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Authors note: There is very little sex in this chapter
Johnathans POV
“Instant transformation? Bullshit!” I couldn’t believe my ears. What the hell is Casey trying to get me to believe? I have never heard of such a thing.
She was crying. It really hurt to see her cry. Casey is no actor. Just 2 days ago we tried roll playing cops and robbers.
“Ma’am, I am going to have to put you under arrest,” I announced with a straight face.
“Yes officer,” she replied, with a barely suppressed grin.
“Do you think that this a laughing matter young lady?” I replied keeping in character.
“No sir,” desperately struggling to keep up the charade. “Are you going to strip search me?”
I pulled out a cheap pair of dollar store handcuffs I had purchased earlier that day. “First, for my safety and for yours, I must handcuff you.”
At that point Casey just lost all control and started howling with laughter, “Hahahahahaha! Who is in danger here! Hahahahahaha!”
True we were just having fun. But it was very clear that she had absolutely no acting talent whatsoever.
Now whatever she was trying to say, as unbelievable as it was, for some reason I believed her. She was crying buckets and the look on her face was pure agony. Even the best Hollywood actors can’t cry that volume under the best of circumstances.
“You lied to me? If this is true. Its not. But if it is, the fact is you lied to me and I can never trust you again.”
How could she do this to me? Trust is so extremely important to me. Casey and I were very new into our relationship and I wanted to be able to trust her from day one. Before this, she gave me no reason not to trust her. When I asked about family and friends she was evasive. I didn’t take it as a lie. I just took it as not yet ready to tell me about something in the past that may have been very painfull. So I let it go.
Now I realized that she had been lying to me. FUCK! Once a liar always a liar.
“I am so very sorry Johnathan!” she spoke in between chest heaving sobs. “I swear to you I will never lie to you again!”
I stood up. I am done with this. Done with this woman. “To hell with you!” I yelled at her with more anger than I have ever felt in my life. “I am no faggot! And it’s too damm bad because I was falling in love with you too!” She curled up in a tight ball cringing in terror and shame.
Then leaning in close, my face just inches from hers, “FUCK YOU!”
Other guys may have hit a woman given that same scenario but that is not who I am. Instead, I expressed my rage by smashing my beer bottle on the ground as I turned to leave.
Kevin and Miranda were keeping a close watch on their friend undoubtedly aware of the truth. Miranda with a cell phone at the ready and Kevin with a large kitchen knife.
As I stormed through the kitchen on my way out, Kevin opened his mouth as if to say something. I just angrily pointed a finger at him. We both knew that no words were to be said.
…….
I drove off in a rage.”FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I screamed out in anger, tearing out there squealing tires. Several blocks away I whipped a quick corner into a half sakarya escort empty parking lot and skidded to a stop.
“FUCK!” I shouted out again as I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. How could she do this to me? Wait. Why the fuck am I calling her a she? She is a dude. She damm sure didn’t look or act like a dude! She/he acted like a girly girl. Perfectly applied makeup, hair, clothing, mannerisms. She was all female.
And wow! That sweet ass pussy! Delicious! Her mouth on my cock….nobody has ever sucked my cock like that! My pants got tight remembering the first blowjob she gave me. And she likes to be fucked in the ass!
“FUCK!” I shouted out again at the realization. Somehow it all made sense now. I have never, nor would I ever want to have sex with another guy. I am not naive. Only a guy would really and truly know how to please another guy. She damm sure knows how to suck a cock! Add to that the fact that she likes anal sex! Most girls won’t even entertain the idea. I am not huge, but I am also not small. Maybe a bit bigger than the usual dick. In fact it was Casey that wanted me to fuck her in the ass. She practically begged for it. Of course she wanted me to fuck her in the ass! As a gay guy she probably has been fucked in the ass alot!
Wait! Why the fuck was I still referring to her as a she? The pronouns were driving me crazy. She is a dude.
“End of story. Move on Johnathan, move on.” I calmly said to myself as I slowly pulled out of the parking lot and back into traffic.
……….
On my way home I stopped off at the liquor store. As I was nearing the register with my purchase a young lady stepped into line right in front of me.
She was wearing pink and black yoga pants and a loose fitting tank top. Just like Casey. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail just like Casey did when she was in casual mode. The woman was wearing the same perfume that Casey wears.
What the fuck was she doing?! Cutting right in front of me in public after our blowout took some serious brass balls! I was pissed and was about to confront her when she turned around.
It wasn’t Casey.
“Oh! I am sorry! Did I just cut in front of you?” the lady asked as she stepped aside gesturing me to move past her.
“Oh! Uhh.. no you are fine, ” I numbly replied. This isn’t going to be easy to move on.
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That night after my 12th, 14th, whatever beer I was done and stumbled off to bed. Too drunk to fully undress I kicked off my shoes, threw the comforter to the side and passed out.
All night dreams faded into nightmares and faded back into dreams.
Casey and I would be laughing at some silly private joke. Then next I would be kissing a fat, hairy, greasy, long bearded man with an enormous cock. Then Casey and I was walking hand in hand in a beautiful picturesque park as an elderly couple being happier than I had ever been in my life.
Sunday morning I awoke with a raging hangover and a light perfume scent in my nose. “Mmmmm Casey you smell so good!” I mumbled, enjoying the scent with my eyes still closed, my dick getting hard.
I carefully opened my eyes so samsun escort I could look into her beautiful eyes. I then realized that one of her babydoll nighties was in my face. “Awe fuck!” I exclaimed as I threw it out of sight.
Staying in bed unfortunately wasn’t an option since my bladder was in urgent need of attention. Might as well face the day.
…….
Freshly washed from a shower I felt only slightly better as I sipped a cup of hot coffee. Casey could make some damm good coffee I wistfully thought. Oh well. Back to subpar coffee.
After digging Caseys overnight bag out of the closet I went around collecting her things. “What the hell! There I go again! She is a he.”
Makeup off the bathroom counter, clothes out of the hamper. Heels out of the closet. I briefly chuckled about the irony of the closet.
She had just taken over my life and I was happy with her in it. Not into sucking dicks so bye Casey. Or whatever your name is.
After looking around the place a few times I was satisfied that all of his stuff was piled up by the front door. I was resigned to the fact that I would have to see him to give him back his stuff. Oh well. After all it was his stuff. An option briefly occurred to me that I should just throw it in the dumpster, but I just couldn’t do it.
Exhausted, I collapsed on the couch still suffering from the hangover. As I sat, my hand knocked over a framed photograph on the side table. Blindly I fumbled for the picture so I could put it back upright. Before setting it back down I happened to glance at the picture.
In this digital age not many photos get printed anymore. But this one is special. Or more accurately it was special.
Casey and I had gone out to a favorite rib joint of mine. An old school blues band was tearing it up on stage and the ribs were just dripping with an out of this world sauce. We were having the time of our lives and just as we went in for a sloppy kiss a roving professional photographer snapped our picture. Despite our embarrassment we just had to have the image. Casey picked it up the next day from his studio and had it framed.
“Dammit girl! What did you do to me?” I wondered as I gazed at her beautiful face.
……..
As I said before, I am not attracted to men. Not that there is anything wrong with it. It’s just not for me.
A couple of years ago at a family dinner my 23yo brother all of a sudden announced that he is gay right there between mouthfulls of Grandmas homemade spaghetti. We all said “Ok,” and went back to what we were talking about.
He stood up, and in a louder voice, “I AM GAY! I LIKE MEN! NOT WOMEN! MEN!”
Grandma spoke up, “We said OK, honey, you are gay. We get it.” Then after a moment she picked up the bread basket, “Anyone want another roll?” My brother is gay. We have all met his fiance and we are currently helping them prepare for their wedding.
Everyone deserves to be happy with whatever their choices are. Casey deserves her happiness too. She is a beautiful woman on the inside. She may be a biological male from birth, but according to what she was saying she will be a woman on the urfa escort outside in the near future.
My question now is: Do I want that future to include me? I have never felt that close to someone in such a short period of time. She has a dick right now, but can I look past it?
…….
Monday was being a Monday and I was having the worst day ever. Everyone was being a fucking idiot! After I yelled at one of the guys my boss came flying out of his office, “What the fuck is wrong with you Johnathan?! He didn’t deserve that ass chewing?”
I recoiled from the outburst and sank down in my chair. “Yeah, I know, I am sorry. I will apologize to him later,” and hung my head in sorrow.
“You need to call up that Casey chick and get laid or something.”
“No. We broke up.”
“Oh damm! What happened? She seemed to be just about perfect for you.”
“She has a……” and stopped. Oh shit! What the fuck was I about to say?
“She has a what?” my boss inquired.
I looked up at him squarely in the eye and said, “She has an incredible personality and I am a dumbass.”
……..
All my calls and texts to Casey went unanswered. I didn’t know where she lived but I did know Kevin and Mirandas home.
Walking up to the house that afternoon I noticed Caseys car in the driveway. Miranda came to the door after a few gentle knocks.
“Hello Johnathan,” she said flatly after opening the door but leaving the screen door shut. “What are you doing here?” with arms folded defensively in front of her.
“I want to see Casey.”
“After the way you reacted to her coming out to you? Definitely no.”
“I am sorry, I panicked,” as looked around her for a sight of Casey.
“She is not here. The procedure had to be reversed today.”
“I tried calling her and texting her but she isn’t answering. Please! I need to see her!”
I was about to get on my knees and beg when Miranda opened the screen door. “Would you like some coffee?”
…….
Sipping coffee at the dining room table Miranda started, “Are you going to hurt her?”
“No Ma’am. At least no more than I already have.”
“Johnathan, we understand your reaction. We just want to protect her.”
“Of course! If I were in your situation I would do the same.”
Then after a pause to collect my thoughts, “Casey is someone special. Someone like her coming into someone’s life is a rare experience. I got scared. I panicked and I made the wrong decision and now I want a second chance to see if we can make it work.”
“You know that she isn’t going to look the same as the woman you met. Similar. But not the same.”
“That doesn’t matter to me.”
“She is going to need someone strong to stand by her side as she goes through her transition.”
“I want to try to see if it will work. I care deeply for her.”
“She knows that and she cares for you too. That’s why she came out to you instead of just disappearing.”
“She is not returning my calls. Can you please call her?”
“Let me talk to Kevin first,” and left the room for some privacy.
……..
As Miranda entered the dining room I stood up in anticipation.
“Kevin said that she is going through the reversal treatment now and can’t talk. But if you promise to be good I can take you to her tomorrow morning.”
“Yes!” as I excitedly hugged Miranda, “I swear I promise to be good!”