"Is everything OK?" the woman asked in particular as she walked back into her living room, wondering what that bell sound from her computer was about. She smoothed down her jersey dress -- a UNLV Rebels Larry Johnson jersey, of course -- and pulled out her office chair to take a seat. When she was able to focus on the screen, she saw it was yet another urgent message about payouts for some set of machines.
"Yeah, yeah, Craig, whatever," she said to herself as she clicked OK on the on-screen alert. She called up the various terminals to see how they were humming along. Seeing that they were working well, she queued up the various backups and reports for the servers, then leaned back, taking a sip of the can of store- brand cola on her desk. She shivered a bit when her breast pushed the satiny fabric onto her arms, making her shiver a bit. She sat up, putting the soda down, and readjusted her dress, making sure her boobs sat down well inside them as well as making sure her scrotum as in place with her panties.
"Go freakin' figure. It's weird enough that I became hung like a stallion thanks to my crazy sister's hormones. Now I'm losing weight, and it looks like my boobs are getting bigger if anything," she said to herself.
She turned to the door when she heard a racket of knocking at the door, wondering who the heck it was. To her relief, it was her wacky next door transgendered neighbor Jesse, and she figured that since things were slow, she could hazard a visit.
"Who is it?"
"It's Jesse, Marilyn. Who else knocks on your door during the day?"
"Oh, yeah. Good point," Marilyn said as she turned her chair towards the door. "Come in. The door's unlocked."
"Thank you, darling!" Jesse said as she strutted her way in the room, her long legs leading in bright red heels sticking out of some daisy dukes. She plopped down on the couch, making a show of crossing her legs.
"You're off the clock, Jess," Marilyn said as she looked back at her friend. "You don't have to be so leggy there."
"Well, the only show I'm looking for is one between your legs, sugar!"
"Ever since you walked on me..."
"...peeing like a butch when you could be a pretty girl on the stage with me?" Jesse said as she leaned forward. "Hey, maybe you could give a gift to your fellow transgendered sister. Or is your sis still on ya?"
"You, just chill, OK?" Marilyn said as she shivered a bit at that last remark. "I-I mean, Shari is nuts, but I think I can handle her."
"Hey, when does Mai get home? I got a proposition for ya that's a bit adult."
"Another curious chick?"
"Yep."
"I got a few minutes," Marilyn said as she made the last few keystrokes emphatically before turning around in her chair. "What freak show curious straight chick have you steered my way?"
"Like you mind," Jesse said as she sat up on the couch. "Remember that last one?"
Marilyn leaned back a bit and shook her head, looking up into nothing. "And to think I was this close to introducing Mai to her..."
"Earth to Marilyn!" Jesse said to Marilyn. "You do miss your late wife, ya nut. Anyway, lemme tell you about this one. She's cute, a pale little redhead and thinking Black people are the sexiest thing in the world. What do you say?"
"Gee I dunno," Marilyn said to Jesse. "I mean, it has been a while since the last one ran off, and my sister has bugged off for one. I mean, I wish she'd get past that high school stuff, but damn..." she trailed off. "Anyway, did you pass my phone number to this one?"
"With email as well. Check your phone. I think you might have a pleasant surprise from this one."
Marilyn picked up her phone and noticed she had received a photo message from someone. When she opened it up, she noticed a smiling redhead holding up her cell phone camera up to a mirror, her lips curled into a grin as her cleavage fell out of her tank top. Below the picture, it said "call me. Can't wait to see if Jesse's right!" Seeing that message, Marilyn's grin matched the one in the picture, getting her to nod her head.
"You always amaze me Jess," Marilyn said. "I mean, I don't know how you find these women? I mean, I can't exactly go into a bar and meet women like this, ya know? Even among the lesbian set, there's a difference between a strap-on and the, um, genuine article."
"Come on, hun. You'd be surprised how often women flirt with me. Besides, since I can't get you in a little black dress with heels and that anaconda tenting for me, I figure that I'd get my kicks wishing I was one of those lucky women."
"Thanks," Marilyn replied.
"I mean with all that body you got there, why the heck do you dress like a boy so much? I would kill my mother for a body like that," Jesse said as the screech of the school bus breaks filled the room.
"Here comes Mai now," Marilyn said as she saw the school bus door open and her daughter come bounding out. Her bookbag and long, straight hair were bouncing behind her as she ran to the door, opened it and pounced into her mother's arms. Marilyn gave her daughter a hug and a peck on the cheek before letting Mai out of her arms.
"How was your day at school, Mai?"
"It was fine. I don't have much homework today, so can I watch Disney Channel first?"
"Sure, daughter of mine," Marilyn replied. "Have you said hi to Aunt Jesse?"
"Hi Aunt Jesse!" Mai said as she bounced over into her arms. "How's everything with you?"
"Fine, kiddo! Hey, you're looking cute! When's momma gonna get you some lip gloss?" Jesse said.
Marilyn glared at Jesse for a moment after that remark. "I'm not getting her lip gloss this young. She's a eight year old for crying out loud. So Mai?"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Do you want to go over Aunt Jesse's tonight? Mommy needs some alone time tonight, and you have fun with Aunt Jesse, right?"
"Aunt Jesse? Are you gonna get make me cupcakes like last time?"
"Sure kid!" Jesse said with a smile. "But in order to come over, you gotta have all your homework done, because once you're at my place, it's fun time!"
"Alright!" Mai said as she bounced out of the living room towards her bedroom.
"She's gonna be a pretty woman when she grows up," Marilyn said wistfully as she bounded away. "My height, her mama's build, and apparently the best of our features. Kat would have been proud."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," chuckled Jesse. "I mean, I thought you came out here to start over from her."
"True," Marilyn said as she eyed her phone, checking out the photo message she received. "Anyway, let me give this chick a call."
"Spending time with the youth and helping a single mother get laid? I think I've done my good deeds for the day. Mind if I come over tomorrow with a bottle of wine to chill out and dish a bit?" Jesse said as she got to her feet.
"Sure, why not? I love hear about America's esteemed closet communities."
"Like you're Miss Liberated yourself, with your sis. I remember the stories you told me."
"Alright, alright. Tomorrow night then, after Mai gets to bed?"
"Sure," Jesse said as she looked over her shoulder walking out the door. "See ya then!"
As soon as Jesse was out of earshot, she gave her new admirer a ring. "Hello? Is this my admirer?"
"Hey, are you the hung pretty black stud Jesse told me about?"
Marilyn fell out onto the couch chuckling to herself, wondering what tales her friend had told this latest woman. "I guess so. A woman has her friend walk in on her while peeing and Lord knows what happens next. But yes, I am transgendered and well-endowed. So how did you meet up with Jesse?"