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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 7 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 7

	The pizza took forty minutes to arrive -- and it was questionable off
and on whether anyone would want it when it arrived...

	It all started when Mike poked his head through the now-open bathroom
door.  "You really don't have to put a ton of make up on..."

	"I don't wear that much," she replied -- then frowned a bit as a
thought occurred to her.  "Why, exactly?'

	Mike looked guilty.  "No reason."  His eye caught a smudge on his
collar in the mirror, and he tried to pull it out, "It stains my shirt."

	"It'll wash."  She eyed him, frowning.  "That isn't all there is to
it, is it?"

	Mike considered lying, but it appeared that he was already caught.  "I
guess not."

	"Go."  She pushed the door closed, forcing him through it.  "I'll be
right out."

      Mike stood outside the door, sheepish, trying to figure out how to
rescue the situation.  Nothing came to him.

	Inside the bathroom, Lois stood there, trying to decide whether to re-
do her makeup and walk out or wash her face and walk out.  Things had been
going well -- dammit, why did he have to go there?  How much proving herself
was she going to have to do?  Would anything be good enough?

	She decided on clean; she scrubbed her face and got all of her eye
makeup off, got a grip on her emotions, and opened the door.  "There!
Satisfied?  Want to feel my shave?  Well, surprise, surprise!  I DON'T shave!
I grow a long, grey beard and spend my evenings plucking it out while I watch
old 'Will & Grace' reruns, okay?"  She turned for the door.

	Mike found himself grabbing her wrist again.  "It's not like that!"

	"It isn't?"  Lois' eyes were wet.

	"Look, I want to be your friend.  As a friend, I don't care about that
stuff.  But if we go farther...  I don't know what my limits are."  Mike
wasn't EVEN gay -- on the other hand, he wasn't a homophobe, either -- but he
just didn't know if he could neck with a chick who wasn't a chick.

	"So what am I supposed to do?" she asked.  "Get naked?"  She tried to
tug her arm loose.

	The short answer was yes -- and Mike knew that if he said that, she
would tear her arm off to get out of there.  There had to be another
approach...  "Why did you come here?" he asked.  "Not this room -- why did you
come to the hotel?"

	Lois eyed him, caught short.  "It's... anonymous."

	"Right," Mike nodded.  "It's safer than a bar or something -- you have
control over what you're doing."

	Lois glared at his hand on her wrist, but she stopped pulling.  Mike
moved on, "That's a good reason for being here, but it isn't what you came
here for.  What motivated you to check into this hotel?  What were you looking
for?  What were you willing to do?"

	Lois eyed him.  "That's my business."

	"It's mine, too," Mike insisted.

	"Only if you make it so."

	"I already have," Mike retorted.  "Do you want me to tell you what I
think?  I think you came here looking for a relationship -- and were willing
to have sex to do it.  Tell me I'm wrong."

	Lois was angry, but...  Why did he always have to be right?  "Okay,"
she snarled, "But YOU just came here to have sex!"

	"Guilty as charged," Mike agreed.  "I came here willing to risk a
relationship to get sex and you came here willing to risk sex to get a
relationship.  If that doesn't define male and female, I don't know what
does!"

	"Yeah, maybe, but whether I'm female is an open question, isn't it?"
Lois spun to face him and demanded hotly.

	"No, that isn't it," Mike replied.  "You're VERY female between the
ears -- and just about everywhere else apparently.  I don't know if the issue
is so much you or if it's me; I don't want to hurt you by trying to give you
something and not being able to follow through."

	"Then don't bother!" Lois snapped.

	"You know what?  The problem here is expectations," Mike retorted.
"You expect me to crap on you -- you're almost BEGGING me to do it, because it
will let you off the hook!  I've already offered you a relationship -- as
friends -- and you need it -- you KNOW you do!  But the whole situation has
changed from where you thought you were going, and now you're trying to re-
draw the lines to avoid doing what you came here to do in the first place
because it doesn't fit where we are."  He sighed.  "You can have my
friendship, regardless -- and we can watch TV and play cards or whatever --
but if you want to know how much farther it can go, you have to give a little,
because I just don't know!"

	"If I put myself on display, won't that ruin things?" Lois wailed.

	"There's a chance I'll disappoint you," Mike replied.  "Maybe too
much, even to sustain what we have.  But if you start building hopes and I
dash them somewhere down the line because of something we knew about at the
outset...  This is your big problem -- the one that is a wall between you and
everyone else.  Maybe I can work through that wall and maybe I can't --but I
need to be able to see it to make an estimate..."

	Lois' shoulders slumped.  "What do you want?"

	"I know it sucks, but I need to see.  I need to see the girl and I
need to see that little spot that isn't girlish.  I need to know what is there
-- and whether I can deal with it when the time comes," Mike sighed.  "If I
can't, we can still be friends, if you want to -- but at least you'll know up-
front that we're not going beyond that."

	"That's... fair, I guess," Lois sighed.  "And you're right -- I'd have
done it under other circumstances.  But I didn't want to..."  'What?  Cheapen
things?  Push us into a sexual relationship when we had something else
blossoming?' Lois wondered.  'I came here expecting to offer Mike sex -- and
now, when things are going better than I dared hope...'  "How far?"

	"How far what?"

	"How far are we going?"

	"No sex," Mike replied.  "At least, that isn't on the table here.  I
need to see -- everything."

	"Okay."  She was scared to death.  She let him gently lead her to the
open space between the bed and the window, then stepped beyond her to draw the
curtain.  Lois started unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers.  It was
stupid; she'd worn clothing that made her look like a slut and she'd displayed
herself -- and fucked -- guys whose names she never knew -- but there was so
much at stake, here...  The buttons finished, she pulled the tails of her
white blouse out of her skirt and let it drop off her shoulders; it wasn't a
striptease -- she couldn't go there.

	Mike sat on the bed; he honestly didn't know what to expect.  He had a
lot of chest hair -- would she?  That would kill it...

	She didn't.

	Was the bra some kind of trick to cover a flat chest?

	It wasn't.  The breasts it revealed weren't monster mammaries, but
they were breasts -- small cones capped with puffy pink areolas.  Mike drew a
breath; Lois, watching him like a hawk, started on the button and zipper of
her skirt.

	She stepped out of her heels as she stepped out of the skirt, leaving
pantyhose over pink satiny bikinis.  "How am I doing so far?" she croaked.

	"You're batting a thousand," Mike said softly, while thinking, 'My God
-- she looks like a Victoria's Secret model!'

	She turned away to work her way out of the pantyhose, revealing a pair
of cute little dimples on either side below her hipbones.  Mike just couldn't
believe what he was seeing...  When they were off, she turned around in the
bikini panties.  "Now?"

	"No," Mike croaked.  "Come here."  Lois came forward slowly.  He
reached up and caressed her cheek, her neck.  "You said something about
shaving..."

	"I don't," she said simply.  "Oh, my armpits -- and my legs,
occasionally.  But they don't get bad.  I have this syndrome -- it's the basic
problem, actually.  I have an extra chromosome -- the two for a girl and the
one that sort of made me a guy..."  She paused, then said diffidently, "Even
genetically, I'm two-thirds female..."

	'Sort of a guy', Mike echoed in his mind.  'Where?'  He slid his hand
up her ribs to just below a breast.  "May I?"

	"Yes."  She was watching him like a hawk -- and only seeing wonder.
While he cupped her left breast gently, she said, "They're all mine -- well,
courtesy of a little extra estrogen."

	"They're sweet -- I love the nipples," Mike gurgled.  Looking up at
her, he said, "I don't have to see it -- I can live with it.  Put some clothes
on before I get stupid.  Want to see me?"

	"No," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.  "We're too close.
Let's finish this.  Then, yeah, I'd like to see you..."

	"You're sure?" Mike asked.  "I'm serious -- I've seen enough..."

	"Take them down," she said softly.

Mike took a breath and gathered himself.  "Okay."  He reached out and took the
sides of the skimpy panties in his fingers and slowly drew them down.  She was
furry -- and it sat there, surrounded by wiry curls.  It looked like he did
after swimming in a cold pool -- only even smaller; all you could see was the
glans.  Below that was a little wrinkled sack...  "May I?" he asked, leaving
her panties at mid-thigh.

	"Yes."

	He reached out to touch the scrotum; it was empty, as advertised.  He
could tell by looking, but he'd have never had the guts to ask some surgeon to
remove HIS at ANY cost, so verification seemed necessary.  He slid a finger
along the underside of the source of all of Lois' pain and said, "That's it?"

	"Yeah."  Her voice shook.  "It used to get to be maybe three and a
half inches when it was hard, but now that I'm neutered..."

	The thing just wasn't a threat -- Mike looked at it and looked at it
and it just didn't bother him.  Hell, he might even suck it, if it made her
feel good...

	"Well?"  Lois' fear was palpable.

	Mike looked up.  "Want to see me with a hard on?  I don't see how I'm
going to get it to go down, looking at you."

	"Mike, don't screw with me -- I can't take it!" Lois gasped.  "What
about my..."

	"Clit?" Mike finished.  "It's cute.  Does it feel good if it's played
with?"

	"It's not a clit, it's a..."

	"It doesn't matter what it is -- it doesn't bother me.  NOTHING about
you bothers me.  And about one hundred percent of you makes me horny.  Put
some clothes on, or I won't make any promises about what I'll do..."

	"Mike!  Be serious!"

	"I'm DEADLY serious!" Mike declared, rising to his feet and towering
over her.  "Your big problem is just irrelevant, as far as I'm concerned.  I
couldn't care less about that little hunk of flesh -- unless there is a way to
use it to make you happy, in which case I want to hear ALL about it!"  He drew
her to him, rubbing the soft flesh of her back, "You are THE hottest babe I
have ever had the pleasure of seeing naked!"

	"You're deprived!" Lois husked, trying to fight a meltdown.

	"Not any more..."  Unable to resist, Mike reached down and cupped an
ass cheek.  Lois, unable to dam her emotions, exploded into tears.

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

	It took ten minutes for Lois to get a grip -- ten minutes of soft
compliments and promises.  He had a vague moment of worry when she lifted her
lips to his, but it was gone before she could register it.  Once started, Mike
had no interest in stopping, either; her lips and tongue poured passion into
his mouth -- passion he had no problem returning.  It took a knock on the door
and the announcement, "Room service!" to tear them apart.

	THAT surfaced an issue -- she was totally nude, after all...
"Bathroom!" Mike yelped.  "There are robes!"

	"Right!" Lois squeaked, and dashed inside, closing the door.

	The waiter was the soul of discretion, unperturbed by the puddle of
female clothing on the floor or the muffled thumps from the bath.  "Will there
be anything else, Sir?" he asked.

	"No."  Mike dug in his pocket for a tip -- and didn't really have a
proper amount.  He fished out a twenty, looking both embarrassed and unwilling
to part with it.

	"Just put any honorarium on the slip, Sir," the waiter said, smiling
gently.  Mike wrote him up for twenty-five percent and sent him on his way.

	"Is he gone?" Lois asked, sticking her head through the door.

	"Yeah."  To Mike, for whom virtually all questions had been resolved,
she was a vision in the white terrycloth bathrobe she emerged wearing loosely
belted at the waist.  The smile on her face just added to things.

	"Thank God!  I'm STARVED!" she erupted.

	"Mind the hips!" Mike cautioned, laughing.

	"Worried I'm going to swell up or something?" Lois laughed gaily.  It
was impossible to describe how free she felt -- he'd seen it all and accepted
it!  Whoopee!  She plopped onto the foot of the bed; Mike popped open the
pizza box, shifted a slice to a plate for her, delivered it, and got one for
himself.  "What do you want to do while we're eating?  Watch TV?"

	Lois had an idea.  "Have you seen any groups?"

	"Yeah, earlier, some woman was taking on two black guys in the
Jacuzzi," Mike related.

	"Let's see what's out there..."  There were no groups registered, as
it turned out, but the cameras in the public areas still worked by default, so
they decided to take a visual tour.  The Jacuzzi was empty, so Lois moved on,
clicking a button for a camera in the fitness center.  There was one heavily-
muscled guy in there working out on the weight machines -- alone -- so Lois
punched up the dry sauna...

	It was NOT empty; two guys were busy proving that they were at least
bisexual; the initial view from the door area showed one bent over sideways,
one knee up on the wooden bench, his stance spread, grunting, while the other
was driving his cock into his ass.

	There were four cameras; Lois flicked to the overhead view, then one
that presented them from behind -- you could see the guy doing the fucking's
ass cheeks clench as he drove forward -- and finally, to a head-on shot.  The
guy taking it was masturbating his hanging cock and grunting; after a second
or two, his head came up and he grinned.  "We're being watched," he told his
sex partner.

	The other guy looked up from his fixed study of his partner's back and
grinned.  "Come on down!  We'll fit you in somewhere..."

	Mike looked surprised.  "I thought you had to reserve the public
areas..."

	Lois shrugged.  "I did, too, but I guess if you meet somebody...
Everyone in the adult areas is basically saying that they're looking for sex
just by being there, after all.  Reserving an area for a group makes it
private, and viewing optional -- but I guess if you get off on being seen and
want to have an orgy, there's no reason to lock the place down..."  She pulled
up a chat window and typed 'Thanks, but we'll just watch...'

	"Suit yourself," the fuckee grunted.  "This is prime dick..."

	Mike asked Lois carefully, "Does that do anything for you?"

	"Well," Lois cocked her head, eyeing the screen, "it's sex, and
they're having a good time, so it's a little arousing -- but I can't really
empathize with either of them."

	Mike nodded.  "Me, either.  Guys don't do much for me.  It was a major
concern..."

	"I noticed," Lois murmured.

	"Want me to prove that it isn't a concern now?" Mike asked.  "How
about if I show you mine?  You showed me yours.  The hard-on I've got should
answer your questions..." Mike wiggled his eyebrows.

	Lois giggled.  "It could be the guys..."

	"But it isn't," Mike told her.

	"Go put a robe on and we can play peek-a-boo any time we want..."

	Mike did as she asked, getting up and going to the bath to undress and
slide into a robe.  When he returned, his erection had subsided a bit from the
lack of direct stimulation, but still tented the terrycloth -- deliberately.

	Lois was still watching the gay guys go at it.  "I thought that wasn't
any big deal," Mike murmured.

	"Well..." Lois sighed.  "It's better watching them when they enjoy
it."

	"Have you...?"

	"When I was a guy?"  Lois eyed him.  "I guess maybe that's when I
found out that I was a girl in a guy suit.  I don't see myself as gay -- and
never did.  Have I been on the bottom?  Yes.  Have I been on top?  No.  The
reason should be pretty obvious.  I think the only time that ever counted as
gay sex was a rape..."

	"Ah, shit!"

	"Are you surprised?" Lois smiled crookedly.  "I've seen some heavy
stuff -- DONE some heavy stuff -- usually unwillingly.  I have issues, Mike --
in case you haven't guessed -- and good reasons for having them."  She waved
her hand at the screen.  "I've seen a lot of that -- but usually, the guy on
the bottom wasn't really enjoying it, and the guy on top was getting off on
the fact."

	Mike shook his head.  "That's some sorry shit."

	"I got in with a sorry-assed crowd."  Lois flicked the mouse, moving
them to the pool area -- where two couples were decisively engaged.  In the
foreground of the main camera shot, a probably forty-something guy was
standing with his hand on a woman's shoulder while she sucked his cock,
kneeling before him.  In the background was a woman -- one the camera didn't
give much of a view of, because she was on her back with her feet on the edge
of the pool, knees up and spread for the guy in the pool to be able to access
her pussy.  "I bet they didn't come in like that," Mike murmured.

	"No bet," Lois chuckled.  The standing guy was white, the kneeling
woman, black -- and the guy with his face in the other woman's crotch was
black; the recipient of the cunnilingus was, of course, white...

	"Is this better?" Mike asked.

	"Different, anyway," Lois replied.  "I can get into it a touch more."

	"Can you tell me about it?" Mike asked.

	"It's... ugly, some of it."

	"I might need to know."  The pair of them sat there, watching the
couples on the screen.  Lois didn't look at Mike -- the action was an excuse
not to as she gave the semi-condensed version of her career to date, finishing
with, "I was never a guy, sexually, to Ed -- even the first time -- and the
others don't count, really."

	"That's godawful!" Mike shook his head.

	"I learned to put the worst of it aside," Lois confided.  "Part of
their pleasure was the pain and humiliation, so I refused to be humiliated,
even if I couldn't refuse to hurt.  It was just sex -- pleasure or pain --
just sex."

	Mike nodded.  Lois wasn't a virgin -- even in this state -- by a long
shot.  It sounded like equipment or no equipment, she'd never really had sex
as a guy -- never used her cock on a girl.  "What do you plan to do?"

	"I'm going to get the operation," she told him.  "I'm going to have
the proper parts put in -- those I CAN have, at least.  I'll be a virgin,
then..."  She eyed him sidelong.

	Mike understood.  It was too early for her to make an overt offer --
and too early for him to accept it -- but the incentive was there.  "Will you
be able to feel pleasure?"

	"They move things -- shift things around," Lois explained.  "They take
the layers with the nerves that are on the outside and put them inside -- and
they leave some glans tissue for a clit.  They're pretty close, actually.  In
my case, they won't have much to work with, but I have hope -- and besides,
most of it is in your head, anyway.  I get pleasure from doing it the way I
have to now..."

	Mike nodded.  That was good to know.  He couldn't see, frankly, how
she managed -- she should be thoroughly traumatized.  But some people shrink
from adversity and run off with their tails between their legs, and others
rise to the challenge; Lois was one of the brave ones.  He pulled her against
his side and she leaned against him, willingly, chewing hunks off her piece of
pizza while watching the action on-screen.

	Mike took the mouse and shifted to one of the three overhead cameras
in the pool area; the woman getting the tongue-ride was mauling her breasts
and moaning.  She wasn't particularly hot-looking -- none of them were -- but
that lent a certain real-life draw to it.  Lois, having surrendered the mouse,
slid her free hand under Mike's robe, closing it on the hot staff poking up
from his groin.  "Don't use that hand to get pizza!" Mike gasped.  Lois just
grinned up at him.

	The black guy levered himself up out of the pool; Mike changed the
camera angle to watch from the nearest one as he repositioned his sex partner
and prepared to mount her.  It wouldn't have made it in porn; the white guy
that his apparent significant other was trying to swallow had more cock,
arguably, despite the paunch that extended over it, and that would have given
the lie to the black super-cock legend.  But they were both in the same class
and it was still interracial sex, and the woman seemed more than happy to take
him in.  In the background, from this angle, the black woman took visible
notice and flopped back on the pool deck, waving for the white guy to enter
her; she was going to get hers, too, by God!  Lois giggled.  "I bet someone is
gonna get yelled at when they get home..."  She moved her hand on Mike's hot
shaft, detecting the dampness of his pre-cum as she rolled her fingers over
his tip.  It was funny -- they'd gone from 'possible' no-strings sex to 'no
possible way' to 'maybe' to the point where if they did have sex, a commitment
might come with it -- and she wanted both the sex AND the commitment...  She
looked up at him, her eyes smoky, "Do you like to be sucked?"

	The long answer might have been 'not usually'; the vast majority of
his blowjobs had come from professionals whose only motivation was to get him
off quickly and take his money.  But she wasn't a hooker and he KNEW that she
was going to put more into it -- so the answer was "Yes."

	She opened his robe and lowered her head, murmured, "God!  It's
beautiful!" and rolled her lips over the glans and started whirling her tongue
over the sensitive flesh.

	"Ahhh!  Holy shit!" Mike groaned, throwing his head back.  Then he
dropped it back into position to watch her suck...

	The TV was forgotten, totally, by both of them.  Lois' pizza slice
made it half onto her paper plate as she unloaded it without looking so she
could cup his heavy balls.  "Mmmmmm!"

	Mike dropped back onto his elbows; her position made her hard to get
at.  Besides, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do for her below the
waist.  A nipple was available; he contented himself with that.  He really
didn't have much attention to spare, anyway -- there was something about
watching his cock slide between those beautiful lips...  She knew all of the
tricks hookers knew, apparently -- including how to lodge him deep in her
throat -- but unlike a hooker, she was in no hurry.  He was, though; it was
after only a little more than a minute and a half of pure Heaven that he
hunched himself to keep from trying to jam his cock down her throat and fired
his first pulse -- only to find that her nose was in his pubes, anyway...
"OMIGAWD!  FUCK!" he hissed, as spurt after spurt pulsed from him like a
fountain.

	Even when he was done, she didn't pull away; instead, she lay with her
head on his belly, lipping him, teasing him, keeping him hard while idly
watching the two couples in the pool area.  Reaching up to change the camera
angle she slipped -- and another view presented itself.  "What's this?" she
wondered aloud.  Mike said nothing, just looked at the screen with glazed
eyes.

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