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Chapter 6 of 12



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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 6 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?

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Chapter 6

	Things got easier in some ways.  The school administration kept the
thing under wraps as far as teachers were concerned, but Lois was Lois.
Bathrooms and locker rooms were an issue in some minds, but Lois merely
promised to be discreet; since she'd apparently been going to the wrong places
all along, there wasn't much more to be said.  Besides, Mr. Johnston honestly
didn't know what Lois was packing in the way of genitalia, due to the
hermaphroditism ruse...

	The squad was safe from Mike, too -- but he didn't know it.  Ed wasn't
-- and Ed was so embroiled at this point that there just didn't seem to be any
way out...  Lois didn't bother to tell Mike that he couldn't hurt her any more
-- largely because she needed to be there for poor Ed...

	Mike's father now appeared regularly at Mike's 'parties'.  In fact,
Mike's father's friends had started trickling in, drawn by the smell of fresh
meat, apparently.  They were sharks -- heartless predators who used both Ed
and Lois mercilessly -- largely because Mike and his father got a kick out of
it.  Mike or his father went out and bought some things to make their evenings
more entertaining; Lois found herself in red corsets and black stockings and
four-inch heels.  Oral and anal sex were things she learned to enjoy -- or at
least appear to -- with just about anyone, under any circumstances.

	Everything they did to her made her stronger, it seemed like -- but Ed
was in deep trouble.  His appetites and the need to keep them a secret led him
down the slippery slope deeper and deeper into depravity; that he was blaming
himself for Lois' situation helped not at all.

	Football season drew to a close and Ed actually took her to the
Homecoming Dance as herself; the girls made her up and piled her hair atop her
head in a style that was like nothing Lou could possibly wear and the pair
stayed out of the limelight, so they weren't noticed.  The dress was backless,
but covered her minimalist cleavage; Ed declared her to be beautiful, which
got him a kiss.

	The night with Coach Karen had opened up new vistas for Lois; she
drifted slowly into being affectionate, especially with Ed.  At first, he was
seriously uncomfortable -- but they were thrown together and abused and they
coupled sexually on a regular basis -- and, ultimately, she was 'his girl', so
he got past it.  After that, things got very emotional, very fast...  Once, Ed
would show up and they would go up to Lou's room and talk and raise Hell and
watch videos -- maybe jerk off.  Now, they carefully locked the door and
engaged in heavy petting.  They never had sex at Lois' house, and seldom
anywhere else, except for Mike's 'parties', which always seemed to feature
'the jock fucking the transvestite' -- but they'd fallen in love...  Ed was
uncomfortable with Lois in her Lou clothing; Lois tended to wear panties or a
thong under the Lou getup whenever Ed was coming, and would get out of her
pants or shorts at the first opportunity.  A top was a top, but tighty-whiteys
didn't cut it...

	At home, there was another phenomenon -- the mother-daughter shopping
trip.  Arlene took her new daughter out to clothing stores and did the usual
carping about clothing that was too revealing or invited male rioting -- and
discovered that she was generally enjoying herself.  Lois' wardrobe blossomed.
Arlene didn't ask whether Lois was sexually active; she really didn't want to
hear the answer.  She made assumptions -- which were correct in general but
came nowhere close to the sometimes ugly reality.  She granted Lois all of the
freedom she could, knowing that living a lie at home wasn't fun for her.

	When basketball season started, Lois changed up and went out on the
floor at games as herself -- and no one noticed, apparently, despite the
bright lights in the gym.  A simple change of hairstyle and some makeup did
wonders -- and nobody seemed interested in discovering who the 'new girl'
was...  Coach Cartwright sweated it for two games, then forgot about it.

	Somewhere in there, Mike's father brought his new woman into the
scene.  Lois never got her name; the woman called her 'Honey,' with a sneer,
despite the fact that she seemed to end up with a cock in all three of her
orifices at almost every party and seemed to get even less consideration from
Mike's father and his friends than Lois did.  Mike's dad seemed to just call
her 'Slut' -- which clearly described the woman.  He got a big kick out of
filling her holes with semen from a bunch of guys, then having Lois felch it
out...  Ed wasn't allowed to fuck the woman -- he wasn't 'good enough' for her
-- but Mike did, regularly -- usually while his father was using a different
hole.  "She's a pig, anyway," Ed wrote it off.  Lois wished that he could have
at least gotten the experience.  There was apparently no end in sight; Ed
didn't do basketball, so he had more free time than Lois -- free time to be
used and abused and led deeper and deeper...

	The crash came in late March.  One of Mike's father's crooked business
dealings led local law enforcement to tap his phone -- and then to get
warrants, and then conduct a raid...  The list of charges went on for page
after page.  Mike tried to escape by playing the innocent victim -- and failed
miserably; recordings of him abusing and taunting Ed incriminated him.  But he
took Ed down with him, mostly out of spite, making charges that Ed did this
and that -- charges that had to be investigated...

	Lois got splattered, too, but she could -- and did -- handle it.  Ed,
on the other hand, was ruined in his own mind...

	He called her, from jail; they spoke for quite a while, Ed spending
the time blaming himself for the mess they were in and Lois trying to keep him
above water.  But the telephone didn't cuddle him and he was too far gone --
and nobody realized that he was a suicide risk...

	It was absolutely horrible.  Lois got transfixed in the media
spotlight; her father, blaming Arlene for shielding her and keeping him in the
dark, moved out.  And Ed, her friend and lover, was dead, hung in his cell
from a twisted bedsheet.  Lois wasn't even allowed to go to the funeral; the
family blamed her, not realizing that she'd been his only grip on sanity.  It
was too easy to blame the 'pervert'...  Lois moved out; eventually, her dad
came home, once she was gone...

                         --------------------

	College was four states away.  Lois kept her head down and worked hard
outside school to pay for her tuition and living expenses -- there would be
nothing from her father.  She went to a psychiatrist and a psychologist and a
sex therapist -- and finally to a couple of surgeons who specialized in making
adjustments for certain mistakes by Mother Nature...  Her psychiatrist hadn't
cleared her for the final surgery -- he wanted another eighteen months in her
current stat and, preferably, a stable relationship -- but she no longer had
her tiny sources of testosterone (snip, snip) and after a few hormone
injections, her metabolism had pretty much shifted gears, generating breasts
that were more than an 'A' cup, if less than a 'B', widening her ass, and
making a few other changes in her center of gravity.  She was getting more
female by the day, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

	Relationships were another issue.  She had work and she had
girlfriends -- a select few of whom knew her secret -- but men...  What was
fair?  When was the right time to tell a man that you're just a little
different?  Lois hadn't found it yet.  Holding out hadn't helped at all --
that she didn't have all of her female parts was 'The Big Lie' as far as
anyone who had known her for a while and might be getting serious was
concerned -- yet you didn't start conversations in bars with, "Hi, I still
have a dick -- is that a problem?"  There didn't seem to be any happy
medium...  It had been almost two years since she'd been with a guy...

                         --------------------

	Mike Webber stood there in the door, confused, while the babe standing
there in the hall regarded him with sad eyes.  She'd said, "Are you sure you
set everything right?  I REALLY don't want to surprise you.  I... might not
quite measure up to expectation..."  What could be wrong?  "Do you want to
look?" he asked.

	Lois thought about it.  If she went in this guy's room, and he'd
screwed up, things could get ugly -- and escaping unscathed might not be
possible.  On the other hand, he might know EXACTLY what he was doing -- and
that could be a trap!  Oh, why had she wasted her money on this place?  Hotel
security was reported to be excellent, but when you're under a guy's hands...
And, irony of ironies, his name was Mike...

	'She's absolutely scared to death!' Mike realized.  'Well, I'm a
little freaked, myself...'  "Uh, I guess I could be some kind of freak or
asshole, but I assure you I'm not.  We could leave the door open..."

	"It closes automatically," Lois said tonelessly.

	"Right."  Mike cast about.  "I could jam a coat hanger in the
hinge..."

	"That... might work..." Lois hazarded cautiously.

	Mike made it work; the hotel staff was going to be pissed, probably,
when they saw what it did to the hanger.  The door closure was pretty robust;
it snapped the hanger on the first pass.  Mike used both pieces to make it
work.  "How's that?"

	Lois eyed it and nodded.  "It will last long enough, I think.  This
might only take a minute."  She bit her lip, waiting.  Mike figured it out and
backed into the room.

	Lois followed cautiously.  "I should see your setup..."

	"It's over there," Mike gestured.  "Has someone hurt you or
something?"

	"Ha!" Lois snorted in derision, then got a grip.  "Repeatedly.  You
have no idea."  Her eyes said, 'And you may be next!'  She stepped over to the
console and examined the settings, drilling down.  "Mike?  You may want to
look at this..."

	Mike came over to stand beside her and looked at his selections; in
particular, Lois was waving the mouse pointer at the checked box for
Transgender.  "You did this?" she asked.

	"I must have..."  The light dawned.  "You're a guy?"

	"No," Lois replied, "But I'm leaving..."

	"Hold it -- if you're not a guy, why are you leaving?  How would you
know I'd checked that?  And why would it matter?"  Mike was massively
confused.

	"What?"  Lois was upset and irritated -- and it headed toward anger.
"How dense are you?  If you hadn't clicked that, I wouldn't be here!  And what
matters is that you OBVIOUSLY didn't know, so I'm in the wrong room!"

	Mike shook his head to clear it.  "You want to BE a guy?  Why dress
like that, then?"

	"What ARE you talking about?  No, I don't want to be a guy..."  Lois
started to cry.  "I have to leave."

	"No."  Mike put himself between Lois and the door.  "You owe me an
explanation.  You're leaving and I don't understand why -- and I'm pretty sure
I've come out with all of the permutations and combinations..."

	"The door is open for a reason," Lois' voice shook.  "I'll scream!"

	"Please don't!" Mike begged.  "Just -- I don't know -- sit or
something, relax, and tell me what I've done wrong!"

	"You haven't done anything wrong, yet," Lois said dully, "but you
don't want me."

	"I don't?"

	"If you did, you'd have clicked that box on purpose."

	"The transgender box..."

	"Yes."

	"Transgenders are guys who dress like girls or girls who dress like
guys, right?"

	Lois smiled sadly.  "There are a lot of definitions.  That's a basic
one, and maybe it even applies, sort of.  For some people, it's probably a
great joke, putting on the wrong clothing and fooling everybody -- putting it
over on 'The Man.'  But it isn't always that simple.  Clothing can be the
least of it.  What is the seat of sexuality?"

	Mike suddenly realized that he was in deep water.  Guys that dressed
up like chicks squicked him -- but this... person... who had basically just
admitted to doing it, was saying that the clothing thing was irrelevant...
"Clothes make the man..."

	Lois smiled crookedly.  "Maybe, at a job interview.  They CERTAINLY
make the woman.  I've flunked this interview -- let me go."

	Mike frowned, looking at the floor.  "I haven't answered your
question.  Maybe, before I do, you can answer one more for me.  Please
describe yourself."

	Lois stood and looked at him for a long moment before husking, "I'm a
girl -- one that nature played a cruel joke on."

	It was an amazing answer -- and Mike didn't know how to evaluate it.
"Can you, uh, elaborate?"

	"Physically, probably ninety nine and forty-four hundredths of a
percent of me is female.  More than half of my genetic makeup is female.
Basically, I'm female in all but one little spot -- but that one little
spot..."  She shrugged.  "For a lot of people, that spot makes ALL the
difference..."

	Mike had been around; he'd seen TVs in porn -- a lot of them had a
giant sausage that they wanted to bury in their sex partners at some point.
"How big is this little spot?"

	"I don't have to discuss this with you," Lois replied.  "Step away
from the door."

	"But you want somebody to consider this irrelevant," Mike retorted.
"From what I've seen on the Net, size can be VERY relevant in this case, so
I'm asking."

	Lois stopped, grimaced.  "The whole thing is maybe this big," she
said, making a circle of her thumbs and forefingers.

	Mike blinked.  "Mine isn't that big...  How long is it?"

	Lois cocked her head.  "Scrotum and all?"

	"What?"

	"I'm talking everything.  I... look, you obviously don't know much
about this and I'm not here to teach you.  When I said this," she held up her
hands again, "I said EVERYTHING!"  She closed on him, preparing to fight her
way past.

	"No."  He put an arm out, blocking the short hallway.  "You appear to
have unique circumstances; I think it IS your job to teach me.  You need to
relieve my ignorance.  You need to do that for ANYBODY you plan to have a
relationship with!"

	"Why should I bare my soul to you?" Lois all but wailed.

	"Isn't that what you're here for?" Mike retorted.

	"God."  Lois buried her face in her hands.  "Not to assuage your idle
curiosity.  It's too painful."

	"I'm a long, long way from idly curious," Mike said quietly.  "You
came to my door and stood there like an angel with broken wings.  I asked you
why, and you showed me -- to your satisfaction, but not mine -- and you've
been flapping those poor, broken things ever since..."

	Lois licked her lips and looked up.  "I was never big -- never big
enough, really.  I'm not a porno T-girl with a foot long cock.  And I'm, mid-
cycle, anyway -- I've had operations..."

	Mike cocked his head.  "What operations?"

	"I've been castrated to get rid of what little testosterone I was
actually generating.  I probably couldn't even get an erection on a bet."

	Mike took a breath.  "You're serious, then."

	"Deadly," Lois replied.  "In a couple of years, when I convince my
shrink, I'm going to have a vagina.  But before that, he wants me to have a
relationship!"  She laughed bitterly.  "Can you imagine that?  Me, having a
relationship?"  Her eyes, locked on his, flooded with tears before her head
dropped and her shoulders started shaking.

	Mike did the only thing he COULD do -- he took her into his arms.  She
relaxed, struggled, relaxed, and struggled again.  By that time, he had her
wrapped up.  "What are you going to do with me?" she asked his armpit in a
choked voice.

	"That's not really clear," he said, just a touch roughly.  "But you're
not leaving.  Your shrink is right -- you're a danger to yourself."  He
reached out, one-handed, and pulled the shattered coathanger out of the door
hinge.

	Lois watched it close.  "I can still scream, probably."

	"It's really, really not necessary," he said, his mouth beside her
ear.  Once they were clinched, his body told him things -- and his sense of
touch told him that he was holding a woman.

	Arms, holding her...  She shook off the distraction -- or at least
pushed hard at it.  "What do you want of me?"

	"What you came here for."

	"Sex?"

	"Did you expect that?" he asked.

	"Maybe.  Maybe ONLY that."

	"It's not what you wanted."

	"You don't know that."

	"I don't?" Mike shook his head, chuckling.  "You practically scream
'Love me!  Don't hurt me!'  It's all we've been talking about!"

	"No, we've been talking about my... affliction," Lois insisted.

	Mike cocked his head.  "The politically correct term would be
'challenge,' but you chose 'affliction.'  That says... so much."

	"I don't understand why you're bothering," she husked.  "I don't
understand why I'm still here!"  She struggled a bit in his grasp -- and it
was patently not an all-out effort, although she probably didn't realize it.

	"The plan is for me to understand YOU," Mike replied.  "You said
'operations.'  There was more than one?  What else...?"

	"Actually, there was just the one.  It's sort of a silver lining to my
affliction that I have a leg up on fixing it."

	"Soo..."

	"Everything else is me."  She looked up at him and her gaze hardened.
"But you want to see the sideshow freak, don't you?  If I show you, then can I
leave?"

	"Shut up!" he snapped.  "Stop acting like such a cunt!"

	Lois' eyes popped and she put a hand to her mouth -- and Mike burst
out laughing.  "I don't know WHERE THAT came from!"  He shook his head.  "But
it makes your point -- You're acting bitchy, so..."

	"So I must be a bitch?"  Lois couldn't hold back a smile.

	"That's a LOT better!" Mike grinned.

	"I don't have to prove what I am!  I know what I am!" Lois declared,
sobering.

	"You're right -- and I have a pretty good idea, too, so we can move
on," Mike said, stepping back.

	"Thanks for not shitting on me," Lois said, and headed for the door.

	Mike almost didn't catch her, he was so surprised -- but Lois found
herself spinning to her left due to the hand on her forearm.  "Where are you
going?"

	"We're done, right?" Lois blinked.

	"No," Mike shook his head.  "Let's re-do the past ten minutes.  I
checked that block on purpose, looking for a hot babe with a little something
extra -- so here you are and you're hot and we're gonna do whatever it is
we're here to do.  That's what you wanted to happen, right?  Am I meeting
expectations?"

	Lois looked confused.  "It didn't go that way."

	"Pretend it did -- is this what you wanted?  What's the plan?  I was
looking for a T-girl, so I'm thinking..."  Mike let it ride.

	"You're a bastard -- you know that?" Lois rasped.  "Okay, so, that's
kind of shallow.  I had some concept of a guy who can deal with my affliction
-- someone who understands...  But someone looking for a transvestite probably
doesn't understand..."

	"Nope," Mike agreed.  "More likely, he's just looking for something
exotic."  He shrugged.  "So.  You got me -- and we've worked our way through
the whole affliction thing, so what's next?"

	Lois stood there, concentrating, visibly reprocessing what had been
said.  "What?"

	"What's next?"

	"I leave, I guess."  Lois pulled her arm free.

	"Why?  Didn't you come here for something?"

	"Yes, but..."

	"But you didn't expect to get anything," Mike finished for her.

	Lois sighed.  "No, I didn't."

	Mike eyed her.  "I can see how this could hard to deal with -- but
we're past the big revelations phase, and you're still here -- I haven't asked
you to leave.  I haven't abused you, I haven't acted like an asshole -- except
to show you that your expectations were sort of screwed up.  So why DO you
need to leave?  I think I'm doing fairly well..."

	Lois stood there, fighting panic.  It all sounded so reasonable -- and
he was right -- he'd exceeded expectations.  So why did she want to run?

	Mike wasn't a big insight kind of guy; women were an enigma -- and he
had very little practice.  But this was fear -- and when he'd hauled her to
him before it was because she'd hit his 'shield and protect' button.  If she
was anything close to what she'd told him she was -- and he didn't think she'd
lied about anything -- she was hurt and scared and needed someone...

	... And while he wasn't totally certain about some aspects of the
situation, he was into it far enough that it seemed to be worth a shot.  If
she'd been some ugly dude in a dress, or had called him Honey and gotten
aggressive and tried to suck his cock or had looked like he was packing,
things would have been VERY different -- but Lois said she was a girl -- and
she looked like a girl, and more important, she ACTED like a girl -- a very
hurt, scared, unhappy, fearful girl carrying a heavy load of emotional
baggage...  "You don't know what comes next, do you?  You only had one
scenario -- the one where you have to run..."

	Lois licked her lips and nodded.  He had it, all right.  Deep down,
the hope that impelled her to come here wasn't supported by any expectation of
success.  Now she was here with an apparently nice guy who knew -- basically,
at least -- what her problem was.  It was the dream -- but she woke up about
now...  "I never got this far before," she husked.  "I guess I figured that in
the unlikely event..."

	"Things would take care of themselves?" Mike finished.

	"Yes."

	"Haven't you ever had a boyfriend?"

	"Yes." Lois turned her head away.  "He committed suicide."

	'Holy shit!' Mike thought, 'As if the other stuff wasn't enough...'
"That must have been devastating."

	"Yes."  Lois' throat locked; nothing else would come out.  A cocktail
of fear and grief and loneliness rose up and punched her in the stomach; she
couldn't even breathe!  Her vision blurred...

	Meltdown!  Mike detected it and reacted before he even thought about
it, pulling Lois into an embrace and rubbing her back.  "Shhhhhhh..."

	Lois found her nose in his armpit again -- and that was okay; the
combination of deodorant and the underlying male musk was VERY comforting.
She let go, allowing the pain and fear flow through her to their outlet,
leaving her shaky but calm.  When it was over, she stepped back.  "Thank you,"
she mumbled, embarrassed, reaching for her purse and the tissues inside.

	"Any time," Mike replied.  "Want to order in?"

	"What?  No -- I've imposed on you enough."

	"Then you owe me," Mike replied.  Either she was going to get stupid
from embarrassment and run or this was a token resistance; either way, taking
charge was probably the only way to handle it.  "Go sit on the bed and I'll
find the room service menu; you can't go out in the halls looking like that --
you should see your eyes!"

	"Oh, Gawd, I bet I look like a raccoon!"  Lois broke for the bathroom.
Mike grinned -- if THAT reaction wasn't female, what was?  He went digging for
the hospitality book.

	'I look HORRENDOUS!  OMIGAWD!'  Lois' makeup was a disaster, her hair
was flying all over...  'Nothing but a washrag and complete reconstruction
will fix this...' she thought, pulling a hairbrush from her purse and getting
her hair under some semblance of control.  As she turned on the water and
reached for a rag, Mike yelled through the door, "How about pizza?"

	"I love it, but it goes straight to my hips!" Lois yelled back -- and
listened, surprised, as Mike broke out in gales of laughter!  Confused, she
gave her face a quick wipe and stuck her head out the door, "What?"

	Mike wiped tears from his eyes.  "At this point, if you were trying to
convince me that you were a guy, you'd have trouble!  Jeez, some of the stuff
you've said in the past couple of minutes..."

	Lois' lips quirked.  "I could be a consummate actress..."

	Mike cocked his head.  "So surprise me."

	Lois grinned, carefree for the first time.  "Pizza it is, then -- I
could use a little more hip.  Besides, pepperoni gives me a deep, booming
voice..."

	Mike cracked up.  "Pepperoni it is, then.  I can't wait!"  He picked
up the phone.

	Lois stood there for a moment, smiling gently.  She felt...
comfortable, suddenly.  "Mike?"

	"Yes?"  Mike turned to look at her.  Half-removing her makeup hadn't
changed her face much...

	"Thanks."

	"Any time," he repeated his earlier response.  Lois wondered if it was
a formula with him -- but suspected that it wasn't.

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