They drove back to Tiffany's house in silence, each of them thinking of what the other might say. When they got to the house they went into the living room, sitting on chairs on the opposite side of the room.
Tina said "I think we need to talk. We need to have a good long talk. You know, clear the air."
Tiffany agreed, saying "What do you want to know?"
Tina said "I have so many questions; it's hard to know where to start. But I'll try." She paused and then asked "So what's your story?"
"Good question," Tiffany said, "it's a long story."
"I have time," Tina said. Tiffany took a breath and began.
"When I was a little boy, I knew I was different. I knew was a girl. My mother foolishly let me wear a dress once, and I refused to take it off. I didn't talk like the other boys, I didn't walk like the other boys, and I didn't act the other boys. When someone hit me, I would just cry instead of hit back. In fact, I cried all the time, contrary to the other boys, who got angry. My mother wouldn't let me wear girl clothes, but I found a way to be a girl anyway. I trained myself to talk very high and walk like a girl. This worked for grade school, but by middle school I began getting made fun of. I wore my hair long, painted my nails, and even put on makeup from time to time. I began getting gay comments every day. My mother, seeing that I was in agony, sought a solution. She took me to a special doctor and I ended up being put on hormone replacement therapy at age twelve. I was overjoyed, knowing that one day I would be a real girl.
"Of course, my therapy was illegal, as I was underage. But it worked spectacularly, though. I didn't go normal through male puberty. My penis did not shrink at all; rather, it single-handedly seemed to defy my female transition. It grew big and hairy, forcing me to tape it between my legs. The hormones softened my body and added fat to my butt and breasts. Combined with minor electrolysis, my process of becoming a girl was going very well. While I was transitioning, I was home-schooled. A year later, as a freshman in high school, I came back as Tiffany. I noticed new feelings brewing within me, attractions and crushes.
"Unlike most male-to-female transsexuals, I got crushes on both boys and girls. I was actually kind of cute back then, so I got a boyfriend pretty easily. His name was Jason, and was really handsome. He and I were together three years, until October of my junior year. Throughout those three years, I had become a true girl, and both appearance and mentality. I never let Jason get past second, for obvious reasons, but I did suck him a few times. We had a real connection, and eventually I fell in love with him. My breasts had trouble growing, though, never reaching above an A cup. I also had no problem getting hard and cumming, which was also irregular.
"Anyway, one day I got lazy and didn't bother to tape my penis down because it was the weekend and I thought I wasn't going to see Jason that day. So anyway, after I ate breakfast and did my homework, I went up to my room and took a nap. While I was napping, I had a sex dream about Jason. Well, parts of Jason anyway." Tiffany smiled deviously to herself, and continued. "I was sucking his dick, and he was really getting into it. He started fucking my face, forcing his cock down my throat. That was the dream, which I was thoroughly enjoying. I was sleeping on my stomach, and I must have started humping the bed. Anyway, I woke up to Jason kissing me on the back of the neck, saying 'Someone's horny.' I explained my dream to him and he flipped me over and lay on top of me, kissing me. While we were making out I realized that I had a huge boner and my skimpy panties and tight cotton skirt didn't exactly help. Before I could get him off me, he felt it. I tried to explain, but he just got really angry and ran out. I cried for weeks after that. My mom and I moved to a different county and I finished high school, never seeing him again.
"I went to college and eventually moved on with my life. I got C cup breast implants at 21 and hardly dated. I had sex, with both girls and guys. I never felt anything like I did with Jason. So I've been living alone for the past few years, mostly having one night stands."
Tiffany exhaled and looked at Tina, who asked, "Why didn't you get that surgery, you know, the one where they cut off your...your..."
"SRS," Tiffany answered, "the surgery, I mean. Sex Reassignment Surgery. Well, I like my dick." Tiffany giggled sweetly. "I feel like it's a part of my body. It's a part of me. I don't mind it, I like it."
Tina looked at Tiffany thoughtfully and said "So..." she bit her lip in embarrassment, "how big is it?"
Tiffany laughed, saying "How did I know you would ask that? Seven and half inches. There, how's that?!"
"That's great!" Tina exclaimed. She paused and asked, "What do think of me?"
Tiffany answered "I think you're hot! Probably one of the hottest girls I've ever met."
"Thank you, that's awesome. But I have something to tell you. I'm a lesbian" Tina said.
"Oh..." Tiffany said, dismayed.
Tina said anxiously, "No! No, I mean, that's good. I like girls, but I also like dicks. And you're a girl with a dick."
Tiffany smiled, standing up and saying "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yep" Tina answered, also getting up. They walked towards each other slowly, and kissed. It was tender and soft, long and sweet. The kiss ended, and they embraced, rubbing up against each other. Tina felt the bulge of Tiffany's crotch pressing against her stomach. She felt a new stage in her life coming on as she felt the hard dick of Tiffany against her.
That night, lying in Stacy's arms, the thoughtful darkness swirling around her, Tina couldn't help but to think of Tiffany. She thought of the feeling of Tiffany's soft breasts pressing against her own at the same time that Tiffany's erect penis dug into her. Tina hadn't been fucked by a real penis in three years. Ever since then, she had been satisfied with dildos, vibrators, and fingers. They could never replace the real thing. A plastic dildo was nothing compared to a throbbing, veiny, rock-hard dick. Tina had been secretly craving a cock for months now- kept under control by the ministrations of Stacy. Now that she knew Tiffany's secret, Tina could hardly contain her excitement. If all went well, she could be getting fucked by a cock this weekend. And the best part was that Tiffany wasn't a big, hairy man. She was a smooth, sexy, and blonde beauty who happened to have the equipment of a man. It was all so sexy, Tina couldn't help but to get extremely turned on. Stacy could fulfill her lesbian needs, and Tiffany could gratify her straight ones. It was a win-win. Tina fell asleep thinking of how good it will feel to have a dick in her again.
Derry had to gather her thoughts. She needed to calm down. She was getting too eccentric. She slipped off her nightie and panties, taking a cold shower. She felt her nipples harden instantly in response to the icy water, and quickly wet her hair, washing it. She had a feeling about today. Today was going to be the day. The one where her and Stacy's relationship would move to the next level. Something in the back of her mind told her that today was special. She shaved her armpits and legs and washed off, stepping out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and looked in the mirror as she dried off.
Today had to be the day. She needed it to be. She felt an overwhelming urge to be with someone, to have a meaningful bond. She wanted to wake up next to someone. She wanted someone to call when she was lonely, someone to be there for her. She thought these things as she put on a pair of her skimpiest thongs, a lacy red number. She painted her toes and fingernails bright red. She slipped into a tiny black cotton skirt and pulled on a form-fitting red blouse, no bra. She curled her hair slightly, and put on a generous amount of smoky eye shadow. Finally, she applied shiny red lipstick and looked at her finished work form in the mirror. She adjusted her boobs and put on a pair of silver, 3 inch heels that showed off her cute toes. She put on a long, heavy overcoat, picked up her purse, and was off to work, boobs bouncing and ass wiggling.
That day, while sitting in her office, Stacy was caught in a wondering stupor. Her sexy secretary had come to work in a trench coat, quite different from her normal attire. The thing that galled Stacy was that she hadn't taken it off yet. Derry sat, smooth legs crossed, behind her desk, idly smiling, a note of lust in her eyes. Her red lipstick looked very appealing to Stacy. Wet, luscious...inviting. Stacy wondered what exactly Derry had on under the coat, and had a feeling she would soon find out. Until then, the thought drove her crazy.
During her lunch break, Stacy was getting some water in the break room when she found out. Derry strutted in, hips swaying and braless breasts jiggling, staring right at Stacy. Derry sauntered over to the bathroom and disappeared from Stacy's view. Stacy was left in shock, her pussy hot, wet, and dripping. This girl wanted it. She had to, judging by the look Stacy had just received. Stacy slowly walked over to the bathroom door, pausing and taking a breath. She pushed the door open to find Derry fixing her makeup in the mirror. Stacy walked over to the luscious redhead, turned her around, and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss lasted for about ten seconds.
Derry pulled away, saying, "I thought you had a girlfriend." Stacy responded by jamming her mouth against Derry's in another wet kiss. They made out for a few more heated minutes.
Stacy, stopping, said, "Meet me at Club L tonight at nine. Wear something sexy." She left the bathroom, leaving Derry tasting her saliva in her mouth. Stacy thought about Derry all day. That evening, sitting down to dinner with Tina, talking, chatting, and eating, one thing was on Stacy's mind. It wasn't the spaghetti. At about eight, Stacy told Tina she needed to go in to the office to work on a project, bringing her clubbing clothes in her purse. She got in her car and drove.
Club L, the hottest lesbian scene in the city. Girls came from all over just to party there. Sleek and hypnotic, the night club had an air of primal urge to it. Stacy had taken Tina there many times. Good music, hot girls, and strong drinks characterized the club. Stacy was a bit nervous. Something about the thought of cheating on Tina ate at her conscience. Her desire pushed her conscience aside. She got to the club at eight thirty, observing the flashing pink neon sign that read simply: "L." Once inside, she sauntered over to the bathroom to change. She stripped her "work" clothes off inside the stall. She slipped into a skimpy silver dress, lowcut and baggy, about halfway to her knees. She had no bra on with a silver, sequined g-string. She exited the stall and did her makeup, applying a generous amount of lip gloss. Walking out of the bathroom, she headed for the bar to wait.
Sipping her martini, Stacy took in the club. Tons of girls on the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the beat. A few men were spread throughout the mob of sweaty girls. It was relatively dark, lit up by strobe lights and blue and purple sheet lights. Once in a while, a red spotlight would move throughout the crowd. A DJ was playing up on a stage near the dance floor. Heavy, rumbling bass blasted from the speakers. Girls talked in private booths, tables, and lounges on the sides. There was a balcony on the second floor overlooking the dance floor in front of the V.I.P. lounge. Here and there girls made out, openly groping each other in the heat of passion.
The dance floor was another thing. There, girls were literally on each other, humping and grinding their crotches into asses, or breasts into breasts. Some fondled each other; some kissed or licked, some just made out. Everyone was on the beat.
Stacy looked around and caught sight of Derry. She had just entered, and was craning her neck to find Stacy. Stacy almost choked on her drink. Derry looked...indescribable. She had done her hair so that it bounced with body and curls. Her eyes were perfection, haloed by smoky black mascara. Her lips shined in the light. She was dressed in a sparkly red two piece number. It glimmered like rubies, and left very little to the imagination. The top was a small tube top, only long enough to push up and cover her magnificent breasts. The bottom was a microscopic miniskirt that barely covered her ass, which hung out the bottom ever so slightly. She had completed the outfit with shiny red, 4 inch heels. Her toned stomach was completely bare and her legs had never looked better. Stacy waved at her and she glided over. "Oh my God! You look so good! This place is really cool!" Derry said, sitting next to Stacy at the bar. "You look amazing" Stacy answered, gesturing toward Derry's body.
"Thanks" Derry said, smiling and blushing.
"Come with me, we'll go get a booth" Stacy said, offering her hand.
"O.K." Derry said, taking Stacy's hand. They walked over to a booth and sat across from one another.
Stacy began, saying "Listen, before I say anything, ask me any questions you have- because, we're kind of at, like, a turning point, or something."
"O.K.," Derry said, "what happened to your girlfriend?"
"She...we...split up" Stacy said awkwardly.
"Oh...sorry" Derry said even more awkwardly.
"It's O.K. Besides, I'm kind of happy about it. Now we can be together" Stacy said, taking Derry's hands in hers.
"I wanted this for so long" Derry said, leaning in toward Stacy.
