Jeff and Chelsea
                        by Unca D


Disclaimer: This story includes situations of an adult nature that 
may not be appropriate for all readers.

This story is fiction, and all activities, incidents and behaviors 
depicted herein are intended solely for the enjoyment of the reader. 
Nothing represented herein shall be construed as an endorsement or 
recommendation for any practices or behaviors depicted. Do NOT 
try any of this at home.

In addition, all characters are fictional and any resemblence to 
real-life personages is coincidence and strictly in the mind of the 
beholder.
     
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Synopsis: College student Jeff finally scores a date with Chelsea, 
the classmate with whom he has been working on a project. 

Afterward she confides the reason she rebuffed his earlier advances -- 
she is transsexual and doubts she can have a relationship with a 
man. Jeff is stunned by her admission. Curious and unwilling to lose 
her he convinces her to try sleeping together. 

This experiment leads to a lusty weekend of more and more adventuresome 
lovemaking, ending with each pledging love to the other. 

Then, the time comes for each to meet the other's family... 


Author's Note: I have posted this story on my page at Stories 
On Line. I'm including it here also since the material fits with my 
other stories on this site. --D 


Codes: MF TG rom enem oral anal slow 
     
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                            Part I

     Jeff approached her. "Hi," he said. "I understand we'll be working 
together on this project. My name is Jeff ... Jeff Brooker." 
     "I'm Chelsea," she replied, "Chelsea Lane." 
     "Chelsea Lane... Sounds like the title of a Beatles song." He 
regarded her. Chelsea wore a sleeveless blouse and cut-off jeans. 
She was of medium build, small-breasted and with slender arms and 
shapely legs. Her oval face had a strong jaw line, a chin with a hint of 
a dimple and was framed by a mane of coarse, chestnut hair parted 
low on the left. A shock of it covered her forehead and seemingly 
rested atop her large, black-framed glasses. She wore no makeup -- 
no eye shadow or liner. Her nose was up-turned and with hints of 
freckles on either side of her bridge. 
     Chelsea's full lips turned up in a slight smile. "I hadn't heard that 
one." 
     "I've seen you on campus ... last year," he added. "This is the first 
class we've been in together. We only have a couple of weeks to do 
this project." 
     "I've had this prof before," she replied. "I know what she's 
looking for." 
     "Maybe we can get together this evening and strategize. Do you 
live on campus?" 
     "Yes. I'm in Wheeler House." 
     "Wheeler? How did you score a room in Wheeler? That's 
reserved for upperclassmen ... not sophomores." 
     "I guess I'm lucky. There's a study lounge in Wheeler. Maybe we 
can meet there." 
     "Okay ... six? I can do some preliminary investigating on 
Wikipedia." 
     "Professor Stumpf won't accept Wiki as a source," Chelsea 
replied. 
     "Maybe not but it's a good starting point." I'll see you at six. 
     
 
     Jeff sat in the lounge at Wheeler. "I think we have a good start on 
references," he said. "Let's divide and conquer. I'll send you a list of 
papers to hunt down and I'll tackle the rest." 
     "Okay..." 
     "It would help if I knew your email address." 
     She reached into her bag. "Here," she said and handed him a 
card. 
     "A business card... Chelsea Lane..." 
     "It's from when I was working," she explained. "The email and cell 
numbers still are good." 
     "Okay..." Jeff composed the email and sent it. He powered down 
his laptop and closed the lid. "I think we covered a lot of ground 
tonight. How would you feel about a stroll over to the snack bar in 
the quad for a malt or something?" 
     "I'm good," she replied. 
     "I'll pay." He looked into her blue eyes. 
     "Maybe some other time." 
     "Would you be interested in going to see a movie or something? I 
can see what's playing at the Union this weekend." 
     "I'm not into the dating scene." 
     "Already have a boyfriend?" he asked. "Not that it's any of my 
business." 
     "I don't and no, it isn't any of your business." 
     Jeff held up his hands. "Okay, okay... Message received and 
understood. Let's reconvene in a couple of days and see what we 
can put together out of our research. Agreed?" 
     "Agreed." 
     Jeff packed his laptop into his backpack and headed toward his 
dorm. He unlocked his door and stepped inside. "Hey, Ted," he said 
to his roommate. 
     "You're out late." 
     "Yeah... I was working on a project ... team effort for Stumpf's 
class. I got teamed up with Chelsea Lane." 
     "Chelsea Lane? Sounds like the title of a Beatles song." 
     "That's what I said to her." 
     "What's she like?" 
     "You must've seen her around campus ... medium build with 
bushy reddish-brown hair and big, black-rimmed glasses." 
     "Oh, yeah ... the nerdy-looking one." 
     "I think she's cute ... and I like nerdy girls." 
     
 
     Jeff sat across from Chelsea in the Union. "I was able to locate all 
the reference journals except one," she said. "It's not in our library or 
any on the inter-campus loan." 
     "Which one?" 
     She showed him the list. "This one." 
     "Oh, yeah. The nearest copy of that is at the Bear Mountain 
Institute." 
     "What's that?" she asked. 
     "It was founded in the thirties as a tuberculosis sanitarium back 
when the thought was that clean, fresh mountain air would help cure 
the disease. Now it's a private research lab. This journal is pretty 
obscure but they have a copy." 
     "Can we get it on loan?" 
     "No, they don't let material out of their library." 
     She gave him an exasperated look. "Can they make a copy of 
that one paper for us?" 
     "They can't get it to us in time to help us." 
     "Then, what do you suggest?" 
     "I suggest we take an afternoon and drive down there." 
     "Do you have a car? Because I don't." 
     "Neither do I, but my roommate does. If I ask him nicely maybe 
he'll let us borrow it." 
     "Why WE, Jeff?" 
     "I thought we were partners on this project. Chelsea -- having 
that one reference means a letter grade on this project. I don't know 
if a letter grade makes a difference to you, but it does to me. I have a 
scholarship to protect." 
     She regarded him. "I think you're right. And, I do care about a 
letter grade." 
     "My afternoons are free on Wednesdays. We can drive down 
after lunch and be back for dinner." 
     "I have a math recitation then ... but I can probably cut it once 
without any serious consequences." 
     "Then, Wednesday. I'll check with Ted and see what he needs 
from me in order to use his car." 
     Jeff powered down his laptop and packed it in his backpack. He 
made the walk across campus to his dorm and climbed the stairs to 
his room. "Hey, Ted," he said upon entering. 
     "Working with Chelsea again?" 
     "Yeah. We were wondering... Can we borrow your car on 
Wednesday?" 
     "Wednesday? Where are you going on Wednesday?" 
     "Bear Mountain." 
     "What's at Bear Mountain? It's too early for skiing." 
     "Bear Mountain Institute -- the old sanitarium." 
     "Are you visiting an inmate or checking in as one?" Ted asked. 
     "It's not that kind of sanitarium. It used to be where they treated 
TB patients. Now it's a research center. Their library has a journal 
we need and they're not part of the interlibrary loan. I figure we'll 
leave after lunch and be back by dinner. I'll pay for the gas, Ted." 
     "You'll bring it back with a full tank." 
     "Why? How much is in it now?" 
     "About half. It's that or no deal." 
     "All right ... agreed." 
     "I'll put the keys on my hook. By the way -- how are things going 
with you and Chelsea?" 
     "We're fine as partners on this project. Whenever I try to 
approach her socially ... zoom, her shields go up. I don't know how 
many times I've offered to buy her a snack after one of our sessions. 
She always says no." 
     "Maybe she's one of those chicks with serious guy issues," Ted 
remarked. "If that's the case, you're better off forgetting about her." 
     "That's why I have an ulterior motive on this road trip. She'll be a 
captive audience for three hours. Maybe I'll have a chance to break 
down her shell." 
     
 
     Chelsea walked with Jeff to a small, older Kia in the parking lot. 
She sat in the passenger seat. Jeff sat behind the wheel. From under 
the seat he procured a folded-up packet. "Here." 
     "What's this for?" 
     "It's called a road map. I'll drive, you can navigate." 
     "I know it's a road map. We don't need this." 
     "Oh. Do you know the route?" 
     "No." She took her cell from her bag -- a new model Galaxy. "I 
have this -- full GPS." She manipulated the phone. "Where are we 
going?" 
     "Bear Mountain Institute." 
     "Ah... Here it is. We head south on Route fifty-eight." 
     "That much I know already." He put the key in the ignition and 
started the motor. Jeff backed out of the stall and headed down the 
highway. "What's next?" 
     "Turn left onto Route Three at Killworth Corners." 
     "Okay... Got it." 
     He headed down the highway. Jeff glanced at Chelsea. She sat, 
her hands folded in her lap and staring straight ahead. "Relax -- we 
have a long drive ahead." 
     "How long?" 
     "What did your GPS say?" 
     "I didn't ask it." 
     "It's about a hundred miles ... figure an hour and a half or so." 
     "So, it'll be nearly three when we get there." 
     "That's about how I figure it." 
     He glanced at her again. Her eyelids were drooping and her chin 
was resting on her chest. Jeff saw the sign for Route Three. He 
slowed, put on his turn signal and turned left. Chelsea leaned against 
the passenger door. 
     He drove for about forty-five minutes and saw a sign for the 
village of Prescott ahead. "Chelsea? Chelsea?" 
     "Mmmpf... I must've dozed off. I'm sorry -- didn't mean to. I was 
up late last night." 
     "Prescott is three miles ahead. Do we turn there?" 
     "Let me check..." She consulted her phone. "There's no signal." 
     "Of course not. We're heading into the mountains. Cell towers are 
few and far between. Aren't you getting GPS?" 
     "Yeah .. .but the maps are at Google... Where's that roadmap?" 
     He pulled it from under his seat. "Here ... Looks like we needed it 
after all." 
     "You don't have to rub it in." She opened the map onto her lap. 
"Route three..." 
     "Prescott ... destination Bear Mountain." 
     "Right. Yeah -- we turn right onto Route Thirty and follow that to 
Bear Mountain." She folded up the map. 
     "So -- you going to go back to sleep?" 
     "No. I told you -- I didn't mean to." 
     "Up ahead are the high peaks. It should be some pretty scenery." 
     "Right..." 
     "So... What do you like to do for fun? Are you into sports? 
Tennis, golf?" 
     "I'm not very athletic," she replied. 
     "Neither am I. Do you like going to the movies?" 
     "I haven't been in years." 
     "Watch television?" 
     "Not too much other than the news once in a while." 
     "Listen to music?" 
     "Not really..." 
     "Then, what DO you do?" 
     "What's it to you?" she asked. 
     "I dunno... I thought maybe we had some interests in common." 
     "What if we do?" 
     "I thought then, maybe we could be friends," he said. 
     "I don't make friends," she replied tartly. 
     "Oh, snap...." He rounded a turn and crested a hill. "Look -- up 
ahead. Those are the highest peaks in the state." 
     "Wow... That is a view." 
     "Over there is Bear Mountain Lake. The institute is located on the 
lakeshore. I figure another twenty minutes and we'll be there." 
     "We're making good time," she remarked. 
     "Yeah... Time flies when you're asleep." 
     
 
     Jeff headed the car north on Route Thirty as they headed back to 
campus. "I am really amped about this project," Chelsea said. "The 
paper in that journal really filled in all the blanks. I'll be astonished if 
we don't ace it." 
     "So, you think driving down here was a good idea after all?" 
     "Yes, Jeff. It was an excellent idea." 
     "A good enough one for you to pay for half the gas?" 
     "Gas?" 
     "These cars don't run on a wish and a prayer you know. Ted's 
condition was we return it with a full tank. I topped it up before we 
left but we'll need to add more when we get home." 
     She opened her bag. "How much?" 
     "I figure twenty will cover it." 
     She reached in and retrieved a ten-dollar bill. "Here." 
     "Twenty should cover your share." 
     She dug into her bag and handed him a five. "That's all I have. I'll 
owe you the rest." 
     "Forget the rest." He stuffed the fifteen into his shirt pocket. 
"Every bit helps, though." 
     They approached Prescott and Jeff turned onto Route Three. 
"So, what else do we have in common?" he asked. 
     "We don't have anything in common." 
     "Oh, sure we do. We're both not athletic, we don't go to the 
movies, we don't watch much television and we don't listen to music. 
I'll bet you don't hunt, camp, fish or canoe." 
     "No, I don't." 
     "Why did I think you wouldn't? There must be something we do 
that's in common. Do you like to read?" 
     "Yes. I read quite a bit." 
     "So do I. What sort of stuff do you like?" 
     "Fantasy ... science fiction. But it has to be good science fiction." 
     "I like good sci-fi, too," he replied. "What do you think makes 
good sci-fi?" 
     "It has to explore the human condition. I'm not into guys with ray 
guns shooting monsters." 
     "Like Starship Troopers?" 
     "For example." 
     "Ever read any of DL Strykor's stuff?" 
     She turned toward him. "Oh, I love DL Strykor. When they made 
a series out of Starbase 101 I watched every episode. 
     "Yeah," he replied. "I pestered my parents to put in basic cable 
just so I could see that series. I thought they did a good job for the 
most part." 
     "Oh, I agree." 
     "The main complaint I have is the actress they cast as Leanna. In 
the books she's much more..." 
     "Vulnerable," Chelsea interjected. 
     "Yeah, you're right. I was going to say virginal." 
     "Oh, yeah. That, too." 
     "I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this," he said, "but I was such a 
fan of that show I have the action figures. Pretty geeky, huh?" 
     "Now it's in reruns. It's turned into a cult thing." She bit her lip. 
"I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this, but I'm such a fan I write fan 
fiction." 
     "You write fanfic?" 
     "I've posted some stories on the big Starbase fan site. I've even 
been complimented by DL Strykor herself." 
     "Herself? DL's a guy." 
     "No, she's a woman. What makes you think she's a he?" Chelsea 
asked. 
     "The writing style. The books are done in a man's style." 
     "What, exactly, is a man's writing style?" 
     "Well... A woman's style is more diffuse." 
     "Diffuse? What do you mean?" 
     "It's the difference between how men and women think. A man's 
brain is like waffles, with nice, regular compartments ... a place for 
everything and everything in its place. A woman's brain is like a plate 
of spaghetti. One strand touches another and another and so on. 
Strykor's writing has a man's clarity to it." 
     "That's absurd. You do know that DL Strykor is a pen name? 
That she keeps her true identity a secret?" 
     "Yes I know that HE keeps HIS true identity a secret." 
     "I'll let you know," she retorted, "that I have met DL Strykor in 
person." 
     "In person? When? Where?" 
     "She was at a book signing at the local Barnes and Noble ... and 
she was definitely a woman." 
     "If DL Strykor is so secretive, maybe who you met was a ringer." 
     "Believe what you want." 
     "So, ... SHE has complimented your fanfic." 
     "That's right. That's one thing I like about her -- she's supportive 
of her fan base. Imitation is flattery and she actively supports fan 
fiction. Not all authors do, you know. Some are so protective of their 
characters..." 
     "So if I Google Chelsea Lane I'll find your fanfic?" 
     "No, you won't. I use a pen name also." 
     "What is it?" 
     "I'm not gonna tell you." 
     "You don't want me reading your work?" 
     "No, I don't. You'll be pestering me about my ... diffuse writing 
style." 
     "Most fanfic I've read ... not that I read much of it ... is mainly 
adolescent sexual fantasies where some junior officer proxy for the 
author ends up saving the day and in bed with the commander or 
with whomever else they have a crush." 
     "I can assure you that's not the kind of fiction I write. I try to 
emulate the layers and texture of Strykor's original works. It's hard. 
She has the ability to use a few sentences to describe a scene and I 
can visualize it so vividly. As a writer I'm envious of that talent." 
     Jeff turned onto Route 58. "We're almost there. I'll stop at a filling 
station near campus. Want to have dinner together?" 
     "I am so amped about this project I'm going to skip dinner and 
start in on it." 
     "What can I do to help? I mean, if you want to take the lead 
doing the writing ... seeing as you're a writer who's work has been 
complimented by DL Strykor HERself -- the last thing I want to do is 
stand on your air hose." 
     "I think we have all the detail we need. If you could finalize the 
figures..." 
     "Right. I'll email them to you tonight ... and I'll call if I have any 
questions." He approached the outskirts of town. "Chelsea?" 
     "What?" 
     "Now do you think we can be friends?" 
     "I told you -- I don't make friends." 
     "Well... Maybe you already have. I'm going to pull in here and get 
some gas." 
     Jeff topped up the tank at a Citgo near campus. He dropped 
Chelsea off outside Wheeler and then parked in the lot adjacent to 
his dorm building. He headed inside. 
     "Here," he said, handing the keys to his roommate. "Tank is full 
and otherwise no worse for wear." 
     "Mission accomplished?" 
     "We got the material we need for that report," Jeff replied. 
     "Did you make any inroads with her?" 
     Jeff sighed. "I dunno... It seems the closer I get to establishing 
some sort of rapport, the stronger she resists. I did learn we have 
something in common." 
     "What's that?" 
     "We're both big Starbase 101 fans." 
     "That crappy show? To each I guess... I tell you, Jeff -- if she's a 
chick with guy issues you're better off dropping her. There are lots of 
girls on campus dying for a relationship." 
     "I don't want an air-headed bimbo. Chelsea's smart and 
interesting. We have chemistry. I can feel it. I think she feels it, too." 
     "She just won't admit it?" 
     "She flat-out resists it," Jeff replied. "I have some figures for that 
report to finish up." 
     
 
     Jeff sat in a classroom presided over by a stocky, gray-haired 
woman. The bell rang. She opened a folder and set a pile of papers 
on a table. "Ladies and gentlemen," she announced. "Before you go, 
please pick up your graded reports. If you don't find your paper in 
the stack, please see me." 
     Chelsea headed for the table along with other students and began 
rifling through the stack. Jeff approached and looked through the pile. 
"I don't see it here." 
     "Neither do I. We better go talk to her." 
     "Professor Stumpf is a formidable woman," he remarked. 
     "Yeah but I've had her before. I'll go talk to her." 
     "Better you than me." 
     Jeff hung back and watched as Chelsea approached their prof. 
This is either good or bad news, he thought. Then, Chelsea 
approached him holding up the paper, folded lengthwise. "Well?" 
     "Let's go to the Union" 
     "What did she say?" 
     Chelsea walked briskly toward the union. They entered and found 
a table. 
     "You're killing me -- what did she say?" Chelsea unfolded the 
paper. A big, red A+ was inked and circled on the first page. "YES!" 
he exclaimed. 
     "I told you we'd ace it," she said. 
     "I'm going to get a soda," he said. "Want anything?" 
     "I'm good." 
     He returned with his drink. "Now... What did she say to you in 
person?" 
     "She said she remembered me from last term and that she always 
enjoys reading my papers. She wanted to know how you and I 
divided the work. I told her it truly was a joint effort and that you 
located that one obscure reference. She complimented us on the 
clarity of the writing." 
     "It must be all that fanfic you write. You've honed some skills. 
Chelsea -- I wish I could partner with you on every project. I wish I 
could write like you do." 
     She smiled and looked down. "Thanks, Jeff. That was sweet. I 
did enjoy this project." 
     "So -- do you think we can be friends, now?" 
     She extended her hand. "Friends." 
     He grasped hers. "Friends." Jeff sipped from his soda. "Say -- 
since we're friends and since we both like good scifi... The SciFi club 
is showing a classic Doctor Who here at the Union this Friday. It's 
one of the Tom Baker episodes. Interested in going?" Chelsea 
propped her elbows on the table and held her forehead. "Is it that 
difficult a question? Do you already have plans -- rearrange you sock 
drawer or something?" 
     She drew in a breath and released it as an exasperated sigh. "I'm 
not in the habit of going out on dates, Jeff." 
     "Jeezus, Chelsea... It's not a date. It's ... it's that I like scifi and I 
like you and I like sharing things I like with people I like. It's not a 
quote-unquote date." She continued to hold her forehead and stare at 
the table. "I don't know if you've had trouble with some guy in the 
past but I assure you I'm not like that. I respect you too much. I 
respect your intellect. And, we're friends." 
     She looked up at him. "All right. I'll go see Doctor Who with you. 
What time and where shall we meet?" 
     "At the risk of overplaying my hand... How about we have dinner 
together at the Quad cafeteria beforehand?" 
     "Okay, fine." 
     "Good. Let's meet at the cafeteria at five. We can have dinner and 
then walk down here." 
     "Sounds like a plan." 
     "Outstanding..." He drained his soda. "By the way... Do you by 
chance know someone named Quinn Vergennes?" 
     Chelsea's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Where did you 
come up with that name?" 
     "I happened to be on the Starbase 102 site -- that's the big 
Starbase 101 fan wiki..." 
     "Yes I know what it is." 
     "I went to the fanfic section and found a story posted around the 
middle of July. The title was 'The Gene Vortex' by Quinn Vergennes 
and I saw a nice comment signed by DLS. I remember you saying 
that DL Strykor had complimented your stories. I put two and two 
together and thought maybe..." He regarded the expression of 
distress on her face. "What's wrong?" 
     "Yes ... yes, Jeff. Quinn Vergennes is my pseudonym. Have you 
read anything else of hers ... mine?" 
     "No. Just the one story. That site isn't too easy to navigate and I 
was kinda lucky to find it in the first place. Your story is very good, 
by the way -- very well written -- not diffuse at all. A product of a 
creative and sophisticated imagination is what DLS called it, and I 
agree a hundred percent. You're quite skilled at your craft, Chelsea. 
I'm in awe of your ability." 
     "You haven't told anyone, have you? You haven't told anyone that 
Quinn and I are the same..." 
     "No. It's your 'nym, Chelsea, and it's none of my business." 
     "You won't tell anyone. Please tell me you won't." 
     "I'm not going to out you, if that's your wish." 
     "Promise?" 
     "Of course." She breathed a sigh of relief. "But, you don't have 
anything to be ashamed or embarassed about. It's a really good story 
and you write very well. If I could write like that I'd want the world 
to know." 
     "Quinn Vergennes values her privacy, the same way DL Strykor 
does. Please respect that." 
     "Oh, I will. Like I said, it's your 'nym." 
     "Thanks, Jeff." 
     "Are we still on for Friday?" 
     "Yes, Jeff. When I agree to something I follow through." 
     
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                              Part II

     Jeff and Chelsea walked from the union holding hands. "I like that 
episode," he said. "I like Tom Baker. He made the best of the 
Doctors." 
     "Mmm... I agree. I like his sense of anarchy." 
     "Mild night," he remarked. "Pretty moon with the clouds." 
     "The moon a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas," she 
replied. 
     "Alfred Noyes..." 
     "I'm surprised you know." 
     "I guess I'm not surprised that you know," he replied. "I don't 
know the whole work ... just that line." 
     "It's from 'The Highwayman'..." 
     "You know, Chelsea -- I think you and I really are kindred 
spirits." 
     She looked down at their clasped hands and abruptly pulled 
away. "DAMN!" she exclaimed. "Damn, damn, damn..." 
     "What's wrong?" 
     "I didn't want to let it happen. I was trying not to let it happen... 
Shit!" 
     "Let what happen?" 
     "Jeff -- we need to talk." 
     Uh-oh, he thought. "There's a bench over there." 
     He sat beside her and attempted to take her hand again. She kept 
her arms folded tightly across her chest. "Jeff ... there's something 
you don't know about me." 
     "I know that you're the one, Chelsea. I'm not saying it to mess 
with your head. We have chemistry -- I can feel it. Maybe this is 
going fast, but that's how I know it's right. I know what I need to 
know." 
     "No, you don't. Jeff -- I can't have a relationship with a guy. I 
can't have a relationship with anyone?" 
     "Why not?" 
     "I just can't." 
     "That's not an answer," he replied. "What is it? Are you gay?" 
     "I'm not gay. I'm something else. Something..." 
     "What something? Do you have some awful disease?" 
     "No. Of course not." She drew in a breath and closed her eyes. 
"Jeff -- I'm trans." 
     His jaw dropped and he regarded her in the light from a 
streetlamp. "Do you mean, transgender?" 
     "I mean transsexual." 
     "What's the difference?" 
     "Transgender is more of an umbrella term." 
     "Holy shit ... I never would've guessed, Chelsea. You're so 
perfect." 
     "I'm far from that." Chelsea buried her face in her hands. "I do 
have feelings for you. Jeff -- I'm not used to a guy giving me your sort 
of attention; and I must say it felt pretty good. I do feel the chemistry 
between us. You're right ... we ARE soul mates. We are right for 
each other. That's what makes this so damned difficult." 
     "You're biologically male..." She nodded. "...attracted to guys..." 
She nodded again. "Doesn't that make you gay?" 
     She looked up at him. "NO! I'm not gay. I'm not a transvestite or 
a cross-dresser. I'm not a guy who likes other guys. I'm a straight girl 
... who was born with a boy's body. Being a transwoman isn't about 
bed partners. It's about self-identity." 
     "You identify as a girl." 
     "No! I AM a girl ... with the wrong anatomy. " She snorted. 
"When we were driving back through the mountains and you said that 
thing about waffles and spaghetti. I said it was absurd. Well... You 
were right. Guys and girls do think differently and I think like a girl ... 
even if it doesn't show in my writing." 
     "You just took us off on a different strand," he remarked. 
     "Oh, God -- you're right." She buried her face in her palms, her 
shoulders quaking. 
     "Chelsea -- are you crying or laughing?" 
     "I don't know..." She brushed some tears from her face. "Back to 
topic... This is why I was so reluctant to let you get to know me, Jeff. 
It's self-preservation ... for my safety. I'm just not brave enough to be 
out there." 
     "What about Quinn?" he asked. "Is she trans, too?" 
     "Yes. Quinn is me. She's the only outlet I have for this." 
     "And -- is she out there?" 
     Chelsea swallowed hard and nodded. "I had a panic when I 
realized you connected me to Quinn. Then, I realized you hadn't 
picked up on her orientation." 
     "I only read the one story. I didn't see any trans characters in it ... 
not that I was looking for them." 
     "You won't. I keep that out of my fiction. But, you see ... Quinn 
also has a blog where she writes about being trans," Chelsea said. 
"Her recent posts have been about her thoughts and fears when she 
discovers a guy she likes is starting to pay attention to her ... about 
how she rebuffs his advances but he persists..." 
     "You wrote about us? I'd like to read that." 
     "Please, don't ... not now. It's too personal -- too revealing. I'd be 
mortified. Maybe some day..." 
     "If you don't want me to read it I won't. You didn't use my real 
name, did you?" 
     "Of course not. I'm careful, Jeff. I'm careful not to include any 
details that could link me with Quinn. Oh, God -- if Quinn were ever 
doxxed or outed as me -- I don't know what I'd do. The thought 
terrifies me. I have nightmares about it. You see, Jeff... Trans people 
get killed just for being who we are. We lose our jobs ... our friends 
... our livelihoods ... our lives... Just because we're different and that 
bothers some people." 
     "I ... I guess I understand. It doesn't bother me." 
     "There was a case in the news this week about a trans woman 
who was murdered. They're calling it a hate crime..." 
     "Your secret's safe, Chelsea." 
     "...the guy just wanted to rape her. When he discovered what she 
was -- he beat her to death." 
     "I'd die if any harm to came to you." 
     "That sort of thing could happen to me, Jeff. It's why I lead such a 
guarded life. Quinn's blog has its fans but she also gets her share of 
hate mail." 
     "I understand, Chelsea ... at least, as well as I can without actually 
living it." 
     "Jeff -- if you find me repulsive or disgusting ... I'll understand. I 
needed to tell you the truth ... before this went any further." Tears 
streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Jeff. This is the first time in 
my life that I've felt inadequate or dissatisfied with who I am." 
     "Chelsea..." 
     "I want to go back to my room, now." 
     They walked together toward her dorm in silence broken only by 
Chelsea's sniffling. Jeff opened the lobby door and they stepped 
inside into the bright fluorescent lights. "I'll give you some time to 
think this over and we can talk again," she said, "and figure out where 
we're going." 
     "I don't need any time," he replied and looked directly into her 
face. Chelsea swallowed hard. "I don't care. Well, I mean ... I do 
care. It's part of what makes you up. It doesn't change how I feel 
about you." 
     "You really mean that? You accept me as I am?" 
     "Absolutely. You see, Chelsea ... my younger sister has spina 
bifida. I watched her grow up. We thought she'd never walk. Now, 
she's in high school ... happy and successful ... a very normal kid in 
most ways. I think it's people who overcome challenges who have 
the strongest characters. I see that in your character. I admire you for 
it." 
     "Really?" 
     "Really ... the way I admire my sister. The difference is ... she was 
born that way." 
     "I was born this way," she responded abruptly. 
     "Oh, God -- forgive me. That's not what I meant. My sister was 
born with a visible, physical deformity. I didn't mean to imply what 
you went through was a choice ... or any less of a challenge. I 
expressed it poorly. I'm sorry." 
     "Apology accepted, Jeff." She smiled. "I like it that you can admit 
you're wrong and say you're sorry." 
     He looked into her blue eyes. "You're so pretty ... so feminine. I 
can hardly believe it." 
     "Believe it." 
     "Maybe we should head over to the Quad snack bar for a 
chocolate malt or two and talk some more. I'll buy. Maybe you'll 
accept this time?" 
     "Yes, I'll accept." She smiled. "I love chocolate malts." 
     He held the door for her and they headed across campus. Jeff 
reached for her hand and they locked fingers. Stepping into the snack 
bar Chelsea selected a table in the corner and Jeff brought two malts. 
     "How long have you known you were ... different?" he asked. 
     "As far back as I remember. I never was interested in sports or 
playing soldiers or cops-and-robbers. I wanted to play with dolls. 
My parents are great -- I have the best parents in the world. They let 
me wear dresses and grow my hair long. They enrolled me in a 
private school that was willing to accommodate me ... one that 
emphasized academics so I never had to endure locker-room 
scrutiny. When I approached puberty we had a long talk. I 
remember how they sincerely listened to what I had to say. I knew at 
age eleven it was a choice between living as a female or dying. They 
found a doctor who started me on hormone therapy." 
     "I guess the younger the better," he remarked. "I've run across a 
few trans women in my day. None of them looked like you, 
Chelsea." 
     "I can't believe how you're taking this... My doctor wrote a letter 
that, without actually divulging my condition, induced this school to 
put me into a single room." 
     "That's how you ended up in Wheeler." 
     "Right -- my Freshman year. It's why I decided to come here. 
Now I can keep the room under squatters' rights." 
     "Forgive me if I sound cavalier ... but it seems to me that you've 
had it pretty easy... considering..." 
     "Oh, I know I have. I know how fortunate I am. Both my parents 
have good jobs and could afford to take care of me. I know there 
are others who've been much less fortunate and have had much more 
difficult times. It's my mission to help people like them. I thought I'd 
go to college, get my degree ... then to grad school ... maybe med 
school. I'd have a career and that would be it. I never thought I could 
have a relationship. I thought I'd spend my whole life celibate. I 
thought I'd have to actualize my life in other ways." 
     "Like in your writing." 
     "Yes... Now I'm in a relationship and it's as new and strange to 
me as it must be to you, Jeff." 
     "That I can appreciate." 
     "You're the only one who knows ... aside from my parents. I trust 
you, Jeff." 
     "Your secret is safe with me." Chelsea grasped his hand and 
squeezed it. "Would you consider surgery?" he asked. 
     "You mean, reassignment surgery?" She shook her head. "It 
frightens me too much. I've investigated it and it's a difficult way to 
go. I told you I'm not brave. I've already had all the surgery I'm going 
to have." 
     "What do you mean?" 
     "I had them removed." 
     "Them?" She pointed down, between her legs. Jeff's mouth 
formed an unvoiced O. 
     "When I turned eighteen I did two things. First I changed my 
name and gender, legally." 
     "What was your name?" 
     "Chester," she replied. "I've gone by Chelsea since before I was 
in grade school." 
     "I like the sound of Chelsea much more. They let you change your 
gender?" 
     "My state does with proper medical certification. I also had them 
removed. It allows me to take a less aggressive hormone 
combination. I've felt better since then. I even need to take a small 
amount of testosterone ... to prop up my libido." 
     "I thought you said you anticipated a life of celibacy," he 
remarked. 
     "Celibates need a libido, too. It is a big part of your creativity, you 
know." 
     "I suppose ... and you are creative." 
     "So, there it is... Where do we go from here?" 
     "I'm falling in love with you, Chelsea." 
     "I'm falling in love with you, too." 
     "I want you in my life..." 
     "So do I." 
     "...even if it means we can't have a physical relationship." 
     "That's the problem. Would you really be satisfied with a platonic 
one, Jeff?" He regarded her in silence. "Would you?" 
     "Umm..." 
     "Well -- I don't think I would, and I doubt you would either. I can 
live without being in a relationship. But -- if I'm going to be in one, I 
want it to be a full one -- and that includes sex." He continued 
regarding her. "Well?" 
     "I don't know if I could. The thought of gay sex always turned me 
off ... two guys going at it... But, you're not a guy. You're a 
sensational looking woman." 
     "Except, for what's between my navel and my knees," she 
interjected. 
     "Right. This is so far outside my experience, Chelsea... I don't 
know how I'd respond. I'm being honest." 
     "Then ... there we have it." 
     "I've always been open to new experiences," he added. "The only 
way to know how I'd respond is for us to try it and see." 
     Chelsea's eyes widened and her lips parted. "Are you saying..." 
     "I'm saying I'm game if you are." 
     "Do you mean ... NOW?" 
     "Now's as good a time as any, don't you think? It's Friday night 
and not that late. You said your dorm room is a single. We won't be 
bothering anyone." Chelsea put her hand against her chest and began 
hyperventilating slightly. Jeff noticed a pulse point in her neck 
throbbing. "Are you all right?" 
     "It's just ... be careful what you wish for, Chelsea -- you might get 
it." 
     "We don't need to do it now," he replied, "if you're not ready." 
     "It's the elephant in the room, Jeff. I really need to know if this is 
possible." She looked in his eyes. "I'm game. Let's do it." 
     Jeff walked with Chelsea back toward her dorm. He touched his 
hand to hers and they locked fingers. Upon reaching the building he 
held the lobby door for her and she headed toward the door leading 
to the residence halls. 
     "You know, it's a huge relief to me having this out in the open with 
you." 
     "You can trust me, Chelsea." 
     "I know I can. We wouldn't have gotten this far if I wasn't sure I 
could trust you." 
     Scanning her student ID she opened the door and led him to an 
elevator where she called for the eighth floor. With her room key she 
opened her door and he stepped inside. 
     "This is nice," he remarked. "Small but nice." 
     "The bath is over there." 
     "Standing shower... You keep the place very neat ... must be a 
girl thing." 
     "There are plenty of messy girls on this floor," she replied. 
     Jeff faced her, looking into her blue eyes. He pointed two fingers 
toward his eyes. "Do you need..." 
     Chelsea slipped off her black-framed glasses. "I have some 
astigmatism and one eye is stronger than the other ... but I'm not 
legally blind without them." 
     "You look good without them ... you look good with them, too. I 
love your eyes..." He leaned toward her and kissed her lips. 
"Nervous?" he asked. 
     She shook her head. "You?" 
     "A bit," he replied. 
     "Well -- I'm not nervous ... I'm scared shitless." 
     "We don't have to do this, Chelsea." 
     "I want to, Jeff. I never thought this would be possible. To have it 
within my grasp..." 
     "You're in control. If anything feels unwelcome, just say the 
word." 
     She smiled. "It means a lot to hear you say that, Jeff. I told you I 
do trust you. I'm terrified of disappointing you." 
     "That's not likely. Whatever happens, I'll still admire you, 
Chelsea." He leaned toward her and kissed her lips again. "If it 
doesn't go right -- it won't be your fault. You didn't choose to be 
born this way." 
     "You're good at saying the right thing." 
     Holding her around her shoulders he kissed her yet again, this 
time lingering and caressing her lips with the tip of his tongue and 
caressing her thick hair. Her jaw relaxed and he eased his tongue into 
her mouth. 
     She pressed her tongue against his and explored each other's 
mouths. Jeff caressed her cheek with the back of his finger. "That felt 
pretty good," he remarked. "I like how you feel in my arms." 
     "I like how your arms feel around me." They kissed again. 
     Jeff sat on her bed and coaxed her onto his lap. He smoothed his 
palm along her shin and knee. "You have pretty legs," he remarked, 
"...smooth ... cute knees..." 
     He looked into her eyes again. They kissed and he traced her lips 
with his finger; then he traced the neckline of her blouse. Gazing into 
her eyes for any sign of disapproval he unbuttoned the top button, the 
second and the third. Underneath she wore a simple, black bra. 
     Now, his heart was beginning to pound with anticipation. He 
unbuttoned the remaining buttons. Chelsea pushed her shoulders 
back and her blouse slipped off her arms. Jeff traced the outline of 
her bra from one shoulder strap, down and across and up the other. 
He repeated the gesture in the other direction; then he snagged the 
strap and slid it down her arm, past her deltoid. Gently he turned 
down the cup to expose her compact breast. It was adorned with a 
small but perky pinkish-brown nipple within a pale areola the size of 
a casino chip. "Oh, you're beautiful," he remarked as he gently 
caressed her nipple with the back of his finger. 
     Jeff slipped the other strap off her shoulder and peeled back the 
cup. "A matched set ... outstanding." 
     "They're real," she said. "I grew them myself." 
     "They're sensational ... I love your pinks and tans." 
     "Wouldn't you like them better if they were bigger?" 
     "They're perfect on you, Chelsea ... and very sexy." He reached 
around her, unhooked her back strap and set her bra on the foot of 
the bed. Again he regarded her firm, well-shaped, A-cup sized 
breasts and gently stroked them with the backs of his fingers. Then, 
he grasped the hem of his polo shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. 
"It's okay for you to touch me," he said. 
     "You have a nice build," she remarked as she caressed his 
shoulders and arms. 
     "Let's do this..." He eased her off his lap and then stripped to his 
briefs. Chelsea unfastened her waistband and slid her skirt down her 
legs. Underneath she wore high-rise black briefs that matched her 
bra. 
     They stood facing each other. Jeff scanned her from head to toe. 
"You have a great body, Chelsea," he said. "I love your legs." He 
embraced her. They kissed and he ran his hand along the small of her 
back. "Nice, tight butt..." 
     Jeff turned down her covers and slid between her sheets. He sat 
up in her bed, his back against the headboard and coaxed her to lean 
against him, his arms around her waist. Nuzzling the back of her head 
he kissed her scalp. "I love the scent of your hair," he said. "It's so full 
and luxurious." Gathering it he moved it aside so he could nuzzle the 
base of her neck. 
     "That feels nice," she said. "I like how you're holding me ... feels 
like you want me ... you want to take care of me." 
     "Oh, I do..." He cupped his hands under her breasts and caressed 
her nipples with his thumbs. 
     Chelsea drew in a deep breath. "Mmm... This feels really good." 
     "Still scared?" he asked. 
     "You're putting me at ease," she replied. "I think I want to lie 
down." 
     She rolled to her side and Jeff rolled to face her. They caressed 
each other's faces and kissed. He grasped her compact breasts and 
fondled them, caressing them from front to back and pinching and 
rolling her firm nipples. 
     Jeff eased her onto her back. He caressed her legs, savoring her 
smooth skin and exploring the shapes of the muscles in her calves. 
"You have such pretty knees," he remarked and kissed them. 
     "I like feeling your hands on me, Jeff." 
     He ran his palms along her hips and grasped the waistband of her 
black briefs. Chelsea lifted her buttocks from the mattress. His heart 
pounding Jeff slid her briefs down her legs. He found himself looking 
at a femininely demure bush of ruddy pubic hair. Nestled in this patch 
was a slender penis no longer than the width of his palm. Beneath it 
was the little, wrinkled mass of her empty and atrophied scrotum. 
     Jeff ran his palm along her thigh and up her hip. He extended his 
fingers and in the same motion stroked the underside of her shaft. 
Chelsea let out a soft whimper as he ran his fingers across her glans. 
"Pretty bush," he remarked. He repeated the motion and with each 
pass her erection grew stronger. 
     Gingerly he wrapped his fingers around her member. It wasn't 
large but now it was rock hard. He squeezed it and a drop of clear 
fluid oozed from its tip. Looking into Chelsea's eyes he began 
caressing the underside of her glans with his thumb, making a languid, 
back-and-forth motion. With his free hand he caressed her smooth 
abdomen and compact breasts. 
     Chelsea's lips parted and her eyelids drooped. "Feels nice," she 
said softly. 
     Jeff watched the motion of her breasts and ribs as her breathing 
deepened. She moistened her lips with her tongue; then lifted her 
face. "Just let it happen," Jeff said gently. 
     Her mouth dropped wide open. Chelsea drew in a deep breath 
and let it out as a groan, the muscles in her lower abdomen tensed. 
She gasped twice and then reached down and lifted his hand. "Too 
much," she panted. 
     "Did you have one?" he asked. 
     Panting to catch her breath, Chelsea nodded. "A good one." 
     "Nothing came out." 
     "I can't squirt," she replied, "because of the hormone therapy." 
Jeff nodded in comprehension "...but it doesn't mean I can't feel it." 
     "That's right -- the brain is the most important sex organ. Did it 
feel good?" 
     She broke into a wide smile. "It felt wonderful, Jeff." Chelsea 
opened her arms to him. They embraced and traded soft, tender 
kisses. "Now, it's my turn to return the favor..." 
     Jeff lay on his back. Chelsea began caressing his arms and chest, 
teasing his nipples with her fingers. "You do have a nice build," she 
remarked and ran her fingers through a patch of chest hair. "I like 
your legs, too." She cupped her hand over his firm erection. "That's a 
big one ... and a wet one. You're soaked." 
     "It's bubbling out of me," he replied. Jeff hooked his thumbs under 
the waistband of his briefs and slid them down. He lifted his knees, 
slid them off and tossed them onto the floor. 
     Chelsea wrapped her fingers around his organ and began stroking 
it up and down, her thumb pressing his foreskin against the underside 
of his glans. Jeff felt his arousal building. He regarded Chelsea's 
compact breasts, her slender arms and her pale skin as she stroked 
him. 
     She began caressing his chest and again teased his nipples. Jeff 
knew he was close and his breathing grew heavier. 
     Chelsea drew a nail across his right nipple. The sensation 
triggered an orgasm that exploded in his loins. He grunted as he 
ejaculated a half-dozen hot blobs onto his belly. She stared at him, 
her eyes wide and her mouth agape. 
     She touched one of the blobs and with her fingertip and touched it 
to her tongue. Then she pressed her fingers against it and massaged it 
into his skin. Chelsea threw herself atop him, cradled his head in her 
palms and kissed his lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and 
covered his face with kisses. 
     Shifting upward she knelt over him, her breasts over his face. Jeff 
caressed them and drew her left one into his mouth, caressing her 
nipple with his tongue. "So -- did making me come make you a bit 
horny?" 
     "Yes and more than a bit." 
     "Bringing your partner to orgasm is highly arousing," he said, 
mouthing her right breast. "At least I think it is." 
     "I never anticipated how arousing it would be." 
     Jeff eased her onto her back. He knelt between her thighs and 
smoothed his hands along her sides and breasts. "Looks like you're 
ready for some more action," he remarked as he wrapped his fingers 
around her again firmly erect shaft. 
     He lay between her thighs. Holding her organ upright he slipped 
its tip into his mouth and began caressing her glans with his tongue. 
With his other hand he caressed her breasts, alternating from left to 
right and pinching and rolling her nipples. 
     "Oh, this feels wonderful," Chelsea purred. "Mmm...." Her ribs 
began heaving. "Don't change it," she gasped. "I'm on the verge of a 
strong one..." She drew in a deep breath "Oh, God," she gasped and 
panted. "Oh, stop ... stop." 
     He came up from between her legs and she embraced him. They 
kissed long, tender kisses. Jeff lay on his back and coaxed Chelsea 
against him. He held her under his arm and she ran her fingers 
through his chest hair. "Well?" she asked. 
     "Well what?" 
     "We tried it." 
     "Yes, we did." 
     "And?" 
     Jeff let out a little snort. "I figure you're just a girl with a different 
sort of clit." 
     She kissed his chest. "I never expected to be in bed with a guy. I 
never expected to be in bed with anyone." She continued fingering his 
chest hair and gently passing the soft pads of her fingers across his 
nipples. 
     Chelsea reached down and wrapped her fingers around his 
manhood. "Hmm..." 
     "Hmm what?" he asked. 
     "Promising. I feel a little firmness." 
     "Are you trying to start something up again?" 
     She shrugged. "Maybe... I didn't get to play much with you 
earlier." 
     Jeff laced his fingers behind his head. "Play away." 
     Chelsea knelt beside him and ran her hands along his sides and 
along his arms. "You have nice muscles in your arms," she remarked. 
"You're not too hairy. I don't like hairy backs." 
     "I don't like them either." 
     She laughed. "Something else we have in common." Chelsea lay 
atop him and covered his chest with kisses. She tongued his nipples 
and kissed his abdomen. "Now look at it," she remarked and 
squeezed his shaft. "Big and meaty." 
     Jeff knelt facing her. He began caressing her breasts. "Touch me, 
too," he said as he massaged her nipples. Chelsea began fondling his 
breasts. They looked into each other's faces. Chelsea moistened her 
lips with her tongue and her breathing grew heavy. 
     He grasped her hand and led it to his firmly erect organ. "Yours is 
pretty stiff, too," he remarked as he caressed hers, his thumb on her 
underside of her glans. 
     They leaned toward each other and each held the other, their 
cheeks touching and each stroking the other's organ. Chelsea began 
panting. She dug her nails into his back and groaned. "Oh ... OH!" 
she gasped and then released her grip on him. 
     Jeff leaned back and supported his weight on his arms. Chelsea 
vigorously stroked his shaft. He could feel himself nearing climax and 
his thighs jerked. "Uhhh!" he grunted as he ejaculated. 
     "That was quite a squirt," Chelsea remarked as she reached for a 
facial tissue. 
     "That one was so good it hurt." 
     Jeff lay on his back again and Chelsea cuddled against him. He 
pulled the covers over them both and gently caressed her forearm. 
"Are you done, now?" he asked. 
     "Mmm... I'm spent ... but it's a good kind of spent." 
     Jeff reached for the lamp by her bed and switched it off. 
     
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                              Part III

     Morning light roused Jeff. He saw Chelsea lying on her side and 
regarding him. "Morning," he said. 
     "Morning." 
     "Been awake for long?" 
     She shrugged. "Not really..." She regarded him for a long 
moment. "So..." 
     "So what?" 
     "Any regrets?" 
     Jeff shook his head. "No." 
     "You're sure?" 
     "Positive. Like I said -- you're a girl with a different kind of clit, 
that's all. You have any regrets?" 
     "Oh, Jeff... You can't imagine what this has done for my self-
esteem. To actually feel wanted ... to actually feel desired, physically. 
I never thought I'd feel that." 
     "I do want you and I do desire you." 
     "I know. I can feel it. I FEEL it, Jeff." She leaned toward him and 
they kissed. "There's something else I can feel." 
     "What's that?" 
     "The trust. For each of us to lie, naked and spread-eagle in all our 
vulnerabilities..." 
     "I believe good sex is giving and trust," he replied. "Each partner 
gives one hundred percent and trusts the other to do the same." 
     "Really well expressed, Jeff." 
     "Last night was pretty special for me, too," he replied. "I have 
feelings for you, Chelsea I've never felt before." 
     "It's not because I'm trans, is it? Jeff -- if it turns out that I'm just 
another scalp ... another trophy... That would destroy me." 
     He regarded her, slack-jawed for a long moment. "That would be 
cruel beyond cruelty. I'm not that sort of guy. You just got done 
saying you trusted me." 
     "Oh, I trust you. I'm just having trouble believing it." She made a 
little snort. "I just had a mental image of that scene in 'Fifth Element' 
when the Chris Tucker character is coming on to the flight attendant. 
He says, 'I swear. I've never felt like this before ... with a human.' " 
     "Do you really think I'm like that?" he asked. 
     "No. It's a nagging fear. It's my female spaghetti-mind lurching 
from A to B to C. I still don't understand why you want me." 
     "It's because I have such an intellectual connection with you, 
Chelsea. I've never had that before ... with anyone." He touched her 
jaw to turn her face so he could gaze into her eyes. "With anyone, 
Chelsea. The more we worked together on that project, the more I 
wanted you. I find your intelligence and intellect more sexy than your 
body ... and you have one helluva sexy body. Don't forget. I wanted 
you even before I knew you were trans." 
     "I know. It's a big part of why I trust you." 
     "It was special for me because I felt we were communicating, 
physically. I hadn't felt that sort of a connection with anyone else." 
     "I felt that, too." She traced his lips with her finger. "No. I don't 
have any regrets." Jeff coaxed her against him and she smoothed her 
fingers across his chest. "I have doubts, though." 
     "What sort?" 
     "That I can satisfy you ... long term ... physically. You seem more 
adventuresome than I am. You were doing oral on me. I still need to 
work up to performing it on you, Jeff. I'm not ready for that, yet. 
Guys do like blowjobs, don't they?" 
     "As far as this guy goes ... not so much. Not more than real sex." 
     "By real, you mean..." 
     "Going all the way," he replied. 
     "Penetrative sex is the ultimate," she replied. 
     "It's why it's called going all the way. I'd love to go all the way 
with you, Chelsea. Isn't it something you'd like to experience, too?" 
     "You know me pretty well. I think you know the answer to that 
question." 
     "You know what it means, though." 
     Chelsea drew back the corners of her mouth and grimaced. "Yes. 
It means anal..." 
     "Is it a problem for you?" 
     She sighed. "I've been hoping ... and, dreading ... that we'd 
broach this topic. You're right. It isn't real sex without it." 
     "Chelsea, if this is too soon for you... If we're going too fast ... it's 
okay if we don't..." 
     "Jeff... You said you didn't know how you'd respond until you 
tried it. I'm the same way. I need to know if this is something I can 
do. It's something I want and something I'd do in a heartbeat ... 
except..." 
     "Except for what?" 
     "Except for the ick factor. I don't know if I can get past it. It's 
how I grew up, Jeff. It was drummed into me ... how dirty that part 
of my body is." 
     "The way I see it -- buttholes are like opinions. Everybody has 
one. Sure, it's icky ... but it's part of life. We can deal with the ick 
factor. We can clean you out, first." 
     "What do you mean?" 
     "You can take an enema beforehand," Jeff replied. 
     "I don't know -- I've never done that." 
     "I had a girlfriend when I was in high school. She was from a 
conservative, religious family and she believed she should save her 
virginity for marriage. She also was so hot and horny you couldn't 
spit on her. She wanted to fuck but the front door was out of the 
question. As for back-door action she was turned off by the ick 
factor as well. I suggested she try an enema first. It is something I 
know about." 
     "She thought doing anal somehow preserved her virginity?" 
     "Yeah -- go figure. I think virginity is more a state of mind." 
     "Not with that girl, obviously. So -- what happened?" 
     "We went the enema route. We both liked the results and she 
even liked how the enemas made her feel. We made it part of our 
foreplay. She said it helped put her in the mood." He looked into her 
blue eyes. "Are you game?" 
     "For you I am," she replied. "You took a big chance with me. 
Now it's my turn to take a big chance with you." 
     "Today is Saturday. Have anything planned?" 
     She shook her head. "No. Nothing. Nothing that can't be put off 
'til tomorrow, that is." 
     "I can take a walk to the drugstore and get what we need. Then, 
we can have dinner together and come back here." He looked at the 
clock on her stand. "Eight-thirty. Want to get some breakfast?" 
     "Not a breakfast person, really." 
     "I'll want to shower and change." 
     "You can shower here." 
     "Then I'll have to put on the same clothes. I'll go to my place and 
shower. We'll get together this afternoon. It would give us a chance 
to run some errands or whatever." 
     "Mmm... I'd like that." 
     He swung his feet to the floor, stood and stretched. He began 
picking up his clothes. Chelsea approached him. "Jeff..." 
     They faced each other, nude. "You do have one sexy body," he 
said. 
     "Jeff ... I ... I...." She bit her lip. 
     "What's the matter? That pulse point in your neck is pounding 
again." 
     She drew in a breath. "Jeff I love you," she blurted. 
     "I know. I love you, too." They embraced and he ran his hand 
along the small of her back and buttocks. 
     "I was so scared to say it ... so scared to ruin what we have." 
     "How could that ruin it? It's not anything either of us didn't know 
... down deep that is." 
     "Not even that deep." 
     Jeff pulled on his jeans and shirt. "See you for dinner." 
     
 
     Jeff sat at his desk, working on an assignment. His roommate 
stepped in. 
     "So, there you are. Where were you all night?" 
     "I didn't know it was your night to watch me," Jeff replied. 
     "Well, your mom called around nine thirty." 
     He looked up. "What did she say?" 
     "She said she tried calling your cell but no answer." 
     "I had it switched off. What did you tell her?" 
     "I told her you were out." 
     "Hmm. Well, if you must know I was with Chelsea." 
     "Welly, welly, welly... How did that go?" 
     "You know, it's pretty crass to ask a guy that ... and even more 
crass for a guy to answer." 
     "Jeez ... sorry." 
     "You can surmise things went well enough for me to stay the 
night." 
     "Yeah ... right..." 
     "...And, I have a date with her tonight." 
     "So if your mom calls..." 
     "I'll call her first. You shouldn't need to field any calls for me." 
     "If I do -- is it okay to call your cell?" 
     "I'll switch it off." He saved his work and powered down his 
laptop. "I have an errand to run. Don't wait up for me, Ted." 
     "Don't worry -- I never do." 
     
 
     Jeff stepped into the Wheeler House lobby carrying a soft duffel. 
He took out his cell and called up Chelsea's number. 
     Hello? 
     "Chelsea -- it's me. I'm downstairs." 
     Be right there. 
     He cancelled the call and paced by the door leading to the 
residential floors. It opened and she approached him. They 
embraced and kissed. Jeff stepped back and scanned her up and 
down. 
     She was wearing a halter-style top, denim shorts and sandals. 
"You look terrific," he remarked. 
     "Thanks..." 
     He held up the duffel. "Maybe I can drop this in your room." 
     "Sure." 
     He followed her through the door and to her floor. She opened 
her room and he set the duffel inside. "This is what we'll need ... and 
a change of clothes. Ready for dinner?" 
     "I'm kinda nervous," she replied. "I don't have much appetite." 
     "If we don't eat now we'll be hungry later." 
     "Right." 
     Holding hands they made the walk to the quad cafeteria. Each 
picked up a tray and went through the line. Jeff selected a burger and 
fries while Chelsea made a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich. "That's 
all you're having?" he remarked. 
     "I told you -- I don't have much of an appetite." 
     "Actually... It's not good to have a heavy meal before an enema. 
Hannah and I discovered that the hard way." 
     "Hannah was your high-school girlfriend?" 
     "Right." 
     "I've been thinking about this evening all day," she said. "It's a 
wonder I got anything done." 
     "I've been thinking about it, too." He finished his soda. "I'll take 
your tray." 
     Holding hands again they headed back to her dorm. Chelsea 
closed and bolted her door. Jeff took his cell from his pocket and 
switched it off. He picked up his duffel, unzipped it and removed a 
bag from the corner pharmacy. From it he took a box containing a 
red bag fountain syringe. He opened the box and began assembling 
the apparatus. 
     Chelsea approached him. "That's what you meant by an enema? I 
thought you meant the little squeeze bottles." 
     "Those work by using a strong salt solution to stimulate the colon. 
Hannah and I tried it once. She didn't like how it made her feel -- too 
irritating. And, in the end she didn't feel clean, either." He held up the 
apparatus. "So, we tried a plain, large-volume tap water enema with 
much better results. The purpose of an enema is to make you go. The 
object of a large-volume one is to fill your entire colon. It works by 
the mechanical distention of your colon instead of irritating chemicals. 
It's a gentler, more natural action. And, it's more economical. Buy 
this once and use it forever. Don't worry -- I do know what I'm 
doing with this." 
     "Because of Hannah?" she asked, somewhat coldly. 
     "Yes, and my sister." 
     "Your sister?" 
     "I told you she was born with spina bifida. Because of that she 
couldn't control her bowels. She needed enemas ... three times a 
week. My mom pressed me into administering them to her from time 
to time." 
     "Sounds kinda ... strange," Chelsea remarked. 
     "She's my sister and I was the big brother. I love her. It was a 
treatment she needed and I was capable of administering it. Now 
she's old enough to do the enemas by herself. She still needs them 
three times a week. It's part of her routine." He carried the bag 
toward her bathroom. "I'll fill it up in here." 
     "Should I change into something?" she asked. 
     "We'll need something with access to your bottom." Jeff ran water 
in her sink until it felt warm enough and then held the bag under the 
stream to fill it. Then, he screwed on the cap with the hose attached, 
held it upside-down and opened the clamp to flush out any air. He 
carried the apparatus to her bed. 
     "Will this do?" Chelsea had slipped into a slip-style nightgown, the 
hem of which cut across the upper third of her thighs. It was of light 
blue cotton. The bodice clung to her compact breasts and Jeff could 
discern the outlines of her areolas through the thin fabric. 
     "That will do just fine. You look sensational in it, Chelsea. It 
matches your eyes. You wear that to bed?" 
     "Sometimes." She regarded the bulging red bag. "How much did 
you put in that?" 
     "Two quarts ... it's what an average adult colon can hold." He 
handed her a towel from her bathroom. "Spread this on your bed. 
Lie on your left side and draw up your knees." Jeff picked up a tube 
of personal lube and snapped open the cap. He squeezed some onto 
his finger. "I'm going to put some of this on your orifice. Just relax." 
He lifted the hem of her gown to expose her buttocks. "That is one 
nice, firm butt..." 
     With his left hand he spread her cheeks, exposing her pinkish-
brown anus surrounded by an oval of slightly darker pigmented skin. 
"You have a cute little pucker." 
     "You're an expert on that for sure." 
     "This might feel cold..." Jeff applied the glob of lube to her 
opening and worked his finger in, up to the first knuckle. "This is the 
nozzle," he said, holding it so she could see it. 
     "That looks like it's made for douching." 
     "It is, but it's also best for enemas. It's much less likely to slip out." 
     "You learned that the hard way, too I imagine." 
     "Indeed..." He squeezed lube onto the nozzle. "I'm going to put it 
in you now." Touching the tip to her opening he rocked it to ease it 
past her sphincter and then into her rectum. "You okay?" 
     "I guess ... didn't feel like much." 
     "We'll go slow," he said. "It shouldn't hurt. You might sense some 
fullness or bloating but no pain. If it hurts tell me. It means 
something's wrong. Understand?" 
     Chelsea nodded. "Understood." 
     "Try to keep relaxed." He held up the bag with his left hand and 
snapped open the clamp with his right. He squeezed and released the 
clamp to let the water into her in short bursts. 
     "Feeling pressure ... I can feel it filling and releasing ... strange 
sensation." 
     "Take long, deep breaths using your diaphragm. The motion of 
your muscles should help the enema flow in." 
     She began breathing slowly and deeply. Jeff watched the bag 
deflate. "You're doing really well. Any discomfort?" 
     "No ... not really." 
     He closed the clamp. "You're almost half done. Roll onto your 
back." 
     Chelsea complied and he opened the clamp again. She resumed 
her deep breathing. "I feel gurgles inside ... here," she said and 
pointed to her abdomen above her navel. She pointed to her right 
side. "Now, gurgles here. It is going deep into me." 
     "The goal is to fill your entire colon from end-to-end. You do 
remember your anatomy..." 
     "I should hope so as a pre-med major," she replied. "Now, I am 
starting to feel full." 
     "You're almost done." 
     "I think my stomach is bulging," she remarked. "Feeling really full, 
now ... bloated. I imagine if I had a big dinner it would be 
uncomfortable." 
     The bag empty, Jeff snapped shut the clamp. "You're done. Lift 
up and I'll take the nozzle." 
     "Now what?" 
     "Hold it until you feel a strong urge to go." 
     "I feel it now." 
     "Then, go," he said and watched her head into her bathroom. 
     Jeff occupied himself by looking at the titles of books and DVDs 
on her bookshelf. Chelsea stepped from the bathroom. 
     "How are you doing?" he asked. 
     "It definitely was an experience," she replied. "I had no idea how 
much ... stuff was inside me." She pressed her hand against her 
abdomen. "I'm not sure it all came out." 
     "Maybe you should have another enema," he replied. 
     Her eyes widened. "Another?" 
     "The best way to get the rest out is to send more in. It took two 
before Hannah felt cleaned out -- especially if it had been a few 
days." 
     Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Okay ... you're the expert." 
     Jeff carried the apparatus into her bathroom and refilled the bag. 
He found Chelsea lying in a fetal position on her bed. He set down 
the bag and picked up the tube of lube. "The same as before -- I'm 
going to put some of this on you." He spread her buttocks and 
worked lube into her anal canal. "Here comes the nozzle..." With a 
gentle rocking motion he eased the tip into her rectum and slid the 
nozzle in, up to its hilt. 
     "I think you can take this one on your back," he said. "This one 
should flow in more easily." Chelsea rolled onto her back and 
stretched her legs. "Get comfy... You do have pretty legs, Chelsea." 
     "So you've said." 
     "Ready?" He held up the bag. 
     "As I'll ever be." 
     Jeff snapped open the nozzle. "Try to stay relaxed ... and don't 
forget your breathing." 
     Chelsea took deep, long breaths and Jeff watched her belly rise 
and fall with each one. "I feel it. This one's warmer than the first." 
     "Is it too warm?" 
     "No. It is flowing in fast," she said. "I can feel warmth reaching 
deep into me." 
     "You seem more relaxed." 
     "This time I know what to expect... Mmm..." 
     "Mmm?" 
     "It actually feels kinda good ... the warmth. I'm starting to feel full, 
now." 
     "We don't know how much of the first enema is still be inside 
you." 
     She placed her palms on her belly. "Really full now." 
     "If it's too much we can stop. No sense trying to be a hero." 
     "I'm doing okay. Maybe we can stop and rest a moment?" 
     He closed the clamp. "Feels like less than a pint in the bag. Try 
rolling onto your right side. Gravity will force the enema higher into 
your colon." She rolled over. "Ready?" 
     "Ready." He snapped open the clamp. Chelsea smoothed her 
hand along her abdomen. "This does help. My stomach is getting 
huge." She made a slight giggle. "I look pregnant ... as if I could get 
pregnant." 
     "Relax your muscles ... let your belly fill. You're almost there ... 
done." He closed the clamp and pulled the nozzle from between her 
buttocks. 
     "I am so full ... but it doesn't hurt." 
     "Discomfort?" he asked. 
     "It's more just a different sensation... It's not discomfort ... it's not 
pleasant and it's not unpleasant ... In between, I guess. Not 
discomfort but almost. Heaviness is the best word for it. I want to 
go." 
     "I'll give you a hand." Jeff helped her stand. 
     "Look at me." She pulled the fabric of her gown taut against her 
distended abdomen. "It looks like I have a pregger belly." She 
regarded him. "Is that a bulge I see?" 
     "This is a sexy thing to do. I like seeing your full belly." 
     "If you excuse me -- I have an appointment with the commode." 
     Jeff returned to thumbing through her library. Shortly she emerged 
from her bathroom. "Wow," she exclaimed. 
     "Wow?" 
     "That's the word for it. The second one went in easier and it came 
out easier -- in long, gushes. I could feel my colon shrinking and my 
belly relaxing. It felt good pushing it out." She ran her hands along her 
belly. "I feel empty and relaxed inside, now. It's a really good feeling 
... and my stomach is flat." 
     "Your stomach always is flat." 
     "Not this flat. I usually have a little paunch. It's gone ... look." She 
stood sideways to him and pulled the fabric of her gown tight against 
her belly. "I never figured it was due to what was in my colon." 
     "So, overall -- not an unpleasant experience?" 
     "Not unpleasant at all. It actually felt good. I feel really good, 
now." 
     "How's your butthole feel?" 
     "A little tender from all the pooping, but okay ... and, clean." 
     "Let's let it rest for a while. I have an idea what we can do in the 
meantime." 
     "What's that?" 
     Jeff approached her. He gently lifted her glasses from her face. 
Then, he embraced her and they kissed. "I don't know if I like you 
better with or without your glasses," he remarked. 
     "Why would you like me better with them?" 
     "They make you look intelligent." 
     "I look stupid without them?" 
     "No. They emphasize your intelligence." Jeff slipped one arm 
behind her back and the other under her knees and scooped her up. 
He carried her to her bed and then sat with her on his lap. He 
caressed her knees and thighs. 
     They kissed long, passionate kisses, touching tongues and probing 
each other's mouth. "I love your face," he said. "I think you have a 
sexy body." 
     "I'm happy you appreciate it," she replied. 
     "Oh, I do..." He ran his fingers across her nipples. Chelsea 
moistened her lips with her tongue, drew in a deep breath and her 
eyelids dropped. "Feel good?" 
     She nodded. "I like how it feels through the fabric ... subtle." 
     "I love watching your face as you get aroused. It's very sexy." 
     "What's it look like?" 
     "Like something feels so good you lose yourself in the sensations." 
     "That's about what it's like." 
     He snagged one of her shoulder straps with his finger and slid it 
down her arm. Then he pulled back the bodice of her gown to 
expose her breast. "That is one sexy boobie." 
     "I'm glad you think so." 
     "It's amazing what hormones can do..." He cupped his hand under 
her breast, caressed her nipple with his thumb and he could feel it 
firming under his touch. Jeff uncovered her other breast and fondled 
both her nipples, alternating from left to right. 
     "Here," she said and stood, pulling her shoulder straps up. 
Chelsea hiked up the hem of her gown and lifted it, placing it on her 
chair. Jeff regarded her nude body from head to toe. 
     "You have a great body. I can hardly believe it." 
     "Like I said, I'm glad you appreciate it. I do the best with what I 
was given." 
     "You certainly do." Jeff lifted his polo shirt from his body and 
stripped off his jeans and briefs. 
     "You do well with what you've been given," she remarked and 
wrapped her fingers around his firmly erect manhood. 
     "You must by now have surmised that I'm not endowed with a 
porn star's package." 
     "I wouldn't know. I don't look at porn." 
     "What I'm saying is... I'm not too big and scary. You shouldn't 
have any difficulty taking me." 
     "I think you're nicely endowed, Jeff." 
     They embraced and kissed. Jeff turned down the covers to her 
bed and lay between her sheets, his back against her headboard. 
Chelsea lay between his legs with her back against his chest. "You 
like starting this way, don't you?" she said. 
     "I do. I can do this..." Jeff nuzzled her neck and shoulders while 
holding her tight around her waist. 
     "I like it when you do that." 
     He cupped his hand over her breast and caressed it from back to 
front and finishing each stroke with a tug on her nipple. Chelsea 
smoothed her hands along his thighs and gripped them as he stroked 
her breasts. "Feels really good. Mmm..." She began making soft 
whimpers in the back of her throat with each exhale. 
     "Let me know when you're ready for some action down below." 
     "Mmm... Been ready..." 
     "Why didn't you say something?" 
     "What you're doing feels good ... and you seem to be enjoying 
yourself." 
     "I am enjoying myself... Let's try this." He reached for the tube of 
lube and squirted a glob into his palm, curling his fingers around it to 
warm it. 
     Jeff wrapped his hand around her modest but firmly erect shaft 
and coated it with lube. He began massaging it languidly, up and 
down. With his left hand he continued to massage her breast and 
nipple. 
     "Feels really good..." Her lips parted and her breathing grew 
heavy. "Feels slippery ... more subtle..." Jeff could feel her shaft 
getting fuller and firmer. 
     "Mmm..." she leaned against him and squeezed his thighs. Jeff let 
go of her organ and fondled both her breasts. "Why did you stop? I 
was almost there." 
     "I wanted to tease you a bit. Anticipation is good, don't you 
think?" He returned his hand to her shaft and resumed stroking it. 
     "Mmm..." Chelsea's body grew limp against his and she dug her 
nails into his thighs. "Feeling good again... Mmm..." He lifted his hand 
and resumed fondling both her breasts. "You stopped again. Are you 
trying to frustrate me?" 
     "No. I'm trying to give you a whopper of an orgasm." He nuzzled 
her neck and shoulder and resumed stroking her shaft. 
     "Feels really good ... don't stop this time." 
     Her organ grew bigger and harder under his touch. He continued 
stroking her breast and pinching and rolling her nipple. He could feel 
her breath on his hand and he could feel her heart pounding. 
     "More," she gasped. "Don't stop ... MORE!" Chelsea drew in a 
breath and groaned. Her thighs trembled. Jeff squeezed her shaft in 
his fist and could feel it throbbing as her orgasm washed over her. 
     Her erection began to fade. She released her grip on his thighs 
and panted to regain her breath. "Good one?" he asked. 
     "It was the strongest, longest one I can remember. It made me 
sweaty." 
     "See? Anticipation IS good. Are you ready for me?" 
     "I think so. How do you want me?" 
     "Let's try doggie style." 
     She sat forward and rolled onto her side; then she got on her 
hands and knees. Jeff picked up the tube of lube and squirted some 
into his hand. "I'm going to put this on your hole," he said, "and, I'm 
going to try to dilate you a bit." He smeared a blob onto her anus and 
worked it in with his finger, this time going in deep. He felt her 
sphincter clamp down on him. "Just relax -- no reason to tighten on 
me." 
     "Sorry -- it was a reflex." 
     "No such thing as too much lube," he remarked and added more 
to her bottom. He stacked his first and second fingers and worked 
them into her orifice, then he spread them and rotated his wrist to 
expand her sphincter. "I think you're ready He took more lube from 
the tube and smeared it on his stiff shaft. Holding it at its base he 
pulled back his foreskin and pressed his glans against her dilated 
anus. It swallowed him, glans deep, easily. "I'm in," he said. 
     "So I feel." 
     "You okay?" 
     "So far." 
     "I'm going in further... Any discomfort tell me and I'll stop." 
     "Oh, rest assured." 
     Jeff lowered his stance slightly. Gently he eased his shaft into her 
rectum until his mons was against her buttocks. "You took all of me. 
Are you okay?" 
     "No pain," she replied. "It's a strange sensation, you filling me like 
this. I think I like it." 
     "Feels good to me," he said. "You're nice and tight. It's a 
wonderful rear view from here. You have a sexy back and shoulders, 
Chelsea." Jeff ran his hands along her sides and under her arms to 
caress her breasts. He moved his hand down her abdomen and 
grasped her semi-flaccid organ. "Can you come again?" 
     "After the orgasm you gave me? It'll take me a little while to 
recover. Don't let that stop you, Jeff. Go ahead and have yours." 
     He began gentle thrusting, pushing in slowly and pulling out more 
forcibly so he could get his stimulation on the draw. He could feel his 
arousal build and soon was on the brink of climaxing. He increased 
the vigor of his thrusting. 'Uhh ... uhh ... uhh..." he grunted. 
     He held her hips and pressed against her buttocks, pushing 
himself into her as deeply as he could, and groaned as he pumped his 
fluids into her depths. "Oh, Chelsea ... felt good." 
     "I felt it, too." 
     "Did I hurt you at all?" 
     "No. Not a bit." 
     He reached for a facial tissue from a box on her nightstand and 
held it around his shaft as he drew back. "Enema worked," he 
remarked. "No sign of ick at all." He used more tissues to dab excess 
lube from her bottom. "You should see what you look like back here. 
I can see into your rectum. I'm sure you'll be back to normal in no 
time." 
     He lay on his back and coaxed her to lie under his arm. "Cuddle?" 
     "Mmm..." She slipped her arm across his chest and pulled herself 
tight against him. 
     "So ... what do you think?" he asked. 
     "This all is so new to me, Jeff. I need some time to assimilate it 
all." 
     "It's new to me, too. You're the first ... trans-person I've ever 
gotten to know well." 
     "Maybe ... but you weren't a virgin yesterday morning. You've 
had other girlfriends and you've experienced anal sex. It's all a lot for 
me to digest." She caressed his cheek. "Don't worry -- I won't regret 
anything we did. I need to acclimate to the sensations and the 
feelings. I've opened myself to you in a way I've never done before. 
It's a little scary." 
     "You have nothing to fear from me, Chelsea. What you and I do 
behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. I don't kiss and tell 
and I'll never breathe a word of your little secret to anyone ... unless 
you want me to." 
     "I know you wouldn't. Hearing you say that means a lot." 
     "I can't predict where our relationship will go." 
     "I understand. Relationships are much more likely to end than 
endure. I'm realistic about that, Jeff." 
     "Do you know what my last girlfriend and I broke up over?" 
     "What?" 
     "A shrimp cocktail." 
     "A shrimp cocktail? It sounds so petty." 
     "It was. Truth is, we had been in trouble for a long time. Shrimp 
cocktail was just the catalyst." 
     "What happened?" she asked. 
     "I'll tell you some other time. I'm learning from my mistakes, 
Chelsea. I'll try not to make the ones I made with her ... with you. I'll 
promise you this, though. No matter what, I'll never use what I know 
about you as a weapon. I respect you and your struggle too much." 
     "I know... No matter what happens, I will cherish these nights." 
     "So will I." 
     "Jeff..." 
     "What?" 
     "Hold me. I love feeling you hold me." 

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                                Part IV

     Morning light roused Jeff. He opened his eyes and regarded 
Chelsea. She lay on her side facing him. "Morning," he said. 
     "Morning." 
     "Been awake long?" 
     "A while. I've been thinking." 
     "About..." 
     "About us." 
     "Starting to have regrets?" 
     "It's complicated. This weekend has been life changing for me, 
Jeff. I never imagined I could have this. I never imagined I could 
receive a man inside me and wake up with him beside me. It wouldn't 
have happened with anyone else, Jeff. You've been so gentle and 
patient ... understanding and open-minded." 
     "And, persistent?" 
     "Oh, that for sure. I told you being a trans-woman is about self-
identification..." 
     "I remember. Yesterday after I went back to my room I did some 
on-line reading about trans people. I understand what you're saying -
- as much as I can without living it. I didn't realize that some women 
are as hostile to you as men. I mean -- I can understand some 
homophobic dudebro regarding a sexy trans-woman as a threat to 
his hetero-manhood. But for other women?" 
     "Oh, yeah," she replied. "Some of the most virulent hate mail 
Quinn gets comes from women ... feminists, in fact. If Quinn goes on 
a feminist rant ... she gets some real vicious replies from other 
feminists ... who think she has no business being a feminist." 
     His eyes filled. "I don't understand it. I don't understand why we 
can't just accept each other for who we are." 
     "Oh Jeff... The way you accept me? You are sweet..." She 
stroked his cheek. "I told you I was comfortable with who I am. I 
was ... until now." 
     "What do you mean?" 
     "I want to investigate re-assignment surgery." 
     "You'd put yourself through that?" 
     "I'll do anything to please you, Jeff." She caressed his face. 
"Wouldn't you really rather have a girlfriend with a pussy instead of a 
dick?" 
     "I want you. I read about reassignment surgery. If you undergo 
that -- there's a good chance you'd lose your ability to feel orgasm." 
     "I know." 
     "It's an awful price to pay. Making you come is a big part of my 
enjoyment, Chelsea. I know you giving me one is a big part of your 
enjoyment. If you think you want reassignment surgery -- do it for 
you, not for me. I'm happy with you just the way you are." 
     Her eyes began to fill. "I'm thinking it just might be worth the risk. 
Wouldn't you like to be able to make love, face-to-face, like a 
normal couple?" 
     "But, Chelsea..." 
     "I mean, last night was wonderful. I loved feeling you fill me. I 
loved feeling your climax when you were inside me ... feeling you get 
bigger and harder and start throbbing as you came..." 
     "Chelsea..." 
     "Nonetheless, there was something about it that was a bit..." She 
held up her thumb and forefinger, almost touching. "...just a bit ... 
degrading. I've always thought one thing that elevates us above 
animals is that we make love, face-to-face ... as equals. There was a 
... a domination aspect that I didn't really care for..." 
     Jeff let out a shrill whistle and held is palm against his fingers in the 
Time Out gesture. "Chelsea... I agree with you one hundred percent. 
I want to make love to you, face-to-face -- as equals. What makes 
you think we can't?" 
     "I ... I just thought..." 
     "You assumed back door means rear entry. Chelsea -- I picked 
doggy style last night because I thought it would be easier for you for 
the first time. Really, there are few cis-hetero positions that can't be 
adapted to the back door. Hannah and I used to do anal missionary 
all the time. It was our favorite." 
     "Really?" 
     He kissed tears from her cheeks. "Really. All you need to do is to 
aim a little lower." 
     She giggled. "Hearing you say that ... makes me want to try it." 
     "Then, let's try it." 
     "Now?" she asked. 
     "Why not? It's early Sunday morning. I don't have anyplace to go. 
Do you?" 
     "No." 
     "Church?" 
     She smiled and shook her head. "I lost my religion when I was 
about ten ... when my folks let me live as a female. Our church 
expelled us ... our whole family. The pastor said it was sinful what we 
were doing and if we wanted to remain members we had to stand up 
in front of the congregation, admit our sins, repent and change our 
ways." 
     Jeff shook his head. "I've never been religious and the more I see 
of this sort of thing... It reminds me of what Gandhi said." 
     "What was that?" 
     "He was asked his opinion of Christianity. He said he liked Christ 
but didn't care for Christians. The ones he had met, he said, weren't 
very much like Christ." 
     "My folks said, screw it and we never looked back. We stopped 
going and we stopped caring. It was like getting fifty-two hours of 
your life back every year." 
     "So, are you game?" he asked. 
     "If you are." 
     "Oh, I sure am." 
     "Should we do another enema?" she asked. 
     "It's up to you. You got cleaned out pretty well last night and 
probably don't need one now." 
     "I think maybe we should. It might put me into the mood." 
     "It'll definitely put me into the mood. If you don't mind, I'll go 
whiz. Do you need to?" 
     "I was up earlier." 
     "I'll be right back." 
     Jeff stepped from Chelsea's bathroom. He picked up the fountain 
syringe. "I'll prepare your enema," he announced. 
     "Make it nice and hot like the second one last night. The hotter 
the better." 
     "Right..." He opened the tap in her sink and ran water until it 
warmed up. Holding the bag under the stream he filled it to the top 
and attached the cap. After flushing air from the hose he carried the 
bulging bag to her bed and began scanning the room. 
     "What are you looking for?" she asked. 
     "A place to hang this. I wonder if that curtain rod is strong 
enough..." He tugged on the bracket. "I think so." 
     "It's a little high, isn't it?" 
     "Yeah, but we can link a couple of coat hangers together ... if you 
have a couple to spare." 
     "There should be some in my closet." 
     Jeff removed two wire hangers. He hung them from the curtain 
rod bracket and used the syringe hanging hook to attach the red bag. 
"There... Hands-free operation." 
     Chelsea rolled to her left side and drew up her knees. Jeff opened 
the tube of lube. With his finger he worked some into her anus and 
smeared more on the nozzle. He spread her buttocks and slid the tip 
deeply into her rectum. "I think you can take this one on your back," 
he remarked. She rolled onto her back, her legs bent slightly. "I'll let 
you control the flow," he said and handed her the hose. "If you start 
feeling pressure, just pinch off the flow until it passes." 
     "Okay..." She snapped open the clamp. "Oh, it is nice and warm 
... flowing in easily... Mmm..." 
     Jeff knelt near her and began caressing her leg. He stroked the 
inside of her thigh and regarded the nozzle embedded deep in her 
pinkish-tan pucker. With his left hand he stroked her abdomen. 
"Nearly half done," he remarked as he glanced at the bag. "Your 
tummy is getting big already." He gently pressed on her left side 
under her ribcage. "I feel fullness here." 
     She put her hands on her sides. "Oh, yeah... I feel it, too." 
     He leaned over her and began kissing her belly. "You have a cute 
navel." He kissed her lower belly and noticed she was becoming 
erect. "You like this, don't you?" Jeff kissed and licked along the 
underside of her firming shaft. 
     "Mmm... I do..." 
     He began stimulating her glans with the tip of his tongue and her 
erection strengthened. Reaching under her bent knee he grasped the 
hose and began moving the nozzle in languid circles inside her rectum. 
With his free hand he caressed her breasts, alternating from side to 
side. 
     "Oh," Chelsea exclaimed, "this feels really good, Jeff ... really 
arousing. The warmth and pressure of the enema and what you're 
doing ... mmm ... mmm..." She opened her mouth and began panting. 
"I'm gonna come ... more!" 
     Jeff increased the vigor of his tonguing and pinched her nipple. 
Chelsea drew up her legs, grunted and gasped. He lifted his face 
from her and looked into her eyes. She drew in a breath and released 
it slowly. "Mmm... That felt GOOD!" She wiggled her hips, stretched 
out her legs and lifted her face. "Mmm..." 
     "Your face got pink... I love giving you orgasms," he remarked. "I 
feel your little peen pumping away even though the well is dry." He 
pinched the bag. "The enema is done. Let me take the nozzle." He 
closed the clamp. Chelsea lifted her knees and he plucked the tip 
from her bottom. Giving her his hand he helped her sit and then 
stand. 
     They embraced and kissed. "Everything together," she said, "...the 
warmth and fullness from the enema ... what you were doing... It 
amplified my orgasm." 
     "Seems to me you might be anal-erotic and more than a little." 
     "Lucky for you," she replied. 
     "Lucky for you, too." 
     "Now I have to go." 
     "Let's see that tummy." She stood sideways to him and smoothed 
her hand along her belly. "You look sensational nude. Not quite as 
big as last night, but I do see noticeable distention." 
     "You like seeing my big belly. I bet you're the sort of guy who 
thinks pregnant women are sexy." 
     "Some are," he replied. 
     "Not gonna happen. This is as close as you get. Be back in a 
few..." Chelsea headed into the bathroom and closed the door. 
     Jeff took down the bag and hangers and placed them on her 
desk. He stretched out in her bed and locked his fingers behind his 
head. 
     Chelsea emerged from her bathroom running her hands along her 
abdomen. "My tummy's flat again," she remarked. "Quite a bit more 
came out -- I was surprised. You know, when you said your old 
girlfriend enjoyed the enemas and they put her into the mood ... I 
thought that sounded really strange and more than a little kinky. I 
never expected something like that to feel so good." 
     "At least you were open-minded about it. Are you ready to try 
this?" he asked. 
     She lay on her bed beside him. "Can we foreplay a little?" 
     "Of course." He eased her onto her back and began smoothing 
his hands along her body. "How's that flat tummy feeling?" 
     "Empty, relaxed and mellow. I love that feeling." 
     Jeff began caressing her breasts, stroking her from under her arms 
forward and squeezing her nipples. "Mmm..." she sang with each 
stroke. 
     He turned his attention to her smooth and shapely legs, caressing 
her thighs. He moved his hand up and across her firming shaft, 
teasing her glans with the pads of his fingers. "I love how you touch 
me," she said. "It feels as if you're worshipping my body." 
     Jeff knelt and covered her hips and abdomen with kisses. "Are 
you ready to try missionary?" 
     "Tell me what I need to do." 
     "Lie flat on your back and draw up your legs as far as you can. If 
you need to, you can hold them behind your knees and pull them 
back." 
     Chelsea lifted her thighs, grasped her legs and drew them back. 
Jeff picked up the lube and squeezed some onto his finger. "Like last 
time I'm going to lube you and dilate you a bit..." He worked first one 
and then two fingers into her anus, rotating his wrist to relax and open 
her sphincter. Then he smeared his stiff member with the slippery gel. 
Holding his shaft he aimed at her opening and pressed against her. 
     Her anus admitted him without difficulty and he eased himself in. 
He watched her pinkish- brown opening expand to admit him and his 
shaft disappear into her. Once he was most of the way inside he lay 
atop her. Gently he rocked his hips to drive himself in the rest of the 
way. Chelsea's eyes widened and her mouth gaped. "Are you all 
right? Am I hurting you?" 
     She shook her head. "No... Feels really good, Jeff. Really good." 
     "Feels really good to me, too. You feel like warm, moist velvet 
inside." 
     "Can we just lie here like this for a while so we can savor the 
intimacy?" 
     "Certainly... You can put your legs down or whatever." She 
twined her legs with his. "I like feeling your smooth legs against mine." 
He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her lips. "You are so 
pretty." 
     Chelsea bit her lip and shook her head. "Uhn-uhn," she said. 
     "But you are. I love your blue eyes, cute nose and freckles... I 
love your apple cheeks when you smile. I had some kind of a crush 
on you last year when I saw you around campus..." Her eyes began 
to fill. "Now what's wrong?" 
     "Oh, Jeff..." She sniffled. "It's as if ... as if I found something that I 
never knew I was missing. I feel whole as a woman and I never 
realized I was incomplete. I need this without ever knowing I needed 
it." 
     "It's powerful stuff, isn't it?" 
     "Yes, it is." 
     He kissed tears from her face. "I found something I never knew I 
was missing, too," he said. 
     "What?" 
     "A woman whose mind is as beautiful, as attractive and as sexy as 
her body." 
     "Oh. Jeff..." She smiled. "I'm okay now. I was just overwhelmed 
for a moment. Jeff -- I have never felt intimacy like this ... ever ... 
with anyone. It's wonderful." She held the back of his head and they 
kissed. "I love you, Jeff," she said as she caressed his shoulder 
blades and buttocks. 
     Chelsea began rocking her hips. "Mmm... When I move like this I 
get some stimulation." 
     "Inside or out?" he asked. 
     "Both ... but especially inside." 
     "I must be up against your prostate ... or, whatever is left of it 
after all the hormones." 
     "It feels really good." She continued rocking her hips. 
     Jeff lifted onto his elbows and began fondling her breasts. "What if 
we add this to the mix?" 
     "That feels good too." She smiled. "When you started touching me 
I felt you get bigger and firmer." 
     "It's what your body does to me." 
     "Mmm ... feels good... More... Just nipples." Jeff pinched her 
small but firm nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Chelsea 
increased the cadence of her rocking. "Oh, God, Jeff! I'm gonna 
come! More!" 
     He added his own rocking and pinched her nipples harder. 
Chelsea closed her eyes, lifted her face and groaned. Jeff could feel 
her internal muscles throbbing against his firmly erect shaft. He began 
a gentle in-out thrusting, going in gently and taking friction on the pull. 
"Touch me," he said. 
     Chelsea put her hands on his sides and pressed her thumbs 
against his nipples. His arousal built and he sensed his climax was 
near. Then, orgasm exploded in his loins. He pushed into her and 
grunted as he ejaculated. 
     "I felt that," she said. "I felt you get harder and then throbbing as 
you squirted your sperm into me." 
     "I felt yours, too. I could feel your muscles pulsing against me." 
He started to lift up. 
     "Don't leave yet," she said. She held his face and guided it to her 
lips. "Feeling your body against mine ... holding you ... feeling you 
hold me... I don't have words to describe it, Jeff." 
     Jeff's erection was fading fast and he popped out of her. Chelsea 
feigned an expression of dismay. He rolled onto his back. "How are 
you feeling?" he asked. 
     "Mellow. That's the word for it. I still feel it." Chelsea lay atop 
him. "Am I too heavy?" 
     "No ... not right now." 
     "I love feeling the closeness." 
     Jeff held her across her shoulder blades and the small of her back. 
He smoothed his palms along her buttocks and explored her 
crevasse between them with his fingertips. He lingered on the 
wrinkled skin of her anus. "Feels like you're almost back to normal 
already." 
     Chelsea stroked his cheek. "Is something wrong?" she asked. 
     "No. Why?" 
     "You kinda looked like you were about to bust out crying." 
     "I wasn't. I was thinking how lucky I am to have you. Chelsea -- I 
fell in love with your mind before I fell in love with your body." 
     "That's about the nicest thing you could've said to me." She kissed 
his lips and snuggled against his chest. "Mmm... This feels really 
good..." 
     Jeff ran his hands along her back and smooth, firm buttocks. He 
could feel the muscles in her body relaxing and her breathing slowed 
and became regular. Her legs twitched as she drifted into sleep. 
     She began to feel heavy on him so he eased himself from under 
her and held her along side. He closed his eyes. 
     Jeff aroused from his slumber and regarded the clock on her 
nightstand. Chelsea was still next to him, her arm across his chest. He 
brushed some of her coarse, chestnut hair from her forehead and 
kissed her. "Mmm..." She roused. "What time is it?" 
     "Almost noon." 
     "We slept for more than three hours?" 
     "That's right." 
     "It was delicious sleep. I had wonderful dreams." 
     "About what?" 
     "About us. I wish we could go on like this forever..." 
     "So do I. However -- neither of us are breakfast people but I am 
definitely a lunch person." 
     "Do you know what I want for lunch?" 
     "What?" 
     Chelsea smiled and wrinkled her nose. "More Jeff." 
     "More? You want more? I do believe I've unleashed a monster ... 
a sexual monster." 
     "Mmm... You're not getting this monster back into her cage. I 
want to do you ... all by myself." She kissed his lips. "I have some 
pizza in my microfridge we can microwave. And, I have some soda. 
We won't go hungry." 
     She coaxed him onto his back and knelt by his knees. Chelsea 
began running her hands up and down his legs. She caressed his arms 
and his chest, working her fingers in circles on his nipples. Smoothing 
her palms along his sides she ran her fingers through his pubic hair 
and wrapped her fingers around his stiffening manhood. 
     "I love seeing you naked," he remarked. "I love your pale skin." 
     "I keep out of the sun," she replied. "It's better for you." 
     Chelsea knelt over his chest, facing his feet. Supporting herself on 
her elbows she crouched low. "Maybe while I play with you, you can 
prep me like you did before." 
     He caressed her thighs and bottom. "This is one sexy view..." He 
leaned forward and kissed her buttocks. Spreading her he kissed her 
anus and began rimming it with the tip of his tongue. 
     Chelsea giggled. "Eww... You really want to do that?" 
     "I do. I want to show you that you're not dirty. It's just life ... a 
natural part of being human." He picked up the lube and worked 
some into her opening. As before he used his fingers to dilate her and 
relax her sphincter. "I think you're ready. That bottom of yours is 
getting the hang of this." 
     She reached for the lube and smeared some on his stiff member. 
"I think you're ready, too." 
     Chelsea rolled off of him and knelt over his hips, this time facing 
him. She grasped her buttocks to spread herself. Jeff held his shaft at 
its base and aimed its tip towards her orifice. She lowered herself 
and he eased into her. "Okay -- I'm in." 
     She lowered herself onto him and stopped abruptly. "Something 
doesn't feel right," she said, lifted slightly and tried again. "It's not 
working..." 
     "Here... Lean forward," Jeff coaxed her into a crouching posture. 
"Now try lowering yourself." Gingerly she eased onto his hips, her 
eyes wide and mouth open. "You okay?" 
     She nodded. "Uh-huh... Feels good." 
     "Remember -- your rectum lies parallel to the base of your spine, 
but your anal canal is at an angle. Once you're in past your sphincter, 
you need to tilt backward to avoid running into the wall of your 
rectum. It's how I did it the other times." 
     "You did it so smoothly I didn't realize what you were doing." 
     "It's good to remember when you're inserting anything hard in 
there." 
     "Like an enema nozzle?" 
     "Or, a vibrator." Chelsea grinned at his remark. "Now that I'm in, 
you can straighten up a bit." 
     She raised her shoulders so she knelt atop him, still at an angle, 
with her hands on his chest. She lifted her face, her eyes rolled back. 
"Oh, Jeff -- this feels really good. It's like it felt when you were on 
top of me ... only you're in deeper and the sensations are stronger." 
     "I'm up against your prostate again?" 
     "Yeah..." She began flexing the muscles in her buttocks to ride 
him gently. "Is this good for you?" 
     "Yeah ... that's good." He ran his hands along her thighs. "You 
have such terrific legs and smooth skin." Jeff wrapped his fingers 
around her erect shaft. 
     "That feels nice," she said. "Just hold it -- don't stroke it. I want to 
do this by myself." 
     Chelsea rode him with increased vigor. She closed her eyes and 
placed one hand on her chest, her fingertip stroking her nipple. Jeff 
felt her erection strengthen. 
     She began grunting from the exertion. "Ohhhh," she groaned and 
Jeff felt spasms in her pelvic muscles and her shaft throbbing. He 
began stroking the underside of her glans. 
     Chelsea drew in a breath and let it out as a strangulated cry. Her 
thighs shook. "Oh, GOD!" she gasped. Jeff felt more of her spasms. 
He released his grip and caressed her thighs. "Where are you?" she 
gasped. "Aren't you coming?" 
     "Soon," he grunted. "If there's any Jeff left by now, that is." 
     Chelsea returned to riding him and she began pinching his nipples. 
Jeff flexed muscles in his loins to drive himself toward climax. He 
closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. 
     It happened. He let go of her thighs and drew in a breath. 
"Ahhh..." he exclaimed as he ejaculated. "Mmm... That was 
something Hannah and I had never tried." He grabbed some facial 
tissues to clean them both off. 
     She lay beside him and wrapped her arms and legs around him. 
Caressing his face she kissed his lips. "Oh, Jeff... It felt so good. I 
never imagined it could feel that good." 
     "Do you know why it was so good?" 
     "Why?" she asked. 
     "We were using sex to communicate." 
     "Mmm... I LOVE communicating...." She held him and caressed 
his shoulders. "I still feel it. My tissues are throbbing ... but it's a good 
throbbing. Do you still feel it?" 
     "Yes, I still feel it. Those tissues weren't designed for this ... that's 
why we need to be gentle." 
     "I love gentle." 
     "You'll toughen up." He kissed her. "Now do you believe me 
when I say you're a beautiful and sexy woman?" 
     "Yes... I received your communication loud and clear." 
     "Chelsea ... we need to get up." 
     "I don't want to let go." 
     "But we need to. I had a ton of work I had planned to do this 
weekend ... and there's not much weekend left." 
     "I know..." 
     "I need to do well. If I lose my scholarship ... I'll have to leave this 
place. How can we see each other?" 
     "I know... I have a scholarship, too." 
     "I think we should study together ... work on projects together. 
Even if it's not for the same class ... we can bounce ideas off each 
other." 
     "I like that idea." 
     "You can help me with my writing. I can help you with some of 
the analytical stuff. We can be together weekends." 
     "Weekends are so far apart," she said with a mock pout. "Do you 
have morning classes every day?" 
     "On Thursdays my first class is at eleven." 
     "I'm open Thursday mornings, too." 
     "Want to get together Wednesday evening?" he asked. 
     "Maybe by then I'll be in the mood for another enema." 
     "I know some other positions you might like to try." 
     "Like what?" 
     "I think you might like spooning. It's another rear-entry technique, 
but it's snuggly." 
     "Like how you like to start foreplaying?" 
     "Exactly," he replied. 
     "Mmm... Sounds like something I'd like to try." 
     "So... Wednesday?" 
     "It's a date." 
     "I thought you didn't go on dates." 
     She traced his lips with her finger. "For you I'll make an 
exception." 
     "We should shower and get dressed. You go first," he said. 
"Unless there's room for us to shower together." 
     Chelsea grinned. "It's a tight squeeze." 
     Together they headed for her bathroom. From a cabinet she took 
a towel. "You can use this. I'll start the water." 
     They stepped into the standing shower. Jeff squeezed some 
shower gel into his palm and began soaping Chelsea's body with it. 
He ran his hands up and down her legs and applied suds to her 
buttocks. She washed his chest. Facing her he applied gel to her 
breasts and worked up a lather. He looked into her blue eyes as he 
fondled her nipples, slick with suds. 
     Chelsea returned the favor. They stood, massaging each other's 
breasts. Jeff reached down and wrapped his fingers around her small 
but stiff organ and began stroking her up and down. She did the 
same to his and they embraced, holding each other tightly as the 
warm water sprayed down on them from the showerhead. He could 
hear her panting in his ear. 
     She dug her nails into his shoulder and groaned. He released his 
grip on her member. She redoubled the vigor of her stroking of his 
shaft. His climax approached and he pressed his hips against hers, 
ejaculating between their abdomens. 
     He stood back and each washed his semen from the other's belly. 
"I think you got the last drop out of me. Are we horny or what?" he 
asked. 
     "We be horny," she replied. 
     "I think I'm clean." 
     "I have to do my hair yet. I'll need some extra room to flip it 
over." 
     "While you're finishing up I'll straighten up your room." 
     He dried himself with the towel she had given him. Then, he 
dressed in clean clothes from his duffel. Jeff disassembled the enema 
syringe and put the components back into the box. He straightened 
her bed. 
     She stood in the doorway to her bathroom drying her hair with a 
hand dryer. "It's not fully dry but good enough," she said as she put 
the appliance away in a drawer. Chelsea slipped into a blue satin bra 
and matching briefs and selected a short denim skirt and a short-
sleeved blouse from her closet. 
     "I'll warm up the pizza," she said, opening the door to a waist-high 
refrigerator topped by a microwave oven. "There are paper plates in 
that drawer." 
     "Where did you get the pizza?" 
     "We had a floor party a few days ago. This was left over and the 
girls who organized it said I could take it." She slipped slices onto a 
paper plate and into the microwave; then she pressed the start 
button. 
     Jeff approached her and embraced her. He kissed her lips. "So, 
tell me... Will this weekend find its way into Quinn Vergennes's 
blog?" 
     "It has to -- it must. Quinn's readers will want to know what 
happened. Her last post was musing on her upcoming quote-unquote 
date." 
     "What will she write?" 
     "I don't know, yet. I still have thoughts and feelings to assimilate. 
She won't go into detail..." 
     "To protect your privacy," he interjected. 
     "And, because what goes on behind Quinn's bedroom door is as 
private and personal as what goes on behind mine. Her readers will 
be happy to learn that she found love." 
     "I'm delighted for her." 
     "I think she has a title for her post, though." 
     "What's that?" 
     "I think it'll be ... This girl ... is a woman, now." 

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                               Part V

     Jeff and Chelsea sat in adjacent seats on a regional jet. They held 
hands as they awaited the closing of the cabin door. "I don't fly well," 
she said. 
     "I can't believe your parents are paying to fly us home for 
Christmas." 
     "When I told them I had a serious boyfriend, they wanted to meet 
him." 
     "And, I can't believe they're facilitating you meeting my folks." 
     "We celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve," she said. "I mean, 
we have our big Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve but we open 
presents on Christmas morning. After that, my mom said we could 
take her car and drive to your home." 
     "Right. My folks will hold Christmas 'til we get there. It's only 
about an hour and a half drive even though it is over the state line." 
     "I've never been across the state line," she replied. 
     "No?" 
     "No. No reason to go there." 
     "Now you have a reason." 
     "Are you nervous about meeting my parents?" she asked. 
     "No." 
     "You should be." 
     "Why do you say that?" 
     "Well... My mom's okay but my dad... I mean, I know he loves 
me. He can be pretty stern." 
     "What's he doing? I know your mom is a psychologist." 
     "My dad owns a laminating business -- about a hundred 
employees. He makes custom products." 
     "Hmm... He must be a good manager." 
     "He's a tough boss. When I worked for him he treated me like 
every other employee ... strict but fair. He's a no- nonsense sort of 
guy." 
     "Are you nervous about meeting my folks?" he asked. 
     "Yes." 
     "You shouldn't be." 
     "I'm afraid I'll turn into a whimpering blob of jelly." 
     "My folks will love you -- I guarantee it. What do you think our 
sleeping arrangements will be? I mean -- my folks will want us in 
different rooms so as not to scandalize Beth." 
     "Beth's your sister? The one with..." 
     "The one with spina bifida, yes. She's my only sister. I don't have 
other siblings." 
     "How old did you say she was?" 
     "Fifteen. My folks will think the two of us sleeping together would 
make a bad precedent. That doesn't mean we can't sneak off for 
some necking." Chelsea giggled. "What about your folks?" 
     "I dunno... We'll need to play it by ear. It think my mom would be 
okay with us sleeping together. My dad's a tougher nut." 
     The cabin crew closed the door and began running through the 
aircraft's safety material. Jeff felt the wheel brakes release and the jet 
was pushed back from the jetway. After several minutes of taxiing, 
the craft sat poised for takeoff. 
     "I hate flying," Chelsea said. 
     "Flying isn't so bad. It's the takeoff and landing..." 
     "That's for sure." 
     The engines revved up and the two were forced into their seats by 
the acceleration. Chelsea gripped Jeff's hand. She closed her eyes. 
     After a flight of about forty-five minutes the aircraft began its 
descent, landing at its destination. Jeff and Chelsea took their carryon 
bags from the overhead bins and headed toward the concourse. As 
they passed the security checkpoint Chelsea broke into a sprint and 
headed toward a slender woman whose chestnut hair was streaked 
with gray. Jeff trotted after her, dragging their bags. 
     "Jeff," Chelsea said, "this is my mom." 
     She extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you. Chelsea has told 
me all about you." 
     "Mostly good things," Chelsea added. 
     "Mostly?" Jeff regarded Chelsea's mother. He could see features 
common to both their faces -- the same upturned nose, strong jaw 
and blue eyes. "Pleased to meet you, too, Mrs Lane," he said. "I see 
where Chelsea gets her good looks." 
     "Call me Livia. And, young man... Flattery will get you ... 
everywhere. Come -- I'm parked in the short-term lot. Did you have 
a good flight?" 
     "As good as any," her daughter remarked. 
     "Looks like no white Christmas this year," Jeff remarked. 
     "No," Livia replied. "Not like last year ... we were snowed in." 
     The three approached a black, late model BMW X5. Livia 
pressed a button on her key and the doors unlocked. Jeff stashed 
their bags in the rear and sat beside Chelsea in the back seat. They 
held hands and locked fingers. "You two look like a happy couple," 
Livia remarked. 
     "Oh, we are," Chelsea replied. 
     "Chelsea told me about you, too," Jeff said. 
     "Also, mostly good," Chelsea interjected. 
     "I understand you're a counselor..." 
     "That's right -- at the health clinic at the local university. We're off 
for the break so I have a little vacation." 
     Livia drove a short distance on the Interstate and then turned onto 
a county trunk. The landscape became more rural, with rolling hills. 
"This is pretty country," Jeff remarked. "Out my way it's much more 
flat." 
     "It's a glacial area," Livia explained. "The hills are drumlins and 
eskers left over when the ice age ended." 
     She turned onto a country lane and parked the car near a white 
farmhouse. Jeff regarded the structure -- he saw a modern addition 
on an older house. To the left was a neatly painted barn. "I'll get the 
bags," he said and opened the rear hatch. 
     Livia led him into the lower level of the new addition. "This is our 
guest suite," she said. 
     "This is very nice." 
     "You have your own bath and rec area." 
     Chelsea joined them. "I put my bag in my room," she said. 
     "Once you get settled," Livia said, "Chelsea, dear... You're just in 
time to help me get the turkey into the oven." 
     "Be right there..." 
     "This is really nice," Jeff remarked as he sat on the queen-sized 
bed in the guest bedroom. 
     "A lot nicer than my room," Chelsea replied. "My mom and dad 
built this for my grandmother. She lived here ... until she passed 
away. Now it's guest quarters." She took his hand. "Come..." 
     She led him upstairs to a gourmet chef's kitchen in the newer 
addition. "Where's Daddy?" she asked her mother. 
     "He's out back -- playing with his new toy." 
     "New toy?" Chelsea asked. 
     Her mother rolled her eyes. "Don't ask..." 
     "Come -- I'll introduce you." Chelsea led Jeff outside into the 
back yard. 
     "This is all your land?" he asked. 
     "Yes -- the old family farm -- two hundred acres. Daddy rents 
some of the fields out to a local farmer. He gets some tax relief for 
keeping it in production." 
     The back yard stretched flat for a hundred yards before rising on 
the slope of a drumlin. At about the halfway point Jeff could see a 
man standing near a collapsible bench. Nearby was a garden tractor 
with a cart attached. About twenty- five feet from the bench were a 
row of a half-dozen, plastic, gallon milk jugs filled with water and 
beyond that at three times the distance was a frame with a paper 
target attached. 
     The man put on a pair of ear protectors and picked up an 
automatic handgun. "Daddy!" Chelsea yelled. 
     He turned around, regarded them, put down the pistol and took 
off the ear protectors. Chelsea ran to him and hugged him. "Daddy -- 
this is Jeff. I told you about him." 
     "Pleased to meet you, Mr Lane," Jeff said. 
     "I'll leave you two to talk," Chelsea said. "Mommy needs me in 
the kitchen." Jeff watched her sprint back toward the house. 
     Her dad opened a tackle box and handed Jeff a pair of foam 
earplugs. "You better put these in." 
     Jeff stuffed the plugs into his ears. "Chelsea's mom said you have 
a new toy. Is that it?" 
     Her father picked up the pistol. "Yes... Just got it last week from 
a collector. It's an old Army service pistol ... Colt 45 automatic. I 
needed to replace some parts but now it's as good as new." He slid a 
magazine loaded with cartridges into the grip and racked the slide to 
chamber a round. Then, he slipped on the ear protectors, aimed at 
one of the jugs and fired. The target exploded with a spray of water. 
"Imagine what that would do to a man..." He turned to Jeff. "Ever 
handle one of these?" 
     "Can't say that I have." 
     Lane aimed and fired at the next jug and it burst. "You know -- I 
love my daughter. I really don't know what I'd do if anybody hurt 
her." He fired another round that missed its target. "I'd lump into that 
category anyone who led her down a primrose path." 
     "I'm not sure I'm following you," Jeff said. 
     "When Chelsea told us she had a boyfriend ... and a serious one 
at that ... her mother and I were surprised. She never dated in high 
school ... never dated anyone in her life as far as we knew. How did 
you two connect?" 
     "I'm sure Chelsea has told you the story." 
     "I want to hear it from you." 
     "We're in a class together. She's pre-med. I'm a chem major. 
We're both in the same technical elective -- Medical Analytics. She 
and I were assigned to work on a project together -- which we aced, 
by the way. While we were working together we discovered we 
have a lot in common." 
     Lane made a snort. "I imagine you'll discover you have more in 
common than you bargained for." 
     Jeff regarded him for a long moment. "If that's a ... a veiled 
reference to the fact that Chelsea is a trans-woman ... well, I'm fully 
aware of that." 
     "And you stick around, anyway. What are your intentions?" 
     "My intentions? I intend to stand by her." 
     "I can't help think that some day one of you will find yourselves ... 
less than satisfied." 
     Jeff could feel his blood pressure rising. "Mr Lane -- I fell in love 
with the woman who lives inside Chelsea's body. If that body isn't a 
perfect fit ... it doesn't diminish my feelings for the woman inside. I 
normally wouldn't say this to the father of my girlfriend, but Chelsea 
and I have a varied, interesting and fully satisfying love life." 
     Lane raised his eyebrows. "Indeed... Have you thought about 
family?" 
     "No. We haven't broached that topic." He paused to collect his 
thoughts. "If we should come to that bridge ... we'll have options. 
There's adoption ... surrogates... Mr Lane -- Chelsea's situation isn't 
a new one. It's been around for as long as we've been human. 
Modern technology can solve a lot of Chelsea's problems. What it 
can't solve is the hostility some segments of our society have toward 
her and her kind. Chelsea has been very fortunate. She has parents 
of means who ... who if they don't exactly understand what's she's 
going through, they at least took her seriously when she told them if 
she couldn't live as a female, she inevitably would take her own life." 
     Lane clenched his jaw and Jeff could see the muscles in his face 
working. 
     "Chelsea has lived a sheltered and guarded life," Jeff continued. 
"Now she's grown and in college to start a career. If she's going to 
succeed she's going to need to start taking some risks, socially. I 
think she'll be much more likely to succeed with someone who loves 
her at her side, giving her support." 
     "Are you saying she needs a beard?" Lane asked. 
     "A beard is there to provide cover. It's fraudulent, actually. 
There's nothing phony about my love for Chelsea or her love for me." 
Jeff felt his eyes burning and he tried to steel himself so he wouldn't 
start shedding tears. "You asked my intentions, sir. You have them." 
     Lane regarded him and nodded. "You speak the truth, young 
man; and you speak wisely. Where do you think you two are in your 
relationship?" 
     "I'd say we're beyond going steady but not quite engaged." 
     "Do you intend to pop the question?" 
     "When the time's right." Jeff snorted. "Chelsea and I both know 
each other's minds so well, I probably won't even have to pop it. 
We'll just know." 
     Lane picked up the pistol. "You said you never handled one of 
these. Want to give it a try?" he asked as he handed the gun to Jeff. 
"Safety's there." 
     Jeff tested the arm for balance. He flicked off the safety, held it 
two-handed, took aim and squeezed off a round. "Not bad," he 
remarked. "No, I've never fired one of these. I'm more of a revolver 
guy." He squeezed off another round. "When I was little, my dad was 
into Civil War re-enacting. He got me interested in black-powder 
shooting. I have a replica Colt 44 Army revolver ... cap 'n' ball. It's 
single action so I have to remind myself that I don't have to keep 
cocking the hammer with this one." 
     "Black powder ... cap 'n' ball... I would like to see that," her 
father replied. Jeff squeezed off another round and then two more. 
He set the safety and handed the pistol to Chelsea's dad. Lane 
snorted. "Five shots, five misses..." 
     "I don't think so. I wasn't aiming at the jugs. I was going for the 
target on the frame. I think I hit it at least once ... low and to the left. 
Probably because it's not sighted in for me." 
     "Your eyes are better than mine..." Lane picked up a pair of 
binoculars and peered at the target. He handed them to Jeff. Through 
the glass he could see five holes, low and to the left, making up a 
pattern about five inches across. "I haven't been able to hit that 
sucker once at this distance." He offered Jeff his hand. "You're okay, 
Jeff. It's nice to meet a young man who has a pair." 
     "Thanks, Mr Lane." 
     "Call me Chet. Help me put this stuff in the cart. We'll break out 
the ATVs and I'll give you a tour of the place. Who knows? It might 
be yours some day." 
     
 
     Jeff sat beside Chelsea in the living room. They held hands, 
bathed in the light of her parents' Christmas tree. The room was 
located in the old part of the house and he regarded some of the 
architecture. "That was some dinner you and your mom put together. 
I'm stuffed." 
     "Me, too..." She snuggled against him. 
     "What's the plan?" he asked. 
     "Well... We can both go to our rooms. Once Mommy and Daddy 
are in bed I can sneak down to the guest quarters." 
     "How late do they stay up?" he asked. 
     "Usually not late -- they're usually upstairs by nine-thirty. Their 
bedroom is in this part of the house. The guestroom is pretty isolated. 
We'll have privacy." 
     "Sounds like a plan." He leaned and kissed her cheek and she 
snuggled closer to him. 
     "I don't know if your dad was trying to scare me with that pistol," 
he said to her quietly. "How should a guy take if the first thing his 
girlfriend's dad says is, I don't know what I'd do to anybody who 
hurt my daughter... BLAM! Ever see what a 45-ACP slug does to a 
body? Kinda like what it does to these milk jugs... BLAM!" 
     "Is that really what he said? Oh, Jeff... I'm so sorry. That's not 
how I wanted you to meet him." 
     "It's okay. He was vetting me out in his own way. In fact, it's a 
little amusing. It's the sort of thing we'll be laughing about years from 
now. I think, if we're going to laugh about something years from now, 
we might as well laugh at it now." 
     "I don't think it's funny. I'm not laughing now and I won't be, 
later." 
     "I like your dad. I think I understand him and I think he likes me. 
He told me I could call him Chet." Realization washed over him. 
"That isn't, by any chance, short for Chester ... is it?" 
     She nodded. "It is." 
     "So, when you were born ... you were..." 
     "Chester Thomas Lane, Junior," she replied. 
     Jeff cradled his head in his hand. "My God... That must've been a 
bitter pill he had to swallow." 
     "It was ... we got through it, together. I love my dad and I know 
he loves me." 
     "That I can tell." 
     Livia stepped into the living room. "Well, don't you make a cute 
couple. Stay there -- let me get the camera." 
     "Oh, Mommy -- please no photos," Chelsea complained. 
     "Nonsense. You two look like you're made for each other." She 
dashed from the room and returned with a small, digital camera. 
"Now, smile." Chelsea rolled her eyes and then smiled. The camera 
flashed. "One more... Good." 
     Jeff stretched. "That dinner is making me sleepy. I think I'll turn 
in." 
     "Me, too," Chelsea said. "Say good night to Daddy for us, will 
you?" Chelsea headed up the stairs while Jeff headed toward the 
newer addition. 
     He undressed to his briefs, turned down the covers and slid 
between them. Latching his fingers behind his head he waited. The 
nightstand clock read 9:15. 
     He waited. The clock read 9:45 ... and then 10:00. 
     Jeff was having trouble keeping his eyes open. When the clock 
read 10:15 he reached up and switched off the nightstand lamp. 
     Sleep was almost upon him when he heard a rap at the door. He 
sat up and switched on the light. "Yeah?" 
     "Jeff?" He heard Livia's voice. 
     Jeff pulled the covers to his chin. "It's open." 
     The door swung open and Livia stepped inside with her daughter 
behind her. Chelsea wore a floor-length, flannel nightgown and her 
hair was tied in a bushy ponytail. She was grinning from ear to ear. 
     "We were having a nice mother-daughter talk," Livia said. "We 
concluded that Chelsea really belongs in here, with you. Wouldn't 
you agree?" 
     "Oh, yes. Whole heartedly." 
     Livia stepped into the hallway and brought Chelsea's bag into the 
room. She hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek. "Good night, 
sweetheart," she said. "We'll see you in the morning." Livia closed the 
door behind her. 
     "Is that what you wear to bed?" he asked. 
     "Here it is. The heat in my room isn't very good." 
     "Well... Lose the Sound of Music nightgown and I have a better 
way to stay warm." 
     Chelsea unbuttoned the gown and lifted it over her shoulders. She 
stood before him, nude save for a pair of briefs. 
     "Your body takes my breath away. Every time I see you nude, it's 
the same thrill as the first time." 
     She smiled and wrinkled her nose. "Really?" She hopped in bed 
with him. They embraced and kissed. 
     "Wait a minute..." Jeff hopped from the bed and opened his large 
suitcase. "I have something for you ... a Christmas present. I didn't 
think you'd want to open this one in front of your folks. I wasn't sure 
if we'd need to wait 'til we got back on campus." 
     "Why? What is it?" 
     "Be surprised." He handed her a box, wrapped in colorful paper. 
     She tore open the wrapping and opened the box. From it she 
took a tube of personal lubricating gel. Chelsea's jaw dropped and 
she stared at him, wide eyed. "There's more in there," he said. 
     She lifted some paper and took out a pack of batteries and then 
another long, narrow box. This she opened and withdrew a slender, 
cylindrical object with a bluntly tapered tip. "I know turquoise is one 
of your favorite colors," he said. 
     "You're wrong. Turquoise IS my favorite color." She turned a 
knob at the device's base and it buzzed. She rotated the knob and 
the buzzing decreased to a throbbing. "Jeff ... I'm speechless." 
     "For once. Want to try it out?" She bit her lip and nodded. "Too 
bad we don't have enema equipment." 
     "Who says we don't?" she asked. 
     "You packed it? In your carry-on?" 
     "I like to be ready for any eventuality. Don't you think it's kinda 
late, though?" 
     "Yeah... I suppose you're right. And after that big dinner..." 
     "I still feel pretty empty from yesterday." 
     "That was quite a session we had, yesterday." 
     Chelsea smiled. "You know... When I know you're coming to 
stay the night ... I get kinda horny." 
     "So do I." 
     "My tummy gets horny, too ... horny for an enema." She pressed 
her hand to her abdomen. "I can feel it here ... getting ready to 
receive the water ... get filled up ... then the mellow, relaxed feeling 
after." 
     "I love it when you talk dirty." Jeff lay with his back against the 
headboard and Chelsea snuggled against him. He kissed her 
shoulders and the back of her neck and held her around her waist. 
     She ran her hands along his legs. "I never believed I could be as 
happy as I am when I'm in your arms," she said. "Mmm... When you 
hold me like this my troubles simply vanish." He cupped his hands 
under her breasts and languidly stroked his thumbs across her 
nipples. "Feels nice... Mmm..." 
     Jeff could feel her heart beating as he held her breasts. Her 
breathing deepened and she squeezed his thighs. 
     Chelsea turned around so she was kneeling over his legs and 
facing him. They kissed, each taking turns exploring the other's mouth 
with their tongues. Jeff held her sides and brought her breasts to his 
face. He drew her right nipple into his mouth and tongued it. 
     "That feels nice, too," she said. "I like feeling your hands on my 
back." 
     Jeff mouthed her left breast. He eased her onto her back. Chelsea 
lifted her hips and he stripped her briefs from her. Kneeling beside 
her he caress her legs and abdomen, passing his hand along her 
stiffening shaft and gently stroking the underside of her glans. 
     He picked up the tube of lube, unscrewed the cap and removed 
the safety foil. After replacing the cap he snapped it open. Chelsea 
held her legs behind her knees and drew them back. 
     Jeff caressed the backs of her thighs and buttocks, running the 
tips of his fingers across the pinkish tan wrinkles of her anus. He 
squeezed lube onto his finger and worked it into her orifice, gently 
dilating her. "This has become quite a ritual for us," he remarked. 
     "Mmm... I love rituals." 
     He smeared lube onto the plastic shaft of the vibrator. With a 
rocking motion he eased the rounded tip into her anus. Once clear of 
her anal canal he tilted it downward and gently eased it all the way 
into her rectum. "Feel okay?" 
     "Feels fine ... different than when you're inside me but it feels 
okay." He turned the knob at its base. "Oooh," she said. "Turn it 
down so it's more like a throbbing." Jeff adjusted the knob. "That's 
better." 
     "Now, let's see if we can find the right spot..." Moving the device 
back and forth he eased it in and out of her rectum. 
     "Right there ... yes, there..." She drew in a breath. "Mmm... That 
feels really good." 
     Reaching under her bent knee, Jeff held the vibrator. With his left 
hand he caressed her breasts and abdomen. Chelsea's eyelids 
drooped and her lips parted. He could feel her heart accelerate, its 
beats transmitted through her breast. 
     Jeff withdrew the vibrator slightly. He could see Chelsea's arousal 
fade. She looked at his face and smiled. 
     He pushed the device deeper into her rectum and rocked it. 
"Mmm..." Chelsea closed her eyes and drew in a breath. Jeff began 
working the vibrator in and out of her anus, trying to keep her just 
this side of orgasm. "Oh ... oh ... oh..." she moaned. 
     Jeff continued caressing her with his free hand, smoothing it along 
the inside of her thigh. With his thumb and forefinger he felt the base 
of her firmly erect shaft. "I've never felt you this hard," he remarked. 
     "I've never been this aroused. Feels so good." Jeff pushed the 
vibrator into her and held it in position. With his left hand he gently 
massaged her shaft. Chelsea began panting. "Jeff -- don't change it. 
I'm gonna come... OH!" 
     She took in a breath and groaned. He felt her organ throbbing 
and began vigorously rubbing her glans. Chelsea's legs shook and she 
arched her back, pounding her fists on the mattress. "Oh, God. 
Stop!" 
     Jeff pulled the vibrator from her and switched it off. Chelsea lay 
on her back, gasping to regain her breath. A red flush covered her 
cheeks and neck. "I would say," he remarked, "that looked pretty 
much like a real female response. Not that I'm an expert." 
     "You're more of an expert than I am. I'll take your word for it. I'll 
say this -- it felt really, really good." 
     Jeff stripped off his briefs and then coated his stiff shaft with lube. 
Chelsea again lifted and pulled back her legs. He knelt between them 
and eased his glans into her anus, easing his weight onto her as he 
slipped deep into her. She wrapped her legs around his and her arms 
around his shoulders. "You feel really big and hard," she said. 
     "That was quite a show you put on." They kissed long, tender 
kisses. Jeff began gently thrusting and he felt Chelsea's hands on his 
back and buttocks. 
     Even though he was in no hurry, he felt his orgasm approaching 
rapidly. He lifted up on his elbows. Chelsea held his sides and 
pressed her thumbs against his nipples. "This is a delightful view," he 
said. "Your pretty face, those sensational breasts..." Jeff increased his 
thrusting. Then, he pressed his hips against hers and grunted as he 
pumped his fluids into her. 
     "Mmm... I felt that," she said. Holding her tight and still coupled 
with her, he rolled over so she was on top. Chelsea giggled. She 
caressed his face and kissed his lips. Then, she relaxed atop him. 
     Jeff's erection faded and he popped out of her. She adjusted her 
position and he felt her body relax as she drifted to sleep. He 
switched off the light and pulled the covers over them. 
     
 
     Jeff held Chelsea's hand as they strolled into the kitchen. Livia 
spotted them. "Good morning. How are the lovebirds? Did you sleep 
well?" Livia made a sly look. "Did you sleep?" 
     "We slept very well," Chelsea replied. 
     "I want to thank you for entrusting me with your daughter," Jeff 
said. 
     "You're in love. I remember what it was like. Chet and I were in 
love like that once." 
     "You and Daddy still are in love," Chelsea replied. "I know you 
are." 
     "It's not the same. It's not the heady, almost narcotic young love 
stage. Love matures into something deep. You need to enjoy this 
phase while it lasts." Livia approached Chelsea and ran her finger 
through her daughter's coarse hair. She looked at Jeff. "Thank you 
for coming into her life ... and ours. You're so good for her, Jeff. I 
can tell and so can her dad. I can see the change you've made in 
her." 
     "You know -- I can, too." 
     "It makes me very happy. The muffins are almost done and I have 
some hot chocolate made." 
     "Muffins and hot chocolate?" Jeff asked. 
     "That's our traditional Christmas breakfast," Chelsea explained. 
"We have it while opening presents." 
     Livia took a tin from the oven, popped the muffins from it and set 
them on a rack. "Grab a plate and a mug," she said. "Let's go into the 
living room and sit by the tree. I know you two have to get on the 
road in a little while." 
     
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                             Part VI

     Jeff loaded his and Chelsea's luggage into the back of a gray 
Volvo station wagon. 
     Livia approached her daughter. "Did you pack you 
prescriptions?" 
     "Of course." 
     "Do you have that debit card you can use for gas?" 
     "Yes, Mommy." 
     "And, the AAA card?" 
     "Yes, Mommy. We'll be fine." 
     "Give us a call when you get there." 
     "I will." She hugged her mother. Then, she sat behind the wheel 
and Jeff sat beside her. 
     "The last time we took a road trip, I did the driving and you did 
the navigating. Look how that turned out." 
     "You'd better not tease me, Jeff," she retorted. "I'm not in the 
mood. I'm a bundle of nerves already." 
     "My folks are cool ... you'll like them." 
     "What do they do?" she asked. 
     "My dad is an insurance underwriter. My mom has only recently 
been in the workforce. She went to the local community college and 
got a certificate to be a paralegal. That's what she's been doing the 
past three years." 
     "And before?" 
     "Before she was a stay-at-home mom." 
     "To take care of your sister?" 
     "Right. We thought Beth would never walk. You know what 
spina bifida is..." 
     "Yes. Of course, I know." 
     "She had surgery before she was a day old, but there was some 
neurological damage. She lost some feeling below her waist. That's 
why she needs the enemas -- she can't feel when she needs to go. 
She also needs to use a catheter to pee." 
     Chelsea winced. "Oooh... Just thinking about it makes me 
shudder." 
     "It's normal for her. She had other problems, too. She's 
hydrocephalic and needed surgery to implant a shunt." 
     "A shunt?" 
     "To drain excess fluid from her skull that otherwise could cause 
brain damage. Every few years that needs replacing. We never 
thought she'd walk, but when she was three her doctor suggested leg 
braces. She learned to get around on those. Then, one day, she 
decided she didn't need them." 
     "Kinda like in Forrest Gump." 
     "Yeah, kinda... She can walk unaided but she has a limp. She 
can't run, but she gets around okay." 
     "How old did you say she is?" 
     "Fifteen." 
     "So, she's a sophomore in high school?" 
     "No -- she's in eighth grade. She's behind a couple of years." 
     "Because of her problems early on?" 
     "Yeah ... and, she's slightly learning disabled. That doesn't mean 
she isn't intelligent. She's very bright ... and, quick with the 
wisecracks. She has trouble with math. I understand that's fairly 
common in these cases. She has something like the math equivalent 
of dyslexia. I tried to help her with math, but since I've been away at 
school they're using some online tutor for her." 
     Jeff reached for her hand. Chelsea turned onto the on-ramp for 
the interstate and accelerated. 
     She put her hand on her chest. "God... As soon as I calm down, it 
flashes on me and my heart starts pounding again." 
     "You don't have anything to fear, Chelsea. You'll like my folks." 
     "So you tell me. The thought of sleeping and showering in a 
strange house really freaks me out." 
     The landscape became less rolling and more flat as they 
approached the state line. "Take this exit," he said. "Head West on 
forty-eight." 
     "Right..." 
     They approached the medium-sized city that was Jeff's home. He 
directed her to a block of smaller, older homes with detached, single-
car garages. "Right here," he said. "Number 320." 
     Chelsea parked the car in the driveway behind a minivan. She sat, 
clutching the steering wheel and taking deep breaths. "Ready?" he 
asked. 
     She nodded, unfastened her seat belt and opened the door. The 
front door opened and a teen-aged girl with dark blond hair stepped 
outside. "Jeff!" she shouted. "Mom ... Dad. Jeff's home." 
     Jeff's mother stood on the stoop as he and Chelsea removed their 
bags. "Come in, come in," his mother said. "Can you believe this 
weather? Fifty degrees on Christmas day." 
     Jeff escorted Chelsea inside. "Mom, Dad ... Beth -- this is 
Chelsea Lane." 
     "Pleased to meet you," she said. 
     "We've been holding off opening presents until you got here," 
Beth said. "I don't think I can wait any longer." 
     Jeff opened his case and retrieved two wrapped packages. 
"Here... We have a couple of presents ... for you and Dad and for 
Beth. Chelsea and I exchanged gifts already at her house." 
     "Set them under the tree and we'll start opening them. I have 
dinner in the oven already." 
     
 
     Jeff sat at the table, next to Chelsea. His father began passing 
plates and he helped himself to some turkey, stuffing and green 
beans. 
     "Jeff," his dad said, "you know that gun range in B-ville where 
we'd go to do our black powder shooting?" 
     "Yeah... What about it?" 
     "It's closed." 
     "Closed? How did that come about?" 
     "You know all those subdivisions that sprouted up around it..." 
     "Yeah... But that range has been there for years if not decades. 
Certainly they have some squatters' rights." 
     "You'd think. The homeowners have been complaining, though. 
Then, over the summer, someone sitting on her deck got hit with a 
stray round." 
     Jeff winced. "Is she all right?" 
     "It was more of a scrape. By the time the slug hit her, it was 
nearly spent." 
     "That shouldn't have happened," Jeff replied. "The backstops 
there are more than adequate. Someone must've done something 
stupid like firing a round in the air." 
     "That's what I figure. Anyway, it was enough of a reason to shut 
the thing down ... until it can be made safer." 
     "How can they make it any safer without putting a dome over it or 
requiring an IQ test for anyone entering?" 
     "I doubt they can ... at least in a way that'll placate the neighbors." 
     "So, what'll happen?" 
     "They'll probably sell the property and turn it into condos or 
something." 
     "It's the way it always goes... Some idiot does something stupid 
and ruins it for everyone else. Where else can we go?" 
     "Well... The DNR has that range at New Oslo." 
     "That's almost fifty miles away -- an hour drive there and back. 
That sucks..." 
     "Chelsea..." Jeff's mom spoke up. "Don't you want more than 
that?" 
     "No, thanks," she replied. "I don't have much of an appetite." 
     "It's how she stays so slim," Jeff's dad interjected. 
     "You're sure?" 
     "I'm sure. I'm kinda ... turkied-out." She propped her elbow on 
the table, held her forehead and muttered under her breath. 
     "What does that mean?" His mother looked toward Jeff. "Jeff?" 
     He sighed. "We had a big turkey dinner at her folks' place, 
yesterday." 
     "Oh... I'm sorry. If I had known..." 
     "It's okay, Mom. We had no way of knowing. Besides -- turkey 
is our traditional Christmas dinner." 
     "Awk ... ward..." Beth chimed in. 
     "Keep your comments to yourself, young lady," Mrs Brooker said 
sternly. 
     Chelsea's gaze darted around the table from Jeff's mom to his dad 
to his sister and back again. "If you'll excuse me..." She stood and 
headed up the stairs. 
     Jeff's parents' gaze focused on him. "Jeff -- what's wrong?" his 
mother asked. 
     "I'll go talk to her." He headed up the stairs and found Chelsea 
sitting on the guestroom bed, hyperventilating slightly. 
     He sat beside her. "What's wrong?" he asked. 
     "I'm having a panic attack," she replied. "The way everyone was 
looking at me... I'm sure they suspect..." 
     "What do they suspect?" 
     "That something's wrong." 
     "That's obvious," he replied. 
     "They think I'm hiding something." 
     "Well -- you're not doing yourself any favors by acting as if you're 
hiding something." 
     "I'm not acting!" she retorted. 
     "Let me rephrase... You're not doing yourself any favors by 
behaving as if you're hiding something." 
     "I'm way outside my comfort zone. Jeff... I'll try. Just give me 
some time to calm down." 
     "What shall I tell them?" 
     "Tell them I'm not feeling well ... which is the truth. My heart's 
pounding so hard I think it'll fly out of my chest. I'm having 
palpitations. If you don't believe me -- feel my pulse." 
     "I believe you." He headed back to the dining room. 
     "Well?" his mother asked. 
     "She said she's not feeling well and she'll be down when she feels 
better." 
     "Jeff," she said, looking him in the eye. "What is going on?" 
     "What do you mean?" 
     She shook her head. "Something about her ... doesn't seem quite 
right. When I saw you and her getting out of the car, earlier ... from 
behind at least, for an instant I thought she looked like some guy in a 
wig." 
     "That is her real hair," Jeff responded. 
     "She doesn't have hips." 
     "She doesn't have a butt, either," Beth interjected. 
     "You stay out of this," Jeff's father admonished. 
     "Everybody's built differently," Jeff countered. "Do you remember 
Ashley? She was built like a boy. She didn't have hips -- or, much of 
a butt, either." 
     "Ashley had a waist. Chelsea doesn't. But, she does have 
shoulders." 
     "Chelsea has breasts," Jeff retorted, "if you didn't notice." 
     "Those can be faked," Beth said. 
     "One more comment like that and YOU are going to YOUR 
room," his mom retorted to his sister. 
     "I assure you they're not fake..." Jeff held up his hands. "I cannot 
believe we're having this conversation. You're making it sound like 
the plot of some crappy buddy movie -- that I conned one of my pals 
into doing a Tootsie -- dressing up in drag to fool my family. I think 
Chelsea has a nice shape and I wouldn't mistake her for a guy." 
     "That's not what we're saying," his father replied. 
     "What we're saying is ... her discomfort around us is palpable. 
Your father and I have been walking on eggs ever since she arrived. 
She seems so ... distant and nervous." 
     "And, you seem to be on the defensive, also," his father added. 
"We can't help think you're keeping something from us." 
     "I have a lot invested in her and I wanted today to go well. I think 
we found ourselves in a vicious cycle." 
     "That I can understand," his father replied. "Ellie -- remember 
how nervous you were when you met my folks?" 
     "Not that nervous... If that's all it is -- we understand." 
     "Is she coming down to finish dinner?" his father asked. 
     "She isn't feeling well... She's outside her comfort zone. She just 
needs some time to decompress. Can you at least give her that?" 
     
 
     Jeff sat on the sofa, his elbow on the arm of it and holding his 
head. His mother approached. "She's been up there all evening." 
     "I know. I did not anticipate Christmas turning out this way. I'm 
sorry, Mom." 
     "It's not your fault." 
     "It is my fault -- I insisted she come here. She told me she wasn't 
ready and I didn't listen to her." 
     "Is she going to stay up there until it's time for you two to leave?" 
     "Geez, I hope not. I'll go talk to her again." He hoisted himself off 
the sofa. "I feel like I'm engaged in shuttle diplomacy..." 
     Jeff headed up to the guestroom and rapped on the door. 
"Chelsea..." he said as he stepped inside. 
     "Leave me alone." 
     "You need to come downstairs." 
     "I said, leave me alone. I have half a mind to drive back home by 
myself. I heard your buddy movie comment. It hit a little too close to 
home." 
     Shit, he thought. "Did you hear it in context?" 
     "What context would've made it all right?" 
     "I was defending you." 
     "Oh, yeah? How?" 
     "I can't remember the exchange verbatim." His eyes rolled in 
thought. "I was using that as an example of how absurd things were 
getting. Chelsea. -- I'm really sorry I insisted you come here. You 
said you weren't ready. I should've listened to you." 
     "Maybe you will, next time." 
     "I certainly will. Please forgive me." 
     She regarded him. "You know I can't stay angry with you..." 
     "Chelsea -- I think we need to tell my folks the truth." 
     "I told you how terrified I am of anyone finding out..." 
     "They deserve to know." 
     "I can't! Don't you understand?" 
     "You can trust them. They're my parents. They're good people. 
They'll accept you." 
     "That's not the point. The more people who know ... the more 
other people are apt to find out." 
     "And, that is a risk you're going to have to accept. Don't you 
remember how relieved you were once I knew?" 
     "Yes... But I trust you." 
     "You can trust them," he said. "They know something's wrong. 
Who knows what theories are circulating in their minds? Let's go 
down and tell them so they know the truth. Okay?" She buried her 
face in her hands. "Okay?" 
     "If you want to tell them -- go ahead." 
     "I heard it from you. They should hear it from you." She looked 
up at him. "This means a lot to me." 
     Chelsea drew in a breath. "Okay. I think you're right." 
     He took her hand. "Let's go." 
     "Give me a little time to prepare myself, all right?" 
     "Fair enough." 
     She sat on the bed taking deep breaths. "Okay," she said. "I'm 
ready ... as I'll ever be." 
     Holding hands they descended the stairs. Jeff's parents and sister 
were sitting in the living room. The two of them reached the bottom 
of the stairs and Chelsea hesitated. Jeff nodded toward the living 
room. She swallowed hard and the stepped into the room. 
     "Mom ... Dad... Chelsea and I have something to say to you." He 
looked toward Beth. "Alone." 
     "Beth," his dad said, "go to your room." 
     "Awww..." 
     "Now!" 
     "Gee..." She got up from the floor where she had been sitting, 
picked up her book and in her awkward gait headed up the stairs. 
Jeff waited to hear her door close. 
     "Come, sit," his mother said. 
     "We'd rather stand," he replied. Chelsea held his hand in a white-
knuckled grip. 
     "Mom ... Dad... Chelsea and I are in love. I know you know I've 
had a number of girlfriends. And I know you know that none of them 
worked out. The reason was -- with each one, something was 
missing. There's nothing missing with Chelsea. We connect on an 
emotional and intellectual level ... in ... in a way that's unlike I've ever 
felt. We're soulmates and I knew early on that she's the one ... the 
one for me." 
     "I ... I'm glad you two found each other, then," his mother replied. 
     "What we have wouldn't be possible without ... without you ... 
and without Beth." 
     "Beth? What do you mean?" 
     "I love my sister. I know we sometimes squabble but all siblings 
do. As we were growing up, you ... and she ... taught me that it's ... 
it's the person inside that matters. If someone has a disability or a 
deformity or a physical challenge -- it doesn't diminish that inner 
person. And, often, it's people who overcome challenges who have 
the strongest characters and are the most interesting. For that life 
lesson -- I'm eternally grateful to you ... and to her." 
     "That's very nice to hear," his dad remarked. 
     "As Chelsea and I realized how deeply we were beginning to love 
each other, she came to me and told me a secret. It's not something 
any guy wants to hear ... but it's the truth ... it's reality ... it's her 
reality. It's the sort of thing that would make most guys cut and run. 
Because of how I've seen Beth work through her challenges ... how 
she's let her inner self shine through... I accepted Chelsea's challenge 
and I'm happy I did." He looked toward her and gave her a little nod. 
     Chelsea flashed a quick smile at him and swallowed hard. "Mr 
and Mrs Brooker... I'm... I'm trans-sexual." She closed her eyes and 
drew in a deep breath. Jeff felt her grip on his hand relax. "I was born 
male but I knew at an early age that nature had made a mistake with 
me and had put a girl into a boy's body. Ever since I was in grade 
school I've lived my life as a girl. As I got older I started hormone 
therapy. It's been difficult ... but I'm fortunate to have parents who 
understand and support me. They've helped me keep my secret and 
they were the only ones who knew ... until I met Jeff. And, I'm most 
fortunate to have found him -- a man who loves who I am inside ... 
and doesn't care if my body isn't a perfect fit." She reached under the 
lenses of her glasses with her finger and stroked away tears. 
     "Well, I do care," Jeff interrupted. "But, there's nothing I can do 
about it. My choices were to accept Chelsea as she is, or to lose her. 
I didn't want to lose her. I don't want to lose her." 
     "Chelsea," his mother said. "If Jeff doesn't care, why should we?" 
     "That's not it. Not everyone is as accepting of trans people as Jeff 
is. Trans people get harassed ... assaulted ... killed just for being 
different. That's why I wanted to keep it secret -- for my safety." 
     "We do hear about those incidents from time to time," Jeff's 
mother remarked. "I hadn't thought about that aspect." 
     "We're not about to go broadcasting it," his dad added. 
     "You told Jeff," his mother said. 
     "I told Jeff," she continued, "because I trusted him, and I had 
feelings for him. He deserved to know." 
     "You don't think we deserve to know?" his father asked. 
     "Yes. I think you do. Now I have to trust you, too." She wiped 
more tears from her face. "I'm really sorry for ruining your Christmas. 
I've lived a guarded life ... a solitary one. Having Jeff in my life was 
strange and scary for me at first, but he understood and 
accommodated me; and, now I'm used to it. He's been so gentle and 
patient with me... Today, I sensed that you sensed something was 
wrong ... and I panicked. I'm sorry for that." She began weeping 
openly. "Oh, God! I'm sorry." 
     Jeff's mother approached and embraced her. "You poor dear," 
she said as she held Chelsea's face against her shoulder. "At least 
now we know. I hope you'll accommodate us -- you're the first ... 
trans-person we've ever met." 
     "I doubt that," Jeff replied. "I'll bet you've met several but didn't 
realize it. They don't wear badges, you know. Nobody has to 
accommodate anybody if we just treat each other with respect as the 
individuals we are." 
     "Hear, hear," his father said. "I for one admire the both of you ... 
for choosing a path and sticking to it." 
     Chelsea began to regain her composure. Jeff's mom looked into 
her face. "You really are a pretty girl." 
     "Are you kidding?" Jeff asked. "She's an awesome girl." 
     Chelsea put her hand against her chest. "Now that it's out in the 
open... I can finally relax. My heart's starting to slow to under a 
hundred a minute." She looked toward Jeff. "You were right. This 
was the right thing to do." 
     "Well," Jeff added, "I'm spent. It's been a long and taxing day. I 
need to go to bed." 
     "So do I," Chelsea replied. 
     "You two will come shopping tomorrow with us, won't you?" his 
mother asked. 
     "If we're welcome," Chelsea replied. 
     "You're more than welcome." 
     "Then, we accept." 
     "Good night," Jeff said. "We'll see you in the morning." Holding 
hands he and Chelsea climbed the stairs. They embraced near the 
guestroom and kissed. Then, she went inside and he headed toward 
his bedroom. 
     Jeff stripped to his briefs and lay in his childhood bed, his hands 
locked behind his neck. He arose, slipped into a terrycloth bathrobe 
hanging from the hook on the back of his door and headed down the 
hallway. He approached the guestroom door and rapped on it. 
"Yes?" he heard Chelsea call. He opened the door and stepped 
inside. She was wearing a mid-thigh length sleep tee. "Jeff! You 
shouldn't be here. I don't want us to be doing anything to upset your 
parents ... any more than they already are." 
     "I'll leave the door open. I just want to talk." He sat on the bed 
and gestured for her to sit on his lap. She sat beside him in. He took 
her hand and they locked fingers. "I was proud of you today. It took 
a lot of courage for you to do what you did." 
     "I did it for you," she replied. 
     "You did it for us. I want you in my life. I also want my folks in 
our lives. They're good folks." 
     "They must be ... if they produced you. I'm not brave, Jeff. I'm a 
chicken inside. I'd rather hide than face these things." 
     "I've been sneaking peeks at Quinn Vergennes's blog. It's the 
most ... the most uplifting and at the same time the most depressing 
stuff I've ever read. It's uplifting because of what Quinn writes. She 
writes eloquently, passionately, fearlessly and with conviction on 
topics she feels strongly about -- all from a trans-woman's 
perspective. It's uplifting to see her fans, cheering her on and giving 
her support. It's depressing to see all the hate mail. I don't understand 
why she doesn't moderate those comments and get rid of the ugly 
ones." 
     "It's because she wants everyone to see the ugly. She wants to 
shine a light on it. God, Jeff... I wish I had half the courage Quinn 
has." 
     "You don't have half the courage -- you have all of it. You told 
me Quinn is you, Chelsea. The only difference is, she lives in 
cyberspace and you live in meatspace. If you're going to succeed, 
you're going to have to summon Quinn's cyberspace courage and use 
it to take some meatspace risks. It's the only way to gain meatspace 
rewards. The first step, I think, is to learn not to be so hung up about 
anyone discovering the truth about you. Most folks will never find 
out. Of those that do -- nine out of ten of them won't care that you're 
trans. They might think it's unusual or interesting ... strange or, just 
plain different. Then, they're going to get on with interacting with you 
as a person ... because in the long run, it simply doesn't matter." 
     "It's that tenth person who scares me." 
     "That is someone we'll need to face. I doubt we'll cross paths with 
that tenth person ... at least, not in any space where they can cause 
you harm." 
     "Of course ... you're right." 
     "I found a long list of trans-women who've been very successful. 
They're artists and musicians ... writers and politicians ... doctors and 
lawyers. None of them became successful by avoiding risks. I'll show 
you the list some time." 
     "I'd like to see it ... but I know what you're saying is right." 
     He put his arm around her and she leaned against him. "I want to 
see you succeed. You're so bright and talented -- you have so much 
to offer the world, to make it a better place. I want to be with you -- 
supporting you." 
     "I want that, too..." 
     "Your father asked me where our relationship stands. I told him 
we're beyond going steady but not quite engaged." 
     "I'd say that's a fair assessment," she replied. 
     "He asked me if I'd pop the question. I told him I would, when 
the time was right. I also told him that you and I know each other's 
minds so well I probably wouldn't need to ... because we'd both 
know when the time is right." 
     Chelsea nodded in agreement. 
     Jeff stroked her cheek and turned her face so he could look into 
her blue eyes. "The time's right -- isn't it?" 
     She made a half smile and nodded. Then, she clutched him and he 
held her face to his chest as she sobbed. "Jeff ... I'm so scared!" 
     "Life is scary ... especially when you leave the womb of childhood 
and strike out on your own. You're not alone, Chelsea. You have me 
and your folks ... and now, my family to support you. Find comfort in 
that." 
     "I do. And, I am relieved it's out in the open with your parents, 
Jeff." 
     "You're wrong about something. You're not a chicken inside. 
You're the bravest person I've ever met." 
     "I'm pleased you think so. I wish I agreed." 
     "We should get some sleep. Day-after-Christmas shopping is a 
tradition with my family ... and you need to be well-rested because it 
is a grueling affair." 
     "Right." 
     He kissed her on the lips. "I'll see you in the morning. Sleep tight." 
     
 
     Jeff strolled into the kitchen. His father sat at the table with a cup 
of coffee and his mother stood by the counter. "Good morning," he 
said. 
     "Coffee?" his mother asked. 
     "Sure." 
     "Where's Chelsea?" 
     "She's showering. She'll be down in a little bit." 
     "You're still coming shopping with us -- aren't you?" 
     "Of course." 
     Jeff's mother sat across from him and folded her arms on the 
table. "That was quite the bombshell you two dropped on us last 
night." 
     "Neither of us could stand the tension," he replied. "We're glad it's 
out in the open. Besides -- I never could hide anything from you 
two." 
     "Lucky for you," his mother retorted. 
     "Do you really think you can make this work?" his father asked. "I 
mean -- I'm assuming this is more than a platonic relationship." 
     Jeff drew in a breath and let out an exasperated sigh. "We just 
went through this with Chelsea's folks so here we go again. I fell in 
love with the girl that lives inside her. Once I learned her physical 
body didn't quite match her inner self ... well, we had two options. 
We could go our separate ways or we could work through it. I love 
her enough for us to work through it ... and we have. Our relationship 
is as rewarding physically as it is emotionally." 
     "We don't mean to be nosy," his dad said, "but this is so outside 
our realm of experience." 
     "It is ... was for me, too." 
     "Has she had surgery?" his mother asked. 
     "Do you mean, reassignment surgery?" He shook his head. "No. 
She hasn't." 
     "Would she consider it?" 
     "We talk about it from time to time. I've read about the 
reassignment procedure. It's about the most cringe inducing material 
a guy can read. Sure, she could have a surgeon craft her flesh into 
some facsimile of her inner image. Assuming no complications, and 
after six to nine months of agonizing recuperation, that is... Chelsea 
says she's not brave enough to face that. Instead, she intends to go 
through life as she is. I don't know which decision takes more 
courage." 
     "As long as you're happy..." his mother started to say. 
     "That's right," Jeff interrupted her. "These are OUR lives. We're 
both adults. Chelsea is the one I picked for my partner. All I want is 
for you to give us your blessing and support." 
     "He's right, Ellie," Jeff's father said. "It's his decision." 
     "And, you're SURE she's the right one?" his mother asked. 
     "Sure enough that last night Chelsea and I became engaged." 
     "Engaged? Are you serious?" 
     "I've never been more serious in my life." 
     "Where do you plan on getting married?" 
     "We haven't set a date or place." 
     "Well -- it won't be here. There's no gay marriage in this state." 
     "But it won't be a gay marriage. Chelsea is not gay. She's straight 
-- as straight as I am. She simply was cursed with the wrong 
anatomy." 
     "But, legally..." 
     "Legally she has changed her name and her gender." 
     "She can do that?" his father asked. 
     "Across the state line where she lives, she can ... and she has. Her 
birth certificate reads female as does her passport and her driver's 
license. Chelsea is legally as much of a woman as you are, Mom. 
There's not a state in the union in which our marriage wouldn't be 
legal and binding." He sipped some of his coffee. "You know -- I 
owe my love for her to you ... and, to Beth. You raised me to be 
tolerant and respectful of those who are less fortunate, who have 
disabilities ... who simply are different. I applied those life lessons to 
Chelsea and have been repaid many, many times over. Words can't 
describe how happy we are together." 
     His mother reached and placed her hand on his. "Then, we're 
happy for you." 
     Chelsea stepped into the kitchen. "Am I interrupting anything?" 
she asked. 
     "Oh, no, dear," his mother replied. "Come in. Would you like 
some coffee or breakfast?" 
     "Not really a breakfast person but I'll take some coffee." 
     Jeff's mom approached her and embraced her. "Jeff told us the 
news. Welcome to the family." 
     
 
     Jeff sat holding hands with Chelsea in the back seat of his 
mother's minivan. Beth sat beside him and his parents in front. "I am 
exhausted," he said. 
     "So am I," Beth added. 
     "You held up well," their mother replied. "Chelsea -- how are you 
holding up?" 
     "I'm fine but I'll sleep well tonight." She turned to Jeff. "I love 
shopping with your mom. I had a great time." 
     "You're in for a treat," Jeff said. "Our day-after-Christmas 
tradition -- my mom's turkey-barley soup." 
     "What goes into it?" Chelsea asked. 
     "Onions and carrots ... left-over turkey ... barley and fresh thyme. 
Am I leaving anything out, Mom?" 
     "The stock," she replied. 
     "Right -- the stock that's been simmering in the slow-cooker all 
day." 
     Jeff's mom parked the van in the driveway. His father unlocked 
the door while Jeff and Chelsea began bringing bags of purchases 
into the house. 
     "Mrs Brooker?" Chelsea asked. 
     "Yes, dear ... and, please call me Ellie." 
     "Call me James," his father added. 
     "Does anything go with the soup?" 
     "It doesn't really need anything." 
     "I know my mother's recipe for biscuits. I was wondering if you'd 
let me make some." 
     "You don't have to cook for us, Chelsea." 
     "I know. But -- I feel responsible for yesterday not going well. I'd 
feel better if I could contribute..." 
     "What do you need?" 
     "Not much -- flour, butter, baking powder and some milk." 
     "We have all those. Come join me in the kitchen." 
     "You're in luck, son," James said. "She can cook." 
     "Only if it's simple," Chelsea replied. 
     "Join the club, sister," Ellie said. "James is responsible for the 
complicated stuff." 
     "Don't look at me," Jeff replied. "I'm hopeless in the kitchen." 
     Chelsea formed her dough into biscuits and put them in the oven. 
"How long?" Ellie asked. 
     "Fifteen -- twenty minutes." 
     "That's about when the soup will be done." 
     "Tell me," Jeff's father asked, "when you two broke out on your 
own today -- were you looking at rings?" 
     Jeff shook his head. "No. I can't afford a ring." 
     "Besides," Chelsea said. "I don't need one." 
     "Oh, you do," Beth interjected. "Otherwise, how can you feel 
engaged?" 
     "She knows we're engaged?" Jeff asked. 
     "No secrets in this family," Beth replied. 
     "Oh, great..." 
     "Wait right here," Jeff's mother said and dashed upstairs. She 
returned shortly and beckoned Jeff to the side. "Here..." She handed 
him a small box. 
     "What's this?" He opened it to see a golden ring with a small 
diamond setting. 
     "This was your grandmother's engagement ring. I know it's simple 
by today's standards. We had the stone appraised a while back and 
it's not worth much ... about half a carat, not very high quality and an 
older cut. You two are welcome to it." 
     "Are you serious?" 
     "Beth's right. How can you feel engaged without a ring?" 
     He carried the box to Chelsea. "Look at this..." 
     She opened the box and her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God..." 
     "It was my grandmother's." 
     "I can't Jeff..." 
     "Of course you can," his mother said. "It's not doing his 
grandmother any good. If you need it sized, I'm sure a jeweler could 
do it." Chelsea picked up the ring. "Try it on." 
     She slipped it on her finger and then pulled it off. "It's a little loose 
... but it fits." 
     "Your finger will grow into it. Consider it a temporary ring until 
you can replace it with something more your style." 
     "This IS just my style," Chelsea replied. "I'm not very flashy. This 
is simple but elegant ... just right." She looked up at Jeff's mom. 
"Thank you so much." 
     Jeff took the ring. He held her hand and looked into her eyes. 
"Chelsea Lane -- will you marry me?" 
     "Oh, yes ... I will." He slipped the ring onto her finger. 
     
 
     Jeff brought a wooden box up from the basement. He released 
catches and opened the cover. Inside was his replica Civil War era 
revolver, along with accoutrements -- black powder, balls, 
percussion caps and implements. "Why are you taking that?" his 
father asked. 
     "Chelsea's dad wanted to see it." 
     "You can't take it on the plane," his dad remarked, "or, have it in 
the dorms." 
     "I'm sure it'll be safe with Chelsea's dad. With that range closed, 
we don't have any place convenient to shoot it. Who knows? Maybe 
Chet and I will fire off a few rounds in his back yard. He let me shoot 
his 45 ACP. We'll see which is more of a man's weapon." 
     "Men and their toys," Ellie remarked. 
     Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it." 
     "We really wish you could stay longer," Jeff's mom said. 
     "I know," Chelsea replied. "I wish so, too. I really enjoyed myself. 
But -- my mom needs her car back." 
     "Understood." 
     "Then, it's back to the grind," Jeff remarked. "You know -- 
Chelsea and I were thinking maybe next year we'd go in together on 
an off-campus apartment. We might save a little on living expenses." 
     "It's worth looking into," his dad remarked. 
     Jeff carried the wooden box to the Volvo and loaded it in the 
back with their luggage. He embraced his mother and sister and 
shook hands with his dad. 
     Ellie embraced Chelsea. She looked into her face and nodded. 
"Jeff chose wisely," she said. "Don't be strangers." 
     Chelsea sat behind the wheel and Jeff sat in the passenger seat. 
She started the motor and headed toward the interstate. 
     "You keep looking at your left hand," he remarked. 
     "Beth was right. Now I'm beginning to feel engaged." 
     "Will your folks be surprised?" 
     She shook her head. "Nothing I do ever surprises them. They will 
be happy for us." 
     "Remember -- this is only a temporary ring." 
     "Oh, no. This is a permanent ring. I am not taking it off. Ever." 
     "Even if I buy you another?" 
     "Oh, you're welcome to buy me as many as you want. I'm not 
taking this one off. This is my engagement ring. Don't you 
understand?" 
     "What?" he asked. 
     "If you were to buy me a ring ... then I'd be engaged to you." 
     "Yeah? So?" 
     "When I wear this ring -- I'm engaged to your entire family." 
     "I see..." 
     "I love your family, Jeff." She squeezed his hand. "How can I 
not?" 
     "You will need to take it off, some day." 
     "Why? When?" 
     "So I can slip your wedding band on." 
     "Oh. Well -- I'll take it off for that. But then, I'm putting it right 
back on again." 
     
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                             Part VII

     Jeff sat beside Chelsea on their return flight. "Your folks seemed 
happy to hear our news," he remarked. 
     "I knew they would be. My mom is already making wedding 
plans." 
     Jeff chuckled. "Do you know what your dad said to me?" 
     "What?" 
     "He said if we decided to elope, he'd hold the ladder." 
     "I'm sure he's worried about footing the bill for a big, overblown 
event," she replied. "That's not the kind of ceremony I want." 
     "Chelsea, I'm finding it hard to believe that no one in your 
community knows about you." 
     "I told you -- I went to a private school." 
     "What about that pastor that excommunicated you?" 
     "He's dead. After that we developed a new circle of friends. My 
dad started his business and both my parents are too busy with their 
jobs to have much of a social life. Everyone we knew from my early 
childhood has either passed away or drifted away." 
     "Still, it's hard for me to believe." A chime sounded in the cabin. 
"We'll be landing soon," he remarked. 
     "Then, assuming we survive, it's a forty-five minute bus ride to 
campus." 
     "You know," he said, "if we get an apartment next year, we're 
going to have to do something about a set of wheels. Even if it's only 
a bicycle or a Vespa." 
     "Right. When I graduated from high school, my folks said I could 
have a car or put the funds toward college. I decided on the latter." 
     "Good choice, actually. Once we get back to campus we'll need 
to see what's open for food service." 
     "The dorms are open," she said. "I don't think the dining halls are." 
     "We'll need to check the snack bar in the Quad. Otherwise, 
there's that sub sandwich shop on the corner." 
     "You'll stay with me tonight, won't you?" 
     "Of course. Registration is tomorrow night and classes start the 
next day. We'll need to see how our schedules mesh." 
     The plane touched down. Jeff and Chelsea retrieved their bags 
and stood outside the terminal waiting for the bus. "It's colder here," 
she remarked. "Some snow on the ground." 
     "That's okay," he replied. "I think if it's going to have to be winter 
-- it should at least look like winter." 
     "Is this our bus?" 
     "I hope so." 
     
 
     Jeff stood in the lobby at Wheeler House. At his feet was his soft 
duffel and in his hand he carried a paper sack. From his pocket he 
withdrew his cell phone and placed a call. 
     "Hi, it's me -- I'm in the lobby." 
     Shortly, Chelsea stepped through the doorway and approached 
him. He handed her the sack. "Ham and cheese for you and Italian 
special for me." 
     "I have some soda upstairs. Was Ted back?" 
     "Not yet. I ditched my bag in my room and came right over -- 
with a side trip to the Sub Station." 
     "Let's go up." 
     Jeff picked up his duffel and followed her to her room. She 
retrieved cans of soda from her microfridge while Jeff unwrapped the 
sandwiches. 
     "This really hit the spot," he said. "I was hungry..." He glanced 
around the room and saw the enema bag hanging, empty, from the 
curtain rod. "You took that out?" 
     "I thought we might use it tonight." 
     "Didn't we clean you out well enough last night?" 
     "Oh, more than well enough. I just thought we could do something 
a little ... different tonight." 
     "Different? Different, how?" 
     "You'll see." She smiled and wrinkled her nose. 
     "You don't scare me." 
     "No? We'll see about that." 
     Jeff tossed the empty soda cans and the sandwich wrappers in 
her wastebasket. He approached her and held her. They kissed and 
he caressed her cheek. "You're so pretty and I love you so much," he 
said. 
     "Mmm... I'm beginning to believe it." 
     "That I love you?" 
     "That you think I'm pretty. Your mom said I was pretty." 
     "My mom has good taste. So, tell me about your plans for this 
evening." 
     She released him from her embrace and turned her back to him. 
Chelsea unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders; then, 
she stripped off her jeans. She faced him again. "Well?" 
     "Outstanding..." He regarded her in a sheer, short, blue baby-doll 
nightgown with matching briefs. "You were wearing that underneath 
the whole time?" 
     "Of course not. I changed while you were getting the 
sandwiches." 
     "Where did you get that?" 
     "Your mom bought it for me." 
     "My mom?" 
     "Right. You and your dad went off looking at screwdrivers or 
whatever and Beth was looking at books. Your mom and I 
wandered into the lingerie department and this caught my eye. She 
thought I should have it." 
     "Is my mom cool or what? You look stunning in it." 
     "Thanks," she said demurely. 
     "Is there more to your plan?" 
     She nodded. "Uh-huh..." Chelsea picked up the box containing 
her vibrator and removed the device. "I thought we could try this..." 
     "We've tried it and know it works." 
     "I thought we'd try it..." Her eyes widened. " ...on you." 
     Now, his eyes widened. "On ME?" 
     "The orgasms you give me with this are so mind-blowing... I 
realized you and I have a lot of the same internal wiring. I though 
maybe you'd like to experience it." 
     "Uhh... You're not thinking about taking it even further are you?" 
     "Do you mean ... me ... doing anal on ... you?" She shook her 
head. "Not interested. I told you -- I'm a straight girl. Besides -- I'm 
not big enough and I don't get hard enough." 
     "Good... I mean... You know I love you. I love my girl with the 
different kind of clit. Maybe it's just me ... but ... that would be ... a 
little too weird." 
     She waved the vibrator in front of his face. "So -- what do you 
say to this? Are you interested?" 
     "I admit I am curious... Okay -- I'm game, I guess." 
     "Of course, you know what this also means..." 
     "Umm... What?" 
     "An enema beforehand." 
     "You want to give me an enema?" 
     "You know it's how we deal with the ick factor." 
     "Yeah, I know... It's not a good idea for two people to use the 
same enema equipment." 
     "I don't have any diseases and I know you don't either," she 
replied. 
     "That's not it. Everyone has their own set of microbes..." 
     "Don't you think by now we've co-mingled our microbes?" 
     "You're right. By now, our microbes are best-of-breed." 
     "So -- are you willing?" 
     "With you as my nurse? How could I say no?" 
     Chelsea took down the enema bag and carried it to her 
bathroom. She returned, the reservoir bulging and the hose and 
nozzle attached, and hung it on the coat hanger hanging from the 
curtain rod. "That looks like a lot of water," he remarked. 
     "It's the same amount you give me. Sauce for the gander, Jeff." 
     Jeff stripped to his underwear. Chelsea lay a towel on her bed 
and Jeff lay upon it. He lifted his hips and she slid off his briefs. "I 
love seeing you nude," she said and ran her hands along his legs and 
hips. 
     "You know -- I think I was ten the last time I had an enema." 
     "How did that come about?" she asked. 
     "My mother figured if they were good for Beth, they'd be good 
for me, too ... whenever she thought I needed one ... which usually 
was when I had a stomach-ache." 
     Chelsea picked up the tube of lube and began smearing some on 
the nozzle. "You know the drill," she said. "Left side, knees up." Jeff 
rolled over and felt Chelsea spreading his buttocks. "You have a cute 
little pucker, yourself," she remarked and he felt her applying the cold 
gel to his anus and working it inside with her finger. 
     He felt the rounded tip of the douche nozzle against his orifice and 
Chelsea eased it inside him. As he did with her, she tilted it back to 
follow the slant of the base of his spine. 
     Then, she grabbed the hose. "I'm going to start it," she said. "I 
made it nice and hot, like I like them." Chelsea snapped open the 
clamp. Jeff felt an indistinct, cool spray deep inside his pelvic bowl. 
As water from the reservoir replaced that in the hose, the flow 
became warm. 
     The water filled and distended his rectum. Reflexively, Jeff 
tightened the muscles in his bottom against the hard nozzle to prevent 
leaking. Then, the enema found its way into his lower colon. The 
pressure subsided and he relaxed his muscles. "It is warm," he 
remarked. "Warmer than I remember my mom making them." 
     "I like them warm. I think the warmer the better. Remember your 
breathing," she coached. 
     Jeff took long, deep breaths using his diaphragm, working his 
belly up and down so the motion of his muscles would flex his colon 
and help distribute the enema. In the lower left quadrant of his belly 
he could feel the water working its way deeper and deeper into his 
colon -- pressure building and releasing. 
     Chelsea pinched the bag to check its fullness. "Time to roll over," 
she said and closed the clamp. Jeff rolled onto his back and she 
restarted the flow. "Look at that," she remarked and wrapped her 
fingers around his stiffening manhood. 
     "I've got one sexy nurse... This does feel better than I remember," 
he said. "Maybe that's because the last time I had one was due to a 
gut-ache." 
     By now Jeff could feel the enema reaching the furthermost parts 
of his colon, and he could feel the water flowing into him easily. He 
let his breathing return to normal. 
     Chelsea sat beside him, caressing his thigh. "You doing okay?" 
she asked. 
     "Yeah," he said. "No real discomfort." He ran his palms up and 
down his abdomen. "I think my belly is getting big." 
     She ran her hands along his abdomen. "It is." With her finger she 
traced from his sternum down his belly to his pubic hair. "I'm starting 
to see a bulge here. You know -- this is a sexy thing to do. I know 
how it feels when you give me one and I'm projecting those 
sensations on you." 
     "I'm glad you're enjoying this." He pressed his fingers against his 
abdomen. "I'm starting to feel the fullness," he said. 
     Chelsea closed the clamp. "Time to roll onto your right side," she 
said and guided the hose. Jeff rolled onto his side and drew up his 
knees. She pushed the nozzle deeper into his rectum. "We don't want 
that to slip out." 
     He heard the snap of her opening the clamp and he could feel the 
flow resume. Chelsea held the hose to keep the nozzle in place. Jeff 
made a snort. "I felt bubbles inside from here to here." He traced his 
finger above his navel from right to left. 
     Chelsea resumed caressing his thigh with her left hand as she held 
the nozzle with her right. "Ooh, your tummy is getting big," she 
remarked. 
     He ran his hand along his distended abdomen. "Yeah, It really 
shows when you lie like this. Starting to feel very full, now." 
     She pinched the bag. "Almost done." The bag emptied with a soft 
glug. Chelsea snapped shut the clamp, grasped the nozzle and pulled 
it from his bottom. Jeff remained lying on his right side, his knees bent 
and his abdomen heavy with two quarts of warm water in his colon. 
Already the heat and distention were beginning to stimulate motility in 
it. 
     "How are you feeling?" she asked. 
     "Very full," he replied. "Otherwise, no real discomfort. I mean -- 
it's not a good feeling but it's not a bad one, either." 
     "That's how I feel when you give me one. I've learned the longer I 
hold it, the better it works," she said as she ran her hands along his 
thigh and buttock. "If I hold it long enough, then I don't need a 
second one." 
     "My mom made me hold it for ten minutes. By then I was begging 
to go." 
     "I'll watch the clock." 
     "You know -- when you're holding an enema, every minute feels 
like ten." 
     "Then, maybe we can figure out something to do to keep your 
mind off it." She lay on the bed beside him and kissed his lips. 
     Jeff caressed her breasts through the sheer fabric of her gown. 
"You do look sensational in this. I never thought much about you in 
lingerie." 
     "Neither did I. I do like how it looks on me. I feel feminine in it." 
     "You look feminine in it." Jeff grimaced as his urge to expel 
became stronger and more persistent. "Enema definitely is working," 
he said. 
     She looked at the clock near her bed. "Six minutes to go." 
     He grunted and grimaced again. A gurgle came from his belly. 
"Enema wants out, and it wants out, now. Excuse me..." 
     He swung his feet to the floor and stood. "Let's see that tummy," 
Chelsea said. He turned sideways to her. "Now you're the one with a 
pregger tummy." 
     "Right... Full belly..." 
     Jeff trotted into her bathroom and closed the door. He flipped up 
the toilet lid and slammed down the seat. He could barely hold back 
the enema and it spewed from him as he was sitting down. Bearing 
down he pushed out more of the sloppy mix. A dull ache formed in 
his belly that grew more intense as spasms in his lower tract pushed 
its contents toward his rectum. He folded his arms across his 
abdomen, bent over and groaned as he bore down again to expel a 
long gush. "Unnh!" he grunted and pushed out more. 
     His cramping eased as he rid himself of the enema He could feel 
his colon shrinking and relaxing, and he felt relief from the volume and 
pressure in his belly. The spasms subsided as he relieved himself of 
the last remnants of the enema. Once sure none of it was left inside 
him he, cleaned himself off, flushed and washed his hands. 
     Chelsea was sitting on her bed as he stepped from her bathroom. 
"Everything come out okay?" she asked. 
     "It was a gut-wrenching experience," he replied. 
     "They can be. Sometimes I cramp so bad I feel like I'm turning 
green. But, you feel so much better when you're done. I think 
sometimes you need to feel worse before you can feel better." 
     "Well, I am clean as a whistle inside." He ran his hands along his 
abdomen. "I definitely feel better. I have that empty, relaxed, mellow 
feeling inside that you always talk about." 
     "And, your tummy's flat." 
     "No more pregger belly for me." He joined her on her bed. 
"Okay, I'm clean and I'm ready." 
     She smiled. "Good." She picked up the vibrator and the tube of 
lube and set them by the head of the bed. "We'll keep these handy. 
First I want to play a while." 
     Jeff lay on his back. Chelsea knelt near his hips and smoothed her 
hands along his thighs. She caressed his hips and lower abdomen and 
then slid her palms up to his breasts and teased his nipples with the 
soft pads of her fingers. 
     She turned her attention to his firmly erect manhood, caressing the 
underside of his shaft and running her fingers across his glans. "When 
I stroke it like this, it bounces..." She stroked it again. "It's nice and 
firm," she remarked as she wrapped her fingers around it and 
squeezed. "Oooh ... and wet, too." She smeared some of the clear 
fluid oozing from his organ onto his glans. 
     Chelsea reached for the vibrator and lube. "I'm going to do you 
just like you do me," she said. 
     He lifted his legs, held them behind his knees and drew them all 
the way back. "Wow -- I really feel exposed like this," he remarked. 
     "Indeed... Do you remember telling me how sex is giving and 
trust?" 
     He felt more cold gel on his bottom and Chelsea's fingers working 
it into his orifice. As he did with her, she used two fingers to relax 
and open his anus. Then she coated the vibrator with lube and, with a 
rotating motion, eased the tip into him. She tilted it back and slowly 
slid it deeply into his rectum. 
     "Is this what it feels like when I push into you?" he asked. 
     "A bit. The vibrator's shaft is smooth. Yours is gnarly. I like the 
gnarly, real Jeff." She pushed it all the way into him, nearly up to the 
control knob. "Is this okay?" she asked. "I didn't feel any resistance." 
     "So far no problems," he said. She turned the knob to a slow, 
throbbing setting. "Oh, wow -- I feel that," he said as he put his legs 
down, his knees bent and thighs spread. 
     "Let me try to find the right spot." She began probing the depths 
of his rectum with the device. "Say when." 
     "Up a little ... little more..." Jeff felt its throbbing in the root of his 
penis. "Right there. I think you found my prostate." 
     "Now -- you just lie back and enjoy the ride," she said. Chelsea 
gently worked the device back and forth and up and down. 
     "The sensations are amazing," he said. "Is this what you feel?" 
     "Pretty much, I think," she replied. 
     He could feel his arousal building and his erection strengthening. 
The throbbing sensations were telegraphed to his firmly erect 
manhood as strongly as if she were holding the device directly against 
it. Jeff's heart began to accelerate and his breathing deepened. He let 
his jaw drop and he closed his eyes. "Oh, this feels so good," he 
panted. 
     Chelsea worked the vibrator with her right hand, and with her left 
she began fondling his breasts. She pinched and rolled his nipples 
between her thumb and forefinger, alternating from left to right. "I can 
feel your heart," she said. "I like feeling your heartbeats." She 
switched between teasing his nipples, stroking his shaft and fingering 
the underside of his glans. "Oh, he's sooo wet..." 
     "It's just bubbling up out of me." 
     He regarded her as she knelt near his hips. One of her straps had 
slid down her shoulder. Her bodice fell and uncovered her breast. 
She didn't bother to replace it. 
     Jeff's erection grew stronger than he had ever experienced. He 
could feel pressure building in his glans as if each throb of the vibrator 
pumped it up more. It felt as if it were swelling to the size of a golf 
ball and as hard as one, too. It felt almost as if it would burst. 
     Chelsea eased the vibrator partway out of his rectum and the 
sensations began to recede, replaced by the pounding of his pulse in 
his now almost painfully erect shaft. 
     She turned it up a notch, pushed it back in again and held it in the 
spot, pressing it against the roof of his rectum and stimulating his 
prostate. The sensations were double the intensity of before. 
     Almost immediately his breathing became panting and his heart 
began to race. Chelsea had her left palm resting on his breast. 
Splaying her hand she teased his nipples and then curled her fingers 
to draw her nails across them. She reached down and grasped his 
stiff and throbbing phallus. Sliding back his foreskin to expose his 
glans she began rubbing its underside with her thumb. 
     Jeff let out a guttural groan unlike any he had ever uttered. She 
gripped his organ tightly as he squirted a massive load onto his chest 
and abdomen. "That's it," she said sweetly. "Come to Chelsea..." He 
let out another groan as his spasms subsided. Chelsea pressed her 
thumb along the underside of his shaft from base to tip, squeezing out 
the last drops of his thick, white semen. She withdrew the vibrator 
from his rectum and switched it off. "Yup, clean as a whistle," she 
remarked and wiped lube from it with a facial tissue. 
     Jeff stretched one leg and then the other. His orgasm left him 
panting and sweaty. He lay on his back, limp and with his eyes 
closed as he regained his breath. His arousal faded, replaced by a 
mellow sense of satisfaction. He opened his eyes, looked at her and 
smiled. 
     Chelsea touched one of the blobs on his belly, picked it up on her 
fingertip and transferred it to her tongue. "Oh... We made such a 
mess," she said and used the towel to dab him off. She gently 
mopped perspiration from his forehead. Then, she threw herself atop 
him, held his face and kissed his lips. She opened her mouth and 
pressed her tongue against his. 
     "Was it that good for you?" he asked. 
     "Oh, Jeff... That was the sexiest thing I've ever done -- to watch 
and feel your response. I could feel your heart beating faster and the 
look on your face... I even got turned on giving you your enema. It 
was wonderful for me ... and very arousing." She peppered his face 
with kisses. "Was it good for you?" 
     "It was unlike anything I have ever felt. It was without a doubt ... 
the strongest climax I have ever experienced. Is that what it feels like 
for you?" 
     "I think it's pretty close," she replied. 
     "You know ... I've asked previous girlfriends to describe what a 
female orgasm is like. None of them could tell me. If that's anything 
close to what one is like..." 
     "I know," she replied. "It's one of my regrets that I can't 
experience a true, female orgasm. Even reassignment surgery 
wouldn't allow me to." 
     He nodded. "Look on the bright side. At least you don't get 
PMS." 
     She snorted. "Right. I'm equally cranky every day of the month." 
     "Now, little girl -- it's time for me to do you..." 
     Jeff eased her onto her back and knelt by her knees. He began 
caressing her legs, savoring the shapes of her calves. "Such pretty 
legs ... and feet." 
     "Oh, God -- you're not a closet foot person are you? Have you 
been keeping that from me? Have you been secretly getting off on my 
feet?" 
     "No, I'm not." 
     "Good. Because I think that is one creepy fetish." 
     "I just think you have pretty feet." 
     "Okay... No toe-sucking, though." 
     "No toe-sucking." Jeff caressed her arms and ran his palms 
across her breasts. Through the filmy fabric of her gown he could 
discern the outlines of her areolas. He ran his fingertips across her 
nipples and they firmed under his touch. "I do like how your touch 
feels through the fabric," she said. "It's ... more subtle." 
     Jeff coaxed her to sit. He sat, facing her. They embraced and 
traded more passionate kisses. He slid a shoulder strap down her 
arm and peeled back the bodice of her gown. "I love those beautiful 
breasts of yours ... your perky nipples. It's amazing what hormones 
can do." He kissed her breast and rimmed her smooth areola with the 
tip of his tongue. Drawing her flesh into his mouth he massaged her 
nipple with his tongue as he held her around her shoulders. 
     "Mmm... I love how this feels," she said as she held his head and 
ran her fingers through his sandy hair. "I like how you're holding me. 
Other side?" 
     He lifted her strap back into place and repeated his motions on 
her right breast. Gently he eased her onto her back; then he reached 
under her hem and grasped the waistband of her briefs. "I think we 
need to take these off," he said. "Oh, I think you made a wet spot." 
     "I am so aroused I can barely stand it." Chelsea lifted her hips and 
he slid her briefs off her legs. Then, he folded back the hem of her 
gown and covered her hips and belly with kisses. Jeff nuzzled her 
ruddy pubic hair and kissed her modest but erect organ. 
     He ran his fingers up and down the sides of her shaft. "You are 
harder than usual." 
     "Are you going to use the vibrator on me?" 
     "I was going to use my own vibrator -- the one I was born with." 
With his tongue, he began stimulating her shaft just beneath the 
underside of her glans. 
     Chelsea stretched out her arms and closed her eyes. "Oh, that 
feels good. I love it when you do oral on me." Jeff reached under her 
thighs and cupped his hands over her breasts. He began fondling 
them and pinching her nipples. "It all feels so good together. Mmm..." 
     He felt her heart begin to accelerate and he modulated his 
tonguing accordingly. Her heart was beginning to pound. Jeff moved 
his tongue up so he was stimulating her glans and keeping steady but 
not-too-fast rhythm. He slid her shoulder straps down to uncover her 
breasts and pinched her nipples in synch with his tonguing. 
     Chelsea began making soft whimpers in the back of her throat 
with each exhale. He could feel her shaft become firmer. Looking up 
at her face he could see she had closed her eyes and her lips were 
parted. 
     Jeff could feel her heart accelerate. He began tonguing her glans 
directly and he could feel the muscles in her thighs begin to quiver. 
She was panting heavily through her open mouth. 
     Chelsea clenched her jaw, drew in a breath and he could feel her 
organ throbbing. "Oh!" she gasped. Jeff lifted his hands from her 
breasts and put them on her hips so he could wrap his lips around her 
glans and massage it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 
     Chelsea let out a cry and bit her thumb to stifle herself. "Oh, 
stop," she panted. 
     He came up from between her legs and caressed her face. "That 
looked like a good one." 
     "A real good one. I had a lot of pent-up tension from doing you 
and you've released it." 
     "It was quite the show you put on." 
     "How good a show?" she asked. 
     "See for yourself." He rolled onto his back. 
     "Oh, my..." She wrapped her fingers around his newly erect 
manhood. "It made a remarkable recovery." 
     "I'll say it did, after that powerful orgasm you gave me. I thought 
I'd need a week to recover." 
     She handed him the lube. "Prep me." She knelt on her hands and 
knees. 
     Jeff buttered her opening with the slick gel, working two fingers in 
to the second knuckle to spread her orifice. "Okay..." 
     She took the tube from him and smeared gel onto his stiff 
member. Grasping the hem of her gown she lifted it over her head 
and set it on the bed. "I thought you said that made you feel sexy," he 
said. 
     "It does -- but now I want to feel your skin against mine." She 
knelt, straddling his hips. He supported his shaft by holding its base 
and she lowered herself onto it. Jeff worked it into her anus, glans 
deep. 
     Chelsea crouched low and lowered herself further. Jeff felt her 
warm, soft tissues enveloping him as he entered her. She threw her 
legs back and lay flat atop him. He rocked his hips to push into her 
and she rubbed her shins against his. "Just hold me for a while," she 
said. Jeff held her across her shoulder blades and the small of her 
back. She snuggled her face against his shoulder. "When we're like 
this, I feel like we're one being - - a single entity. I need it, Jeff. I 
need the intimacy. It's become like food to me." 
     Jeff caressed her buttocks and ran his fingers along the crevasse 
between them. He explored her dilated anus with his shaft embedded 
in it. "I've been thinking," she said. 
     "About what?" 
     "About how far I've come since the start of last term. I've gone 
from rebuffing the persistent but sincere advances of some guy who 
was infatuated with me to being engaged to him. I've gone from being 
a virgin to ... an advanced beginner in the art of sex." 
     "You're beyond a beginner," he replied. "Especially after how you 
handled that vibrator." 
     "I've gone from thinking my bottom was dirty to knowing it can be 
a source of intense pleasure; and when done properly, that anal sex 
isn't traumatic at all." 
     "No more traumatic than front-door sex," he remarked. 
     "Assuming you have a front door, that is. I've not once been sore 
afterward. And, I've even started to develop a social life." 
     "I have seen the change in you," he replied. "Watching you 
blossom as you have is rewarding to me." 
     "It's all due to you, Jeff. My mom's right. You are so good for me. 
Do you know what's the biggest change in me?" 
     "What?" 
     "I'm not afraid of the journey anymore. I'm looking forward to it." 
She kissed his cheek. "Because I have someone by my side to share 
it with." She began gently rocking her hips. 
     "Am I in a good spot?" he asked. 
     "Pretty good." 
     "Can you have another?" 
     "I don't know," she replied. "I don't need another. If you can, go 
ahead. I like feeling you come inside me." 
     "What I like about being inside you is feeling your internal 
muscles." 
     "Like this?" Chelsea flexed the muscles in her pelvic bowl, 
tightening her sphincter around his shaft. 
     "That does feel good." 
     "I can do more of that..." Chelsea lifted up on her elbows. She 
placed her hands on his breasts and began pinching his nipples. 
"You're getting bigger and harder," she said. 
     "I always do when you touch me like that." He added his own 
gentle thrusting to her flexing of her sphincter. "Oooh -- I feel your 
heart beating faster. This does feel good, doesn't it." 
     "It feels wonderful," he panted. "Oh, God, Chelsea -- I'm gonna 
come." 
     She increased the rhythm of flexing her muscles and began 
stimulating his nipples with her nails. Jeff grasped her buttocks and 
pressed his hips against hers. "Oh, God!" he grunted as he 
ejaculated. 
     Chelsea cradled his head in her hands and they kissed long, 
tender kisses. Jeff's organ lost its starch and he slid out of her. She 
rolled off of him and cuddled under his arm, wrapping her legs 
around his. 
     "I'm spent," he said as he caressed her arm. "You know how to 
wring every drop out of me. You're way beyond any beginner." 
     "Mmm," she said. "Actually, I think this is the best part of sex. 
The sweet, mellow relaxation that comes after ... then sleeping in 
each other's arms." 
     "How about awakening in each other's arms?" 
     "That's good, too. I love you, Jeff." 
     "I love you." He reached for the lamp and turned it off. 
     
 
     Jeff opened his eyes. Chelsea lay facing him, awake. "Morning, 
beautiful," he said. 
     "Beautiful morning," she replied. "I sleep so well in your arms." 
     "Are you starting to believe we're engaged?" 
     She regarded her left ring finger. "It's starting to feel normal." She 
cuddled against him and he nuzzled her hair. "So, what do you 
think?" 
     "Think of what?" 
     "Of what we did last night." 
     "I told you -- it was the most intense climax I ever experienced." 
     "Is that all it was?" 
     "No -- it was more ... much more. I learned a lot last night. I 
learned a bit of what you feel when we make love. I've never done 
that with anyone else. I think I'll be a better lover for it." 
     "I'm pleased," she replied, "that I could teach you something after 
all you've taught me. Would you do it again?" 
     "I suppose ... once my colon gets over the indignity you inflicted 
upon it." 
     "Oh, come on. You give me enemas all the time. They're not that 
bad. In fact, I feel so good after one and they facilitate such good sex 
with you, I actually look forward to them." 
     "Yeah, you're right. It really wasn't that bad ... and, it's probably a 
good thing we did. If I had had something in there -- it wouldn't have 
been nearly as pleasant." 
     "That's for sure," she added, "for either of us." 
     He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Got plans 
for today?" 
     "Yes... I have to meet with my advisor at ten." 
     "Yeah -- I gotta meet with mine, too." 
     "Maybe we can get together for lunch." 
     "Yeah... Okay. Then we register tonight. We'll have to check our 
schedules and see what days we can be together. I put all my 
morning classes down as third choice ... but I'm sure I'll get some." 
     "Yeah. I know." 
     "I'm going to shower and head over to my room. I wonder if Ted 
is in yet." 
     Jeff picked up his duffel. Holding hands, he and Chelsea strolled 
to the Wheeler lobby. They embraced and kissed. "See you later," he 
said. She gave him a little wave. 
     He made the hike across campus to his dorm and unlocked the 
door. Ted was sitting at his desk. "When did you get in?" Jeff asked. 
     "Last night," Ted replied. "When did you get in?" 
     "Yesterday afternoon. I spent last night with Chelsea." 
     "Figures... You know on the bus from the airport I sat with a girl 
... a senior. Her name is Morgan Turlock and she was in Wheeler 
House last year. I told her we knew someone in Wheeler -- Chelsea 
Lane." 
     "Does Morgan know Chelsea?" 
     "She remembers her ... strange girl, she said ... shy, nerdy ... 
always kept to herself. Never went out on dates, never really mixed 
with the other girls. She stayed in her room unless she was in class or 
at meals. Even then, she always sat by herself and rebuffed any of the 
other girls' attempts to be friendly with her. Morgan says there was 
some ... talk." 
     "Talk?" 
     "Yeah... A freshman in a Wheeler single when it's normally 
reserved for upperclassmen? They couldn't figure that out. And then 
there was a rumor going around that Chelsea is ... you know..." 
     "I know what?" 
     "A shemale ... TG ... ladyboy. I told Morgan that my roommate 
was dating her. She said she couldn't believe it. I told her, believe it -
- they're going steady. He spends nearly every weekend over there. " 
     "What did she say to that?" 
     "She said whatever makes your toes curl. Next time you see 
Chelsea, ask her if she remembers Morgan Turlock." 
     "I'll do that ... maybe..." Jeff picked up some envelopes on his 
desk. "What's this?" 
     "Your mail. I picked it up for you. It's all university shit." 
     "Anything important?" 
     "The usual. Housing form for next year is in there. You wanna go 
in together again?" 
     "Oh... Well... Actually..." 
     "Actually what?" 
     "Actually, Chelsea and I are thinking about sharing an apartment 
off campus next year. Two can live as cheaply as one." 
     "Are you shittin' me? You two really want to live off campus?" 
     "I think we do." 
     "If that's what you want to do, you'd better find a place soon. The 
good ones go fast.'' 
     "I know. I'm gonna be on it this week." 
     "That sucks, man. I'll need to break in a new roommate and I just 
got you trained." 
     "Sucks for you, maybe. You're wrong about one thing. Chelsea 
and I are not going steady." 
     "No? What do you call it?" 
     "We call it being engaged." 
     "Holy shit." 
     "No guff," Jeff replied. "She's wearing my ring and everything. I 
wonder what Morgan Turlock would think of that." 
     "Yeah, I wonder... Holy cow... Another one bites the dust. 
Congratulations, man." 
     "Thanks. Now, what time is registration?" 

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