"Hey, Ida, you've never told us about your car," I reminded her.
"Oh yes," she giggled. "Let me tell you about that.
Traci is comin' up here in a couple of weeks, she's a handy-woman of sorts that knows how to change a transmission--it had somehow slipped--and she can do that, she's fixed cars for people over the years.
As a matter of fact, she can take apart a car and put it back together in no time flat.
When I have to come into town I usually catch the bus or sometimes call a cab. But cabs are so expensive anymore.
I know, Unc, that you'll really like her, she's a very special person. But let me tell you a story about her.
Well...I hope that this doesn't offend you two or anything, but Traci used to be a man. When she was younger, she had realized her 'feminine' side, and liked boys more than girls.
She's had a kind of hard life, her family was very homophobic and couldn't understand why their son was into boys more than girls; she's shown me pictures of herself before and after, and I'll admit that Traci was a nice-lookin' guy...I think that his name was Ted before he (she) legally changed it to Traci Anne.
She eventually dropped the 'Anne' and just goes by Traci now.
She fought those feelings as a teenager--but decided, the heck with it, it was her life, and she was goin' to do what she wanted. You only come around once and you ought to have as much fun as you can...as long as it's legal.
"You can say that again," I said.
Ida went on, "At the moment she's plannin' on gettin' a sex change...she's already been takin' female hormones and silicone shots to where her boobs have increased in size, they're not as big as mine but they're a decent size, she didn't want great big boobs.
At any rate when she told her family that she was unhappy as a man, she preferred to be a woman and was intendin' on havin' a sex change, they took it very hard...and turned their backs on her.
Traci always has been a very sensitive person anyway, I could tell that when I'd first met her and she moved out...and away from the small town in southern Missouri where she was livin'.
As a matter of fact, she was scorned not only by her family, but by virtually everybody in that town, she moved to the Joplin area where she was eventually got a job workin' for an insurance company down there.
The company she worked for grew to the point where they built branch offices across the state line into Arkansas; she chose that one because she no longer wanted to live in Missouri.
She lived as a woman, in fact, for quite some time she did pretty good...until, one fateful day, she was discovered in the women's bathroom by one trouble-makin' person that she called 'Loudmouth Sue', this person spread the word that "a freak was workin' in their midst."
Word spread all over the company that Traci was really a man, and she was subject to ridicule; however, her bosses and several co-workers she had were sympathetic to her plight, as you know, companies are supposed to hire people regardless of their sexual gender, what Traci has done in the privacy of her own home wasn't nobody's fuckin' business but her own.
Needless to say, 'Loudmouth Sue' was reprimanded and eventually fired, Traci, on the other hand, was promoted to Sue's job, she now is a supervisor herself to where she would've been over Sue had Sue stayed."
"That's excellent news!" I exclaimed. "And no, it doesn't offend me in any way."
"Me neither," Jan added. "By the way, at my old location at college, we had several transgendered people--both male and female--that I, among several others, were very friendly with. They have rights too, just like the rest of us."
"You're damn right they have," I commented.
"I knew somebody in college that was very homophobic, I had a teacher, an older, lantern-jawed woman named Gwendolyn that talked about gays, lesbians and trangendered people somethin' awful.
When I'd last heard of her, she was a staunch follower of that stupid minister that goes around picketin'...what's his name, Unc?" Jan asked.
"You mean good ol' Fred?" I answered. "Nobody likes that damn fool."
"That's the nut," Jan said. She went on, "The ironic thing about Gwendolyn is that we'd heard rumors that she'd seduced her own daughter long ago, and the daughter is a full-fledged lesbian today!"
"What a hypocrite that Gwendolyn is," Ida added. "I've known Fred and his followers to come here to our city picketin' and carryin' on, I've been tempted to yell out of my car window at the bastard! I don't care for people that 'preach' hate the way he does!"
"You can say that again!" I seconded.
Whatever TV program was on was forgotten as we chatted.
Ida went on to say, "Traci, as a kid, used to have a cousin (that she's still close to right to this day) that played with her. It's kind of like the story you told us about Mark and yourself, Unc."
"Yeah, I was 14 and Mark would've been 11 that year. We used to kiss, be rubbin' our dicks together (Mark called it 'doin' The Pussy') and we got so turned on to each other that he was wantin' me to 'stick my weenie in'.
Mark had a soft, firm, girlish butt for a young kid. I tried to stick it in and he said it felt slimy. All I was able to do is put the head of it in.
However, he tried to do the same to me, and it hurt too damn much. Of course, we didn't know about Vaseline and baby lotion and all of that in those days, but I'd wondered how it would've been. Sometimes, I still think back to those days," I said wistfully.
"You should relax your sphincter muscles," Jan informed me. "When I'd let a boyfriend long ago do that, it hurt me too...until he'd told me about relaxin' those muscles, and now, I can get off on it. Greg--that was my boyfriend--wasn't anywhere near as long as you, Unc, but he introduced me to ass-fuckin', and I need that just as much as my pussy does."
Ida piped up, "Traci would really like your butt, Unc. She loves Black guys more than anything. But gettin' back to the story about her and her cousin, Reuben...they used to go down on each other, and it was Reuben (he called him 'Rube'), that taught him about anal sex.
Rube was a plump kid that didn't seem to have any girlfriends; however, for a plump kid, he certainly had a long dick (Traci told me it must have been 8 inches), and they used to do the same thing you and Mark did, only Rube called it "Rubbin' The Bologna"...Traci told me that they both had their first orgasms from that. They both were the same age--13--when that happened.
Afterwards...they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, like Jan and I can't...and yes, Traci said it hurt her at first tryin' to do the anal thing, but Rube was able to find a bottle of baby lotion in the bathroom cabinet, he applied it to his dick and Traci's bottom, and Rube suggested that Traci relax her butt muscles.
This time, Traci didn't feel anything but pleasure as Rube slid in, in fact, Traci enjoyed it so much that she made Rube get off in her ass at least twice more that day. It just made Traci all the more hornier...and she did the same to Rube, after those episodes they were booty-fuckin' each other at least twice a day."
