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Sins of the Ancestor: part 4 Rain woke me. Big, fat drops of decidedly rude water, splatting on my window. I blinked away sleep and peered about in confusion. The faint shift of my tits as I rolled made sure I knew the change hadn't been a dream. Thanks, tits. My room had gotten darker while I slept. I don't mean a small amount, like the clouds had come over. I meant as in I'd slept for hours. Crap. I shoved off the duvet and sat up. It was nearly seven in the evening, I'd slept for fricking hours. Dammit. I had... well, I had no great plans but still. Grr! Bad body, sleeping and resting like that. An odd, flakiness between my legs reminded me of my antics. I flicked on the bedside lamp. Yup, there was dried cum, both Dan's and mine, over my thighs and pussy. I probably smelt a bit ripe too. I stood up, reached for my towel to go, grab a shower and paused. Fucking hell, did I really used to rub myself dry with this thing? It had been worn over the years, the soft fabric turned rough and, ugh, it smelt. I dropped it, grabbed a hand towel that I'd barely used (as Erik, I'd just shower if I was dirty) and headed to the bathroom. Naked. In a guys house. Oops. Thankfully the path was empty and quickly I locked the door behind me. One swift whore's bath and a use of a borrowed comb later, I was listening at the door for the chance to get my naked butt back into Erik's room to dress. It sounded clear, I took the chance. Joe stepped out of his room with just enough time for me to skid to a stop in front of him. He glanced at my tits, grinning like he'd just caught a naked slut running about in his house. I felt my cheeks warm but I resolutely refused to cover up. "Hi Kat." He greeted my chest. Damn, that really was annoying like all those women had said. Who knew. Now I crossed my arms under my knockers. "Yeah, hi. Get out the way and stop staring now?" "Huh? Crap, gotcha, soz." He stepped aside and, really, did not look sorry in the slightest. He says really says 'soz', lol and lmao too, Dan and I mock him for it. Mocked him for it. Whatever. I slipped past him and, on impulse, smacked his arse as I did so. I laughed at his astonished expression as I closed the door. He got a view of my tits, I could treat him like a piece of ass too. I feel perfectly justified in my actions. Anyways, I dressed, silently thankful I didn't have to figure out a bra or worse, tights, before packing away the charger and a couple of other items. I was done here. I'm sure we'll collect my stuff sometime, but this was Erik's life. That cologne? It'd be binned. Clothes wouldn't fit, charity for them I guess. Condoms? Okay, those I could still use. I stared at vestiges of my life and felt the need for something profound. I had nothing. "Fuck it," I muttered and left. The Cactus hadn't moved. Of course, the thing is so ugly I could have left the doors open and key in the ignition and still come back to it hours later but there you go. I rushed to it through the rain and tossed my bag onto the back as I slipped into the driver's seat. I very precisely picked up my list, carefully put a line through points four and seven before placing it on the passenger seat. Then, I went limp. My arms fell into my lap and my head thumped into the headrest, letting me stare up at the rain hitting the oversized sunroof. Holy. Fuck. I'd done it. More than done it. Double done it. Menage-a-done-it. Ticked off two lines of my list. Fuck, three lines. I had a name too. That realisation brought a startled laugh from me. I still had no clue why I thought of Katja but it was both a scandinavian name and belonged to no one I knew. I would always confess to the second reason, but I'd sooner gnaw off my hand at the wrist than admit that the first - and it's connection to my birth mum - had a special meaning for me. Well, sitting here on my arse did nothing. I could think and drive well enough. I grabbed my phone, found the old message and typed Jenny's address into the inbuilt satnav. A perk of sleeping so late meant I had missed the commuter traffic and should be at her place in under an hour. I shrugged, started the car and pulled away. I was driving as it really began to sink in. I had had sex with my two closest friends whilst lying to them about who I was. My cunt and throat both shared a certain lingering soreness from it that I'd been ignoring. I had fucked men. Willingly. Hell, I had started and led the encounter. Just days ago, sex with another man was as alien to me as the urge to garden. Now I spread my legs, opened my mouth and told them to get in me. That was... well, it was fucking enormous. I was bi. Men, women. Didn't matter, I'd fuck them, let them shoot down my throat or... Crap. I needed to get a morning after pill. Did that need a prescription? If so, I was fucked. Katya didn't exist. I racked my mind but no answer came. I'd not paid attention to that in sex, it had been 'for girls to worry about'. Irony, you're a cruel bitch at times. Maybe Jenny would know. You know, Jenny. Jenny my friend, the lesbian who had never slept with a guy. If I hadn't been driving I would have headbutted the steering wheel. Calm thoughts were needed and in short supply. Damn, that fuck was supposed to help clear my head, not mess it up more. I focused on the road instead, reducing my world to me, the motorists and the computer woman guiding my route. That I could handle, the only noticeable change to driving was the seat belt digging into my tit. A quick adjustment sorted that out. It worked, the drive was uneventful and I soon found myself pulling up to a string of terraced two-up, two- down houses in York. Jenny lived further back on the left somewhere but parking was difficult and this closest spot I found. I double checked her house number, put the cap on the pen, placed it and the pad away, checked my hair and realised that I was procrastinating like I had an exam due. Get a grip of yourself. Things might be weird as hell but this is Jenny. It'll figure itself out. Right? I still did one last check before I left the car and, huddled against the drizzle, hurried to her door. I knocked. Waited, knocked again and heard a distant "Just a minute". The door was opened by a Greek goddess wrapped in lace and silk. She was tall, taller than me even without the step she stood on. Her hair was even shorter than mine, bright purple and twisted to her left as if windswept. She had a strong jaw, clear skin and stunning baby blues. Her arms and shoulders... crap, she was easily stronger than I had been as Erik and while not bulging, she had a fluid power in those smooth limbs that made me sure she could toss me over the house had she wanted. Ever seen a classic Greek sculpture? If not, look one up. In them, you can see both power and femininity in curves of their bodies, strength and softness. This woman epitomised this concept, as if a masterpiece had taken a breath and dyed its hair. I felt like a twiglet in comparison. I could see the peaks of her nipples on her D cups through the fabric, as well as the hoops she had piercing them both. Her body was swathed in a kimono, black with dragons swirling through it. She hadn't bothered to tie it. Her lips, coloured a rich red, were moving as if she were talking... oh crap. She was talking. "Uh... I... I... Jenny?" Great. Now I'd forgotten how to speak. Her lack of amusement was clear. "Jenny is indisposed. Try calling her next time, I hear phones have that function." Okay, so her body might have been sculpted by Michelangelo but her voice was nothing remarkable and the dripping condescension set my hackles to kill. "Do I look like I care?" Aggression, it always helps, right? I raised my voice "She can fucking well get un-indisposed for me." She started to close the door. I got in the way, but I knew there's no way I could beat her natural strength. Time for desperate measures. "JENNY! It's..." shit, she didn't know yet. I cringed inwardly, "It's Erika, I need to-" I did not expect the door to yank open and I certainly didn't think the amazon would grab a fistful of my shirt, drag me inside and slam me into the wall. "So you're the slut she fucked? And you dare turn up here?" Her voice was so cold I expected to see it frost the air. "Well?" I wasn't too scared to answer. Honestly, in everything you've read about me, have I ever backed down? Between the pressure pinning me to the wall and the air gone from my lungs at the impact, I couldn't answer and that lack of response, apparently, was wrong. I didn't see her move, just heard the crack of her blow and the burst of pain from my cheek. Slapped? Really? "Answer me! Why are you here?" She'd hit me yet still she didn't shout. I blinked at her, struggling against her pin with both hands but she had the advantage of height, weight and position and used it well. "Bethan! Please, put her down." Jenny's voice had never been so welcome. I glanced at the doorway and lost the pitiful dregs of air I had sucked in. Jenny was in full goth make up, had her tits out and her nipple piercings (damn, I wish I'd gotten her bra off when she fucked me) linked by a chain, complete weights hanging down from the centre. She wore a pvc half corset, black knickers, fishnets and knee high boots. Her shoulders were pulled back weirdly, arms behind her back. In my wildest fantasies she had never looked as hot as she did now. Even pinned and beaten by her jealous girlfriend (yep, I'd gotten there), I felt a deep kick of desire throb pulse out from my clit. Bethan gave her a narrow eyed glare, unmoved by her appeal or hotness (further evidence for my goddess theory, she clearly had to be inhuman). "Oh I don't think so. You know your place, Jennifer, and it does not involve ordering me." Her voice was crisp, each word clipped short and I swear that glare of hers could freeze Mount St Helens. She clearly comfortable as queen bitch in this house and that did not sit well with me. Nothing about this sat well with me and it was time to fuck things up as only I could. "No, bitch, her place is eating my cunt." I wheezed out. Her head whipped back to me, flashing in her eyes. I grinned at her. "You... YOU..." She spluttered, drawing her arm back, fist clenched to slam into my guts. I clenched my stomach muscles, knowing there was little else I could do against the blow. Pissing people off, it's a gift. I'm not sure who was the most surprised when Jenny dove into Bethan shoulder first: me, Bethan or Jenny herself. I staggered at the sudden release and gasped in that wonderful oxygen stuff we like so much. Bethan grabbed at the cuffs I could now see bound Jenny's hands and spun her into the sofa. Then she rounded on me. At least I'd had a chance to breath. Great, awake and functioning for less than a day and I'm in a full on bitch fight. I drew myself up - I was still nearly half a foot shorter than her - and raised my fists ready. "Fuck's sake STOP!" We ignored Jenny and went at it. I hit her shoulder, she accepted it with a grunt, slid her left arm in a way I hadn't expected and got me in a lock, shoulders touching and fronts exposed, my left arm free, her right arm free. Shit, this girl knew how to fight far better than I did. She drove her fist at me, I blocked badly and my arm went numb to the elbow. Crap. "Bethan, stop!" She drew her arm back for another blow, I slapped at her tit, hoping my numb fingers could catch a piercing and hurt her enough to stop the next blow. Might as well hope for a very precise meteor to come to my aid while I was at it. "SHE'S PREGNANT!" ... What the hell? ... No. Seriously. What the fuck. I looked at Bethan. Our little bit of sparring there had her skin glowing like an Olympian. She looked at me, down at my stomach then back at me, horror all over her face. She shook out her fist and sidestepped quickly away from me. ... Jenny stared at me. I just looked at her. No. Just no. No. Nope. No way. I almost laughed at the idea. This was impossible. She couldn't possibly know that I had fucked Dan, let alone that we had fucked without protection. And anyway, I made him lick it out. I mean, sure it's not foolproof, but it was one time just... Wait a minute, even if she did somehow know, that had happened a couple of hours ago. It takes days before a doctor can confirm, maybe even weeks? Bah, I can't remember. Another bit of sex ed that hadn't mattered. Stupid male thinking. I took a deep breath and tried for a laugh. It was painfully false. "No, Jenny, I'm not but cheers for spoiling the fight. I had Bethan where I wanted her." Bullshit. Jenny had worked her way around into an almost sitting position (not bad given she had no access to her hands) and was giving me a look so overflowing with sympathy I felt a need to vomit, swiftly and copiously. She shook her head slowly from side to side. "Yes, you are. Erika-" "Katya." She blinked in confusion. I clarified. "The name I picked. It's Katya. Katya Sandisson, not Erika." "Ookay, Katya," she pronounced it almost right, dragging it into three syllables. She glanced at Bethan before continuing, her expression inscrutable. "It's the curse. 'Jita said that it... it perpetuates itself. The final act of the change is... it's fertilisation. You're pregnant. You, Katya, is carrying Erik's child." I barked a laugh. It was absurd. There's no possible way she could be speaking the truth. Reproduction just doesn't work that way and, okay I'd changed genders, but I was supposed to buy this? "No fucking way. You're lying to... to me... you must be..." As I spoke, I remembered. I had been lying on Sara's sofa, unknowingly enjoying my last minutes as a man. Mum had been showing me a picture of a man she claimed was my mum. Jenny had interrupted us and, with a broad, shit-eating grin, delighted in telling me I was about to lose my dick. And then... It was my turn to blink dumbly. Then she had said I didn't know 'the best bit.' Sara had hushed her. Not denied her claim, she had hushed her. The bottom fell out of my world. I felt the fingertips of my left hand touch just below my naval. This wasn't... this couldn't... it just... "Wait" Bethan's tone was incredulous. She snapped her fingers to get my attention. "You mean this curse is real? You seriously used to be Erik?" I looked at her, stood in her lace teddy and silk kimono, staring at me in some dreadful awe. I looked at Jenny, tits out, bound and corseted, staring at me with eyes full of concern. It was too much. Everything. The room was small. So small. It pressed in on me, crowding closer and closer. Lips moved. Questions flew past me but I couldn't hear them over the roaring of the blood in my ears. I stopped thinking. I ran. The front door was still ajar from my rather abrupt entrance. I I threw myself through it and heard it crash behind me. I'm told that Jenny was on her feet in a moment and tried to follow, that Bethan had to hold her back from running, topless and handcuffed, down the street after me. Probably saved her a world of awkward questions by the police. As for me? I ran. Arms and legs pumping, I was soon out of their street, twisting onto the next and narrowly avoiding a couple. They swore at my back as I ran on, pushing my new body as hard as I could. I was near blind as I ran, the sting of the wind coupling with the falling rain filled my eyes water. Shut up. That's the sole reason my eyes were watering. How I managed to dodge traffic and people I don't know, but I ran until my legs shook and my lungs burned. I ran until I couldn't run any more. Then I fell into a pub. I must have looked a state. The rain had me bedraggled, the wind in my eyes no doubt had turned me into the splodge-faced princess and I might, just might, have looked upset. And, apparently, young. They ID'd me before I even asked for a drink. I glared defiantly at the barman, glared at the few patrons that were looking my eye and stomped out into the street again. I loitered in the doorway, partly to avoid the rain and partly to get my bearings. I was on the outskirts of York city centre and I saw at two other pubs down the street on the way into town, where there was plenty more. Someone was bound to serve me, I was twenty-fucking-one after all, and I really, really wanted a drink. Those two pubs refused me, as did the three in the next street. Fuck it was annoying. Objectively I got it, I was skinny before getting soaked. I'd looked my age as Erik and while I hadn't gotten noticeably younger, my body was new and lacking things like wrinkles. A small, bitter part of me took amusement at that. A new woman, wishing for wrinkles. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, hunched against the rain and moved on. Maybe my method was wrong. I'd walk up to each barman and demand to know if they'd serve me. Being polite might have helped. I really wasn't in the mood to try. I got served somewhere that really wasn't my first choice. 'The Orange Halibut was known as a gay bar long before I'd first gotten into any pub and was far from my first choice. Still, it was a pub and had alcohol, that made it a viable choice. I asked in my usual charming manner and the ginger barmaid shrugged before saying "sure." "Three shots of smirnoff and a jack-and-coke then." She arched a brow at me and smiled. "A woman after my own heart. I'm going to take a stab in the dark here, someone break your heart?" "...what?" She chuckled as she pulled out the shot glasses and turned to fill them from the rack of bottles on the wall. "Well, the four drinks order for a single person is a bit of a clich? I'm afraid." She placed the first shot in front of me. I knocked it back immediately, exhaling against the burn. "Then there's the lack of coat or umbrella, wherever you left you went in a hurry." Second shot on the bar. Second shot gone in one. She gave me a smile of solidarity as she went for the third. "Anyone drinking that hard and fast I know the story for, my only questions are about details of the heartache and if you have the cash to cover your drinks." I pulled a twenty from my pocket, tugging it from the other notes without revealing them to the room, and put it on the counter. "There's one answer for you. What's your name?" She looked amused as she began to sort out my last drink. I toyed with the shot she had just placed, watching the liquid swirl. "You know, that's a question that very rarely comes up. At least, not this early in the night. Susan." "Katya." "Well, it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you." She flashed me a grin as she slipped away the note. Her fingers brushed mine unnecessarily. It took a moment to register, but she was flirting with me. Or was she? Bar staff like their tips and all, it could well just be her working style. Still, I straightened and gave her an appraising look. How to put this without sounding like an arse... You know what, I am an arse so fuck it. She was a real plain Jane. Some redheads gets the creamy skin and deep, vibrant curls. Her skin however was freckled heavily, her hair pale enough to blur with her skin. She had no real eyebrows, giving her a permanent slightly surprised look. Her blouse was a tailored fit and did emphasise to her slender waist which could easily be missed given how thin she was through her tits and hips. Her ass was almost small enough to need a missing poster plastered up. She wore little make-up, but with freckles that dense she'd need to cake it on to have any great effect and that was a whole other look in itself. I could understand the choice to go lightly there. I'd put her a handful of years older than me, in her mid to late twenties. I will give her two things though that maybe pushed her to a six. First was the smile, that had wattage to light Wembley and she seemed relaxed enough to show it often. Of course, the bar staff proviso was still there, that's just her being professional. The second was her smirk, separate from the open smile, it shone in her eyes and made such promises. She glanced back at me before picking out the change from the till and caught me redhanded checking her out. I'll be honest, until that point, she barely registered as a woman rather than staff. Then, catching my eye as I checked her out, she gave me a smirk so mischievous that I felt it like a... kick to the ovaries? Nope, that just sounds painful. A gusher in my knickers? Sounds like I needed a wee. Okay, I still had a ton to figure out about womanhood, but that look she gave me sent a shudder through my pussy that almost had me twitching in my chair. I dropped my gaze back to my drink. What was up with my cunt? I'd been spitroasted just hours ago and before that I'd given myself a rather nice hand shandy, yet here I was drooling over the next woman in line. Was something wrong with me? Okay, I seemed to be bi now, but that doesn't mean I want to fuck everyone I see, surely? Hell, even when Bethan had me pinned to the wall a half hour ago, I had perved first at her lacy body, then at Jenny's naked tits. I was as bad as Erik had been. Worse even, he'd only lusted after one gender. Susan brought me back from my thoughts, placing and sliding my change across the table to me. "So, it's early still and a Monday, the other customers are occupied," she gestured to my right, pointing to a couple of women sitting very close and, yup, there was the snog, "I got time for the bartender clich?. Spill, I bet you won't surprise me." She kept her tone light but avoided sounding flippant. I snorted. Bet her I could. "Oh yeah? What do you bet?" That brought a crooked smile out. "Easy. Barmaid here, I bet your next drink." I looked at her skeptically and gestured to the empty shots. She chuckled. "Fine. Cocktail of your choice then. I can do a cosmo, mojito or sex on the beach. What's your stake?" "Hmmm. A dare. Anything you want. That or cash, it's all I've got." Susan grinned at me, agreed to the dare and offered her hand. We shook. "Now. Spill it." I eyed her for a moment, absently wondering just how many freckles a person could have, and where, tossed back my last vodka and shrugged. "Alright, ready? Until a couple of days ago I was a guy called Erik, had been all my life. Worked out tons, pulled tons of chicks then I got ill. Like, violently sick. In a club. Had to be taken to hospital, where my mum ending up getting me discharged. Turns out there's some shithole of a curse on my family that changes us to women when we turn twenty one. That's what the sickness was, my body getting ready and then changing. "My former best friend was there, invited by my mum, and witnessed it all. Hows that, eh? I'd not spoken to her since we were seventeen and had a full on rage at each other, then she proceeded to fuck me moments after this curse had fucked me." I waved a hand, indicating my body. The couple had stopped snogging and turned to listen. Fine, whatever. "That was Saturday. Slept through Sunday completely, your body changing is fucking tiring. Today I got up, had my first female wank, went to uni where I fucked my two housemates like bookends then came here, to see my supposed mate. Only apparently she's getting fucked by some amazon bitch who decided to use me as a punching bag." I was getting into the storytelling now, nearly spilling my last drink as I gestured. "Guess how she gets the fight to stop? Shouting out that last, wonderful nugget of information about the curse. It's final fucking fuck you for me. That I'm pissing knocked up. Cheers." I meant to down the Jack too but the fizz got into my nose and I conceded defeat with just a swallow. Susan looked bemused. I glanced and, yup, the couple looked at me with disbelief too. My eye wandered over the pair. One was a diminutive librarian type, barely even showing her neck let alone chest and with long, mousey hair. The other was older, maybe thirty? She had a Mediterranean look with reddened lips, what seemed to be respectable curves and early strands of grey threading her black pony tail. I'd put Mousey as a six and Greytail maybe a seven if those curves were as promised. "Well? Heard that before?" I sipped again. Greytail watched my drink, her lips parting. Go on, just dare to mention my 'condition'. She didn't. Mousey broke the silence. "How could any of that be true?" Her voice was surprisingly firm and deep. "Fucked if I know." "You can't expect us to believe it," Susan rejoined the conversation, staring at me like I'd grown a third eye. I suppressed the urge to check my forehead, just in case. "Nope. It's utterly insane but believing wasn't part of your deal, just that you hadn't heard it before." I polished off the Jack and tried not to sway. The booze was working. Awesome, now for my next drink. I've always wanted a cosmo but figured it was too girly to try. No excuse now, I met Susan's hazel eyes - not sure i've ever seen that eye colour before - to ask for one. "Give me sex on the beach then, Susan." ...well, that was a surprise to the both of us. Why was I flirting with her? Hadn't I just been thinking that I was overdoing that? She frowned. "Tempting but I'm not willing to concede yet. Angela, Mare, care to help me quiz this new woman?" The two shared a glance, smirked and slid from the booth to interrogate me. I wasn't bothered, saying it all had been cathartic and their questions were a distraction from having to think. The booze might have been a factor too. "Ask anything you want, see if you can catch me out." I shrugged, looking between the three for the first question. Greytail spoke first. "Okay, you were a guy right? What's it like to wee standing up?" "Handy." "No, I meant, what's it feel like." "I know what you meant, it felt natural. You know, like I'd been doing my whole damn life. Pull out dick, feel piss flow out. Shake, put away."I fidgeted. Damn, my bladder seemed tiny now. "Next question before I really have to hit the head." "When was your first period?" Greytail again. I rolled my eyes. "Not had one, really hope I get to skip that bit." That brought out some wry smiles. "What technology did you study at school." Susan piped in. "Woodwork." "Where's your bra?" "In the store. Actually, that's a lie. My mum did get me some but I couldn't handle figuring the thing out. Is it that noticeable?" Redundant question, I always checked out when women skipped wearing their bras, Susan just flashed her eyes at me. I suppressed a shiver. "Okay, what games did you play in PE?" Mousey had decided to get involved. "Uh, rugby, basketball, cross country running in winter. General athletics in summer." "What positions are there in a rugby squad then?" I smirked at her. As Katya I certainly didn't have the build for rugby. "There's the two props, the hooker, scrum half, fly half, left wing and right wing... they're the ones I remember." "What position did you play?" "Left wing normally, sometimes fly half." "What about netball positions?" "Uhh, goalkeeper? I don't know." She narrowed her eyes with a speculative hum. I shrugged at her. "I never played it. Honest." "Aha!" Susan made the three of us jump with her exclamation. "We've asked the wrong questions, girls. We need to get personal, things we know so deeply we don't even think about it. Katya, how do you wipe your butt?" "What?!" A moment of thought later, Mary and Angela cheered the question and I felt my cheeks burn. My mind went blank. It's like the moment you're asked how to how you hold a pen. You can't describe it, can't even picture it. You need to pick one up to check. I turned for them to all see and mimed swiping a tissue down my crack. The chorus of revulsion startled me. "What? What is it, what did I do?" "Ew. Kat just... just Google it and trust us, you need to." An awkward pause followed, everyone looking at each other expectantly. Susan broke it. "Well, Angela, any more questions?" Greytail shook her head. "Mary? Okay... I don't know what to think. Your story is too incredible to be true, but..." "Wait," librarian Mary interrupted, "Occam's razor time. You're right, Suse, it is too incredible but that doesn't mean Katya here is what she says." She squinted at me. "Simplest answer is that she is a he, probably on hormones with those boobs, and has just tucked it back." "...let me get this straight, if I whip down my trousers and show you my flaps, you will believe me?" They shared a look. Something was going on but, my eyes darting between the three conspirators, I couldn't figure out what." "What do you reckon, Suse. We can lock the door for a couple of minutes. It's Monday evening, you're turning away a crowd." Susan grinned at us and grabbed her keys. "It is the only fair way to judge the bet." So, just like that, I found myself in front of three lesbians in a locked pub, all ready to stare at my pussy. It's an interesting life I lead. I grabbed my jeans and began to unbuckle them. How do I end up in these places? Seriously, nothing like this had ever occurred to Erik. "Wait!" Angela was tapping quickly on her phone. The unmistakable opening blasts of 'The Stripper' piped out of it's speaker. I shook my head, thinking I would probably have done the same. Still, it was annoying. "Carry on." I flipped her the finger, shoved down the zip then unceremoniously yanked both jeans and knickers to my ankles. "Jeeze, get the secateurs!" I swear I was going to floor Angela any minute. Mary, at least, looked a bit abashed. "That, and the way you're standing, does kind of... uh, obscure-" "Oh for fuck's sake." I'd had enough. Susan was closest (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it) so I grabbed her hand and stuffed it between my legs. "There. Do you feel a cock? Do y-ungh!" I'll admit, I was getting belligerent and probably deserved something for my brashness but I did not expect her reaction. She stuffed three fingers into me. I mean really stuffed, one moment I could feel her fingers against my lips, next I could feel knuckles banging in their place, her fingers rooting about my walls. Deep enough to knock the breath from my lungs. "I'm not sure," Susan's smile was delectably wicked. "Mary, get your hand in here and check?" Hand? Fuck no, these three digits were already stretching me to almost painful lengths. I clamped my thighs to Susan's wrist and shook my head at Mary. They had other ideas, Susan laughed as she moved her fingers inside me, and Mary... well, I'll let her words say it all. "Oh grow up, you great big blouse of a woman. You shoved her hand there. You want this to stop, just say or show us. No? Fine." And with that, she reached down, placed her forefinger and thumb on the top of my lips and squeezed. No, not squeezed, pinched. She was fucking pinching my lips onto my clit like they had personally offended her. I bellowed out a sound I'd never heard anybody make before. Full of pain and shock, I didn't think my voice could have dropped that low as Erik, let alone now. And speaking of dropping, my legs folded under me. Angela had anticipated this, however, and grabbed me under my armpits. She hoisted, Susan shoved and I teetered backwards, falling onto a table. Thankfully, Susan kept a tidy pub and I didn't knock into any glasses or bottles. "They will stop if you ask, dearheart. If not, they'll do what they want and I reckon you'll like it." Angela winked at me. This was intense and utterly bizarre, even by my now-fucked up standards. As Angela helped me settle onto the tabletop, Mary began moving her pincerful of my cunt in a circular motion, never once loosening her grip. Angela released me and I could only stare up at her as she drew her top over her head and tossed it out of view. She had had her back to me when they were sat in the booth, I'd only seen hints and not really grasped just how curvaceous the woman was. Her tits, from this angle, were immense and spilling out of the rather utilitarian beige bra, a bra she was unclasping as I watched. Seriously, even Jenny, a DD cup, would feel self conscious near these puppies. She wasn't just endowed in her chest though, Angela had all the curves and some stretch marks on her stomach to boot. She was maybe two stone too heavy for her height, but fuck me did she carry it well. I drew in great shuddering breaths, each one a grunt like a beast in labour. Susan was splaying her fingers and twisting her wrist. There was no pumping motion like all my previous play, just a thousand nerves ranging from my cunt entrance to its depths, flaring with her touch and overloading my mind. Angela's nipples was thick, dark and jutted out a full inch from her huge areolas. They were already hardened with arousal and she grabbed a breast in her hand, moving it to my face. "Oh do shut up already." I still had my eyes open when she pushed her tit into my mouth. I saw her dig her fingers into her own flesh moments before I felt warmth flowing onto my tongue. I gulped reflexively, swallowing before I realised what was happening. Milk. I was drinking Angela's milk. I couldn't even... she was breastfeeding me! Never in any life had I contemplated being breastfed. It was far more intimate than I could have dreamed and I eagerly sealed my lips, suckling hard on her nipple. Hands grabbed at my chest, kneading my tits. I don't know who's, even if Angela's tits hadn't obscured my sight I'm not sure I could have figured it out. One had shoved up my t shirt, the other clutched me through the fabric. Both were merciless, abusing my sweater puppies that were already feeling a little sore from my previous antics. Each tweak they gave my tits resonated in my cunt. We should have timed this. I swear it still stands as my quickest climax ever. One moment I was still trying to process what these vixens were doing to me, the next I had a white knuckled grip on the table edges, my neck strained lifting my head and my climax screamed into the precious, milk giving goddess. My muscles locked into place, my cunt clamping and stilling Susan's fingers in place, stopping her from doing anything more. Mary had no such constraints. The wicked bitch twisted and turned her wrist, wrenching my cunt lips and clit around one way, then another. At any other time, the pain would be torture and I'd've lashed out at her. Right there, right then, explosions filled my vision and robbed me of all sense. Pleasure, pain, it was all the same intensity and was driving me so far beyond the edge I barely knew where or when I was. I sucked in two more lungfuls of screams before collapsing to the table with a thud, my head lolling over the edge. I was sure the pain would hit me soon. The Vixens immediately relented: my labia were released, fingers drawn from my cunt, my mouth left empty. I felt fingers wiped on my pubes and thighs, that I assumed was Susan. I heard them move away, their voices indistinct as I came down from the sudden and unexpected rush of our brief foursome. All I'd wanted here was a sodding drink! I guess Angela had that covered. The thought made me giggle. Well, I tried but my body misunderstood and turned it to a cough. I twisted on the tabletop, my legs tangling in my clothes and sending me gracelessly to the floor. I heard laughter from the Vixens, but I didn't have the energy to get pissy at them. It took far more effort than it warranted, but I got my clothing back into place, ran my fingers through my hair and limped to the bar. My cunt smoldered in protest at the fun it had endured. I silently told it to fuck off like the unwanted visitor it was. "Okay, Kat. We've decided that we believe you are female." I stared, shook my head and laughed bitterly. "Glad to know nearly fisting me is proof. Do I get my drink yet?" Eyes on the prize, that's me. Susan gave me a look from behind the bar. Each of them had a drink, though Angela's seemed to be just a coke. "Depends. Are you pregnant?" I groaned and slipped carefully onto a stool. "Fucked if I know, Jenny seemed convinced though." Mary perked up, angled herself to look past Angela and stared at me. "What did you say was her name?" "Jenny. Jennifer Elspeth Halcombe if you want to be precise. Why?" She slipped off her stool and rounded Angela. Who, along with Susan, had quietened at Mary's tone. She stood very still and spoke in a tightly controlled voice. "What is your mother's name." "Sarjita Desai." We said her name simultaneously. What the hell. Our jaws dropped open. "Erik?" "Err, yeah, how did y-" "BASTARD!" Now I'll admit I've been hit by many people over the years, normally women I've pissed off with my shallowness (in my defence, I never say I have depth or pretend I'm after more than sex) or boyfriends who, well, are kinda justified in my book. I fucked their women, they got a punch in. I was used to rolling with blows or even striking first if I could preempt things. With all that said, Mary's sucker punch caught me completely by surprise and sent me spinning from the stool. "...how devastated she was? You were her best fucking friend and you threw her aside..." I grabbed at the bar, just about holding myself upright. Angela had reacted amazingly quickly and had Mary struggling in her arms. "...did you have a fucking clue that she cut herself because of you?" "What the fuck?!" I shoved my way back to unsteady feet, bracing for me second fight of the evening. At least this one couldn't build Stonehenge singlehandedly. Susan dived between us. "Enough! Mary, get a grip. Kat sit down. Now!" She may be willowy and ginger, but she had the commanding voice down perfectly and we complied. "Mary, why did you just hit her? Because of Jen?" She silenced my unuttered question with a gesture. "Yeah," she was glowering at me from Angela's grip, "If she's being honest about who she is, she's the one that fucked Jenny right up." "Yes, straight into your arms, right?" Mary shifted uncomfortably. Mary, Jenny's ex girlfriend. Bugger me, what are the odds? "Don't deny it Mare, you two met came here when you were an item, I remember the story. So Erik was the friend that hurt her? Big deal." Mary shot Susan a vicious look. The redhead shrugged it off. "I mean it. We've all met those people, we've all cope with them in our own way and hope, at some time, they get their just desserts." She waved an arm in my direction. "Well look, here is one getting just that." Crap, was that true? Some sort of cosmic justice was behind this? "A homophobe that was just fucked by three lezzies." After fucking my two very male friends. And swallowing a dose of cum. Why the fuck had that seemed so hot? My stomach roiled at the thought of Joe's semen swimming in there. "A prick without his prick." I felt a wave of vertigo as Susan recited her list. The room shrank, dimming with each thud of my heart. "He was a tit, now he has his own. He's swapped his dick for a clit. He's gonna have periods, apparently even push out a kid. He-" My body revolted and, clapping a hand over my mouth, I looked around in desperation. There! A second later and I shoved my way through the toilet door, ran past the urinals and fell into a cubicle. I puked. Not pleasant. I'm sure you know the drill, my muscles seized, mouth open, contents departed me, then continued to jerk my torso as I retched up nothing. It was true. All of it. I was a homophobe nymphomaniac former man, possibly pregnant with my own child. Worse than that, I was an arse. So self obsessed that, I had hurt my closest friend so much she had turned to self harm. I had an image of Jenny baring her arm for a naked razor blade... I retched again but there was nothing left to come out. What was I going to do? I'd run from Sara and Jenny, fucked my way into slutville with the only guys I counted as good friends and pissed off the first three people I'd met afterwards. I was nearly broke, alone and staring at my own vomit. I resolved to curl around the toilet when I heard the toilet door open. I groaned, couldn't I even wallow in peace? "Kat?" It was Susan. I told her to fuck off but, somehow, it came out as a pathetic, barely intelligible mumble. She ignored it. "There you are. Got it all out? Come on, up you get. There we are, let's get you to the sink, huh? Get you cleaned up." She kept her voice quiet and soothing, a professional used to dealing with the odd drunk. I wasn't drunk, not to that level at any rate, but I welcomed the chance to switch off for a few minutes and just obey. That ended as I sucked in a second mouthful of water to clear out that taste. "Its really true, isn't it?" I looked up in the mirror and met her eyes. I could see the question in them, the doubt. I couldn't blame her. Who would believe such a story? I nodded before spitting out the water. "Woah." I snorted and pushed off the sink to stand upright. Katya stared back, and she was a state. Disheveled hair, my left cheek reddened by the slap Bethan had given me, the jaw below it yellowing with a bruise. Thanks, Mary. My eyes were sunken from, well, everything I had gone through. I turned away from my sight, that vision I could do without. "What convinced you?" I couldn't help it, I wanted to know. "A few things. Mary's reaction, that it tallies with what I know of Jenny. Your answers to those questions. Your body language. And, when you desperately needed a toilet, you ran into the gents. Nothing more revealing than where people choose to puke or piss, I guess." Susan shrugged. "I'm not sure I can wrap my head around it though." "You should try it from this side." "I mean, a quarter hour ago, I was fingering you to a rather nice climax-" "You should try it from this side." Shit, I was still fucking flirting as a reflex. "-I have, and last week you were a dude." "Trust me, I know." "Sorry, I guess that was selfish of me. How are you doing?" I just shook my head. I had no idea how to answer that now. Barely holding on? Was I even holding on or was I fucking my way into an asylum? Something to think about I guess. "Look, is there anything I can do? I rent a flat near here. If you want a sofa to crash on while you sort your head out, it's yours." I blinked at her. Actually, I blinked quite rapidly at her as, for some reason, my allergies flared up and made my eyes water. Now if only I actually had some allergies... ahem. I turned away and stared at a stall door. Now I was avoiding her and the mirror, perfect. I nodded and mumbled out a thank you. She punched my arm. "You have the gratitude of a guy, that's for sure. "Shall we go back out there? Only I do need to reopen the pub. Don't worry, Mary has sworn she'll behave." I rubbed my jaw. "She's got a mean hook." Susan laughed and headed for the door. "She's got a mean everything, that dowdy look is the best disguise I know. I owe you sex on the beach, right?" She was gone in the swoosh of the door. Well, at least I wasn't the only flirt here. Susan had been right, Angela gave me a wink before turning back to Mary, who was trapped in the booth between her milfiness and the wall. Fine by me, I settled at the bar as Susan unlocked the doors then busied herself getting my drink. It being a fairly random weekday, there wasn't a queue rattling the doors but two guys did wander in before my drink was done. I slipped from my stool and sat down at an empty table away from Mary. No need to piss her off. Yeah, I know. Me avoiding antagonising someone. You might think it was some sort of a growth for me. You'd be wrong. I was exhausted. Not physically, I'd had plenty rest in the past two days for that. No, it was a mental weariness, making thought a conscious effort like wading through soup. I had fucked one friend then another... with yet another. None were friends with benefits. Each gave me ambivalent feelings, none of having the fucking grace to match. I had explored myself and been in a fight. Two, if you counted the one on Friday. I'd been in hospital and collapsed in a garden. I wanted time to sit, rest and drink. It wasn't a bad drink at all, better than I'd hoped. Focussing on it was simple and kinda soothing. I drank slowly, savouring the fruity taste before swallowing each sip. I was maybe a third of my way into the drink when a shadow fell over me. I glanced up briefly, followed by a double take. Looming over me - and at six foot she loomed well - was the last person I wanted to see again. Bethan. She had gotten changed. Instead of the teddy and kimono look she sported earlier, she had a simple outfit of blue jeans, white t shirt and a leather jacket. Her face had lost the anger she'd had when she realised who I was and the horror she had recoiled with when Jenny had announced my... had shouted. She wasn't pissed. She was far from happy though. Fuck balls. The door was beyond her. If I could squeeze past her and get through the door, then I could... No. I'd had enough of running, of lashing out. I didn't have the energy any more. I felt my body sag with resignation. Whatever came from her, it was happening right here. "Bethan, sit down. Whatever's going to happen, I can't be arsed to get neck ache by looking up at you." She pulled out the chair and sat opposite me. Somehow the piece of furniture wasn't reduced to kindling by either act. "Katya." I took a moment before raising my gaze from my drink. I tried to mimic her neutral expression but I reckon I was less impassive and more exhausted. "Earlier this evening I acted without thought and inflicted the anger I felt at the circumstances on a convenient if undeserving target. Namely, you. I apologise." "I... huh? I mean, thank you but... what?" Her lips tugged unwillingly into a small smile. By all the gods that had ever existed, that smile turned her already stunning looks into something beyond the realms of us mere mortals. It took me a moment to realise I was staring, not listening to her. That was getting to be a bad habit. "-ou expected? I can only imagine the impression you have of me, and I only have one way to remedy that." She twisted in her seat and raised her hand to Susan. The ginger barmaid - who looked almost like a caricature after seeing Bethan so close - nodded and reached down for a glass. Returning the nod, Bethan turned back to me. "After you left and she calmed down, I made Jennifer tell me about you again. She had tried when she told me what occurred on Saturday but I confess when she talked about the curse, I did not believe her. I grew angry at what I thought was a pathetic attempt to excuse her actions. This time I listened and checked her story against the previous version she had told. It seemed ridiculous," cue my near customary snort, "but they matched and your own actions. So I rang your mother. She confirmed it for me." "You know Sara?" I couldn't help but interrupt, how big was my mum in the lesbo community? "Yes, of course. They haven't told you yet? Hmm. Well, it's not my fault they have been reticent and I think you need to know. When Jennifer came out, her dad disowned her. Sarjita became like a surrogate mother to her. They usually meet at least once a week to catch up and spend time together. I presume Sarjita didn't tell you because of your falling out." I flopped against the padded back of the chair, stunned and a little hurt. I didn't have much in this world. Mum, my real mum I mean, had been an only child and, if I had any great aunts or uncles, we never found any trace in her stuff after the accident. Trust me, I checked through her stuff over and over for years. Quickest way to get me to throw the first punch is to insult Sara, and apparently I'm sharing her? All I had was Sara, we didn't even have contact with her family. They had disowned her for adopting me and she had not seen them for as long as I could remember. I'd always thought it was one of the shittiest things a parent could do, ostracising the own child... Oh. Right. Maybe I could see why she would reach out to Jenny then. In fact, I don't think she could have done anything different, not Sara. "Katya, they did not go behind your back to hurt you. Think about it, did anything change in how Sarjita treated you? Your mother is the best of women. She reached out to a lost young woman and offered her comfort. Don't be angry at her for this." I forced myself to nod. I didn't trust myself to speak yet. We had a moment of silence as Susan dropped off a glass of white wine for Bethan. The silence drew out. We both sipped our drinks. I wasn't sure what to make of this all and didn't have either the energy or inclination to speak first. Bethan sighed. "Some people have a defining event in their childhood." Oh great, another armchair psychologist about to tell me all about my issues. This happens a lot, usually soon after they hear about the accident. Suddenly they are an expert in child psychology and will tell me all sorts of crap if I let them, usually about anger and loss. Normally I cut them off, tell them I don't give a crap about their thoughts and move on. Today, I gave a mental shrug and kept shtum. Besides, Bethan's no nonsense demeanour gave me no opening to speak if I'd wanted. "An event so monumental that it colours their lives from that day on. For some it is one event, for others a series or even multiple, unlinked occurrences for the truly unfortunate. People react in different ways, of course. There are those who turn to drugs. Some seek to control everything, their work, their food, even their partner and their friends-" "I don't control anyone!" My interjection was louder than I intended and the pub quieted as people looked at us. Bethan met their gazes with a bored look. They turned away. "No, you don't," she continued in a quieter tone, " but I'm not talking about you. I'm telling why I am who I am and why I could not stand Jennifer ordering me. Katya, I have noted how you look at me. Most people do, I am highly attractive. Some even thought I was as a girl. They..." she blinked slowly as her voice wobbled. It was gone a moment later. "Katya, I know the worst moments of your life. The abuse they performed on me, that is mine." Woah. I just... woah. I stared at her. Calm, collected and strong, staring right back at me. I will never attempt to claim I had an easy childhood, but that shit blew mine away. Why was she telling me this? "Fuck, that's... I'm sorry. Who did it? We'll go round and make the fuckers pay." Bethan met that with a small smile. "Thank you, but that is already in hand and was not the reason I decided to share this with you. Katya, I know about the accident that took your mother and grandmother, I know the years of sexual tension you shared with Jennifer and I can guess at the pain her rejection caused. And, of course, I know about your curse. "That I know so much and you know so little of me is not fair. That's why I'm telling you so much, more than I'd choose to say normally. You never had a choice for what I learned." I nodded slowly. Honestly, I kinda wished she'd try and put me through the wall again, that I could understand and deal with. This moderate, calm woman before me was a total headfuck beyond my comprehension. "I was not mad that Jennifer slept with you. I was mad that she concealed it, and what I thought were her plans to do it." She held up a hand as I opened my mouth. "Yes, I know now that she didn't plan it and she tried to say before. I didn't believe her, it took your appearance tonight to persuade me of that. Now, do you have any questions for me." I glanced at the bar as I thought. For just a moment, my gaze met Susan's. Her eyes flashed with concern and she tipped her head, a small query to check on me. I nodded. This was awkward as hell and far from where I wanted to be, but it wasn't... I could handle it. I think. There was a thousand questions whirring around, but I had the impression Bethan did not offer this chance lightly, so I began with the most pressing. "Yeah, I got one. Why tell me this? I get the whole, you know more than me thing but that's not all of it, is there?" She made a sound in the back of her throat that might, just maybe, pass for amusement. "You're astute." "Reading women helps you know which ones you have a better chance to fuck. It's a gift." I spoke glibly, yet Bethan studied me closely and weighed my words. "Quick with the jokes, aren't you? Anyway, as to your question, I thought that would be obvious." She paused expectantly, I shrugged my ignorance at her. "For Jennifer. She is in love with you and, thanks to recent developments, you are fantasy turned flesh. More will happen between you two, regardless of me. I can either work with it and hope what I have with her survives, or I can oppose it and likely make us all miserable." I stared at her. "I... you... Jenny's in love with me? But, she's gay! And I'm a guy. Was a guy. And if she's in love with me, why the fuck is she gay?" Bethan's face darkened. Oh crap, I'd spoken my thoughts aloud. Alcohol and tiredness leads to saying dumb things, who knew? "You have a lot to learn about sexuality and the human mind, Katya, but then, most cis men do. Love and desire are not the same thing. Have you only slept with women you loved?" My snort probably wasn't needed. "Precisely. Jennifer grew up in love with you and the fact that she did not desire you caused her years of turmoil. She bought the lie we tell children that love comes with desire every time. She wanted you, but not as you wanted her. "I truly believe that if you had gathered the courage a year or two earlier to ask her, she would have said yes. I'm not saying you relationship would have done well, but you would have had one. However, you waited and she grew to understand her own sexuality. You know the rest. "Now though, she has watched her first love become the woman of her dreams. More than that, she got to make love to her-" not the phrase I'd use for that frantic fuck "- and wants to help you. Does she still love you? I do not know. I can say, though, that she was distraught when she called Sarjita this afternoon and found that you had gone. I was distracting her with work when you arrived." "Work? What fucking work do you do?" My unintended pun did bring a smile briefly to her. I wanted to bask in that for far longer than it lasted. Damn. "Jennifer and I are camgirls. Camwhores some might say. We have sex and perform other acts on camera for money." As if I didn't know. "It helps that she has an exhibitionist side, I find that I don't dislike it. It's a decent enough wage." Decent? Was that... had she just tried a joke? Something about her eyes hinted at yes. I huffed something that could be small laugh. "Okay. And you're trying to set Jenny and I up? Sorry, but that just seems dumb." "I am not trying to set you up, I am accepting the facts. Planned or not, you and Jennifer have something there. It may grow or wither yet, but ignoring it would be a disservice to each of you. "It may help if you understood that we are polyamorous. My issue wasn't her having sex with you, it was her duplicity. If things do somehow work out for you, then we need to be cordial for both Jennifer and simply sorting logistics." Polyamorous. I knew what it meant of course, I'd just never knowingly met one of them. Jenny was polyamorous. Did that mean we could be something, even with Bethan around? Damn, did it mean I would have to get involved with her too? Don't get me wrong, she's a knockout I'd happily fuck to the moon and back, but fucking is far from dating. I don't date. And what of logistics? They lived together, surely anything we had would be second fiddle to theirs. I tightened my grip on my forgotten cocktail. Second fiddle? No. Fucking. Way. I do not settle for being second. I drew in a breath, stoking my anger reflexively. I raised my eyes, opening my mouth to speak. Bethan was watching, calm in the face of my anger. She had expected this from me. She knew it was how I coped but had had the grace not to mention. Words died on my lips and we stared at each other. I felt my anger begin to ebb away. A minute later I laughed faintly. "So. That's how you control things, huh?" This time she did smile. "Sometimes. Sometimes I use cuffs and restraints. Silence seemed more appropriate here." I was beginning to see it. "And being here, telling me this all?" She nodded. " I control the situation. What you learn, that you learn the truth. I think you need to know and would learn parts soon enough. This way..." "This way it's all as you choose." I blinked as understanding crept up on me. Her remoteness, her dyed hair and probably even her muscles, all were symptoms of a little girl grown up but still very much there, trying to stop the hurt. "I get angry." I swallowed, forcing myself to hold her gaze. "I push and I shove and I shout. I get loud outside to shut up what's inside." We stared at other. She was broken, dealing with the world as best she could. Just like me. I'm not saying we liked each, or were friends even but we both knew the other. Recognised in them that part of ourselves. She lifted her glass, I raised mine. This wasn't a toast, it was a gesture of solidarity. Life had crapped on us, we were still here. We didn't say much more that night. We drank together and Bethan gave me something I'm not sure I had ever experienced before. Something that sated me in a way nothing else ever had: companionable silence. So, naturally enough, after the pub closed I spent the night fucking Susan. * Author's note. Well, this did not go at all as I'd planned. This is the longest, open form story I've written to date and has made me realise that I am definitely a discovery writer. I have ideas, characters and backgrounds, but the characters then decide how things go. I had intended far more sex and I could have kept going I guess, but this part was already running long and Katya likes her mic drop moments. Plus, I get to start with banging next time for a change. Finally, my usual plea for reviews. I want your input, whether it's just that you enjoyed it or that you wanted more of X, less of Y etc. Please, let me know. Thank you for reading.