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The Pink Parasol By Cassandra Morgan My first instinct was to laugh. I'm not particularly proud of that. I was in the park, throwing a Frisbee with my friend Josh, when I saw her. It wasn't that she wasn't cute. Just that she was dressed from another era, almost as if she were in the costume of an old, old Disney movie. Pollyanna, maybe. Pippi Longstocking. Was that Disney? She was in a long pink dress and carrying a pink parasol. There were ribbons in her long blond hair. She was wearing impossibly high high- heels. Her smile was dazzling. She was like a puff off cotton candy as she stood on a small bridge overlooking the duck pond. And so I chuckled. She looked up, and I blushed. She smiled. I smiled. "David?" Josh said. "You been hit by a thunderbolt?" I shook my head. "That girl over there. See how she's dressed." Josh shrugged. "Well, until you're going to hit on her, would you throw the damn plastic? It's hot out here." I jolted myself back into the real world. I threw the Frisbee, and Josh made a nice running catch. He always was a better athlete than me. I took one more glance in the girl's direction. She was on her knees at the edge of the water, feeding something to the ducks. I grinned, because beauty makes me grin, then took off, chasing Josh. It was a nice day in the park. Sun. Ice cream vendors. Kids playing. A band in the distance. There was a touch football game across the way. A couple of women threw a softball to my left. Cyclists were flitting about everywhere. Some teenagers were flying kites. There has always been something about Greenbriar Park that struck me as British. It is plush and green and crowded. There are so many people wedging in just to get a glimpse of sun. But Greenbriar has an easy feel to it. You don't have to worry about drugs or crime at Greenbriar. We came here most weekends. Josh and I had been college roommates at UC, and we worked together in telemarketing for a TV station.We were both single, although Josh was seeing Sandy. Me? I was looking for girls with pink parasols, I guess. We passed the tennis courts, then walked toward the boats. There was a lemonade stand there, and it was time for something cold to drink. After you save the world from a runaway Frisbee, you have a drink coming. And there she was again. Her hair was blonder than I had noticed before. There was something about her. She was pretty, but her sleeves billowed out, out of style, and she was wearing white gloves on an unseasonably warm day. Something seemed out of time, or out of place, about her. Still, I was drawn to her. What is it that creates a crush. Pheromones? Chemistry? Past experiences? Secret wants? Whatever it was, I was captivated by her as I have been to few others. The thunderbolt, Josh called it. Maybe that was it. Maybe just every now and then, heaven drops everything else to find an instant attraction. You have met couples like that, couples who felt a need to be together from the start. This was that attraction for me. I liked her shyness. I liked her smile. "Hi there," Josh said to her. "My friend David here, David Jennings, wanted to say hello but he is criminally shy. He likes superhero movies, Indian food, and walking in the rain." I punched him on the shoulder, probably not as hard as I should have. "Shut up, Josh. You're embarrassing me." "Hi, David," she said, and her voice was soft and speech. There was an accent in there somewhere. The west? The south? She had nice teeth. "Sit down. I don't bite." "Hi," I said. "It's hot, isn't it?" It's hot? I wanted to talk to a girl, and I turn into the weatherman? I was really confiding something here. She could have had a conversation with thermometer for all the good I was doing. "It's like living in a microwave," she said. "I can't believe I wore this outfit. A pair of shorts would be much cooler." "Do you grace our fair park often?" "Some," she said. "I like ducks. They let you feed them here. They don't allow that everywhere." She twirled her parasol. She bent down as if to pick a flower, then decided to leave it alone. She shrugged. "Why murder flowers?" she said. I grinned. "Well, they're awful beasts, flowers. Weeds are way underrated." We had moved under a tree, the three of us, with the girl and I chatting and Josh watching the byplay. "Hey, I forgot. Would you like a soft drink? It's cold, at least." "No, thank you," she smiled. "I need to be going. Could we do it another time. Now that we have fended off those invasive flowers?" "That would be nice. Next time, maybe I'll even work up the courage to ask you to dinner." She looked at me,, then slowly shook her head. "Oh, David. That's so sweet. But I'm sorry. I'm...with someone. I don't think she would understand." "She? Oooh. I'm sorry. Usually, I get along quite well with lesbians. I almost never ask them out. I'm sorry." "Oh, it's not quite like that, David. We're not really lesbians." I was confused, and I assume it showed on my face. How could she have a girlfriend but not be a lesbian? "David, I'll be honest. I'm not a lesbian. I'm a sissy." "You're a ... "A sissy. I thought you could tell from my outfit. The more lace they stack on, the bigger the sissy." "Uh...no." "David, I hope we can be friends. I'm Cindy Sue." * * * "It was a guy!" Josh said for 10,000th time. "David hit on a fag!" Sandy laughed and wrinkled her nose. The three of us were at dinner - again - but Josh couldn't let go of the day. "Was she pretty?" She asked. "She," Josh roared. "That's my point. It was a he!" "Be nice, Josh. The world is filled with transgenders. Some of them are quite lovely. I'm sure she was. It takes a real girl to tell the difference." "Well, she fooled me," I said. "She wasn't transgender," Josh said, not letting go. "She said she was a sissy." "Huh. I wonder why she told." "Sorry?" "Well, obviously, you didn't know. She didn't have any designs on you, it seems. So why admit she wasn't what you thought." "Bragging," Josh said. "I bet she was proud of that boner she made grow in David's shorts." "Be nice," I said. "I did not have a boner." He looked at Sandy and nodded. "He had a boner," he said. Sandy laughed. "But you did like her, didn't you. I can tell." I played with my coaster. "I thought she was pretty, okay?" I said. "Can you let it drop? We won't be seeing her again." "David's a fag," Josh said. "David's gonna kiss a banana." Sandy shook her head. "Stop, Josh," she said. "We all have ... desires. There there things that affect us in ways we never suspect, for reasons we are never aware of. Now, David, did you have fantasies about her? You ready to rub swords with her?" "Sandy, please," I said. "I haven't thought about sex with her. I admit it. I thought she was a girl. And I thought she had girl parts. Look, have you seen Laverne Cox? She's stunning. For an older woman, Caitlyn Jenner is gorgeous. Are you saying that if you met either of them in a park, you'd know?" Sandy grinned. "You're smitten, my friend. And it's okay. It's an adjustment. I thought you had the hots for me, and all along, it was Josh." Josh burst into laughter. "If I put on one of Sandy's dresses, would you want me?" "I might, sweetie," Sandy said, and laughed. Josh was right about this much, though. I found Cindy Sue intoxicating, no matter what she had between her legs. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not gay; I'm not even bi. But pretty is pretty. And the girl with the pink parasol had nudged my desires. Nothing would ever happen. I knew that. But I didn't know about sissies. Who did what to whom? Was it exciting? Was it fun? "Sandy, what IS a sissy? I mean, what happens? Why would a cross-dresser identify herself as a sissy instead of, say, transexual?" "Well, as I understand it, these days, a sissy often means a submissive sissy. You said she had a girlfriend. That means her girlfriend controls things. What she wears. Where she goes. What kind of sex they have. Why? You thinking about joining up?" "No, no. I was just wondering. It's new to me. You hear about gays and lesbians and transgenders. Now this?" "Oh, baby," Sandy said. "There is so much more. There are role-players and sadists and masochists and pet players and adult diapers and bigs and littles and clowns and ... " "Stop it," I said. "I'm not adult enough for this conversation." "Go ahead," Josh said. "Does this come with a slide show presentation?" "Stop it," I said. And yet, my mind would not stop. * * * That night, alone in my apartment, I had dreams. There were these ... creatures, all dressed like Disney princesses, all mincing through the meadow, all feeding ducks. They walked in circles around me, and I reached out as if to touch them. Then there was Cindy Sue - what the hell kind of name was that? - lifting the hem of her skirt. Underneath was the largest penis you could imagine. In my sub-conscious, she beckoned me to her. And I went, and I knelt, and ... I woke up in a sweat. I was on my back, and my hand was on my erect cock. I groaned and rolled over, lying on it to get it to soften. God, what the hell was I doing? I was having gay dreams? I never had gay dreams, thank you very much. Arising, I padded into the bathroom. I peed, and then, instead of going back to bed, I found my way to the computer. I googled "sissy." Oh, my God, there were so many entrees. Sissies in diapers. Sissies with Mistresses. Sissies with masters. Sissies with sissies. I read a couple of the stories. They were hot, some of them better than others, fantasies interwoven with desires, some describing what they did, others describing what they would like to do. I discovered that they cleaned and cooked, and that a great many of them had maid fantasies. Bridesmaids seem to be big, too. Some were forced into feminization by their wives, or by their mothers. I wondered what that said, that the sissies wanted to be coerced by the women in their lives? I downloaded some images. Some of the sissies were obviously men. Some of them, it was hard to tell. And some were the most beautiful women you have ever seen. I would defy a doctor to tell the difference. I looked down. My hand was grasping my penis again. I laughed and removed it. I wasn't a teenager anymore. But there was something about these photos, something erotic. I looked at an image where a woman was penetrating her sissy with a dildo. My mouth went dry. Getting up, I went back into the bathroom. I turned the shower on, and adjusted the nozzles to "cold." It was going to be a long night. I clicked on the mouse, and there was a gorgeous sissy wearing only an apron. She was posed with a vacuum cleaner. The caption said "suction power." I reached down and felt my hard-on again. This time, I did not let go. * * * I read about a bar on the East Side, Shackles, where the sissies congregated, usually without their mistresses and masters. Oh,there were other bars where they went as couples. But when a sissy wanted to talk it out with another sissy, Shackles was where they went. I slid into the bar and took a seat on the end. I asked for a beer. My God, what was I doing there? I wanted to see her, just to reaffirm that she existed. I wanted to see if she was as pretty as I remembered, as feminine. But would I approach her? I was a dog chasing a car. I had no idea what to do if I caught it. The bartender looked me up and down as he served me my drink. "You aren't a sissy," he said, "are you?" "No," I said. "I'm ... kind of looking for someone." "I don't know someone," he said. "Someone never has been in here." "It's not like that," I said. "I just met this girl...this sissy. And I was wondering about her life." "There's nothing for you here, bud," he said solemnly. "The girls come here to have a good time. They don't need to be chased down by some horny guy." "I'm not a horny guy," I said. He smiled. "Aren't you?" I looked around the room. There were girls with bright blue wigs, and with pink dresses, and with cherry red lipstick. There was one guy who must have weighed 350, in a tutu. There was a guy in a yellow dress with a full beard. There were singles, couples, triples. I have to get a grip, I thought. What was so mesmerizing about one man in a dress that had me slumming a fetish bar looking for a sissy I had no chance of having sex with? Was I turning gay? Was I willing to turn sissy myself? I didn't really believe that, but an unexamined life is an empty one. Isn't that what they say? A man sat next to me. "Buy you a beer?" he said. "No thanks," I said. "I was just leaving." "You know, the good gay bars have all been taken over by the college kids. You and I could be good together." I smiled. Patted his hand. "Have a nice night, okay. I hope you meet the right guy." I started to walk out, and the air would be better. Josh would not let me hear the end of this, would he? I had gone into a fetish bar, and a gay man had come onto me. As I left, the bartender stopped me. "Are you a good guy?" he said. I nodded. "Then try Lace. It's a club about a block and a half south. I don't know that she's there, but maybe." "Thank you." He nodded. "Kiss her dick for me," he said. * * * Lace was brighter than Shackles, and there seemed to be more action. Guys moved in and out among the sissies, who stared longingly. Mistresses sat in the corner, ready to pounce. I bought a beer. I sipped it. A sissy in a pale blue dress sat down next to me. "Hello, master," she purred. "Um, I'm not a master," I said. She looked disappointed. "A sight-seer?" she said. "Isn't there a middle ground? Somewhere between master and sissy? Isn't there anything between them? "Yes," she said. "It's called a condom." I laughed nervously. "I'm David," I said. "Barbie," she said. "Like the doll?" "The doll was named after me," she said, grinning. And I laughed. This sissy wasn't even born when Barbies came along. "Well, I'm ... Frisbee," I said. "Hula hoop? Jack in the box? Wooden soldier?" "Toys R Us," I laughed. She looked at my face. She touched my arm. "Would you...like to get out of here?" she said. Would I? That was the question, wasn't it. For three days, I had been intrigued by this lifestyle, but was I prepared to have sex with a sissy? My penis grew rigid. Clearly, it was interested. "Um, where would we go?" I said. "I have a place," she said. "It will cost you $100 for an hour, $200 if you ride bareback. Deal?" "You're a hooker?" "I'm a girl trying to make a living," she said. "Titty juice costs money, honey. I shook my head. "Maybe another time, Barbie. But I've never had a hookier, gay or straight. I'm not prepared to make that step." "You sure, baby? Working girls are clean. We're willing. We come across. I guarantee you would have a good time." No, thanks, I muttered. I stumbled out of the bar, dazed by what had happened. I had considered it. Paying for sex with someone who has a dick. Giving money to fuck another guy in the ass, or to have him suck my dick. Maybe I was gay. I looked at myself in the reflection of the glass. I had seen boys huddle into each other when I drove down Belcher. Was I going to be one of them? Stop it, I thought. She's a girl. She's not a boy. She had those kissable lips, those great eyes, that magnificent pair of legs. Nothing about her said guy. I started to walk toward my car. I could get home early. Watch a movie. And then I heard the screams. I ran toward them, and saw a man standing over a girl. His pants were down around his ankles. His erection stood out for the world to see. "Leave her alone," I shouted. He turned. "And what you gonna do? This your faggot? You gonna take her home?" "I'm calling the cops," I said, pushing the buttons on my cell phone. He slowly pulled up his pants and held his hand out. "I'm leaving," he said. "Aint no pussy around here anywhere." And he left, and the woman looked up at me, tears in her eyes. There she was. Cindy Sue. * * * I helped her up. "David?" she said. "It's David, right?" "Yes, David." "What are you doing here, David?" she asked. "Isn't this the way to Pizza Hut?" I said, a failed attempt at humor. She held my arm. She was wearing a pale yellow dress that was torn. Her mascara was darker that it had been in the daytime. Her hair was in pigtails. "Where is your... girlfriend," I asked her. "She's at home," Cindy Sue said. "I was meeting a girl - another sissy - at Lace. Mojitos and gossip, you know? David, would it be a trouble if I asked you to put your arm around me?" So I did, walking her down the street, her clinging to me as if we were intimate. It was nice. I was taller than her, and I haven't been taller than every girl I've dated. Her small breasts melded into my ribs. "He was going to ... hurt me," she said. "He won't now," I said. "Do girls like you get hurt a lot." "You know we do. Some guys are attracted to us, and they hate us because of their feelings. Some guys are repulsed by us, and they hate us because it's convenient. It's a hard life. No one quite knows what to make of us." She looked at me, as if to question whether I knew. I pulled her closer. She sniffled. "It's right up here, on the left," she said. "David, have you ever met a Mistress before?" "Uh, no. Not really." "Want to?" she said, and took my hand. She led me up a flight of stairs, to a clay-colored door on the landing. She pulled out a key, then opened the door. "Cindy Sue?" a voice called out. "You're home early." A woman with long black hair entered the room. She saw me and stopped, looking me over. "Mistress Kat..." she said. "I was jumped outside of Lace. This man - David - saved me. He's my knight in shining armor. My savior. Can we get him a glass of wine, maybe? A beer?" She smiled at me then, her Mistress, and I could see her elegance. "Of course," she said. "Please, David, come in. Thank you for rescuing my sissy. The bullies are getting worse all the time. Cindy Sue, did you have your mace?" "No, ma'am," Cindy Sue said, glancing at the floor. "You have to be ready to defend yourself, sissy," she said. "Some men don't like boys in dresses." She turned to me. "Do you like boys in dresses, David?" I shifted on the couch. "It's a fairly new phenomenon to me, Mistress," I said. "Kat," she said. "Short for Katherine." "It's a fairly new phenomenon, Kat. I saw Cindy Sue at the park yesterday when she was feeding the ducks. She told me she was a sissy. It was really the first time I was aware of the lifestyle." She smiled. "She's pretty, isn't she," she asked. "Yes, you're a very lucky woman, Kat." "Maybe we'll all get lucky, David," Kat said. "Ma'am?" "Oh, just an idle thought, David. But what do you know about the sissy submissive lifestyle?" "Almost nothing, ma'am," I said. "Well, we aren't promiscuous, no matter what you read. No more than vanilla couples. But we do ... entertain. Cindy Sue and I don't get hung up on rules. If one of us desires a third party, we talk about it, and we make it happen." She looked at me. "Cindy Sue owes you a favor, David." "She doesn't owe me anything," I said. "Don't be chivalrous, David. I'm offering you a blowjob. Or would you rather be a sissy yourself and serve me?" "I...I'm not a sissy," I whispered. "No, perhaps you aren't. I can usually tell, David. But you aren't a master, either. So there you have it. I'm inviting you into our bed. You can have her. You can have me. You can have both of us. It'll be nice" Was I ready for this? Was I prepared to cross the line? And if not, what had been the purpose of tracking her down? "Can I start with her," I said quietly, "and build up to you?" "Of course you can, dear boy. You have a thing for our darling Cindy Sue. I think it's wonderful. But a word of warning, David." "Ma'am?" "Be careful of her dick. It tastes like cherries." She laughed, and Cindy Sue moved next to me on the couch. I looked at her. Her lips looked soft, inviting. Her eyes were glazed. She took the scrunches out of her hair and let it fall to the sides of her head. She leaned in, and I kissed her, and I swear, I heard the waves pound the shore the way they did in the old movies. She shifted her body into me. We fit. She touched my stomach. I cupped her breast, and yes, it was real. This was happening. "Unzip me," she said. I did. And she stood and shucked her dress. She stood there in her bra and panties. Her breasts, small but real, jutted out from her chest, small but glorious. She unbuttoned my shirt, then unbuckled my belt. We were like teenagers pawing at each other's clothing as her Mistress looked on. I unfastened her bra. She stepped out of her panties. And there it was. Her penis. She was amazing, breasts and a tiny cock on the same body. She pulled my face to her nipples, and I licked them softly, kissing as I went. Then she sank to her knees, and she kissed my dick. I locked my fingers in her hair, careful not to grip her head, to let her guide herself. She licked up and down the shaft, then blew softly on the hair on my testicles. She fell into a rhythm, her head moving up and down with my heartbeat.Her fingernail tickled my anus. "So beautiful," Kat was whispering. "Suck him hard, Cindy Sue. You've got all the time in the world. David isn't going anywhere, are you David?" She was driving me crazy, tongue and hands and legs, all gripping me at once. And then I came, and it was as if I had never had sex before, never cum before. I could not stop pumping fluid into her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, then smiled at me. Some of the residue was still there. "What do I do now," I said. "What do you want to do," she said. "I'm the submissive. You aren't ready to fuck me yet. Do you want to kiss it?" "I didn't think ... you would want to be touched there." I said. "Silly boy, I'm not transexual. I like my dick. If you want to suck it, you can suck it. We're all adult here. Go ahead." And so I kissed down her body, until I got to her little mushroom. This was another line to cross for me. But I wasn't going to stop now, no matter what it meant. I kissed the tip. She moaned. I nibbled at the knob, and she twisted her bottom. I engulfed it, and I tried to bob my head the way she had done. I was doing it. I was sucking her dick. I touched her ass, and she whispered, "Deeper, go deeper." And I pushed a finger into her asshole. My jaw started to hurt, but I did not stop. She had made me cum, and I wanted to do the same for her. Finally, it spit a small stream, then a second. It was salty, wet, sticky. I had tasted another person's sperm. You know what? Before morning, it would happen again. And again. * * * I woke up alone on the wide couch. Cindy Sue's side was empty. I stood, then pulled my jeans on. I walked into the kitchen, and there she was, singing, cooking. She seemed happy. "Hello, baby," she said. She walked up, then tip-toed up and kissed me on the check. "Last night was wonderful." "Yes," I said. "Different. But wonderful." I had no remorse, not pangs of guilt. I had kissed a girl everywhere. That doesn't make a guy gay, does it? And big deal if it does. "Now, you need to go to Mistress's bedroom. You're having breakfast there." "I am?" "Breakfast in bed," she said, grinning. "You need to build your strength back for the next round." "Cindy Sue...will there be a next round?" "God, I hope so," she said. "You're with us now, right. With Kat and I? You're our middle." "Your ... middle." "Yes. Between a mistress and a sissy. Now, it's my own belief that you could be a sissy, too. But you aren't a natural one. So you'll be dominant to me, but submissive to Mistress. It'll work. You'll see." "Uh huh." "Now get off to bed. You couldn't have slept very well on the couch." "Cindy Sue....how did you get started in this?" "What? You want my story? Okay. I was kind of a wimpy kid. A girly boy. A lot of us were. I liked dresses. Now, a lot of us aren't transvestites, but I kind of am. Okay? Anyway, I went to a cd bar in college, and I met Mistress Kat. She wasn't really a Mistress back then. But she had her tendencies, and I had mine. And this relationship kind of grew. I became Cindy Sue. She became Mistress." "What was your guy name?" "Sidney. Can you believe that? Mistress started to call me Cindy. It sounded more sissy to make it Cindy Sue. Eventually, she had me take on chores and the other hobbies of a submissive. We played with threesomes some, but it's really been she and I for 10 years. Till you. You made us complete." I stroked her hair. Was I going to tell people? Josh? Sandy? I was a middle. And I sucked dick. * * * I slid into the bedroom, knocking lightly. Mistress Kat was sitting up in bed, reading the newspaper. "Come, join me, David," she said, patting the side of her bed. "Did you have a nice time?" "Uh...yes, ma'am." "I should think so. That Cindy Sue is a wild one, isn't she? But sweet as soda pop, as the old song says." I pulled off my pants again, then slid into the bed next to her. She put her hand on my bare chest. "You have a nice chest," she said. "And I nice back. I love a strong back. Be careful, because I might scratch it." "Mistress Kat?" I said. "Yes, David. And thank you for using my proper title. Things are different now." "What did last night mean? Am I gay?" "Do you want to be gay, David? Some men do. It's easier to self- identify." "It's not about wanting to be gay. But I did things..." "Nothing that a lot of us haven't done, David. If you lick my pussy, does that make you straight again?" "Maybe." "Well, let's try it, then. But after breakfast, my love. Okay?" Cindy Sue brought in the tray, and we ate. Bacon. Eggs. Toast. Coffee. It was nice. But Mistress Kat kept touching me. My arm. My stomach. My chest. Finally, my cock. She took the tray and threw it to the floor, the dishes clattering and breaking. She rolled on top of me and kissed me. Hard. She shimmied up me, until her vagina hovered over my face. Then she lowered herself onto me. She was an animal. I was her prey. Cindy Sue had to hear us, and she had to know what was going on. But as she said, we were three now. Soon, I heard Mistress call to her, and the door opened. Cindy Sue was nude. She crawled into bed on the other side of me. She backed up against me, her rump pushing against my front. She reached back and rubbed my penis with lotion. Then she pushed against me, and I was in her. I pushed, and I was in her deeper. Anal sex. Why not? I felt Mistress push against my own bottom. Then something hard and plastic was in my rectum. Then deeper. We screwed that way, a human sandwich, layers of depravity and lust and sex and wonder and love. I felt like I was a grown up, like I had opened the door to what I wanted. My girlfriend had a dick. My other girlfriend fucked me with a dildo. This wasn't about poems and glee clubs. This was about raw, passionate sex. I wasn't a master. I wasn't a sissy. Is there such a thing as a Missy? * * * "We're together." "You're a fag?" "If that's what it means for Cindy Sue and me to be together, you can call me whatever you want." Josh studied his coffee. Sandy sat back and smiled. "Are you in love, David?" she asked. "It's a little soon for love talk," I said. "But if I had to answer one way or the other, I'd say yes." "But she has a dick." "Yes, she does." "Have you sucked it?" "Josh!" Sandy said. "That's none of our business. But have you?" "I have," I said. "So you're a gay guy now. Rainbow flag. Pride Parade. Newsletter. Are you going to be a sissy, too." "No, I'm not a sissy. If Mistress wanted to feminize me, she would. But my leanings aren't that way." "Mistress? You have a mistress?" "I do. Mistress Kat controls both Cindy Sue and me." "Are you wearing panties?" "No, Josh. I'm not. Josh, when you fell in love with Sandy, was she just a giant vagina? Ot were there layers of her you fell for. Intelligence? Wit? Charm? "The giant vagina thing," he said. Sandy swatted him. "I know what you mean," Sandy said. "Look, David. This was kind of a shock, I'll admit. But you're our friend. If this is the relationship you want, then it's okay with us." "My best friend is a fairy," Josh muttered. "Your best friend has a new girlfriend. She just happens to be built a little differently. Okay?" "Does she spank you?" "She hasn't yet. But I'm hopeful." Josh snorted. Sandy grinned. "I want to meet her," Sandy said. "I want to see what she's like." "She's smart. She's funny. She's sexy." "Then I officially hate her." "Is her dick bigger than mine?" Josh said. "I haven't seen yours for a long time, Ace," I said. "And you keep it that way, cocksucker," Josh said. "No offense." "I thought if it as descriptive more than name-calling," I said. "David, have you thought about the future. In a year, in two years, are you going to be a sissy as well. Will Kat demand it? Will you marry Cindy Sue now that gay marriage is legal? Will you sleep with other guys? Like Josh here?" Josh blushed. "No fucking way." "I don't know, Sandy. But I don't know if you and this meathead will get married, either. I don't know if you'll get into handcuffs. I don't know if you'll use a strap-on on his ass. Tomorrow is a closed door, Sandy. No matter what your leanings are. I just know that I ... love Cindy Sue. I didn't plan it, but I'm not going to fight it." She nodded. "So what now?" "Now? I go meet Cindy Sue in the park. She wants to feed her ducks." "And later?" "Well, you know what they say. First, you worry about attracting a duck. Then, about the pecker." (c) 2015 by Cassandra Morgan