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A Gift In Disguise Ch 15

A Gift In Disguise Ch 15

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It was still dark when I awakened on Sunday morning. I knew it was morning only because the digital clock by my bed read 5:00 AM.

Even though I was in my own bed in my own apartment, something seemed strange, wrong, out of place, out of focus.

Oh. I was still dressed. How did that happen?

Finally, my confused 'Why am I awake this early, lying in bed, and still dressed?' memory began to clear up.

I had returned physically exhausted from Lorraine's home office late Saturday afternoon. Or maybe it had been early Saturday evening. In this early morning darkness, I was beginning to realize that I had stupidly driven back to my apartment on mental autopilot, driving while drowsy. Very dangerous. Fortunately I had arrived safely.

What had been intended to be an afternoon of sexual relaxation between Lorraine and me had unexpectedly begun with me arriving at her house sopping wet from the rain.

She had graciously offered to dry my clothes. She realized the only other robe she had to offer me as a temporary cover-up was one of her fuck-me, semitransparent robes. On me, that robe concealed absolutely nothing and was so short it should have been accompanied by a g-string. She said it made me look incredibly sexy. To make matters worse, that's exactly how wearing it had made me feel. Hmmmm.

That led us into an ultratitilating conversation about Lorraine's theory of initial sexual duality.

Her theory is that during the first eight weeks after conception when a baby's brain begins to form, the baby's foundational sexual sensations are established. She believes that regardless of the baby's gender as determined by its chromosomes, every baby the innate capability to have and experience both male and female sexual sensations and behaviors.

Lorraine believes those behaviors are not cast aside but remain forever archived in our brains as they grow and develop. Our developing brain determines which bank of sexual behaviors it needs to draw from for us to develop as infants, then toddlers, then pubescent teens, and finally as adults.

She believes our genes and chromosomes guide our anatomical development which mostly but by no means consistently shape our bodies as male or female. However, our this-feels-really-good sexual behaviors sometimes run counter to the way our bodies are shaped genetically and our behaviors molded culturally.

That, she theorizes, may be due to our male sexuality traits being developed and stored in one area of the brain while the female sexuality traits being stored and developed in another. A variety of factors, influenced heavily by gender and culture, allow or maybe even facilitate some degree of communication between the two areas and result in most of us exhibiting greater and lesser degrees of male and female sexuality traits and behaviors.

Lorraine had concluded that my sexual 'gift' developed from my brain's atypically allowing the male and female trait portions of my brain to exchange sexual signals easily and automatically without any gender conflict being created. The result was that as a biological male, my brain could route, receive, and process the sexual signals a woman was sending just as if I was a woman but also as what I was anatomically born, a man. She referred to me as an unwitting sexual codebreaker.

That ability enabled me to engage in sex with a woman but automatically adjust my male responses, peaks and valleys, to reinforce and coincide with or even to offset hers. I could also prolong my male orgasm to coincide with the entirety of a woman's multiple orgasms occurring in rapid sequence.

Lorraine also believes that it enabled me to interact remarkably comfortably and naturally with trans women, cross-dressing men, and possibly gay men.

To arrive at these conclusions about me, Lorraine had relied on her extensive penile plethysmograph results and her detailed analysis of my near-sexual interaction with Stephanie when I was an undergrad. My freely acknowledged sexual attraction to newhalf photographer Misako Sato further reinforced her theory..

Lorraine had suggested that when Emily and I had viewed the rehearsal video of two of Emily's trans women models, Kerri and Karla, my unashamedly becoming aroused watching them have sex together was likely a manifestation (a healthy one from Lorraine's point of view) of my brain's sexual duality.

Our conversation of her theory having aroused both of us to a heightened level, we then looked first at the photo book Misako Sato had prepared for me. Unlike Bethany and Robyn who had already viewed the photos, Lorraine had not obviously become especially aroused by the photos.

From there Lorraine and I proceeded to look at the remarkably detailed and flattering drawings my artist friend Geri O'Rourke had done when she had looked at Misako's photos of me a few days earlier. Geri's drawings represented her mind's image of my 'sexual aura,' the term Major Robyn Broadsword had given my feminine side she had clearly seen when she viewed the photos.

The most shocking of Geri's drawings, though, was the last one. It showed the masculine me seated fully clothed across from her in a straight-back chair. It was detailed and flattering, more like a monochrome photo than a drawing.

But I wasn't the only figure in Geri's last drawing. Standing next to the seated masculine me with her left hand on my right shoulder was the feminine me. The feminine me was completely nude but with a penis. Geri had drawn her - well, me - as a beautiful woman but with a penis. Geri's explanation was that the completed feminine me was the various assembled features, my 'sexual aura,' she had seen in various stages in the photos Misako had taken of the masculine me. Geri had seen everything she included in her drawing.

Upon seeing Geri's drawing of the masculine me clothed and the feminine me nude, Lorraine had become more convinced that her own theory about our sexual brain development could be correct. She further had concluded that in my case (and likely with other people as well), our 'sexual aura' had physical properties that could be so strong as to make it briefly visible to certain people. It was the extreme potency and temporary unexpected visibility of one's 'sexual aura,' she theorized, that caused some people to be overcome to the point of immediate masturbation and sometimes spontaneous orgasm.

Lorraine had invited me over that Saturday afternoon to enjoy sex together. Her pubic hair had fully regrown after being depilated so she could attach and test the prosthetic phallus, but a reaction to the chemical regrowth formula had forced her to temporarily abstain from any form of sex. On Friday afternoon her OB-GYN Amanda had cleared her for sex, so Lorraine's sex motor was revved and ready when I arrived.

The combination of my unexpectedly wearing her filmy lingerie, our conversation, Misako's photos, and finally Geri's drawing showing the feminine me had turned Lorraine into an EF5 sexual tornado. I'd had the good fortune to be with her when the tornado touched down. In the ensuing whirlwind of sex, I had experienced sensations I'd never felt before, sensations which may very well have originated in the feminine portion of my sexual brain.

To the extent I remember the drive home from Lorraine's, I was physically and mentally exhausted. It was as if both my male being and feminine aura had drawn on my physical body's energy reserves for the sex I'd experienced with Lorraine.

That explains why when I arrived home from Lorraine's on Saturday, I had stumbled into my apartment, simply kicked off my shoes, and fallen still fully clothed on top of my bed. I vaguely remember fumbling with a blanket sometime during the night.

Now, Sunday morning, the clothes I had been wearing since the day before and had slept in were a mess.

I stripped myself and the bed, then carried the bundle of clothes and bed linens into my apartment's private laundry room just off the kitchen. I started the load of laundry, then walked nude into the bathroom for a nice, long, relaxing shower.

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I felt like a new man. Surprisingly, there were no remnants of the Saturday haze. Instead, I felt remarkably clear-headed. After dressing and having a light breakfast, I settled in to study. It was 7 a.m.

My stomach started rumbling. I looked at the clock. Really? 12:30 p.m.? I had been studying for over five hours straight? And yet at the same time, my mind was telling me that it had been a remarkably productive study time. With only the coming week between me and the meeting with my Master's committee to defend my thesis, for the first time I really began to feel confident.

Trying to help me prepare emotionally for my thesis defense, Kim had assured me this is probably what would happen. She had said that I would feel hopelessly inadequately prepared leading up to this week. I would feel as if I had landed on an inescapably high plateau engulfed in a fog. Then, for no apparent reason, the fog would lift and I would see that rather than being on an isolated plateau, I would be one easy climb away from the summit of the mountain. That's exactly how I felt right know on that Sunday afternoon.

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I called Lorraine to thank her profusely for the wonderful time I'd had with her on Saturday afternoon. Though she had mildly chastised me after hearing about my less-than-alert drive home, she appreciated the praise I heaped on her for her sexual contribution to it. We both expressed our fervent desire for repeat performances. Lorraine quite graphically described various sexual experiments she would like to conduct with the feminine me she had seen while she was wearing the prosthetic phallus.

I also asked her for her permission to share our conversation about Geri's drawings with Geri.

Lorraine was more than happy to grant that permission. In fact, she asked if I would convey to Geri her interest in meeting with Geri sometime to discuss her remarkably insightful drawing skills.

After concluding my conversation with Lorraine, I called Geri.

Instead of going directly to voicemail, Geri picked up immediately.

"Hello, Tom. Happy Sunday!" she said cheerily.

That I didn't go to voicemail caught me off guard and caused me to pause.

"Tom? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm sorry about that, Geri. I was expecting to go to your voicemail."

"Ah. Well, I do use voicemail for screening, but I've put your name and number on my Favorites list, so whenever you call, they pop up on my screen and I know it's you calling.

So ... what's up?"

"Do you have a few minutes to talk?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Sunday afternoon is when I do my laundry. Once I get one of the coin-op machines in the apartment laundry room, I go into my serial laundry-killer mode and don't stop until it's done. If I stop, I may not get another machine for hours. You probably know how that goes - living in an apartment and all."

"Well, not exactly. I won't bore you with the details, but my apartment unit was one of several here plumbed for a full-sized washer and dryer when the units were built. I think they were planned for married students. Anyway, I got one of those. I bought a used washer and dryer, did some tune-ups on them, and now I don't have to make the weekly trek to the community laundry room."

"Wow! I envy you not having to wait in line to drop quarters in the machines.

But, you said you wanted to talk. About what?"

I explained to Geri that the preceding afternoon I had shown Mikki's photos and Geri's drawings of me to Lorraine. I thought it might help Geri in her father's discussions with The Club's owners about Misako's possible exhibition.

"Tom, that's so thoughtful of you. Thank you. But rather than do it on the phone, would you like to come over and discuss your observations here? If you don't mind the occasional interruption for my checking on the laundry, meeting here will help me stay on top of it."

"Sure, if that works best for you. Oh, and by the way, I've got a website for you to view to see Misako and some different samples of her art."

"Perfect! Give me about an hour to clean the place up a bit, okay? And if it's not too much trouble, would you mind bringing your photo book over with you? There was one photo that has stuck in my mind, and I'd like to look at it again."

"I'll be glad to bring the photo book. See you in an hour."

An hour later, I was knocking on Geri's apartment door.

"Just a second," the distant voice on the other side of the door responded to my knock. I heard that sound so familiar to all college students: The flurry of all-too-identifiable 'hide the mess' sounds when a guest arrives.

"Who is it?" Geri's voice through the door.

"Tom Connors."

The rhythmic release sounds of the slide chain, deadbolt, and latch bolt followed.

"Come on in, Tom," Geri said through her friendly, bright smile. "Sit anywhere there isn't a pile of something," she laughingly encouraged.

"I know the feeling," I responded. "Sunday's my usual laundry day, too."

"So. You talked with your psychologist yesterday, and ...?" she opened after we were seated.

"Well, just to be clear, she's not technically my psychologist any longer. She is a good friend, though."

I went on to briefly explain how I had been referred to Lorraine after medical doctors and two other psychologists couldn't come up with any good reasons for my situational impotence. After only a few meetings with Lorraine, she had compiled a remarkably detailed sexual profile of Tom Connors. With it she had completely resolved what she had explained was not really a problem of sexual dysfunction but instead was my 'gift.'

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I also explained that during my first visit, Lorraine had insisted that because her analytical methods were somewhat controversial among psychologists, I would have to agree that I would not reveal anything that occurred during our meetings. The confidentiality agreement would be ended when she and I agreed I no longer needed to be considered her client. I was so desperate that I readily agreed to her conditions.

After a relatively few meetings, Lorraine and I were both convinced that my situational impotence was merely my mind sending a signal that sex with that particular person at that particular time was not something that would bring pleasure to either of us. She also helped me develop social skills to adjust to the particular circumstances. It was then that we agreeably ended our confidentiality agreement.

So, I explained to Geri, Lorraine had given me complete permission to reveal the conversations about Misako's photos and Geri's drawings we'd had on Saturday. Of course, I didn't reveal anything about Lorraine's and my sexual activities, but I suspect Geri was perceptive enough to hear between the lines.

What did rock Geri back on her heels, figuratively speaking, was when I opened Misako's photo book to photo 17.

"This was the one you wanted to look at again today, right?" I asked.

Geri merely nodded while casting a 'How did you know?' look of suspicion my way.

"When Lorraine was looking at your drawing associated with that photograph, she said she physically felt you had a strong reaction to it."

Geri's eyes widened just a bit with my answer to her unspoken question.

"Wait. She felt my reaction? Just from looking at my drawing?" Geri hesitated.

"Did she say what she thought my reaction was?" she asked in a tone of voice suggesting she hoped my answer would be 'no.'

I made eye contact with Geri, then simply answered, "Yes, she did."

"Oh." Geri's voice was nearly a whisper now, and she looked down at the floor.

I knew then that Lorraine had been right. Geri had just confirmed Lorraine's observation that Geri had orgasmed while making her drawing of me from Misako's photo 17.

"Geri, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You already knew Mikki's photos evidently have that effect on some people. In fact, Lorraine was thrilled that she had been able to feel your orgasm while looking at your drawing. It reinforced her theory that it is quite likely the human brain in every person is capable of experiencing a wide range of both male and female sexual sensations. Their intensity and duration will vary among people, just as what might trigger one over the other will vary."

Geri looked back up at me.

"I thought that maybe some of the things Lorraine told me might help you better prepare to talk with your father about possibly engaging Misako for an exhibition of her photos at the Club.

Look, you weren't expecting the reaction you had. You were focused on completing your drawing, and yet whatever your mind saw quite literally pierced your intense artistic focus and concentration and drove you to have an involuntary and unexpected orgasm.

If it's any comfort to you, I didn't even see it when you were drawing. Lorraine felt it radiating from your drawing. That I couldn't see your reaction while I was looking right at you but Lorraine could actually feel it days later looking at your drawing seems to me to be a convincing testament to Mikki's artistic photography.

It seems to me that both you and Misako are extremely sensitive to some people's sexual energy. What is really remarkable to me is that it can be strong enough to be optically visible. It has physical properties that can be seen by others, maybe only momentarily, but still imprinted on their minds as seen with their eyes.

Misako is able to look at some people, then anticipate and photograph their sexual aura. Never having seen Mikki's photos of me before, you looked at them and saw fragments of what she sensed and photographed. Then somehow your brain collated those fragments and guided your hand to draw the masculine physical me and my feminine sexual aura in the final image.

When Lorraine looked at your drawing of the feminine me, she confirmed without any prompting from me that it was a detailed assembled image of the fragments she had seen when looking at Mikki's photo book. What you drew was identical to every detail she saw in the photos, too. The two of you saw both me and my sexual aura very clearly and recognizably. That's really amazing.

If you'll let me, I'll show your drawing of the feminine me to Mikki and see if she confirms its accuracy. If she does, it seems to me that would be a huge help to you in your discussion with your father about possibly exhibiting Mikki's photos at The Club."

As I had been giving my explanation to Geri, her face had been getting brighter and brighter as if she was way ahead of me. Now she had become visibly excited as well.

"When do you expect to see Misako again, Tom? I'm eager to hear her reaction."

"Well, I can email your drawing to her ..."

"Wouldn't it be better if she was looking at a full-size scan like I gave you?"

"Probably," I answered, "But I figured you'd like her response as soon as possible."

"If you don't mind, first thing tomorrow I'll overnight ship a full-sized scan, unfolded, to her. It'll be a scan of the drawing of both the masculine and feminine you. Daddy's business will pay for the shipping. Maybe this afternoon we could compose a note explaining my request to her? You could just ask her what she thinks of it. I'd rather you not suggest in the note what I hope her answer will be. Do you have Misako's address with you?"

I remembered the letter of authenticity in with the photo book. It had Misako's and Risa's business address and telephone number on it.

"Great! Now, when you called earlier you said something about Misako's photos being on a website I might look at?"

"Yes, it was the one Sharon Madison had me look at when she was trying to convince me to let Mikki photograph me swimming."

"Let me grab my laptop. We can look at it together."

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