. Or both.
***
We picked up two more girls on the way and made our way to the event. It was at a large event/convention hall on the Atlantic Ocean, almost an hour away. Someone came out and ushered us inside. All three of us had similar dresses, mine seemed to be the only one with such a high slit. The slit came almost to my hip and it showed my entire leg. The other two had two little slits in the front up to both of their ankles. I was glad I had the sexier dress. One of the women even had long sleeves.
I was put in a room, full of water bottles, tables, and mirrors. Most of the girls were getting their makeup done, but I was completely ready. I texted Lilly that I was here, but I was guessing she was too busy to see me. She wasn't.
I heard her call, a third of us were blonde, I was hoping I blended in. "Giselle?" I was going to wait until she recognizes me, I did look a lot different. Angie always made me look more like her than the Sosa sisters. Plus I wasn't wearing the long wig Lilly saw me in. I was standing with the two other women from the limo and a man was putting jewelry on me and then he put postcards into my beaded bag. I watched Lilly look at all of us, she looked at me then kept on going. I watched her stop and turn around to face me. I posed.
"Giselle?"
I looked at her and flipped my hair, I knew how to act like a flirt. "Maybe." I looked away.
"Oh my god, Giselle? I can not believe that this is you. Is that your real hair?" she was running her fingers through it. I looked around I didn't want the other girls to even think I might wear a wig.
"You look incredible, I can't wait until you meet Mr. Flores." She made me spin around, she couldn't believe how high my heels were. "Are you going to be able to walk in those?" She laughed and then introduced me to a couple of clients with her in the backroom, she told them I was someone she knew. I introduced her to the two models from the car. I told them she was my Accountant.
***
They gathered all of the workers together and gave us a pep talk. The fourteen of us in pink dresses were the last to go out on the floor. Me and a dark-haired woman, Rachael were going to work on the doors of Conference Room three. Once we got there they instructed us on our job. We were to open and hold the doors for the guests, hand out the little postcards with QR codes for donations, and mingle.
"I'm a great mingler," Rachael told me.
"Not me, I'm more of a blend-in type of person." We laughed together, it was going to be fun. Unfortunately, we could only drink bottled water, even though there were so many bars set up around the convention area.
There were a lot of couples and breast cancer survivors, everyone was so positive and nice. I was starting to relax and enjoy myself, especially since Lilly was nowhere to be found. I realized I could just be me not the person I needed to portray to Lilly. People were entering and exiting the doors, we were quite busy but once the guests were done speaking we had time to pose for pictures. I loved posing with my hand on my hip and my leg peaking through the slit, I felt very sexy. I couldn't believe how many phone numbers I was given by men. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, I was totally in my element, and I was so glad I had a new accomplice, Rachael.
An older man came up to me, he was dressed quite nicely but he smelled like cigars and money. I liked my men to smell like underarm deodorant and toothpaste.
"I couldn't wait to take a picture with the most beautiful woman here."
He smiled at me and of course, gave me a card with his number. He took a selfie of us. We ended up talking for a little while. He was a little obsessed with his car.
"Have you ever been in a convertible?" He asked, and I shifted to my other leg, looking for someone to get me out of this conversation.
"No, I haven't."
"Well I have a white Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet, it's parked right outside. We could take a quick ride along the coast."
I touched his chest, I was flirting, "Some other time, I am a working woman."
Just then Lilly returned with a bunch of people. "Giselle!" She called me "I want you to meet Benjamin, Mr. Flores!"
The man with the Porsche kissed my hand and gave me keys. "I'm here for a couple of weeks, the car is right outside if you want to take a spin." I didn't know what to do, Lilly was walking over so I put the keys in my bag, and shrugged. "Just call me." He winked.
He then said hello to Lilly and the others and then circulated back into the room.
"Giselle, this is Benjamin." Lilly had a tremendous smile on her face.
He walked closer to me, he was quite good-looking and at least twenty years older. He took my hand and kissed it. "Thank you so much my dear for stepping in. Lilly has only given you praise. You are now our first choice for everything from now on." He smiled at me, while still holding my hand. He had a wonderfully strong Spanish accent, not too dissimilar from the Sosa sisters.
"Thank you, sir. I am having such a wonderful time." I then introduced him to Rachael. I asked him to make HER his first choice I was very happy being second. The two of us were making him laugh, we were really enjoying talking to him. I could tell he was in charge, I felt a little special. He was spending so much time with us. Rachael moved on and took some pictures with people she knew and Benjamin took my arm and moved us closer to his family.
Mr. Flores then put my chin in his fingers, "Giselle? I love your accent. Where are you from?"
"Mmm, Edison, New Jersey." I smiled as he laughed, and then his wife, Delfina walked up to us, I was introduced to her and their two kids. His wife was so young and gorgeous, his children were tiny, they must have been around six or seven.
"This is Alma," He said, as I bent down and took her hand.
"Hi, Alma, you are so pretty, I love your purse." I smiled and showed her mine. I even picked up the keys of the Porche and jingled them to make her smile bigger. "Someone gave me these." I made a big shrug.
Mr. Flores then brought over his son, "And this is Bruno, he couldn't wait to meet you. He had been watching you most of the night."
I smiled at this little boy, I liked having an admirer. I very rarely came in contact with children, but I loved them. "Hi, look at that suit. You are so, so handsome." He smiled at me. He was quiet at first, but I knew he wanted to talk.
"My dad made me wear a tie." I took it in my fingers and fixed it for him, he didn't look at me, he seemed very shy. We took a couple of pictures of me with the Flores and then just the children and even some with just me and the little boy.
Lilly went back into the middle of the hall barking directions and I talked to Mr. Flores and his wife for a little while longer, I liked them very much. I told them where I got my voice from and they laughed. "My friends were from Brazil, they thought my New Jersey accent wasn't mysterious enough."
"We are from Argentina, and I speak Spanish, but I also speak Italian and Portuguese. Your accent is making me miss my home country very much, ha."
Little Bruno, seemed to of attached himself to me. My leg was sticking out of my slit and the little boy put his arm around my nylon knee. I smiled down on him, he was being cute. I had my hand with my long fingernails playing in his hair.
I felt him pull my dress, "Miss, I think you are pretty like my mom." He told me and the parents smiled.
I put my hand over my lips, I liked that he said that, it was such a nice thing to say. Plus his mother was so stunning, there was no way I was even close to her beauty. I could tell his parents were proud of him for acting so mature. "Thank you so much. Well, then you should call me by my name. I tapped his nose. I'm Giselle."
It was the first time in my life that I felt I really was. It was a defining moment for me.
His smile was so big after I touched his nose. I felt like I turned on a switch. I looked down at him, now clutching my thigh, and started thinking he was going to grow up to be a legman. "Giselle, You have such a nice dress." He lightly rubbed my hip, "and hair." He peered up at me, one eye was closed. I started thinking he was going to grow up to be a crossdresser.
Maybe on some level, he felt we had something in common? I hoped he could find three local women to support him as I did. Ha.
I smiled, then bent down and gave him a big hug, I held him tight. I gave a little cry. This was the second-best part of the night.
***
The event started winding down and the music from the speakers got a little louder. Most of the guests were getting ready to leave, and Rachael and I were talking and taking more pictures now than ever. I also handed out all the rest of my postcards, I jotted my name and my number to the men who asked for them. Little did they know it was for the Lola Bistro. It was the only number I knew from memory.
We were about to leave our stations when a man walked up to me, I thought I had seen him standing by the bar before when I was talking to the Flores family.
"Hello, I hope you are not leaving so soon." He also had a slight Spanish accent and he was very good-looking. He had dark hair and a nice suit. He was a lot taller than me in my heels, my eyes were in line with his lips. I liked that this type of man was interested in me.
"No, I can stay, my parents are going to pick me up later." He looked at me confused and then laughed. He walked closer to me, I got a slight whiff of his deodorant. I smiled to myself.
"I'm Marcelo, I'm playing music here today."
I listened as the music played from the speakers, "You sound very good."
He laughed. "Well thank you, I guess. Let's get a drink, let's sit down and talk. You can tell your parents you are in good hands." I took his arm and he led me over to one of the long bars.
I was so dying for a glass of wine, and dying to talk to a man while in this dress. The bartender brought us drinks and we drank Chardonnay together, he seemed to be very interested. He was paying so much attention to everything I said, and I was kinda punchy and flirty, who knows what the heck I was going to say.
"I hear you were the last-minute replacement. My father would have freaked out with a thirteen of something at this event. He is very superstitious."
"He is? Well, I'm so glad I was free. And I'm glad I'm not thirteen years old anymore." I smiled at him, showing off my white teeth and pink lips.
"Ha, me too."
I rarely got to meet any men, but today was full of them, I had to do something like this again. Talking to men and children... well talking to anyone all dressed up was very intoxicating. Marcelo and I conversed for quite a while and I was having a wonderful time. It felt like a date. He kept touching my hand, and he was intently watching me every time I played with my hair. I felt myself flirting and I was glad Angie wouldn't let me wear a wig. We started moving closer together and he was whispering in my ear, the music was still playing, then someone came and took him away. I was suddenly sad, I actually clutched his arm for a second. He said he would be right back. I was quite happy talking to a handsome, interested man.
I was alone, I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I was nursing my wine when Rachael walked over. "Can you smile sunshine?"
I looked up and smiled.
"There is an UBER outside, wanna share?"
"Sure where are you going?"
"Princeton and you?"
"Metuchen, that will be perfect." We grabbed our bags and I said goodbye to the lone bartender and stragglers that were left. I went back to the bar again but I couldn't find Marcelo or Lilly, I was feeling disappointed and I told Rachael. I checked my phone, nothing from Lilly at all, I didn't want to text her, I figured she was probably still busy with the event. I did feel a little abandoned, but I had fun and a new friend to spend time with. I wasn't upset for too long, just a tiny bit sad. I have been sad before, 'Life Seems to Suck Sometimes... I made Rachael take one more lap with me around the convention center just in case, it was quite empty. One last look from the door and we left.
We got into the back of the last UBER. "So do you want Savignon Blanc or Malbec?" She pulled two little bottles from her bag. I laughed, this was going to be a nice ride. The driver pointed out some cups and we shared.
We giggled the entire ride. I told her I gave all the men the phone number to my favorite restaurant, and she said she gave them all her phone number, from when she was a kid. We couldn't believe how popular we were, but the UBER driver reminded us about our sexy dresses.
It was after midnight by the time we made it to my home. I invited Rachael and the driver in to see my place. I told Rachael she could stay whenever she wanted, I had an empty bedroom.
"I can decorate it for you if you'd like." I teased her
"Okay, but when I'm not in pink I'm a goth, haha."
"Well, I can come back." The UBER driver told me, he was probably around thirty and he seemed nice, but I didn't think it would sit right with the rest of the community. Maybe tomorrow I would think differently.
***
I waved goodbye and then took a long shower. I came out smelling like roses. What a wonderful day, I was totally unprepared for it. I slipped on my white nightgown, my breasts nestled into the cups. I put my hair in a ponytail with a scrunchie, I just loved doing that. I admired my smile in the mirror, then I took pictures for social media. I logged into one of my old accounts. I wanted to show off. Just a couple of pictures from the night, I would never look this great again. I took one last picture of me in my nightclothes and said goodnight to my account.
My bed was big and soft. I was on my back looking at the ceiling of my room, I was thinking of Marcelo, I didn't even have time to give him my number. My real number. I took a big sigh, and then I started thinking of the little boy, Bruno. He was so cute, I loved that he didn't judge me, he just told me I was as pretty as his mother. I loved that, I started to cry. "Why am I crying?" I said to the ceiling. Even the Flores were so nice to me, I was just a worker, I was surprised they talked to me that long. And everyone else, they were so grateful and happy, they all were having a great time. I even made a new friend.
There was still something, something that ruined it a little. I couldn't believe Lilly introduced me as someone she knew, that's what bothered me. "What the fuck!" I yelled to the ceiling. Someone she knew? She should have introduced me as her boyfriend, well, girlfriend. A friend even. And then she left me.
And then my bell rang.
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End of Part 2
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Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 3)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Hmmm... this is the chapter with just a little angst, just a little. We also find out how our heroine got her name. (It's cute, I swear.) Life starts sucking just a little bit, but we are strong we can take it, we know it's only temporary... ha... I hope YOU like it...
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Part 3 of 5
I heard someone attempting to open the front door. I opened it, Lilly was slightly disheveled. She was holding a half-full bottle of vodka and a shopping bag.
"Hi, hope I didn't wake you." She pushed by me and collapsed on the couch. She had her eyes closed as she talked. "Benjamin was so happy with me, he said I did a, 'scuse me, a great job."
"Lilly, how did you get here?"
"Car, it took forever, I got lost on Route one. Ha." She laid down on the couch.
"You shouldn't of driven, you couldn't get a ride? I would of come and got you." I was disappointed that she would get in a car in this condition.
She then opened her eyes, "I gotta get changed, I need a toothbrush." She swayed to the bathroom and took longer than I expected. I had time to think about Marcelo and Rachael, and then make coffee.
She came out in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her workout clothes, and walked into the emptier bedroom. I brought in coffee and she took a sip, she lay on the bed. I put the blanket over her, I was going back to my own. I didn't want Lilly to ruin my night any more than she has.
"Where are you going? Stay with me. I don't care if you look like a girl. You looked like one all night, I felt like I didn't even know you." She moved up, then opened her eyes. "Wait, I forgot, do you still look like one?" She saw me in my small nightgown and then fell back under the covers. I shut off all the lights and got in bed with her. She didn't smell of toothpaste.
I thought she was sleeping, but ten minutes later I felt her take my hand. She put it on her leg. I was so tired I wasn't paying attention. I felt something hard. Hard and long. I put on the light, she had a crooked smile on her face.
"Surprise!" She moved up and pulled down her sweatpants, she had a huge strap-on dildo. It was blue and it almost went down to her knee.
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's a dick, don't you want to play with my, 'scuse me, dick?" She was watching me with her eyes half-open.
"That's not a dick." I then got up and slammed her door. I went into my bedroom, I was once again on my back. "What the fuck!" I yelled to the ceiling. I heard her call me, I ignored her until I fell asleep.
***
Sunday morning, I felt indifferent. I had slept in my sexiest nightgown, it was white and I felt like a brand new bride in it. And then I remembered Lilly was here with her big plastic fake dick.
Sunday afternoons were for my mother. Out of all the people I had to spend time with, my mother was the least needy. I would go over for lunch and visit her and her second husband. He never got my name right, he never even looked at me. Lilly never came, but she would make me come over to her place after I was done.
I called my mother and told her I would be busy today. I didn't want to show her my new look, I didn't want to change my hair and nails.
I also wanted to wear something I haven't worn in a while.
Lilly got up she was quiet, she was still drunk. I called up Trevor and asked if he would come with me to drive Lilly's car home.
***
"Lilly where is the car?" I asked her but she couldn't remember, it took about twenty-five minutes to find it. I put her shopping bag in the back and she got in. I introduced her to Trevor, he was going to drive her car, I didn't want to talk to her.
I was wearing something short and revealing, I wanted to show Lilly I could become a 'real looking woman' very easily if I wanted to. Once inside my own car, the phone rang. "Nena, you following or leading?" It was Trevor, thank god he was doing this for me.
"Following."
Twenty minutes later I was outside her Aunts home, she took her keys and bag and ran into the house. I didn't even have time to get out of my car.
Trevor was at the passenger window. "She said she doesn't want to talk. She knows an awful lot of curse words, did you know that" He laughed and got in. "She also asks for a lot of favors. Haha"
I told him how great the night was. I couldn't wait until the two of them saw my pictures. Then I told him what happened when she got to the house, I told him she was drunk. Then I told him about her huge fake dick. "What was she thinking?"
"Maybe she thought you would like it."
"It was so big and fake looking. It was a parody of a real one, I like when a cock looks like a cock. Did she tell you she left me at the event last night?"
"She didn't say much, but she wanted me to tell you she met someone and they hung out at the hotel next door." He looked straight ahead.
I stared at him. "And he let her drive like that, that's ridiculous."
***
I dropped off Trevor and went in to say hello to Angie, she didn't approve of my outfit. It was an orange tube top and a short distressed denim skirt. I paired it with white four-inch heels.
"Last time I saw you wear something like that we were in the back of some jerk's car." She told me.
I just shrugged, this wasn't a day for a flowered dress. I said goodbye and thank you and went right to the Mall, the parking lot was crowded. I knew who I was looking for.
Angie grew tired of sucking cock at the Mall but not me. I was going three times a week after that initial introduction. Short skirt, tight top, boobs but never a bra. This was the type of outfit the men responded to, well the ones that were looking. I would be there a half-hour and easily play with three cocks. I was always looking for GBD-1122, turns out he worked in the mall, I found him in a different parking lot. I used to leave notes on his car. I wanted to leave him one now.
It was still early, I stepped out of the car and a huge man called me over. I gave him my phone, I wanted proof. I slid in and gave him head. He wasn't too big but he was very appreciative. I missed this. Why would I need something plastic and fake when I could have something attached to a human. He played with my real hair and I took him down my throat, he came for so long. He praised me the whole time, I needed that. I even let him rub my legs, they were covered with white pantyhose. I looked like a slut. I put on the stockings after I left Angie's, she would of certainly known what I was up to otherwise. After two more men, I went home to put the videos on social media, it was activated and getting lots of traffic. I couldn't wait to shoot and then put up more.
***
Monday morning I put my hair in a baseball hat. My work was extremely needy, SO much more than Lilly. The year before I created a macro that had made the company sixteen million dollars that year, they gave me my own office, they gave me a raise. During lunch, I went to the Mall to look for GBD-1122. There was a time when I had his cock in my mouth twice a week, sometimes more. He had a habit of making me feel good about myself, he knew how to stroke my ego, and I knew how to stroke his hard manhood. I went once again at night. I was determined to find him. It wasn't that long ago and his car wasn't that old, I couldn't imagine him getting another one.
Since my hair was still perfect, that night I was dressed up and set about visiting that lone parking lot again. Monday was a quiet night but I did find a couple of men to take care of. I was so much better at this than when Angie and I first came here. Putting on makeup knowing that you were doing it for men was nice. I loved putting on mascara and painting my lips knowing that they would be appreciated. I was wearing another crop top and a short stretchy skirt. It made bending down in the backseats, or maneuvering around the steering wheel easier. I should write a pamphlet, it would be extremely short but totally indispensable. The first man of the night, I gave him a hand job while reaching into the driver's window. My ass was on display to the other drivers. I was getting hard and pressing into his car door. I let him play with my breasts as they hung. I was wearing my double D forms and they looked and felt incredible. He was kissing one and playing with the other. I rubbed him with both hands and he came all over the steering wheel. He gave me two twenty-dollar bills and I slipped them into my back pocket when we were done. I felt very sleazy.
Once home I was still so horny. I put some old pictures up on my account and even put one of my new videos. I changed again, I had on a tight white sweater, showing off so much cleavage. My skirt was short and showed off my legs in beige pantyhose. I looked so cute, matching with my white pumps. I then pulled out my silicone cock with the suction cup. I couldn't believe I was still so worked up. I was glad Lilly wasn't really talking to me, I knew I wouldn't be bothered tonight. I was walking around my room posing and sucking on the hard cock, I had never done this before. I needed cock in my mouth something terrible. I sat at my vanity. I then put on a slideshow of all my new pictures on my laptop. I had a strong touch of Autogynephilia, I loved looking at myself in all of my feminine glory. I was quite proud of how I turned out. I started to feel like one of the Sosa's again, I just wished I looked a little happier in my pictures. At least the couple that I had from the event on Saturday showed me with people, I looked so happy to be part of a crowd.
It didn't take long, fapping in front of my computer, the hard seven-inch cock in my mouth. One day I will give it a name. Being with the men in the Mall parking lot was so anonymous, I longed to call out my lovers names as they made me orgasm or I made them cum. I would love to just cuddle in someone's arms after it was over at least just once. This night I just closed my eyes and lived in my imagination for a little while longer.
Tuesday was exactly the same, a couple of handjobs and quick suck and then back in front of my laptop. My silicone dildo was never this popular before. I searched for GBD at the Mall, but saw nothing of course. Then on Wednesday, I found his car, I put a note on his windshield asking him to meet me on Thursday night. Our spot. With love from Nena.
***
The entire week I went to the Mall parking lot, intending to meet GBD, but meeting so many others. I felt like I was losing control a little. My wrists, mouth, and jaw were so sore when I got home. My makeup was done a little too quickly on those nights and I definitely wasn't dressing up to the Sosa sister's standards. A couple of nights I didn't even wear my false lashes. Once I found the white car I was looking for I felt a little better. I feel like I had to close this chapter of my life. This would be the way to end it. Late Wednesday night I called Juliana and Márcia, I couldn't believe how much I had been missing them. They were like comfort food or a childhood movie to me. When I heard their voices I felt a little more grounded.
Years ago, in their little house in Edison, when I told them I was probably transgender, they didn't even know what it meant. Juliana is now a therapist back in Brazil and Márcia and her Mom now run the family business. I felt like all of us have grown. All of us have taken chances and lived and loved a little more. I missed them and I needed to share my life with them again. I needed them to get me back on track.
I started to remember, it was long ago. I felt so young around them, I was wearing one of Márcia's flowered dresses and my hair was probably in a ponytail. I was sitting at their kitchen table, I just turned nineteen, we were having a wonderful dinner. We were definitely drinking wine or some sort of specialty drink. I probably made it for them, they were easy, they loved everything.
I remember that day so vividly I was feeling a little melancholy, my mother was getting remarried. She and her new husband were going to Atlantic City with their new friends. I wasn't invited, I was the only one not to attend the wedding. My mother told me I would have a terrible time. I wanted to see her in her dress, I wanted to throw rice.
I was a little sad, looking at the three beautiful women. I would do anything in the world for them. I knew I would never really be like them. They were letting me stay the weekend, and I was so grateful.
"Mamãe Sosa, if I was your third daughter what would you have named me?" I asked her, for some reason I started to form tears. She was so good to me, I spent more time here than my own home. I loved her and her two daughters more than anyone else in my life. They would never tell me I would have a terrible time. They would show me their dresses, they would let me throw rice.
She gave me the look she always saved for me. I couldn't really tell what it meant, but I loved it. I knew she was happy. She put her hand in my hair. "Mmm, let me think. Mmm, nineteen years ago, mmm we were still in Goiânia. The girls and I were living with a man named Claude, he was from Paris and he worked with my father. I was so in love with him, meu amor."
"I remember him, He was nice and he was gorgeous." Juliana reminded them.
Mamãe Sosa laughed, "You," she took hold of my wrist, "you would have been his child, ha, ha... We would have called you something French. Something like... Giselle." Her eyes widened.
I looked at her and held her hand, "Can I be Giselle?"
"Of course, you can, my little love child from my Parisian lover, ha."
I smiled at my new mom, relishing my new name. "Maybe we can call him for child support." They laughed, they were always laughing. They thought I was so funny. My tears were totally gone.
After that, I felt so much better about myself. I didn't mind being transgender. I didn't mind whatever I was, I was part of a family. They then got me my own subscription to Vogue Magazine. The Sosa sisters sent catalogs from their favorite clothing places to my house. They wanted me to get started on a collection of my own dresses. A collection of perfect flowered dresses, from Spain, mostly. My mother never asked me who Giselle was, but the catalogs were always in my room. If she asked I would have told her. Actually, I would have had Mamãe Sosa tell her.
Ring. Ring.
I couldn't wait to hear their feminine voices. "Hi, is it too late, can you talk?"
"Giselle? Of course, you still sound so maravilhosa. I have missed your voice."
I talked to them for an hour. First I asked how they were, and asked about their mom. I even asked if they had heard from Claude, which made them laugh. It has been more than three years since I had seen them, it felt so much longer, so many things have changed in our lives. I then gave them my update. I told them about the job and all the extra money I had been given. I took updated pictures of my townhouse and showed them all my new curtains and new couch and dresses. Lastly, I told them about Lilly and then sent pictures from the Breast Cancer event.
Juliana said, "You are becoming even more beautiful. When are you coming to Brazil? When are you coming to visit the rest of your family?"
We all laughed. They were my family and I missed them, saying goodnight was hard. I was thinking, would I ever get to Brazil? Would I EVER see them again?
"Goodnight Giselle."
***
It was Thursday night, I hadn't heard from Lilly since Sunday. It was the longest we had ever gone without seeing or hearing from each other. I started thinking, I had never gotten angry with her or disappointed until now. I was always so easygoing anyway. She was the one with the temper but she rarely got angry at me. I did her every favor she ever asked for. I thought about it, yes everything, I was a pretty good boyfriend. Turns out being a girlfriend was a different story.
Once home from work I took a shower and washed my hair. I put a couple of rollers in to curl the bottom and picked out my outfit for the night. I wanted to be slutty. I put on my D-cup white bra and filled it with my forms. It had full coverage, I didn't want to be hanging out. I slipped on a yellow tank top that barely covered the bra straps. I had on white panties that had little roses around all the trim. They were very fancy-looking and pretty sexy. I put on nude thigh highs and then a short full denim skirt. It wasn't tight at all and the hem landed at the same level as the tops of my stockings. I slipped into four-inch nude pumps and grabbed my matching bag.
I had a date at eight, I was meeting a man in his car. Sometimes when it's late and I can't sleep I take my silicone friend to bed and make-believe I'm pleasuring the man in the pine-smelling car. It always works, I cum and then fall asleep. Other times I just color.
***
I saw the white car and parked right behind him. The lot was pretty busy, Thursdays and Saturdays were the busiest. I saw him glance at me in his rearview mirror, I decided I was going to change the rules. I was going to bring him home. If Lilly could be seeing someone else so could I. I was wishing I gave some of the men from the corporate event my real number. I very rarely came in contact with real men for something like a date.
He walked out of his car and came to my window. "Hi, I haven't seen you in so long, do I get a kiss?"
I smiled up at him and pursed my lips, we kissed on the cheek. "I was thinking, why don't you follow me I know a better place."
I could tell he didn't want to leave the lot, he checked his watch and finally said okay.
"I could drive you back if you want," I told him but he got in his car and followed me.
We got two perfect spots right in front of the house. He followed me up the steps and then followed me into the townhouse. I looked around outside, I didn't want anyone seeing me bring a man into the house for some reason. I even double-locked the door, I was acting a little paranoid.
He glanced around the room, he seemed pretty impressed. I made drinks and handed him one, "Port wine and tonic with lime," I told him. He smiled as he drank, I was going to start entertaining more men, starting right now. I was going to sneak them through the basement.
"You live alone?
"Sometimes," I was being cute.
He moved closer to me and kissed my neck. He had one hand on his glass and another on my hip. He was much stronger than I thought, I felt him pull me into his body. I took his glass and placed it on the table. I put my arms around his neck and he slipped his hands under my skirt and rubbed my panties. He pulled back and smiled at me.
"You are hot. Do you know you were my first tranny?"
The bell rang and I froze.
"What the fuck," I whispered. Then my phone rang. We disengaged and I went to answer it, this was crazy. "Shit." My hands started to shake.
"I have to ask you something, open up." It was Lilly, why does she keep on showing up with no warning?
"Um, can you come back in an hour, please, I'm in the middle of something?"
"Wait, you're dressed up, I don't care. Actually, that's better, I have the pictures from the event and I have to call Mr. Flores. Just open the door."
I looked over at the man, he gave me a 'what's the matter look.' I took his hand and his drink and brought him into my room.
I was feeling a little frantic, "I can't believe my girlfriend is here I will get rid of her a soon a possible. I'm sorry." He then grabbed me, I dropped the glass and it broke, making my stockings and the bottom of his pants wet. He pulled me close, his face right in front of mine.
"Let her in, then come back in here."
He was making me nervous, "I don't want her to know you're here, please..."
"She won't know, let her in but if you don't come back in this room I am going to introduce myself to her," He gave me this weird grin. I started to shake, I put on music and closed the door.
Lilly was holding her laptop when I opened the door. "About time. Why you lockin' the door?" She walked in while I held it open. "Why didn't I realize you are always dressed like a girl. Was I not paying attention?" She put down her computer and looked at my legs. "That skirt is kind of short." She seemed a little surprised.
"Well, um, this is just for in the house."
"I circled the block two minutes ago and your car wasn't out front, must have been a quick change." She then went to the kitchen and put down the laptop. "I got all the pictures back, there is a lot of them, I will give you all of 'em." She then picked up the drink on the table and sniffed. "And do me a favor, make me one of these, please."
I couldn't believe I had a man in my room, and he was being a fucking jerk. I should just tell Lilly and make him leave, but I didn't want her to know. I didn't want her to think I was gay, or liked men, or was cheating on her. Even though I was doing all three. Being gay was the first question she asked me, I would feel like an even bigger fool. I gave her a drink and told her I would be right back, I dropped a glass, I had to clean up. I walked back into my room with Windex and a towel. I closed the door and he grabbed me. I dropped the Windex this time.
"Can't believe your girlfriend is here, you don't want her to find out you're a faggot, huh? Let's see how quiet you can fuck then," He then pushed me onto the bed.
"I'm not letting you fuck me," I whispered.
"You most certainly are." I stood up and he pushed me back on the bed. He ran his hands on my nylon legs. "God you are so fuckin' hot, I wanted to fuck you the first time I ever saw you. You are so much hotter now."
"Wait, let me give you head, we can't be doing this. Please." I slipped by him and put the music louder. He grabbed me again and pulled me back onto the bed, I tripped on my heels and fell on my backside.
"Turn around, let me see that ass." He grabbed me harder by the hips and spun me around, he then pushed me down on the bed and slapped me. He put his full weight on top of me as he kissed my neck and arms. He then pulled my hair.
"Oww."
"What the fuck I thought you said you were a tranny?"
He was getting loud and I tried to turn around to look at him but I couldn't move. He started rubbing my back and then he went back to my legs, I started to turn around and he forcibly turned me over. He grabbed my breasts. "You lyin' to me, these real too." He put his hand under my top and then under the bra. I could tell he was satisfied they were fake, but he wasn't going to like what was in my panties. I was completely tucked, I had a tiny bit of tape. My 'clit' was small, to begin with, and I never had a problem hiding it. He reached under and pulled down my panties, bringing them over my heels. He stuffed them in my mouth. He grabbed my hands and he held them on my stomach. He was so strong, I was getting nervous in his grip.
I heard Lilly call through the door, "Do you have a thumb drive or something for the pictures?"
He was smiling he pulled down his pants, his cock was so hard and throbbing. He let go of my hands as he pulled my body closer to the end of the bed, my ass was almost hanging off.
Lilly knocked, "Giselle I need a drive."
I pulled the panties out of my mouth as he leaned into me. "I have to find one, I will be right out."
He got close and whispered, "Giselle, I like that. You couldn't of picked a fucking girlier name for yourself." His smile was so big, he was enjoying this. He lifted my skirt and got lower to investigate my crotch. I pushed him, I tried to get up and his body went on me again.
He put his hand on my throat, "Do you want her finding out about this?" He slightly tightened his grip, "Just stop, you know this is the reason you brought me here." I then felt his cock get closer to my 'pussy.' He let go of my throat as he moved up and put both of his hands on my legs, he bent them back. He kissed my knees and licked the nylon. "Mmm, nice baby girl, you almost have a pussy, ha." His hands were now on the back of my thighs, his cock was looking for a hole. He moved closer and I felt him right outside of it. "I am going to love fuckin' you, I hope you are a virgin. A virgin tranny with no cock." He gave a little laugh and spit, I felt him push in. It hurt, I wanted to scream. He pushed more and I put my hand on his hip I tried to stop him from pushing into me too quick. He then started pumping, getting a little deeper with every push. I felt him inch in even more. He let out a huge sigh once his cock was buried inside me. I felt his body leaning against me. He was taking my virginity against my will.
"You are so tight." He bent down as close as he could, bending my body back. "If you are gonna scream now is the time." He then started pumping again, he was fucking me so hard, he was going so deep. He had an evil grin the whole time. "You like me fucking you with your girlfriend right on the other side of this door. I'm fucking her fairy boyfriend who likes cocks. Maybe I should fuck her too"
I looked at him, I was full of disgust, "Hurry up asshole." And I shook my body, his cock fell out and he slipped it back in.
He started to push harder, he was moving me more onto the bed. He was grunting with every push, I then felt him cum. He fucked me until his orgasm subsided. I stayed completely tucked the whole time. He shook me a little more, he pulled out and finally let go of my thighs. I would be red for days, I could still feel his hands on them. "First you and now her." He said.
I kicked him in the balls with my heels.
He let out a slight yelp, I jumped up. I was over him as he doubled over. I whispered, "Just shut up, I let you fuck me, now be quiet for like five minutes. When did you become such an asshole?" He was still doubled over and his pants were down so I grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. I stood up and straighten myself out as best as I could. I raised the music some more and went into the kitchen.
"Here you go." I gave Lilly a hard drive. She was silent, I didn't know what she heard. I was listening, and thinking the man might be dead he was too quiet. I thought for sure he was going to make a scene. My hands were shaking.
She called me over. "Look how beautiful you were." And then she went through a couple of the pictures. I couldn't wait to see all of them, but I couldn't concentrate with a man in my bedroom, one who just screwed me. And I felt a little funny standing here with Lilly while wearing no panties, I was glad his cum wasn't dripping down my legs.
Lilly then picked up her phone as I filled up her drink, I was still shaking, things seemed so crazy.
"I promised I would call Benjamin once I was with you." She told me and laid her phone on the table next to her laptop. I didn't really understand what was happening, I downed my drink. "Hi, Ben. I'm with Giselle."
I looked at Lilly as I heard Ben's voice. "Hey, ladies, thank you so much for calling. Giselle, did you see the pictures?"
I cleared my throat, "Yes, some of them."
"Great, you looked wonderful, and thank you again, you can not even imagine how much anxiety I would have been in if you hadn't magically appeared." He laughed. "I have one more thing to ask of you and then I will let you get on with your life."
I shot a quick look at Lilly and she shrugged.
"My son has done nothing but pester me about you, he told me he had such a nice time on Saturday and he begged me to invite you over."
Lilly gave me a weird look, "Your son?"
"Yes you met him at the event, I was thinking... can the two of you come over this Saturday? We can have a perfect authentic Argentinian meal, a barbeque, you two will love it."
"Okay," I said a little too quick, I just wanted Lilly out of the house, I wanted to get rid of everyone.
"Great, I will have a car pick you up at two, send me an address. We will have a party in the yard."
"Okay that sounds great," Lilly told him and we said goodbye. She hung up, shut her phone, and closed the laptop. "I didn't know that's what he was going to ask. I thought he wanted to just ask you about the pictures. Maybe he wants us to babysit."
"Maybe. I think I'm pretty good with children,"
"Do you remember the kids' names?"
"Alma and Bruno," I tried to smile at her, I don't know if I succeeded. "Maybe you better go, I don't feel too good."
She looked at me and then touched my chin, "Your lips are smudged. Every other time I saw you, you have looked so perfect."
She packed up and I walked her to the door. "Thank you," I told her.
She smiled, then walked down the stairs, "No thank you, you are going to make me employee of the year. You are such a diva. You are going to break the hearts of children everywhere." She laughed and I watched her walk to the car. I watched her drive away. Tonight, I was going to miss her.
I almost forgot I had an unwanted guest. I ran back in and opened my bedroom door, I would have to clean and mop once he was gone. He was laying on the bed, looking at his phone. He looked up when I stood over him. "Done? Hold on... one... sec... Okay." He got up, tapped my ass as he passed me, and walked out of the room. He made a grab for, sniffed, and then he finished Lilly's drink. "Where's my wallet?"
I opened it and looked at his name and address, and then threw it at him. "You were a jerk, I would have given you all night."
"All night? I gotta get home, my wife is gonna be pissed. I don't have all night."
He walked to the door and I followed, I was so disappointed in him. He was always so nice in his car. Angie was right, never get involved with people from the parking lot.
He turned around as he exited the door, I was about to close it on him. "Wait, can we do this again? Up until you kicked me in the nuts I was having a pretty great time."
I stared at him, he wanted to get together again? I couldn't believe I was seeking him out and thinking about him this whole time. I need better taste in men. "You want to do this again?"
"Yeah, you are so hot and it was fun. I love hanging out with you. Sorry, I got too rough, I was getting into it."
"You called me some nasty names." I didn't know what to say, I was surprised, he was playing a game. "Um, I'm going to need flowers, candy, I need you to start apologizing, big time."
"You got it. Sorry, Giselle. Next time you see me I will be holding a huge bouquet of roses." He walked down the steps.
"Goodbye Raymond." He looked back at me and then got into his car. I closed the door, leaned against it, and slid down on my ass with a little thump. What a fucking night.
***
End of Part 3
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Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 4)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Hmmm, this is the sweet chapter, also the one with the most sex... So sweet and sexy, just like all of us here in the Big Closet... Nothing we are not used to, ha... Thank you so much for reading and I hope YOU like it...
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Part 4 of 5
The next morning I was a mess. Life seems to suck sometimes. I had to get up for work and I was so late. After a long shower, I put my hair up into a wool hat. When I got to work I asked my boss, Mr. Fulsom, if I could talk to him.
"Okay come on in."
I sat across, I had been working here for almost six years. I had taken the job while I was still in college. When I started I was working for free, now I'm guessing I was one of the highest-paid employees.
"I need a couple of weeks off," I told him, a strange grimace sneaking onto my face.
"Okay, you have a lot of time coming to you, why don't you take off all of June. Just call and check in every once in a while." He picked up his office phone. "Jan, can you transfer ten thousand dollars into O'Doherty's account, thanks."
"You didn't have to do that."
He shrugged, "It's just extra for your vacation. I want you to eat, you are getting so skinny."
Little did he realize, I was at my perfect weight, this was what I had been working towards. My long hair and my figure.
"And I'm glad you left at a decent hour all last week, ten to twelve hours a day is a crazy work schedule. You don't have to work so hard."
"I know," I shrugged, "Everything here is cleaned up but I'm working through some things, I should be fine after a break."
I got up, I told him I had a couple of things to finish today, and then I would sneak out early.
He laughed. "You never have to sneak, do whatever you feel." I snuck out a couple of hours early anyway.
***
I got home, the block was nice and quiet on a Friday afternoon, and changed, all this back and forth between male and female was making me crazy. I would now have a whole month to relish in my femininity. I was going to stay a girl the whole time, I didn't even care what Lilly thought, though she didn't seem to be minding it. I changed into a short denim dress, it was tight, I wore a push-up bra and showed as much cleavage as I could make. I put on a little too much makeup and put on my long nails. I painted them bright pink. It was still early, but I was going to go back to the Mall parking lot. I wouldn't be looking for Raymond.
Ring. Ring.
I picked up on the second ring, I was putting in my big gold hoops. "Hello."
"Nena, what are you doing later?" It was Angie, it always made me happier to talk to her. I hadn't seen enough of her this week, or in my life lately.
"Nothing, of course. I'm going to run out now, need anything from the mall?
"What? You are going to the mall? Can I come with?"
I couldn't go with her dressed like I was. I didn't even like her seeing me when I wasn't impeccably dressed. I was getting lazy, or maybe horny, I didn't even know anymore. "Okay, I just need to get changed, I'll pick you up."
***
I beeped, I was sitting on the hood of my car, looking all sexy. I changed into a short pink dress, the collar right up to my neck, a Sosa special. I had on my nude thigh highs and nude pumps, this time with a slight platform and ankle straps. I had my matching purse with a gold chain sitting in the back seat. I was ready for the mall, I was completely ready to hang out with Angie.
Beep. Beep. "Mama you wastin' time," I yelled as Angie looked out of her door. She was surprised, who did she think was going to be beeping.
"I shoulda' known, you be the one makin' a racket." We hopped in the front and took off. I drove right by my favorite parking lot.
I told Angie I had off for the next month, she was ecstatic. I also told her I called up the Sosa sisters Wednesday night and that I had another outing as Giselle with Lilly the next day.
"Wow, you are a pretty busy girl, what happened to that once-a-week dressing-up schedule?"
"I am completely off the grid now,"
She laughed. "Finally. One day a week, I thought you were crazy."
Once at the Mall, we went and picked up our new hosiery. We had the whole department to ourselves. Angie then decided I needed new hair. We went to her salon, Golden Doves. Everyone was surprised to see the boss on her day off. She pointed and gave all sorts of instructions. She made me sit and not move. It was a long two hours but when they were done my hair was long, down to the middle of my back and a light strawberry red. Darker than my natural hair. The women at the salon also colored my eyebrows, making them match, each other.
"No one knows you are not a natural redhead." She laughed as I also got eyelash extensions.
We then both got acrylic nails put on and then painted, gone was my bright pink and it was replaced by a softer one. It went so much nicer with my dress. When we left her salon, I couldn't stop checking out my new hair and nails. I looked more like one of the Sosa sisters now than ever. Their hair was always so long, all my wigs matched them. I could never get my hair to look like this, no matter how much product I put into it or how many times I have tried. Angie had to pull me away from every reflective surface we passed.
We went out for a light lunch and I reluctantly told Angie what else had happened the night before. She held my hand the entire time. She seemed surprised. "So am I right in thinking you are done with that parking lot?"
"I guess." I looked up at her.
"You guess?"
"No, you're right I'm done."
"I'm sorry I introduced you to it, you need more mature relationships, Nena. Are you done with Lilly too?"
"I think so, I was going to end it tomorrow, probably after the Flores visit. You know she has been very understanding about this whole girl thing."
"Well, Lilly is acting like an adult. Now it's your turn." She then took out her phone and called Trevor. She made plans for tonight. She smiled at me and made faces, while I tried not to pay attention.
When she hung up she put her fingers in my hair, "I can't wait to watch you show off your new sexy hair, it will be good practice for tomorrow." I didn't really know what she was talking about.
***
We went to a book store, I told her about Mr. Flores' children, I showed her the pictures of little Bruno and me. I wanted to get coloring books. I had crayons all over my house, I loved to color, it kept my mind focused. I even had some of my works on my wall in my room. Lilly had never even seen them, until recently.
"Do children other than you still color?" She asked.
"Of course, but you must color with them, children want company, just like you and I." We laughed. "There is nothing like a little company."
I picked up four of the large Crayola Crayon boxes with sixty-four crayons. The more the better. I ended up buying seven books, all different types. One of course for Angie to practice at home, with her new crayons.
***
"I want you to make drinks tonight," Angie told me as we walked up her stairs into her house. I was parked right in front, right in the driveway. I stood on her steps and surveyed the block, it was so much different from mine, it was all houses and lawns and children. It was two blocks away from my townhouse, with a swimming pool, tennis court, and access to the shops. I liked this so much better. I was standing at the door too long, I heard Angie call me.
"I have all your favorite ingredients in the kitchen Nena!" Angie laughed.
"All of them, do you have room?" We laughed together. I haven't hung out with Angie on a Friday afternoon alone in over a year. We put our bags down on the dining room table.
I looked in her kitchen, there were only three things on her counter. She walked up behind me, I felt her hands on my shoulders and her face in my hair. "Nena this hair totally suits you," And she kissed me loudly. "Do you remember the night, I told you that Trevor asked me to move in with him?"
"I do."
"You made me that crazy drink, with the 'Lifesaver.' Only a white girl could get away with a 'Lifesaver' instead of a lime." She kissed my cheek.
That night I made her my specialty a 'Brooklyn Paloma,' I wanted to cheer her up, she was so nervous about moving in with a man. Actually, I had only made that drink once, it was the only ingredients I had in my kitchen at the time. Sometimes you have to improvise and you always have to give it a name. Everything I ever made up on the spot I lie and say it was my specialty. I had so many specialties. People would accept it better if I wasn't trying it out on them for the first time. Everything was always better the second time around.
"I could make anything into a white girl drink."
"I know, that's your superpower." She laughed. "I have someone coming over tonight I want you to meet. Trevor should be home in an hour or so, they should get here together."
"Really? You want me to stay?"
"Of course, we should hang out more. You work so hard, we never get to hang. You know, Trevor says that out of all of our friends, you are the only one he would live with on a desert island."
"Is that good?" I queried.
"I think it is. He says it ALL the time." She giggled some more. "I think it's because you are beautiful... and resourceful, haha."
***
I helped Angie put the food in the oven as we drank our specialty drinks. I cut up limes for when Trevor got home, I didn't need to subject him and his guest to another one of my white girl concoctions.
We heard the door, "Angie, Nena?"
"In here we will be right out!" She walked over to me and fixed my dress. "I have been saving this moment until I knew you were ready. Are you ready?"
"Um, I don't know. Am I?"
"Ha, you are, now take in those drinks, let's get this night started."
Next to Trevor was a man. A tall well-proportioned man, he smiled at me when I walked into the room. I had a tray of drinks and I suddenly got a little nervous holding them, Trevor helped me put it on the coffee table.
"Giselle," Trevor grabbed my arm and kissed my cheek, it was the first time I ever heard him use my name. He then looked at me, "I want you to meet Bryson, Bryson Rogers. I want you, my future wife's best friend, to meet mine.
Bryson took my hand and he kissed my cheek. "So nice to meet you," He said in his deep dark voice.
I just smiled, I was afraid to talk, and then I looked at Trevor. "Future wife?"
"Ha, ha yes. Angie said that I could surprise you. Ha, are you surprised?"
I looked over at Angie, she was grinning her crazy grin. "I am, and I am quite happy about this news. I have to tell someone." I skipped past all of them and opened the front door. There were people out gardening, fixing their cars, even some children playing. "Trevor and Angie are going to get married!" I yelled to them and waved, they didn't seem that surprised, but I did get a thumbs up from one of the kids.
I was crying and giggling as I walked back in, I needed to tell somebody. I didn't know anyone I could tell, I was going to sneak into the bathroom and call the Sosa Sisters later. We picked up our drinks and congratulated them.
"Giselle made these, she is a regular Cosmetologist."
I looked at her, "Is that someone who makes Cosmopiltans?" It was crazy that she messed up that word considering that was her line of work.
"No, haha, I mean, mixologist."
Bryson sipped, "It's wonderful, what is it called?"
"A Paloma, it's popular in Mexico. The 'Lifesaver' around the straw is my idea of a little local color."
They laughed and we drank, we even had another round. We ate dinner and then sat for dessert. Bryson brought something from a small bakery in his neighborhood. We sat and listened to music, I was enjoying the company. I loved not having to answer any crazy questions like the ones Lilly was lately asking me. I loved not thinking about work or driving around the mall searching for something and someone bad for me. I loved leaning into a man and talking to friends.
Why was I making myself so busy? Why did I avoid being Giselle for so long?
One day? Just one day a week? No wonder I went a little crazy.
It was getting late, we were wrapping up dinner. We were standing in the kitchen and I was cleaning all of the glasses. THIS was the way I loved to be busy.
"Bryson, why don't you walk Giselle home?" Angie looked at me. "She is very close, I wish she was closer."
"I would love to."
***
We walked by my car in the driveway. It was after ten, the neighborhood was quiet but on my block, it was still quite busy. The restaurants were still open and the coffee shops were crowded.
Bryson held my hand, "This is a nice town." I squeezed and smiled. We sat down outside one of the coffee shops, I could see my front door from here and I pointed it out to him.
A girl walked over to us. "Two coffees?" He looked at me and I lightly shook my head. "Giselle, you are very pretty and so much fun, I have to thank Trevor for finally introducing us."
I started looking more closely at him. I was wondering if I could start dating a man. I was thinking I would love to try. He was quite handsome and he was so wide and tall, he was probably the same size as Trevor, just noticeably lighter-skinned. And I loved people watching us and seeing a man and a 'woman.' When I was by myself I thought I stood out, with a beacon of light on me.
He took my hand, "I have to tell you something," He looked up at the clouds, "I am seeing a woman, we have been together for about, mmm, a year." He looked at me, but I wasn't that surprised. "Trevor tells me I am like someone who is stuck in traffic. I have my hand on the horn. He wants me to get off at the next exit ramp, but I am having trouble." He shook his head.
I smiled at him, he was being cute. "I feel the same, I just can't make it over to the exit lane. It's crowded and no one will let me change lanes." I smiled and he then squeezed my hand. He lifted it and kissed my fingers.
"You have beautiful hands too," We were holding hands once again. "One day I am just going to get out of my car, slam the door, climb over the other cars in the way, and run down the exit. I want to take a different path, I'm just not ready."
Our coffee came, I looked up at the waitress, she was probably about my age. "Thank you, I'm Giselle and this is Bryson."
"Hi, I'm Maria."
"You are so nice Maria, thank you for working so late." I smiled up at her, she was about to walk away. "Oh, Maria?
"Mmm?"
"Can you believe I live right there?" I pointed right across the street to my townhouse complex. "And I have never been here. Would you mind if I make this my favorite place?"
"Haha, not at all. I hope you like your favorite spot." I did, we had our coffee and then Bryson walked me the quarter of a block home. There was an empty spot in front of the house too. But I now had a favorite one. Angie's driveway.
I opened the door, Bryson put his arms around me and kissed me goodnight. It was my first real goodnight kiss from a man. We kissed again. Our lips were tightly together, when his tongue found its way inside I pulled him closer, his hands roamed my body. I was wondering if Maria was outside the shop watching.
"Is your girlfriend going to miss you tonight?" I whispered in his ear.
"Not at all, Friday is my night. She tends to take the other six days." He laughed and kissed me again.
"You are very lucky, six nights with someone. I would love that. If you like you can stay?"
He didn't answer. We locked the door.
***
I held his hand as I led him toward my room. I would give him the tour another day. I knocked and then turned back to him. "It's empty." I smiled and we went inside. I put on a small light and I started to take off his shirt. I ran my fingers through his chest, he was so hard and strong. I lightly kissed his shoulder. I stood back and put my hands on my hips. "I wish I was wearing something a little sexier." At least my lips, hair, and new eyebrows were still perfect. I had a whole closet of outfits I could be modeling.
"You mean to tell me you can get even sexier?"
"I can." I played with my long hair, my dress was so conservative, though the hem did reach way above my knees. My sleeves were three-quarter length and I had just a slight belt around my thin waist. The neckline reached all the way up, even hiding the little chain I had on. I turned around and held up my hair. I felt his hands on the little zipper. I felt it move down the length of my back, and I got chills, he helped me take it off, it fell hiding my heels. I pushed my pink pantied ass into his crotch. I turned around and slid down his pants, taking his shoes and socks off in the process.
We kissed. We kissed deliberately, I let him taste me. Slowly he entered my lips again. I felt my breast form push against his chest. I felt his hard cock make an appearance, and I pushed more into him. My nylon legs rubbed against his bare ones. I whispered in his ear. "Would it be okay if I let you have my body?"
He looked at me. "Would it be okay... if I got out of my car, jumped over the next one, and ran full speed down the exit ramp?"
"Ha.." I looked at him and lightly kissed his lips. "It's okay if you want to stay relaxing in your car a little longer," I kissed his neck, "listening to music," I pushed my breasts into him, he started to look down, "daydreaming, waiting for traffic to open up. I don't mind."
"You don't?"
"No, can't you see me in the car right behind you? Look in your rearview mirror, I'm waving. You should pay more attention to your surroundings." I giggled. "Let's have tonight. We can worry about the rest of our lives some other time. I'm sure we will be seeing a lot of each other once our friends get married." He smiled and we kissed again. I led him to the bed and fell onto him.
It was crazy to me how I have been dreaming about being with a man since I was a teenager before I even met Lilly or the Sosa's. Now, here I am the second day in a row, I hoped that this set a precedent. I will have a different man every night.
We made out and rolled on my bed, I was loving how he kissed and caressed my body. His mouth nibbled on my thigh, kissing my nylon knees and ankles. He chuckled when I told him I wanted to keep my heels on. Sometimes I slept with them all night. Life was too short to go without sexy shoes and stockings.
I was on my back, he was kissing my hairless belly and he inched down to my panties. I let him do what he wanted.
"Giselle? Thank you for letting me experiment. Can I really make love to you?"
I moved up onto my elbows, "I would love that, but make sure you take notes. I want to give it to the next man that occupies my bed."
He smiled and went back and kissed the mound in my panties. He looked at me again, while his hands played with my body. "I have to wear a condom, I told my partner that I would only be unprotected with her. Is that okay?"
"It is."
He magically pulled out a condom and pulled down my panties. I stayed tucked but once he started playing down there I'm sure I would start to come loose. I wasn't as tightly tucked as last night. He put a finger inside me as he moved up and started kissing me again. We stayed like this until he had three fingers inside. He fingered and kissed, I was losing my breath and voice.
I turned to my side and I felt his cock against me. I squeezed him between my cheeks. I felt him against my hole, 'my pussy' was waiting to be invaded. "Bryson, I'm so ready for you."
His cock started to push between my cheeks again and he licked my arms and shoulder. I felt the head of his cock just outside of me, just waiting to enter. He was so much bigger than the unwanted invader yesterday, but I was mentally prepared.
"Oh my god," I yelped as he pushed in, maybe I wasn't that prepared. I felt a stinging inside of me and I bit my lip. I felt him rub my arm as he slid in more. He consoled me the whole time, I felt like a little girl. He started moving his hard cock in and out of me, each time it felt like he was getting deeper. All of a sudden I felt something inside me give and he pushed straight through. I moaned so loud and his body was now completely against me. I felt his stomach on my back. He rubbed my stockings as he pushed harder once more. He was kissing my shoulder and neck, he started pulling my hair.
He made me get up on my knees. He grabbed me by my hips and he was in once again. he started pumping harder, I couldn't breathe, I was loving it so much. The bed was making so much noise as his body moved behind me, I fell and he pumped more, never losing his stride. I felt myself move my ass into him, grinding and then making a circular motion. I felt him hitting spots inside me making me shiver. I was begging him to go harder. And he did.
He pulled out, I wanted him back in I felt so empty. I went onto my back. This was the position I was in yesterday, but the view was so much better. I would never let Raymond near me again, I don't care how many flowers he was prepared to give me. There were too many men in this world that were wonderful.
"You look great in this position." He laid on top of me and we kissed, slow and sloppy, with my hands in his hair, my legs around his waist. He then moved up. He smiled and aimed his cock at me again, he bent down and we almost kissed. He was inches from me, I could feel his breath as his cock slipped in and he pumped away again. My nylons rubbed against his body with every thrust, I still had my heels on and they looked so sexy in the air. He moved up and grabbed my waist again. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it?"
Where? I didn't know, no one ever asked me questions like this. It was usually 'Who are you?,' 'What are you doing in this house?' 'Why can't you make me happy?' Well, no one ever really asked me that, but I was very rarely on my back with a huge cock inside me. "Cum on my stomach?"
He smiled as he pumped some more. "Okay." He thrust one last time, he was so deep, I started to orgasm myself, I hid my 'clit' with my hands, I was squirting onto his cock.
"Oh, my god, Bryson it feels so good," I then let out a huge yell as he pulled his dick out of me. He ripped off the rubber, his cock was aiming at me. He was smiling as he played with his hard cock, he started to cum, the first shot landed right above my crotch, then my stomach, then bra.
He leaned down and started kissing me again. "You were incredible." We kissed some more and I felt his cum on my body, I wanted to taste it. He lifted and laid next to me, his wet cock still hard and rubbing against my ass. I took my finger and wiped his cum from my bra. I tentatively put it to my lips. I turned to him and he watched me taste him, I sucked on my finger. I took the little last bit of cum I found on my belly, and put my finger with my long impossible nails on my lips. I rubbed his cum into the pink and smiled. His cum mixing with my lipstick. I licked my lips and he grabbed my hips and started pumping again, his cock was once again between my cheeks.
"Giselle, sorry I'm gonna cum again. Ahh..." And he did. I felt his jism between the cheeks of my ass and some on my hip. Next time I want a man to just cum in my mouth, like the men in the parking lot. He laid down exhausted. I turned so I could see him. We held each other, my forehead against his. What a wonderful day this has been. I couldn't wait to tell Angie and the Sosa sisters I got fucked on my new beautiful comforter.
***
It was quite late, I was completely exhausted. We woke and he had fucked me once again in the middle of the night. I didn't realize I was so flexible in bed with a man. We were in so many positions, I felt like a porn star and I was still wearing my nude pumps. I could feel his cum inside my belly, it was nice, it was somewhat comforting. I stretched and put my head on his chest, I felt his arm wrap around me. I was glad we made love, I was glad he experimented with me. It made me giggle to think that was how he phrased it. Little did he realize but I was experimenting with him too.
He whispered, "Giselle? Are you up?"
"Mmm."
"Angie told me you had a girlfriend."
"I do, well I did. I still might..." I moved up and laid on my back as Bryson leaned on his elbow. His other hand investigated my breasts through my bra.
He was looking at me. "Did you sleep with her, dressed like this? In a bra and stockings?"
"No," I closed my eyes. "I like men."
"Well, they most certainly like you."
I awoke again, he was looking at me, he started putting his fingers on my lips. "You have such nice lips and your eyes are so blue." He kissed my bra and started nuzzling my breast forms. I reached for his head and pulled him down, feeling him on my breasts. I felt his heartbeat and I heard him breathing, it was so late. He started to whisper again, "Giselle, What's the difference between transgender and gender fluid?"
I didn't even have to think. "Higher heels." And I fell asleep, I hope he didn't leave before I woke up in the morning. I wanted to go to our favorite coffee shop.
***
I woke up early, I took a shower, I made myself beautiful.
I made coffee, I bought muffins, I bought fruit, I made fruit salad. There was no way I could keep this up, but I like to think that I might. I heard the shower in my room going, I knew Bryson was up. I also knew he would be going back to his girlfriend, and I was okay with that. I'm sure we would see each other all the time, and we would always have this memory, maybe he would invite me to HIS wedding. I had to admit I had never felt more feminine in my life, wearing a dress is nothing compared to having a secret little tryst with a man. I knew Angie was going to love it when I tell her how it felt. I couldn't wait to tease her.
I was wearing my sexy denim dress, it was tight and it showed a fair amount of cleavage. "Good morning." He was naked, just a towel around his shoulders. Did he think I would be up for another romp in the bed, I didn't want to assume. "Do you have a robe I can borrow?"
I smiled and gave him one, of course, it was too small, he was a man, but he put it on anyway. It was a nice morning, he started to ask me all types of crazy questions. I felt like I was with Lilly.
I only answered one.
"I did feel like a woman after you made love to me, thank you." I kissed him and sent him on his way with the muffins. He was at the bottom of my steps, I called to him, "Don't forget to wave to me when I am behind you. Make your music louder, we can listen to it together."
He stopped and looked at me, he ran back up the steps, he took my hands. "I think I'm just going to sit in your car with you. Why should we be by ourselves?" And he kissed me, in front of the whole neighborhood. I was so glad we were together last night. It was going to be nice hanging out in a car, ha.
I waved to him once again from the top of my steps. "Bye Bryson." It was nice, I was still so sore.
"Bye Giselle, I'll see you in my mirror."
***
I'm guessing Bryson went to visit Trevor and Angie before he got into his car. I got a call thanking me for the muffins.
"Well?" Angie enquired,
"I got them in the coffee shop I can see from my steps."
"Not the muffins, Bryson."
I giggled, "It was nice. Can you do my makeup before I go to the Flores?"
"I can but I'm going to need a little more gossip."
"It will have to wait, I want to tell you and your future husband in person."
***
Lilly called and said Benjamin was having a Limo pick her up, she would come and get me around one PM.
"Can you meet Angie today?"
"Really? I always felt you didn't want us to meet for some reason."
"That's because your boyfriend was a jerk, he didn't know what he was doing, I can't believe we let him hang around as long as he did." I was feeling a little too confident, this was how I felt last Saturday. It made me a little nervous.
"Ha, listen to you. I didn't realize you were so sassy. Haha."
***
I knocked on the door, I was holding six different dresses, and a shopping bag full of accessories. I didn't know what to wear to an Argentinian BBQ.
The door opened. "Well, look at this," Angie had her hands on her hips, "Trevor! Someone is here for you." She walked away and I followed. I dropped everything in a heap on the floor.
Trevor hugged me. "Angie is mad you didn't tell her about your night of passionate romance."
"What? All we did was play UNO? I won."
"Ha," Trevor let me go and started to laugh, "Well then Bryson met someone on the way back from your place. Haha."
I grabbed Angie from the back and hugged her. "Angie, it was so, so incredible, it was a perfect night. Thank you, that is the best thing you have ever gotten me. Except maybe this hair."
She turned around, she had tears in her eyes, "Your hair still looks amazing, why did we wait so long I will never know." We hugged again. She looked at me again and took the hair out of my eyes, "Did it hurt?"
"It did."
"GOOD!"
***
End of part 4
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Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (The End)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Hmmm... the last chapter where we laugh, we cry, we go out for drinks and we enjoy each other's company... ha... of course, what else would we be doing... Thank you my lovelies for sticking around and I hope YOU like it... and remember 'ef everybody else... ha...
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Part 5 of 5
I told them everything, while Angie picked me out one of the outfits. Trevor thought I should wear jeans but Angie wanted me in a long dress. "No flowers this time just long vertical stripes. That's your style." It had pink, white and cyan ones. I had on nude pantyhose and white platform sandals. The dress had little spaghetti straps and I wore a strapless white bra with matching panties. Angie gave me a necklace from her collection and did my makeup.
"You just need a little color, you are glowing today." She added pink to my lips and eyes. My long nails matched this dress better than the one I had on yesterday. She gave me a touch of mascara and a slight brush of blush to my cheeks and forehead. Some setting spray and we were done.
"Lilly is going to pick me up here with a limo," I told them.
"Really? Do I finally get to meet her? I was jealous Trevor met her first."
"I realized I was just being silly, I should have had you meet her a year ago. I was afraid something would slip out, something I didn't want her to know."
Angie was fixing my hair with a curling iron, "We could have been hanging out this whole time."
"Well Lilly isn't a 'hanger outer,' so I can't really just blame myself." We heard a car horn.
***
We were in Angie's living room, Lilly was wearing jeans and heels, maybe Trevor was right.
"You look so nice," I told her.
"Yeah, but look at you two. You three. You three are gorgeous." She smiled and investigated my hair. "Is this all you?
"Doesn't she look incredible?" Angie cut in. "No more wigs, this is all Giselle."
Lilly looked at me, it was a weird look. "Maybe we better go, it's getting late."
I grabbed my bags and we said goodbye and slipped into the back of the limo. I had never been a passenger so much in my life. It was nice having someone else in control, I mean drive me around.
The Flores house was close to the convention center we were at last week, so we had close to an hour ride. I showed Lilly what I bought for the children and she laughed. "No one will love crayons as much as you."
"Me?"
"You always have them on your tables, but I've never seen you use them."
I usually colored my books at my vanity, I loved to watch myself in the mirror, my tongue sticking out of the side of my mouth, I think it was part of my Autogynephilia. Catching a glimpse of my breasts or earrings. It was comforting, I used to color so much as a child, I grew up loving bright wonderful tones and hues. Looking at the dress I had on confirmed it.
We passed by the convention center, I noticed a lone white car in the parking lot. Lilly watched me as I turned around to get a better look. "Last Saturday was so nice. I'm glad you had fun."
I smiled at her, "I did. Um, where did you go at the end of the night, I was looking all over for you."
She moved slightly away from me, her back more against the door. She shrugged her shoulders, "I came back, I saw you talking to a man at the bar, I didn't want to bother you."
"Oh, I didn't know." I looked at her, I felt disappointed in myself. "He was very nice, I wish you met him."
"Well, I went out with two guys from work, we went to the Windjammer." She looked disappointed in herself. "I got a little drunk. But the two of them were so much worse." She looked at her watch. "Um, it's after two we are going to be a little late."
"No worries."
"Um, those two guys... well Jim, he is the one who gave me that crazy strap-on thing. It was his idea, he told me his boyfriend loves it. He had it in his car, I still can't believe I took it. I brought it back to his house and I left it dangling on his doorknob."
She looked at me and I started to laugh. "That's crazy, you left it out for his neighbors to see?"
"I did. Was that wrong?" She rubbed her eyes, "He called me the next day and asked how it went. I told him it didn't go too well."
"Well, it's a story we can retell, we can get a couple of miles out of it, ha."
***
I didn't know why, but I was nervous as we walked to the backyard of the Flores house, the property was huge. We heard Bossanova music as we made our way to the ornate gate. My hands were full, Lilly opened it.
"Ah, here you are," Mrs. Flores, Delfina came up to us, she took one of my bags and gave us hugs. "Beautiful women to brighten my garden," She said in her light Spanish accent. "Ben!"
Benjamin walked out with the two children in his hands. "Welcome, come in, come in, the children are so happy to see you."
Alma and Bruno ran up to me and they both hugged my hips, I felt the other three watch as I bent down. "I have missed both of you, can I have another hug? I want to be even happier." And they did, Alma around my shoulders and Bruno around my neck. I was surprised I had this effect on children, adults were usually pretty nonchalant to my presence. "I have something for you two, let's go someplace quiet and leave the adults to themselves."
The other three laughed and I followed the children into the yard. It was nice it was only us and someone at the barbeque pit. "That's Jay, he's doing the cooking today," Ben told us and we waved.
The children led me away from the adults and we sat at a picnic table. I saw Lilly taking out all the bottles I brought, and show them to Benjamin. He studied each bottle and jar, I smiled at him as he waved to me.
The two children showed me the games they had next to us, they seemed quite happy that someone was visiting them. I took out the crayons and coloring books. "I was wondering if we could color together." They both had smiles on their faces.
Alma laughed, "Bruno loves to color, he has pictures up all over his room."
I looked up at the little boy, with thick brown hair and brown eyes. He looked more like his mother than his father, they both did. I tousled his hair. "Let's make more pictures, then I want to see both of your rooms. I want to see where you have fun."
He smiled at me "Okay."
I had six books and we each took one, and one of the boxes of crayons each. They both picked one with animals, but of course, I took the one with princesses. Of course, Lilly would look at this and think how typical of me. How stereotypical, someone who wore dresses would want to color more dresses. I always found a dress that was similar to what I had on and colored it to match. I had been doing this since I was young. I had coloring books in my closet completely filled with past outfits. When I was young I had so few, my books would be filled with black and red dresses to reflect it. I only had to buy a box of six crayons. As I grew up, and my wardrobe grew, so did my color palette. I was proud now to show off my new books with all the colors of the rainbow, maybe I was finally ready to become a woman. My closet has finally caught up to my box of crayons. My sixty-four box of crayons.
"How are the children doing?"
I looked up, it was Benjamin. I smiled. "We are doing fine, thank you."
He smiled and sat next to me, he handed me a drink. "This is what we used to drink in Argentina, it's just Fernet and Coke. Have you ever had that before? I just smiled, I had everything before.
"Thank you," and we clinked glasses, the children clinked with their juice boxes.
***
It was a wonderful day, I investigated the children's rooms with them and their mom, Delfina. They hung up my pictures on their walls and they gave me some of theirs to take home. I was in Bruno's room, it was so big, it was so colorful. I watched him tape my picture to his busy wall. It was a princess in a striped dress, all white, pink, and cyan. I sat on the bed, I was getting emotional. I started to cry as I watched the two children.
Delfina put her arms around me as she sat. "Are you okay?"
I turned to look at her, she was a perfect specimen of a human being. She was beautiful, she had a wonderful husband and two perfect children. I was so happy for her. I started to cry a little more, as she hugged me tighter.
I felt Bruno's hand on my leg, "Don't be sad Giselle."
I looked at him, my eyes were so watery. His room was nothing but a blur. I picked him up and put him on my lap. He leaned against me as Delfina put her head on my shoulder. "I'm not sad, I'm quite happy. I'm sorry I can't get my emotions correct today." They laughed and hugged me tighter.
We heard someone call us. Bruno looked at me and patted my cheek, "That's my brother. He can't wait to see you."
***
I went into the bathroom to check my makeup, and to compose myself. I was having a wonderful time even though I couldn't stop crying. Now I was going to meet another brother.
I clicked down the stairs and then out to the yard. Ben and Lilly were talking to a man. When I opened the screen door the three of them looked at me. The three of them had smiles on their faces. The man broke away from the others and walked over to me as I made my way towards them.
"Marcelo?"
"Very good, you remember me?" He laughed and hugged me. "You are even more beautiful in daylight." I was a little stunned, and I could feel Lilly's eyes on me. I wonder if she realized this was the man I was at the bar with last week. I wonder if she had any idea I had done nothing but think about him since we split.
"Are you the brother?"
"Ha, I am. Is that okay?"
I smiled at him, the day seemed surreal to me. "It is, I so love Alma and Bruno, no one has ever been nicer to me... ever."
"Ever? Then you are not hanging around with the right people." He laughed and I heard his slight Spanish accent. I suddenly felt very at home. He took my hand and we sat at the long family table, all of us. We had our Fernet and Coke's and we were served salad and rice and lots of meat. We talked, we laughed, and Marcelo and I even went and played games with the children. I felt my Spanish accent get a little thicker while I talked to him. He smiled whenever I said anything slightly funny.
We were drinking coffee, the three boys were having a catch with one of the footballs. We sat and watched. Lilly was playing with my hair. "You know, before we met, your mother used to tell my mother that you needed more friends."
I turned around to look at her. "Really?"
"She told me, once the Sosa girls moved away you were always by yourself. See I knew of them before you told me. Personally, I think your mother just wanted you out of the house, haha."
"I'm sure Giselle has plenty of friends now," Delfina said, after refilling up our mugs.
"Well," Lilly put her head on my shoulder, "she has me, that's really all she needs but it's nice to have a little backup." She looked up at Delfina.
"Ha, I want to be the backup then."
Marcelo came back and sat next to me, he held my hand. "What am I missing, you three are so quiet."
"Nothing," I told him, "We are just being silly, These two think I need more friends."
"They do? Well then sign me up."
***
I was watching Lilly talking to her boss and his wife, she was so comfortable. She was at home wherever she went. I wish I was more like her. She would never start to cry watching children. She was always in control.
Lilly was going to take the limo home, but Marcelo wanted to drive me. I wanted him to take us both but Lilly said she didn't want to be the third wheel. She was surprisingly okay with everything today. I took her back outside I wanted to ask her something.
"Lilly, remember when you told me that you owed me a huge favor?"
"Of course."
"Well, I want to collect."
She laughed, "Do you? Right now?"
I smiled, "Can you do me a favor and let me be a jerk for a little while longer and you can be understanding and nice about everything, forever?" Just then the screen door opened and the two little ones ran out. They gave us hugs goodbye.
I caught Lilly's eyes, "Okay. If that's how you want to waste your favor." She laughed and we said goodbye to everyone else.
***
We were in Marchelo's car, it was nice and big, he had R&B on the stereo. My head was back against the seat and I had my eyes closed, it had been another perfect day. I opened my eyes and I watched him drive, he was so quiet. I started to lift my dress, I watched him as I crossed my legs and brought the hem over my knees. I looked down, I wanted to see my heels, I wanted to rub my stockings. I was doing this for me, but I knew Marcelo would enjoy it too. I was out all day in this marvelous dress, my nails still looked amazing after the two days. I watched as they tickled my nyloned thighs. I had fantastic legs, it was one of the things I was most proud of, now I was proud I had more friends than legs.
"Giselle?"
"Mmm?"
"There was a time in my life when I thought I would never see you again. Last week, I got so busy, I went back to find you and you were gone. The bartender told me you were waiting for me. I felt terrible."
"I was quite sad you disappeared."
"Well I told my father I met the most beautiful, interesting woman and we looked through the pictures from the event. I was a little surprised to see a picture with little Bruno's arms around you. I feel like he found you for me."
I turned my head at him and smiled. "You have a wonderful little brother, I am guessing that you have a wonderful life." I looked back out the window, my hands still on my thighs, it was dark out but the coast still had some light. By coincidence, we passed by the convention center again.
"Marcelo, wait!" I yelled he pulled over.
"What's the matter?"
"I have a crazy idea." First I made him kiss me and rub my thighs, and then I made him turn the car around.
***
We were in the white Porsche. The keys jingling in the ignition. I couldn't believe the car was still here all alone, all week. I saw the note I put under the windshield wiper of Marcelo's car, it was flapping in the slight breeze. It was a picture that Alma colored, she didn't like it, but I folded it up and put it into my purse anyway. I was glad it came in handy.
"Should we put the top down?" Marcelo was looking for a switch, a button almost anything.
"Of course."
"Let's try this." There was a whirring sound and the top started to collapse. The ocean air completely enveloped us. "Who's car is this?" He asked me again, but I didn't know.
"Someone staying close to here, he has a thing for cars," I told him, he laughed and we took off. It was a nice comfortable ride, the man from the event had every reason to be proud of it.
We were heading away from my townhouse, we were now on the highway. My hair was blowing in the full breeze. Thank god it was my own, I would be holding tight if it wasn't. Once again I lifted my dress, I wanted to feel the wind on my nylon encased legs. I pushed the hem up to my panties. I put my knees together, I wanted to feel the breeze consume me. I wanted to feel like a woman.
"Marcelo?"
"Yes?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I wasn't a complete woman?" I asked him, my accent as thick as it ever was, the radio was loud and the wind was rustling through our bodies. I looked straight ahead.
"What do you mean?"
"I think I'm either transgender or gender fluid, or maybe just trans, I don't really know. But I know exactly what I'm not."
"I think I will believe you if that is what you are asking." He said in the most delicious accent I had ever heard. "My father told me, Lilly had told him something about you. She is very proud of you, you know. She told my father you were very brave."
"Did she?"
"She told my father, she wanted you to be happy but she was a little worried." He shrugged his shoulders.
I turned and looked at him again, "Really? Everything sounds so complicated, maybe, for now, we can just make the music louder?"
"Of course."
We sped by several cars on the turnpike, the music was blasting. I realized I had to find the owner of this car. I hoped I didn't have the only set of keys. I started to laugh. I waved to the people in the slower cars.
"Marcelo?"
"Yes?"
"Stay with me tonight."
"Ha, ha, okay. If that will make you happy."
"But let's first find a quiet spot, let's luxuriate in this wonderful car."
***
We were back on the way towards home, it was cooler and the top was still down. We pulled over into a park with a lake, I wanted a view.
Marcelo put up the top of the car. We went into the back seat. I moved closer to him and pulled up the hem of my dress again, I wish I had on something shorter. His hand took hold of my thigh and I moved closer to him, my head on his arm. I was tired but excited, I was with a man, a man that I had been thinking about all week. I was in the back seat of a car. How many backseats have I been in the last couple of weeks?
I moved my legs up and then under me and now put my head on his shoulder. His arm went around me. "Do you really want me to stay at your house tonight?" He asked.
"If you want, I have an extra bedroom." I looked at him and he kissed me.
"Thank you. Thank you for not being cross with me for leaving you at the bar last week." I moved into him even more, I put my other hand around his shoulder.
"Are you supposed to stay at your father's house tonight?"
"Mmm."
"Will they be worried? Should you not stay?"
"My father would never talk to me if I left you again, heh."
"Call and tell them, I don't want them worried." I turned his head to me and we kissed. His arms went around my body, it was wonderful. Three days, three different men. Marcelo was different, he was the one I had been dreaming about the most.
***
The back of the Porsche was so big and wide compared to the other cars I was used to. He leaned into me and we kissed. My eyes were closed I was enjoying this. I felt my long nails start to investigate his shirt, and I started to unbutton. I rubbed his hard chest and tickled him with my nails. I made my way down to his pants.
"Vamos ver você se exibindo." I said in my imperfect Potuguese.
"Show off?" He kissed the top of my head as he laughed. "Okay." He maneuvered back a little and I unzipped his fly. He was quite hard, his cock was aiming down to his thigh. I had to take his briefs and pants down to get his cock to appear, he was so big. I kissed him once again as I took hold of it. I knew I was going to enjoy this.
I used both of my hands on his manhood as he kissed me, he started to kiss and lick my neck. I pulled back, I took my hands from his cock and pulled up the hem of my dress again, bunching it up above my waist. My legs were perfect and creamy in beige nylon. I pulled back a little more to show off. I brought one of my legs over him and his hand went down to caress it.
"I love your legs," He told me, "I can't wait to see you in something shorter." He then put both hands on my thighs and lifted my legs onto him, his cock came in contact with the nylon. I let him rub and play with me as his cock throbbed. I had my hands around his neck he was making me over-excited. "Giselle, you have a beautiful body, I can't wait until I get to explore all of you."
"Mmm," I moaned as his hands were all over me, I was practically on his lap. "Would you like me to suck your cock," I whispered seductively into his ear. "I want to take you into my mouth."
"He laughed, "You talking like that is going to make me cum," I started to kiss down to his chest. "And you smell amazing, you smell like flowers."
I wanted to look at him, I wanted to see the man that was so nice to me. "Marcelo, I am going to make you very happy. Your cock is going to make me even more." I moved down his body and took his hard manhood into my mouth. I smiled up at him as I licked the sides. I had one hand gripping him and the other rubbing his leg. I felt the hair around my face, I let it slowly move around me as his cock made its way into my hands and mouth.
"Ahhh," He let out a big sigh as I went completely down on him, his hands were playing in my hair. I went up and down on his hard cock only slowing down to try to take him all the way inside me. I felt him go down my throat. His large cock was inside me, I had my lips pressing against the hair on his crotch. I moved up slowly letting him feel the air again. Each time I did this his body started to buck. I knew he was going to cum, but I wanted us to cum at the same time.
He slid out of my mouth and I smiled. "Baby, I want to cum with you." I reached into my panties and untucked, I was too excited. I started to rub as I licked his cock and he watched. His hands were still in my hair, then my cheek, he couldn't take his eyes off of me.
"Oh, my god, Giselle, I'm gonna cum, ahh." I put my pink lips against his hardness and started to rub, him and me. I pushed his cock against my cheek, my lips sliding on the entire length of his manhood. He started to spurt and I gobbled him up, I felt him cum in my mouth. I started to orgasm myself as I rubbed. I couldn't believe we did it and my bottom was still moving like crazy.
I looked up at him as the little bit of his cum was dripping out of my lips and down the length of his cock. I licked and swallowed it all as he watched. I pulled off and took a deep breath. "Woo," I rubbed myself in my panties a little more and then moved up and leaned on his chest. I was so tired, but I felt so good, laying in Marcelo's arms.
I closed my eyes and then heard a screech. We both inched up, there were two cars behind us. I fixed my dress as Marcelo tried to fix his pants. There were four policemen outside surrounding the car. One was holding a gun.
"Can you vacate the vehicle and put your hands up!" I looked up at the cops and we slowly got out of the back door. The one with the gun pointed us to a park bench and made us sit down, Marcelo's pants were still undone. Two of the policeman started going through the car.
Another one was on the phone. "Maybe twenty minutes." He told the others.
Another one asked for ID, one of the Policemen had to get my bag from the car. We handed him our licenses and then they handcuffed us together. I saw the cops study my ID. I was more confused than nervous. I have been in handcuffs before.
The cop stood before us, we were trying to zip up Marchelos pants. "Miss, who's ID is this?"
I looked up at him, "It's mine officer," I said in my slight Spanish accent. He looked again and then shook his head. He then went and shared the information with the others. They all glanced over. It's crazy but I wasn't that embarrassed. I was thinking about what Lilly said about me. If it was a couple of weeks ago and if I was by myself I would have been mortified. Being with Marcelo, it didn't seem that big of a deal. I had been arrested before.
They asked us a bunch of questions and I told them where I got the keys. I could tell Marcelo was pretty amused by my story. I told the cops I left a note on the other car in the convention centers parking lot, explaining that we took the car and we would be back with it. They didn't seem to care.
The cop gave us back our ID and then looked at me a little disapproving. "Miss, are you a guy in a dress?"
I had to bring up my neck and move the hair out of my face to look him in the eyes. "No. And you should never ask that question to anyone." I just looked, challenging him for a follow-up. He shrugged and moved away.
I grabbed Marcelo's hand, it felt crazy in handcuffs. "I'm sorry about this."
"That's okay. It's just a misunderstanding."
I smiled, he wasn't angry at me. I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you. You know Life Seems to Suck Sometimes?"
"Heh heh, does it?"
"Mmm," I put my head on his shoulders and waited, I was more worried about what his parents were going to think of me.
Ten minutes later another Police car showed up and the man from last week's event walked out of it. He looked in the car and saw us through the windows on the other side, we had the lake to our backs and a bright lampost above us. He had quite a smile on his face as he made his way around. He stood in front of us and he smiled at me. He turned to one of the policemen, "It's okay. I gave her my keys."
He took my hand with the handcuff, "Giselle it's nice to see you again." Marcelo's hand was held up next to ours.
"Funny meeting you here," I told him, and he laughed and so did Marcelo.
The police undid our cuffs and they left. We stood and stretched. I took the man's hand, "I'm sorry. I'm also sorry it's so late, I hope we didn't wake you."
He walked into the car. "That's okay. I did give you the keys, I just figured you would have called me and I would have driven. ha. Do you need a ride?"
***
Soon we were back at the convention centers parking lot, I took the note off of Marcelo's car and handed it to the man. He turned it over, looking at the picture, and then read my little note, and laughed. "I have been calling you all week, they keep telling me you haven't come in yet. I don't even know what that means."
I smiled and took a pen out of my bag, I wrote my real phone number on the colored page. I knew a woman who would be perfect for him and told him.
"My name is Jim." He shook Marcelo's hand, I kissed him goodbye and he got ready to leave.
I leaned into his passenger window, "Jim, Thank you again, today was fun. I will definitely call you to make plans." I waved and he was gone. I put my arms around Marcelo. "I hope you are not going to tell your family how much of a bad girl I am."
"Ha, ha, you know if I tell my father, he will fall in love with you even more."
***
It was after one AM when we pulled up in front of the townhouse, the spot in front was empty and he pulled in. We were exhausted. We both took showers and changed.
I'm sure we were planning on sleeping but I put on a short maroon nightie anyway. I also put on different breast forms and they looked perfect bulging out of the cups. I had on a tiny pair of matching panties and sprawled out on the bed. I heard Marcelo finish in the next room. He knocked, he was wearing his briefs.
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight here, or do you want to sleep alone, all alone in the other bedroom?"
He moved down next to me, he went right for my breasts and kissed them, then he kissed my lips. "I guess I will go next door." And he got up, my mouth was hanging open. He was walking to the door.
He jumped back into bed and held my cheek in his hand, "Like I would be able to leave the smile of a bad girl." He chuckled then kissed me, his tongue played inside of my mouth. He was making me happy.
We got under the covers, and he held me as I draped my arm over his chest and put my head on his shoulders. I moved up and kissed him goodnight.
"Goodnight Giselle."
***
I woke up early, I took a shower, I made myself beautiful.
I made coffee, I knew there was no way I could keep this up. I still had on my little nightie when Marcelo left the bedroom. Sometime in the middle of the night, I gave him a handjob. We made out and I played with his cock. We were both exhausted but I didn't want to waste my time with a handsome man. I rubbed his cock as it stood straight up. It didn't take long, soon I was rubbing the cum all over his stomach. I moved up and licked him completely clean.
I kissed him lightly on the lips, "Goodnight again, I love that you smell like toothpaste and deodorant." I had the most wonderful dreams after that.
He still smelled incredible and sexy when he walked up to me in his briefs. I hugged him and we drank coffee. "Can we go out for breakfast? I want you to see my wonderful town."
"Sure," He smiled, "Whatever you want. I will do anything you ask me to."
***
He got dressed and I got changed. I put on red shorts and a tight red top. I had on nude pantyhose and my tennis shoes. My hair still looked amazing and I brushed it over my left shoulder. I had red lips and red nails and a slight copper color over my eyes. I took a picture and sent it to Angie.
She called me "Who is this woman in shorts?"
"Ha, I think that might be me. We are going to the little coffee shop in town for breakfast, can you come?"
"We?"
"Yes, I want you to meet someone."
***
I asked for Maria at the coffee shop and gave her flowers. I thanked her for working so early. She showed us to my favorite table in front. I felt hands on my back and I got a kiss from Angie and Trevor. It was nice, I introduced them all and everyone seemed to be having fun. I could tell they both approved of my new man. I should have been doing this the whole time that I knew Angie, we should of always double-dated.
We kissed goodbye and made plans to meet for a late lunch at Lola Bistro. I was going to ask for a table of six.
***
Once home I made a couple of calls and then went to join Marcelo on my couch.
"I am off for the next twenty-eight days."
"You are, congratulations." He kissed me and I lay next to him.
"I am going to color, clean, paint, and redecorate and then buy brand new liquor for my cabinet. And you can come here whenever you want, you can even bring the family."
"Okay, I'm going to put that on my calendar."
"Are you always this cheeky?" I asked him, I felt something push against me. "And always this hard?"
***
We had reservations for three PM. Everyone was going to meet us there. I still had on my red short set, with the racing strip down the right side. I felt cute, Marcelo told me red was his favorite color, green was his second.
I let him make love to me while we stood looking out my front window. He eased down my shorts and pantyhose. With just a little lube he entered me. I had my hands with my long red nails holding onto the window sill. He eased in slowly and soon his body was caressing mine. He was completely inside me, it was a wonderful feeling being full of a man.
He moved through my long hair and kissed my neck and cheek, as I looked out on Sunday afternoon. I didn't call my Mother, I might not call her all month. I was daydreaming wondering if her new husband would ever remember my new name, Giselle is pretty hard to forget. I suddenly didn't care, Marcelo's hand went to my tucked-in 'pussy.' I felt his fingers explore me as he pushed his cock in me. His lips still kissing my ear and neck. I rotated my bottom as he pushed in more, he was in so deep and pushing once again so hard. I loved that I had this effect on him. I started to cum in his hands and I felt him shoot his cum into my bottom. We smushed together, I was feeling his juices move inside me. I smiled to myself thinking Sunday outside this window never looked better.
***
I had one stop to make before we went to visit Clair at the bistro.
I loved it here, it was small and quaint and the food was fantastic. It was one of the few places that Lilly genuinely loved. I was going to miss her today.
The three of us walked in and I kissed Claire on the cheek and then introduced her to Marcelo. I even introduced her to the kid who brought the two cases of wine on a hand truck. Clair's was a BYOB and I wanted everyone in her restaurant to celebrate with us. I brought a case of Argentinian Malbec from Salta, the Flores hometown, and a case of Chardonnay from Goiânia, Brazil. Goiânia was where the Sosa's were living and were born.
I said thank you to the boy with the hand truck and Clair showed us to her favorite table.
She took my hand and whispered to me, "This is the first time I have seen you with a man. Is he someone special?" I smiled and raised my perfect eyebrows. "Very good,"
Soon, Angie and Trevor were walking in, Rachael and Jim were behind them. I introduced everyone and we sat down, opening a bunch of the wine bottles.
"Giselle, I have these for you." Clair handed me a large orange envelope with my name on it. I opened it and looked inside. I decided to just dump everything onto the table. Everyone watched.
"What is this?" I held up one of the pieces of paper.
"Why that is your messages, you have been getting calls all week. Someone named Jim had been calling every couple of hours." I looked towards Jim and Rachael and we laughed.
Rachael grabbed my wrist, "I better check on my old childhood home in Newark."
I laughed, "You better, I'm sure there are ten times as many as these."
***
We all said goodbye, Rachael and Tom were going to go out to a movie, and it made me very happy. I couldn't wait to see everyone again. The only one who was missing was Lilly. We walked back to my townhouse and I called her. I asked if she would come over tomorrow night. I hung up, a huge smile creeping across my face.
Marcelo was holding my hand, we were standing in front of the townhouse, "You look very happy."
"I am, I think my life just clicked. I heard it, it went right into the slot. I have been trying to force it in for years. I hang up with Lilly and bam, right in. Thank you." I kissed him. He was one of the extra pieces I needed. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I was in red and he seemed okay with it.
***
Today surprisingly enough was Lilly and my anniversary. My mother introduced us exactly a year ago. I had been buying her presents for the last couple of months, but I took back nearly everything and bought her new ones today at the Mall. Funny, but I didn't even glance over at those far-away parking lots.
I don't know why but when I got back I was in this crazy mood, I was dancing in my kitchen, drinking Brazilian coffee. I decided to call the sisters. We had to do a conference call they were working.
"Hi, I miss you two, send me a picture so I can see what you are wearing." Each of them did. I then took a picture of myself. I was in white, no flowers, no colors. I bought this today at a store I have never been into before. I went shopping on my own. The salesgirl let me wear it out the door. It was long, white, and sleeveless, it was quite transparent from my knees down. It had a little ruffle covering my breasts and a little bit of my upper arm. I had bought three-inch white sandals and Angie had her girls paint my nails white with little red dots. They even blew out my hair, it flowed so nice around my face and shoulders. They even pierced my ears again, I had big gold hoops and little gold dots, they looked very sexy hiding behind my hair. I had on soft copper eyeshadow and lipstick. Angie gave me a tube to put in my little white bag.
When I showed the sisters my outfit they told me I looked so different.
"I feel different, would you believe I have a boyfriend?" I told them and then sent them more pictures.
"You look so nice together. You are getting more beautiful every day." Juliana told me.
"One day I will be almost as beautiful as you two, haha."
"As beautiful as your half-sisters?" Márcia said. "You know what we realized talking to Mamãe, if you are theoretically Claude and Mamãe's daughter that makes you our half-sister."
"Does it?"
"Of course," Juliana laughed. "So from now on, we want you to call us 'my sisters' not 'the sisters' okay Giselle?"
"Really? Okay, thank you."
"We miss you, call us later with Lilly, let's see what she thinks of her presents, Haha, bye meu amor."
I had to stop and take a breath, I loved them so much, they made me feel wonderful. I felt like talking to them was a dream.
I called Angie and bothered her at the shop, I was a little overexcited, I was crying. I told her what 'my sisters' told me. She told me she was now crying and she would call me back. I couldn't wait to tell Lilly. I think this is what it's like to be happy.
***
"This is rum and coke?"
"Mm mm."
"That's it?"
"Well, there is lime in it too."
"Do you feel okay, let me touch your forehead?"
Lilly was making fun of me because I went so basic with drinks tonight. "Okay, then cheers. Is it really a year?"
"It is, it's also the last time you ate over at my mother's house. Let's not talk about that, I want to tell you what my sisters said." And I told her, and we hugged, and she checked my temperature anyway.
"Okay let's open presents."
"Presents?" She looked at me a little weirdly.
"Yes, here you go." I handed her a pile of wrapped gifts. She opened them all and said she loved everything. I even gave her, her own coloring book and 64 pack of crayons. The last thing she opened was a dress, a white one, exactly like the one I was wearing.
She looked at me. "You know I don't wear dresses like this, I always look fat."
"Lilly, it's time you became a woman, it's time you start dressing like me." I giggled. Lilly was perfect she didn't need to become anything else but Lilly.
"Ha," She laughed and shook her head. So she put it on, she went into the bedroom and came out looking beautiful. Even her tennis shoes looked perfect with it. "Wait, is there something different in that room?" She got up to investigate. "What the fuck, how did I miss that. It's beautiful. There's curtains, mirrors, a dresser too?"
She came out with her mouth open.
"I was thinking if you want, you could move in, the place is big enough for the both of us. Your Aunt is so much better now, she'll be fine on her own."
Lilly was pretty quiet, her mouth was still open. She ran home and packed a couple of bags, when she came back we had another rum and coke, and ate some things out of a box. The table was a mess.
"When are we going to start fighting over the parking spot in front?"
"What parking spot?" I asked looking out the window.
"Giselle, what are you talking about, everyone in the complex gets a spot, that one that I'm in now has your house number on it. That's how I know your home."
"I looked at her. "Really? I usually park on Angie's block, I hardly ever get this spot."
"You got to be kiddin' me. All this time I thought you had company? Or I just figured you weren't home."
"I was always home."
"I thought you were popular, haha, well if anyone else from this complex parks there I'm leavin' a note. A big one. I used to drive by waiting for your car to appear. You know that changes everything."
"THAT changes everything?"
***
Sometime in December
I love Saturdays
Both Angie and I were wearing long flowered dresses, I loved when we dressed alike. Mine was white and backless. My breasts looked incredibly large hidden by the fabric upfront, and my hair was so long and wavy. It almost reached my waist. Angie wore blue, her favorite color, it of course matched her phone case. Both of us had nice slits up to our thighs, showing off our legs in silky pantyhose. The men were disappointed we were at a table, our legs were hidden under it, unseen by their eyes. Marcelo had his hands on my thighs, he was whispering in my ear. We had been together now for six months, it was making me feel all warm inside as he slid his hand up and down my leg getting closer to my tiny white panties. I noticed Trevor was doing the same thing to Angie's. We had the best boyfriends.
I saw Mr. Flores watching me, Benjamin. He held up his glass. "Giselle, how do you like your Caipirinha?"
I smiled, "Oh it's wonderful. I have had one before, but this one is definitely my favorite."
He returned my smile. "You have tried everything. I guess I can't introduce you to anything new. I will keep on trying." We clinked glasses. He and his wife just loved me, I could feel it. I loved them as well, and I especially loved their children. I think I went to visit them mainly to see the kids. I loved hanging out inside their rooms, I was the family's babysitter, I usually fell asleep on one of their bedroom floors. They knew that I would do anything for them, or their children, or even their neighbors, though they really didn't ask much of me. Marcelo was so nice to me too, I never expected to be with a man like him, he treated me like the princess I thought I was. He treated me like one of the princesses on our bedroom walls, mine, Angie's, Rachael's, Lilly's, and the children's. Every time I go to visit the kids they make replicas of my outfit, they make me very happy, I have taught them well.
The restaurant was dark and romantic, there was a piano player somewhere nearby. I could hear but not see. We were six, at a table for eight. The rest of the party was making its way over to us. The men let go of our thighs and we all stood up.
"Sorry, we're late." She said.
They weren't late, WE were early. I was excited about going out with everyone, I pushed them out the door when we were at the Flores home. We had a celebration. Lilly was also wearing a long dress, she now wore one all the time.
She was with another of the Flores' friends, Urbain, another Argentinian export. They looked great together, I had to ask later about how long they'd been dating. A conversation for another day. I would have to catch up, she had been sleeping over at his house lately, our townhouse was so quiet without her.
"Okay everyone while you're up, lift your glass." Benjamin, held his up high and we followed. "Lilly, congratulations... To the Employee of the Year. May you have an even better one next year." Everyone laughed. There was no way next year would be better than this.
"I'm going to guess," Lilly looked at me, "That this was just Giselle's excuse to get everyone to go out together. I'm not falling for Employee of the Year."
Benjamin laughed, "Ha, ha you are probably right, but there is a plaque. We didn't skimp." his wife handed it to her and Lilly read.
She shook her head then glanced at all of us at the table. "Okay, thank you, everybody. It seems legit to me, haha, let's drink. Cheers." The glasses went up and we drank. "Mmm, very good," She smiled and finished her entire glass. "This Caipirinha is almost as good as the one's Giselle makes."
"Ha," Benjamin and his wife watched us as we laughed. He looked over at me again. "What can't you make?"
"Well, I still can't make a proper Paloma."
"Well thank god for that," Angie laughed, "We all need something to suck." I could tell the Flores had no idea, but they were having too good of a time to ask.
Lilly asked, "Angie, where are you two going on your honeymoon?"
"We are going to New Orleans. Trevor wants to eat and I want to drink." Angie laughed and Trevor agreed. It was only a couple of weeks until the wedding, I was very excited, I would be wearing another long dress with a high slit.
We were still standing and everyone was talking, you would have thought we haven't seen each other in years, but we were always together.
Benjamin clinked his glass with mine, "Giselle, you are perfect for my son, I am so glad Bruno found you for him. I am so glad Lilly found you for all of us." I was so glad too, I was happy here with my friends, drinking Caipirinha's, drinking anything. Just being out, I held Angie's hand, she had a beautiful engagement ring.
We all finally sat. Dinner was wonderful, we laughed and told stories from our lives. Urbain wanted to know where I was from, he said he loved my accent. I told him Edison, right around the corner from Goiânia, Brazil. He was a little surprised. Just a little.
Marcelo stood up, "I want to make another toast, to everyone at this table. It is so nice that we are all together, and we are all celebrating an award," He lifted his glass to Lilly, "And now we are all going away together. Brazil is going to be incredible this time of year. We are having a wedding and meeting even more friends." He looked at me and smiled. We all stood up again, we all clinked glasses.
I remember, last month I was on Alma's floor in her bedroom, we were coloring. Marcelo and Bruno were at her computer playing a game. Benjamin and his wife walked in on us, "Children, dinner is ready." I smiled, they always treated me like I was one of their kids.
I looked up at them, crayon in my hand, and asked them to sit on the floor with us.
"I've been having this dream," I told them. "That I am in this huge field of Laelias. I am in Brazil surrounded by those lovely pink flowers, and all of you are there with me. Plus Lilly and Angie and Trevor, and I can feel that I don't want to leave, the flowers smell so wonderful. Then my sisters Juliana and Márcia show up, they tell me dinner is ready, Mamãe Sosa is waiting for us, she has been waiting a long time for all of us. They say we have to go now, there is a surprise." I then shrug my shoulders.
"And what's the surprise," Delfina asks.
"I don't know. I always wake up before I can leave the Laelias." I giggled.
Marcelo walked over to me and knelt. "Maybe there is no surprise, maybe they bring dinner to all of us and we eat in the field."
"I would love that, I wish I could stay asleep and find out what happens." I closed my eyes imagining I was still there, with everyone.
The Sosa family owned a Bed and Breakfast. It had thirteen rooms but I didn't tell Benjamin that. I didn't want him to get too anxious. We were taking over four of them, the best four rooms with views, all in a row.
We were going to have Angie and Trevor's wedding, and then Marcelo and I were going to stay a little longer than the others. He was going to play in their lounge. He was bringing his guitar, keyboard, and accordion, they were going to love him in Brazil. Juliana wanted me to update all the computers at the B and B, I could actually do that here in New Jersey but this was a great excuse, I wouldn't even tell her. And then Mamãe and Márcia were going to let me bartend. They had a nice big wrap-around bar on the bottom floor. They told me I could make lots of friends, like I needed more, and I could make all kinds of crazy drinks. The thing was I could only come up with something out of necessity, whatever was hanging around. I might have to check online instead.
Back at the restaurant, we were still standing at the table. Marcelo was giving everyone the itinerary when the waiters brought us over dessert, we stayed for so long. It was Saturday my favorite night, this was now my favorite restaurant. It would always bring back all these great memories.
"Can we have eight more Caipirinha's please?"
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It was the day before our flight to Brazil, and Marcelo wrote me a song...
'You know we should be ridin' along some highway
With the top down just contemplatin' crimes
What am I tryin' to do
What am tryin' to prove
It's just Life Seems to Suck Some....... Times.......'
Marcelo lightly touched my hair, I looked up at him. "You know, I now understand what the moral of your motto is."
"Mmm"
"It's that life SEEMS to suck, it doesn't actually suck."
"Mmm." I shook my head gingerly, I was busy actually sucking, 'cause life seems to suck sometimes.
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The End
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Author's Note: Hmmm... I think this is it. (I think.) This is the story I have been saving for the end, of, well, you know, the end... Don't cry, ha, save it for another story, save your tears for when you really need it, when you want to make a statement, when you want to show the world you are ready for release... and all that... I really do hope YOU liked it.
I know I have a habit of sounding sarcastic and facetious, but I really mean everything I say, everything I have ever said... Thank you, I love you all... Sabrina...
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