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=== Two First Times ===
by Trismegistus Shandy
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We'd been taking it slow, at my request. This was our sixth date,
and it was only on our fifth that I'd let Will touch my breasts.
But I was pretty sure I was ready now. When he took me home after
dinner, I invited him up to my apartment.
I made a pot of decaf coffee -- we'd already had plenty of wine with
dinner -- and we sat down on the sofa. We talked about the movie we'd
seen for a while, then I got cups of coffee and returned to the sofa.
"You've been really patient with me," I said. "But I think I'm
ready now."
"If you're sure," he said, taking my hand in his, "then let's get
started. Do you want to talk about how you want to do it, or
just wing it...?" He kissed the back of my hand.
"Let's... let's take it slow, okay? I haven't had sex since -- some
traumatic things happened. And now -- I think I'm recovered, I think
I'm ready now, or I wouldn't have invited you in. But maybe -- we
could pretend this is my first time, and all that other stuff never
happened. Could you do that?"
He closed his eyes for a couple of moments, and when he opened them
again, he said: "Kathleen, I'm honored that you've chosen me for your
first. Remember, you can say 'no' or 'stop' at any point, and we
won't go any farther. I don't want to do anything you're
uncomfortable with."
"Thank you," I said in a small voice. "Let's -- um -- let's not
undress all the way until we're in the bedroom, with the lights out,
okay? And let's keep it kind of plain vanilla the first time...
no fancy positions or anything. It's all new to me."
"I've heard that it can be easier for women, their first time, if
they're on top. It give you more control over how fast things
go... maybe makes breaking your hymen less painful, I'm not sure.
Is that okay?" He was stroking my thigh as he talked.
"That would be fine," I said, gasping a little as he got close to my
crotch. I took his hand and guided it to my breast.
"Before we turn off the lights in there," he said, unbuttoning my
blouse and gently kissing the tops of my breasts, "we should probably
spread an old towel or something over the middle of the bed. Since
this is your first time, there's going to be a little blood."
"I've got an old tattered T-shirt, will that do?"
"Sure."
Soon we moved to the bedroom, coffee forgotten after only a few sips.
I took the old T-shirt out of its drawer and spread it unnecessarily
on the bed. Well, maybe not unnecessarily. We could toss it aside
and be rid of the wet spot. He turned off the lights, and only the
dim glow of my phone charger and the street lights seeping in around
the blinds illuminated us as we removed the rest of each other's
clothes and laid down.
Afterward, I said: "Thank you. That was wonderful... you were
wonderful."
"So were you. Did it... did it hurt when we broke your hymen?"
"A little," I fibbed, playing along. He had really gotten into it.
When I said we should pretend this was my first time, I just meant
I wanted him to be slow and gentle.
"Do you want to get rid of the bloody rag before we go again?
If you want to go again, that is. We don't have to."
"Sure," I said, rolling aside to get off the damp T-shirt and tossing
it onto the floor near the hamper. "You've been really good to me.
Can I make it up to you? Is there something you want to pretend next
time, like we pretended this was my first?"
He was silent for a long moment. Then: "If you're sure... I don't
want to pressure you or make you feel like you owe me."
"Tell me what you want," I said. "I can't promise I'll do it, but
I'll at least consider it. And I won't judge you for it."
He was silent again. Then: "All right... promise not to laugh or
freak out?"
"I'll try my best, if you promise to be patient and listen when I tell
you... why I haven't had sex with anybody in a long time." I wasn't
quite ready yet, but I thought I would tell him. If we were getting
this serious, he deserved to know.
"Then... could you pretend like you used to be a man, but you got
changed into a woman by a witch or a magic necklace or alien abductors
or something? And you were freaked out by it at first, but you've
been a woman long enough that you start being attracted to men, and
we've dated for a while and you're finally ready to have sex?"
I admit it, it took a supreme effort to keep my promise and not laugh.
"Of course," I said. "Just give me a minute to get ready. Hmm, maybe
if we're pretending like this is our first time, we should get dressed
and go back in the living room to start over?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later we were sitting on the sofa again, with fresh cups
of coffee.
"It looks like we're getting serious," I said, taking a sip. "But
before we go any farther there's something you should know about me."
"What is it?"
"Eight months ago, I was a man."
He looked me up and down. "You're transgender? That's fine, I don't
have a problem with that. I never would have guessed; you look
perfect."
"Kind of sort of," I said. "It's more complicated than that. I
didn't feel like I was a woman in a man's body, or whatever. I was
fine being a man. But... things happened, and here I am." I took a
deep breath. "So, back in May I took a vacation from the job I had
at the time. I went hiking and camping in Yosemite.
I used to do a lot of that... maybe this summer we can do some more,
but I'm not sure... anyway. My third night out, I went to sleep in my
tent and woke up -- somewhere else.
"I was lying on a bed or stretcher or something. I was naked, with no
sheet or blanket or anything, but the place was warm enough that I
didn't feel cold. I had an oxygen cannula in my nose, an IV in my
arm, and a catheter in my penis, and there was some kind of apparatus
strapped to my head -- I couldn't see what it looked like. And I
couldn't move, though there weren't any visible restraints. My body
just wouldn't do anything but breathe. I couldn't control anything
but my eyelids.
"After I'd been awake for a while, someone came in and approached my
bedside. And they weren't human, or even humanoid... I'm having a
hard time remembering what they looked like. I think I was probably
drugged, so I'm not sure how reliable those memories are. But they
had a lot more than two arms, or tentacles, or whatever those
appendages were... anyway. They made some noises that might have been
speech or might have just been involuntary like a cough or belch, I
couldn't tell.
"They came and went -- there might have been more than one of them,
but I only ever saw one at a time. I slept and woke several times,
and then one time, I woke up with a different body. This body.
"I freaked out, as you can imagine, but I could still only move my
eyelids. I slept and woke a couple more time, and then I woke up
again -- in my sleeping bag in my tent, in the same campsite as
before. And I could move. But when I sat up, I realized I was a
woman -- it hadn't been a dream.
"When I hiked out of the park, I found out over a week had passed. I
was several days late getting back to work, not that I could have gone
back like this. I wasn't sure what to do -- I was still in shock. It
had taken me four days to hike back to where I'd parked my car,
instead of the three it had taken on the way out -- not because my
stride was slower, although that was part of it, but because
every little while I'd just fugue out, staring down at my body in
disbelief for a few minutes before I shook myself and made myself keep
walking.
"By the time I got to my car, I thought I was recovered enough to
drive. I went home and took stock. I thought I wouldn't be able to
get access to most of my money; the bank wouldn't believe I was me. I
wouldn't be able to pay rent, so I'd be homeless in less than a month.
"I spent some time on the Internet researching ways to get new ID, and
things like that -- trying to find a way out. I thought I might
disappear for a while -- a plausible few months -- and show up again
saying I'd gotten sex reassignment surgery. But I checked, and I not
only didn't have the same fingerprints as before -- I didn't have any
fingerprints. And I'd lost too much height and weight for surgery to
be a plausible explanation anyway, not for people who knew me well
before.
"Then a couple of days after I returned home, there was a knock at my
door. I didn't answer -- whoever it was, I didn't feel like talking
to them. But then someone called out, 'Mr. Derby, we know you're in
there. And we know what happened to you. We can help.'
"So I opened it up, and there were a man and woman in suits, looking
grave and sympathetic. They told me I wasn't the only person those
aliens had abducted. They'd set me up with a new identity if I'd let
their doctor examine me, and answer some questions about what I'd seen
and experienced. I was a little afraid they'd disappear me and
experiment on me, but if I didn't get new ID I was looking at being
homeless within a couple of weeks, so I took the risk. And they kept
their word. I found out some interesting things when they examined me
-- aside from the fingerprints, the aliens left out several vestigial
organs when they made my new body. I don't have a hymen or an
appendix, for instance. And no belly-button; this body wasn't grown
in a womb." We'd made love in the dark, so he hadn't seen my belly
yet.
"They set up the new ID they'd promised, and I was interviewing for
jobs a week later. I started this job at Y-Tech and met you a few weeks
after that.
"Once I stopped holing up in my apartment, and started going out and
meeting people, I realized I was attracted to guys now. I was in
denial about it for a long time -- you remember I wore only pantsuits
for the first few months we worked together, and I didn't start
wearing skirts until recently? It's taken me a while to admit that
this is who I am now. I've... not just gotten used to being a woman,
and gotten to like it... and I want you to take me the rest of the
way. The aliens made me female, but I want you to make me a woman."
Okay, that last bit was kind of cheesy, but I could tell it was the
right thing to say. He was more turned on than I'd seen him yet.
"Kathleen, it doesn't matter to me who you used to be. I see the
beautiful, confident woman you are now, and I'm overwhelmed that you
want to be with me."
We were in the bedroom and naked a minute or two later, and this time
wasn't quite as slow or gentle, though he wasn't rough by any means.
Afterward, he said: "Thank you for being so accepting of my fantasy,
and playing along so well... that was a great story to make up on
short notice. The last time I shared that fantasy with someone, she
thought it was weird, and she broke up with me not long afterward; I
haven't told anyone else since then."
In response, I took his hand and placed it on my belly.
"What do you feel?"
He ran his fingers along my belly. "Smooth skin, a little fat and
a decent amount of muscle..."
"Any sign of a belly-button?" And I turned on the bedside lamp.
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