Soviet Escape Plan
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The moonlight danced across the room, splashing against the walls until
they were challenged by a lone candlelight at the far side of the room. My
Good Samaritan, Otto lay on the bed quietly breathing after a hard day of
working outside, his muddy boots lay ahead of me to my right, just by the
door. It had been a short time in terms of days, hours, minutes or
seconds, but within this situation as clich? as it sounds; it seemed to be
an eternity. I thought about my years spent behind the wall, the times I
had with those who I considered being my family, then I looked up at my
reflection in the mirror. I would be unable to confide in my closest
friends, I was just another stranger, someone who was worse than dead,
someone that they never knew. That's what got me, I tried to hold the
tears back, but they began falling uncontrollably and softly on the
blanket. It continued for several moments, until saw Otto begin to stir,
then eventually make his way out of the bed and to my side of the room.
And without a word he took my small weeping form into his strong arms,
picking me up and sitting on the bed, allowing my head to rest on his
chest, weeping and all. I could hear his heart beat, every breath he
quietly took in and exhaled within seconds. And perhaps it was my weakened
state; perhaps it was just the being overcome with emotion and the simple
being caught in the whole mix of this most incalculable of gestures. I
looked up at Otto's tired face, his blue eyes slightly sleepy, but there,
present and his look of selfless caring and devotion for a total stranger
and in that split second, I kissed him. I planted my soft lips on his
surprisingly tender ones, as his eyes widened slightly with surprise, and
then began to relax. I had never kissed anyone before, male or female, and
as a male I was not homosexual, but it seemed that as a coping mechanism.
I had lost everyone I knew and cared about, and I did not want to lose
Otto, as I backed my lips off of his and took a breath, confirming and
realizing my course of action. I looked in his eyes again, and had a
moment of extreme empathy as his blue eyes reflected the same thing mine
did. He lay down on the bed as I wrapped my legs around his hips, as I
fumbled to find my bra strap, my breasts perked up upon their release. His
hands pulled down my panties as his penis stirred under the cloth of his
underwear, which I worked down to his knees. We changed positions as he
took the lead, and I felt the initial penetration in my vagina as the
strange feeling of somewhat initial pain, then tingling, then pleasure and
he continued penetrating than repeating, penetrating and repeating.
Uncontrollably, the room began getting hotter as I let out moans that
evolved from slight to full on in volume, as a pulsating began. A
pulsating coupled by several of the most intense spasms that I could never
explain as a male, but now as a woman I could explain as my senses being
drowned, only to be pulled back up right as I was about to suffocate. I
screamed on the final and most powerful of the spasms, almost like how a
child comes out screaming its Mother's womb. And with that almost in
mental exhaustion I fell asleep. I awoke to the smell of breakfast and the
sight of a sunny morning, the sun rays creeping through the window. As I
began coming to, my eyes blinked and a smile crossed my lips, I saw Otto
rustling and struggling in his endeavor to make breakfast. The small table
which lay in the middle in the room was already equipped with two sets of
silverware, and two bare plates. Otto's head turned and he smiled at the
sight of my awakening, his cheeks wrinkling in delight, and I felt a surge
of joy upon seeing his delight. He rushed over wrapping his warm arms
around my much smaller frame, and as we embraced, the faint pulsing of his
heartbeat reassured me of my decision. I ate as I usually would, Otto
beside me eating with the same vigor if not surpassing. As we finished the
plates and washed them, side by side disposing of them in the cabinet,
Otto playfully offered me a pair of worn overalls and underclothes.
"Would you like to come outside?"
I took the soft, light blue jean cloth to my skin, and after a moment
began pulling the white thermal leggings over my white panties and the
white thermal top over my bra. I placed by bare foot into the overalls
first and pulled them up buttoning them at the shoulders. My hair was
quite the mess as I kept brushing it out of my eyes, and saw my reflection
in the mirror. This was the first time I smiled at my reflection since the
swap, the first time I felt a bit of hope in an otherwise seemingly
hopeless situation. Otto led me out the front door as the cold air greeted
me at the doorway; the sky was blue and immaculate, the sunshine splashing
over the hills like the work of a great painter. I took in several breaths
and allowed the realizations of what decisions I had made now, and despite
losing one life, I have gained another. I looked at Otto's tall, muscular
frame walking toward the barn, and I glanced at the small house that lay
behind me. And yes, it would be a long road, and I may not become as
womanly as Natasha was. But, I was her. And as I took in a deep breath, I
smiled at the life that lay ahead of me, and one way or another I vowed to
make it work. Since then, Otto and I have married and still live in that
cottage, we still wash dishes and maintain the farm side by side. I am
Natasha Broycovich- Mueller. And this has been my story.
Geraldine
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