Small Beginnings Chapter 17
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Small Beginnings (Part 5)
"Jack, I was born male," he kept hearing it over and over in his mind that
night. Jack tossed fitfully in bed, listening to Alex sleeping in the crib
across the room. He went over everything he'd done that night since those
words. He'd sat there and watched her go, even then admiring the way she
walked with such grace and sensuality. It just couldn't be true. She had
rounded the corner and he stood up to go, just tossing a hundred on the
table and leaving. He'd walked to the door and turned and looked at the
empty table. He didn't even remember what was going through his mind.
He'd been standing at the valet stand with the ticket in his hand. He waved
off the valet for the moment as he thought.
Maybe he was rushing things. He'd gotten so caught up and missing Julie
that he'd allowed Ann to come in and take advantage of him. "But how? How
was cooking his meals, changing shitty diapers and cleaning up puke taking
advantage? How was taking care of his kids for several days taking
advantage?" He continued to stare at the ticket but it failed to give him
any answers.
Then he thought of Julia, how could he betray her... and for a guy? Well,
not really a guy, was she? His mind thought to the impulses he'd felt and
kept in check earlier in the evening. He was bothered by how he'd felt so
attracted to her, but she was beautiful. She was everything he liked in a
woman, except she had...
Then he remembered his own words from earlier that evening, "Whatever
secrets you have, I won't run out on you. I will help you through them,
the way you helped me" those words mocked him standing there, in the cold
night air.
"You fucking coward," he said out loud.
"Excuse me sir?" the valet asked a little agitated.
Jack looked up. "Oh, hey, I'm sorry I was talking to myself." He turned
and went back inside. He was still in utter turmoil. He couldn't quite
figure this situation out. All he knew was that Ann was the nicest,
kindest, most loving person he'd met since Julie. Maybe, it doesn't matter
what her body looks like, but he knew he liked Ann's soul. The money was
still on the table he quickly snatched it up and sat down. He grabbed the
wine glass, gulped it and poured another. He wanted something harder, but
the wine was all that was on the table.
The waiter came up and was asking if they were ready to order. Ann wasn't
back yet so he stalled. He hadn't remembered her looking so stunning when
she returned. She was clearly excited that he'd stayed. He didn't even
remember the meal. The conversation was about work, he was doing so well
he focused on that aspect of his life. Coffee and dessert came and
afterward he had a ready excuse to relieve the babysitter. Jack got the
check and they prepared to go, he rose then helped Ann out of her seat,
then with her wrap and allowed her to exit first.
The ride home passed mostly in silence and then he escorted Ann to her
door.
"I did have a lovely evening, Jack," she said to him. "I won't make you
anymore uncomfortable than you seem by offering a kiss," She smiled wanly.
He'd felt terrible, he could see she wanted so desperately to offer him
more. How much more? With any other woman he'd be more than willing to
find out, but he wasn't ready for this yet.
"Yeah, I have to go check on the kids." His excuse which sounded so
reasonable in his head, sounded pathetic coming out of his mouth.
"I understand," she nodded. "Goodnight and thank you," With that she shut
the door.
Several hours later he was still replaying the night in his mind. He
willed himself to sleep, but that never worked for him. "What to do?"
Across the parking lot Ann was laying awake in her bed too. She'd closed
that door and felt that despite his staying at the restaurant, the evening
had been a disaster. She felt defeated, but she wasn't sad. She'd known
this outcome was a possibility from the start, and it could have been much
worse. Mostly she feared she wouldn't be asked to babysit or spend time
with the children. This surprised her. She'd never felt any motherly
instincts and yet here she was pining to hold Alex and give Tommy a big
hug. She drifted off hoping against hope.
The next morning was a glorious Sunday morning. Ann woke up late having
stayed up until the wee hours of the morning thinking about the night
before. She lounged in bed contemplating her day. Then decided that she
needed some time away, and she needed to do some shopping. Getting up and
starting her morning routine she decided that she needed to spend some time
with her mom. She called Katrina to see if she was available to go out.
Years before, when she'd been a part time crossdresser, she'd met Katrina
online in a chat room. Katrina was a part time crossdresser, and was also
married to an understanding woman. This was something new for Ann who had
grown up with nothing but intolerance for her choices. Katrina had such a
feminine way about her that Ann felt they clicked. It wasn't long before
Ann was calling her mom. Ann needed that guidance at that time in her
life. Her links to her own biological family were crumbling around her and
Katrina became a surrogate mother. By the time Ann graduated from Grad
school, Katrina and Caroline where the only ones there, despite the fact
that Ann was still living most of the time as a male.
Ann called Katrina's number and got her voicemail.
"Hey, Mom," she started. "I had a rough night last night. I'm going out
for some retail therapy if you want to join me. Call me."
That done Ann stripped down and got in the shower. Finished with her
morning routine she dressed. She slipped on her bra and inserted her
forms. "Next on the list" she promised herself. "C-cup boobs because
you're worth it," She thought to herself. With her cotton panties on, she
tucked herself back, then struggled into her black skinny jeans. A maroon
top and grey bolero sweater finished her clothes. She bent down and put on
grey suede wedge heel pumps. A thin gold chain finished her look and she
went and dried her hair. She'd just finished drying her hair when she
heard her cell phone ringing.
"Hi, dear," Katrina said. "How are you doing this morning?"
"I'm ok, I guess. I could use some time with my mom today though."
"Understood baby. Maybe I can arrange some time for this afternoon. I
can't get away from family until around twoish."
"OK, mom, that sounds great. I'll meet you at the mall then."
"Sure thing dear. Can't wait to hear about it, see you then Sweetheart."
"Love you," Ann replied hanging up. She went to the purse she used the
night before and switched over to her casual bag, and headed for the door.
Ann liked this mall in particular. They had all of her favorites.
Although she wished she could shop for all her clothes at one source she
knew her shape was particularly suited to at least something in every store
in the mall. It's not that Ann was a big person with a distinctly male
shape, she'd been working out to maintain a lean body and her corset
training was molding her body into a better figure, but she knew that she
had to mix and match to find tops for her longer torso, and slacks for her
longer legs. Shoes would always be an issue. Most stores selection stops
at size 11, she was a 12. Ann hated shopping for shoes the most, because
the styles offered in large sizes where usually bland to say the least.
She gazed longingly at the H&M window, and imagined herself as a teen in
Forever 21. What fun she missed out on, she thought wistfully. She
stopped at Saladworks for lunch eating it in silence as she watched the
crowds of teens banter in the food court. She'd grown accustomed to the
tell-tale signs that she'd been spotted as male. It was rare now, but teen
girls where almost uncanny. Like a cat stalking prey she noticed the
subtle shift in the kids nearby. The girls giggled. Ann tensed up
thinking it was about her. So deep was her revery she'd never noticed
Katrina's arrival.
Katrina was the kind of woman Ann wanted to be. She knew she could pass in
most situations and she didn't care about the rest. She was oblivious to
the teens, or rather she was self confident enough and fearless enough not
to allow the teens the satisfaction of seeing her react. Ann got up and
hugged her.
"Hey Mom," she said as they hugged. "I think we should leave."
"Why, Honey? I just got here."
"Because," Ann whispered, "those kids at our left have spotted you."
"Oh, relax," Katrina scoffed. "What are they going to do? Ruin my
reputation? I'm as out as I can get and I'm too old to give a shit about
what teenagers think. Eat your lunch and we'll talk."
The kids wandered off taking the long way around the food court, Ann
glancing every few seconds to mark their progress and Katrina studiously
ignoring them. Relaxing, Ann began to relate the previous night to
Katrina.
"In the end he made and excuse about the kids and the babysitter and
hurried away," Ann finished. "I think I lost him, and what's really weird
is that I'm more afraid of not seeing Tommy and Alex."
"Hmmmmm," Katrina mused. "You laid a bombshell on him sweetheart. That's
a lot to digest in one night."
"I know," Ann confessed. "I feel terrible to have led him on."
Katrina waved dismissively. "Honey, he's a man. He's going to go where
his penis wants to go. That's what's troubling him right now. His
hormones led him to you, and he doesn't know what that means about him as a
man right now."
Ann mulled this over, as she finished her salad and drink. She gingerly
wiped her mouth and then took out her purse to repair the damage her lunch
did to her makeup.
Katrina watched her proudly. "You are such a natural. I'm so proud of
you."
Ann blushed, smiled and turned away embarrassed. "Mom!" she whined.
"Oh! You love every second of it," Katrina said.
Two women, mother and daughter strolled through the mall, entering shops,
commenting on the clothing, trying some on. It was everything Ann needed.
She relaxed, and focused on enjoying this time. It was something she'd
longed for, for so long. They went to a store and Katrina tried on an
elegant evening dress.
"Mom, whenever are you going to wear that? You don't go out," Ann asked
earnestly.
"Dear," Katrina replied, "I'm not like you. I don't get to do this
everyday. The group I'm in is having a party."
"I'm sorry, Momma," Ann apologized. "I just forget sometimes."
"You have that luxury, Dear. Now, what do you think?"
"It's lovely, I like how it drapes over your shoulders. It's slimming, but
it accentuates your assets."
"I have too much assets!" Katrina joked.
"You can always work on that if you think you must Mom."
Ann ended up with a new plum silk top with a scoop neckline. She knew this
would go well with a number of outfit choices and was versatile enough for
both work and evening wear. She also got some new slacks for work and a
sweater. Katrina was more restrained only taking the cocktail dress. Both
women bought some costume jewelry that would be cute with outfits they had
in mind.
Leaving the mall Ann kissed Katrina goodbye and headed back to her car.
She stopped at the supermarket on the way home to pick up some dinner
groceries. She flirted with a nice guy in the produce aisle over the
avocados. Teasing him about squeezing them too hard, they both giggled and
blushed. Ann felt better than she had all day as she walked back to her
apartment.
Inside she poured herself a glass of wine. The phone rang just as she took
a sip. Cursing the interruption in her mind she answered it. "Hello" she
croaked as the wine made her voice crack.
"Oh....ah... I'm looking for Ann," said a confused Jack.
Shifting back into her femme voice Ann greeted Jack excitedly, "Oh Jack! It
is me. You caught me in mid-sip of a drink and surprised me! I'm so
sorry." Then she giggled to reassure him. "What's up?"
"Well, Tommy has been asking about you. And to be perfectly honest I've
been thinking about you all day. I think... I behaved badly last night, and
I want to talk with you. Tommy wants you to come over for dinner, too. We
can talk after."
Ann was conflicted. She desperately wanted this to work, but after last
night and the conflicted vibe Jack gave her she didn't know what to think
about him. She felt the moments piling up as Jack waited patiently.
Finally, hardly knowing what she was going to say herself, she answered,
"Ok, Jack. I'll be over in a few minutes."
"Great!" He said the relief evident in his voice. "See you soon."
Ann hung up and sat down to think. Maybe he did just need some time to
process her truth. She stood up and gathered her things. She did a quick
repair of her makeup, slipped on her shoes, and headed out the door.
Jack answered the door after a few minutes delay. She giggled to herself
listening to his muffled, "In a second!" shouted through the door.
Jack answered the door puffing, with Alex in his arms. "Sorry, come in," he
said between breaths. "Cooking with Alex and Tommy in tow isn't easy."
Ann reached out and took Alex. "No, it isn't," she agreed. She gave the
baby a quick peck on the cheek. "What's cooking it smells wonderful!"
"Oh, chicken piccatta with orzo. I guess I should have tried something a
bit less ambitious." Jack smiled sheepishly.
"Is that why you called me over?" Ann teased. "An overly ambitious dinner
got out of hand and required a babysitter?"
"No! No!" Jack started defensively, and then caught on. He was too
defensive over last night. "Well, you know, Tommy missed you," he teased
in return.
Tommy pried himself away from cartoons to see Ann there. He got up and
hugged her knees. She warmed to these three guys.
Over the next two hours they had a lovely meal and Ann began to feel part
of the family again. She and Jack but the kids down at eight thirty and
returned to the living room.
"I'm going to make some coffee, want some?" Jack asked.
"Love some," she replied.
"How do you take it? Cream?" he asked a few minutes later.
"No, thank you, I take it black, like my men," she replied jokingly.
Jack was floored, then he poked his head around the corner to look at her
grinning, "Airplane! right?"
She grinned back. "Exactly. Actually, once sugar and a splash of milk,
but I couldn't resist the reference."
He smiled thinking about that movie, which was one of his favorites. "That
was good," he said chucking.
Bringing in the coffees he handed her a cup. She grasped it with both
hands and blew on the surface to cool it. He admired her lips and noticed
that her lipstick was perfect again. She must have repaired it from dinner
while he was in the kitchen. Her lips where so seductive, pursed like that
to blow on the hot liquid. She took a sip then looked over the rim at him
staring at her.
Ann swallowed and asked, "What?"
"Nothing," Jack replied. "I...I just," words failed him.
She reached out and touched his hand. "Jack, relax. Just tell me."
He set his coffee down. He hadn't wanted any coffee to begin with; he'd
only made it to avoid the inevitable conversation, to delay what was coming
next. "Ann, I'm scared," he began. He looked into her eyes; she was
looking at him intently. She was nervous too, he could tell. But she was
sympathetic to him. "I've never been in this situation before. It's made
me question who I am, who I think I am, anyway. But Ann..." words failed him
again. This time however, he leaned in and kissed her, passionately.
Neither, one realized that "Oh, God! This is actually happening!" was
exactly what the other was thinking at the time. Ann returned the kiss
wrapping her arms around Jack's neck, feeling him pull her body close to
him. His touch was electric.
Jack was enthralled, their kisses were fervent. He hadn't felt like this
since he and Julie dated. "I want you," he heard himself say, and knew he
meant it. He didn't care, about the other stuff; this was a woman he
loved. He wanted to please her, to use his body to give her pleasure and to
be pleasured by her body.
"I know you do Jack," Ann replied in between kisses and waves of pleasure.
"But this is different. You need to go slowly."
"I want to make love with you," he said.
"And we will," she smiled as she disengaged. She reached down and opened
his fly. Reaching in with soft manicured fingers, she lifted him out of
his boxers. His cock was hot and turgid, velvety smooth in her hand. She
stroked it. "Slowly, darling" She whispered. She kissed him as she
stroked him off. Then she went down on him. Jack could contain himself no
longer. It had been so long since a woman had touched him; Ann had hardly
taken him into her mouth when he exploded inside her. She felt the hot
seed hit the back of her throat. She smiled as she pleasured him and drank
him down. She felt warm inside.
"I'm sorry!" he gasped.
"Don't be, "Ann said after swallowing. "This is why I want to take it slow.
You've been out of the game a while, and well, you need to get used to me
too. I don't want to rush you."
Jack knew she was right. In the heat of the moment he'd forgotten all
about Ann's physical gender. Was that the right word, he thought? He
still needed to learn a lot more. But he was committed to finding out now.
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