A Tale of Two Lovebirds
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There is beauty in this world that will take your breath away. Beauty
that will make you feel small and insignificant. Beauty that is raw and
without flaw.
The snow over Mount Fuji. The sun dancing off of Lake Louise. The
Northern Lights above Reine, Norway. There is raging white water of the
Montana River.
And there is her face.
It was the first day of my senior year of high school when I first saw
her turn the corner by the library. I was jabbering some foolishness,
like always, and my words caught in my throat. The sun danced off of her
hair, and she was smiling, and she had eyes you could get lost in. I
looked, transfixed, as she moved, her soft green dress dancing around
her perfect thighs.
She was black, and her skin shined in the late-summer sun. Her eyes had
a slight almond shape to them. Her hair was a loose Afro. She was
walking beside a girlfriend, but if you gave me 100 guesses, I can't
remember what her companion looked like. I was just stunned by her
presence.
A word about black women. I think they're gorgeous, but I had never
dated outside of my race. But in that snapshot in time, it didn't
matter. My heart fluttered. My blood pressure rose. My palms sweated.
"...Clay?" I heard a nearby voice.
I looked, and Jason Bigsby, my best friend, was talking to me. But he
had a smirk on his face as he did.
My sister, Carrie, stood beside him. She was laughing, too.
"Did my big brother get hit by a thunderbolt?" she said.
"Maybe two of them," Jason said.
They laughed again as I stared unabashedly at this ... vision. She was
the prettiest girl in the school. No, in the town. No, in the world.
"Clay? Buddy, she isn't your type. Ok," Jason said.
"No, but she's still pretty, isn't she?" Carrie said. "If that's what
you like."
I turned on them. "What? Are you guys racists all of the sudden? Since
when are gay people racist?"
It was true. Carrie had been a lesbian since middle school. Jason was
and out-and-proud member of Woodrow Wilson High. So who were they to
cast aspersions on someone else?
Jason shook his head. "It has nothing to do with her being black," he
said. "Clay, that's JoJo Johnston."
I blinked at him.
"She's transgender," Carrie said.
"Yeah," Jason said. "If you're going to date someone with a dick, it had
better be me. You know what I'm saying?"
Jason laughed. He had been flirting with me for two years, but I'm the
straight one in this crowd. Nothing against my sister, who I love.
Nothing against Jason, who was my buddy. I even joined the Rainbow Club
-- a gay club --at school to support both of them. But I wasn't attracted
to those with alternative lifestyles.
Until now.
Until JoJo.
* *
Being close, Carrie and Jason gave me hell without pause for the rest of
the morning. I was mesmerize by a transgender girl. Did I know she had a
dick? Did I want to march in the Gay Pride parade with them? Did I
really have Laverne Cox's poster on my wall? Was I worried about being
poked in the eye when we had sex.That kind of juvenile stuff.
Hey, it could happen to anyone. JoJo wasn't exactly wearing a sign that
said "transgender." A pretty girl walks across the campus, and you
notice her. That's all that happened.
I walked toward first period. A Current Affairs class. Carrie left me at
C wing, and Jason at B wing.
I walked into the room and took a desk in the back. I put my head down
on my desk, just for a minute. There was talking and tussling and the
squeaking of chair legs on the floor.
And then I heard the voice of the angels.
I lifted my head, and there JoJo was, in the front of the room with a
late admissions ticket in her hands. She was talking to the teacher,
something about being placed in the course as a course switch.
The teacher, Mr. Dawson, looked out over the room. "Hey, Clay," he said.
"You have an empty desk next to you. How about if Miss Johnson here sits
by you?"
I nodded. JoJo sat next to me and smiled. "Hi. I'm JoJo," she whispered.
"Clay," I said.
"I know who you are, Clay,? she said. ?You?re in the Rainbow Club. You
date Jason Bigsby, don?t you??
I sputtered. ?No,? I said. ?I don?t. Jason is my friend, but we don?t go
out. I mean, I?m straight.?
She looked at me quizzically.
?So why are you in the Rainbow Club?? she said.
?Ah,? I said. ?My sister is the vice-president. She came out as a
lesbian three years ago. I?m in it to support her. My mom?s idea.?
She nodded. ?You?re a good brother,? she said.
And then the class started, and we talked about Trump, and about his
wall, and about the riots in India. Then Mr. Dawson stopped.
?I want to talk about one more thing,? he said. ?There has been a lot of
fuss over public bathroom usage. I want to know how you guys feel about
that.?
JoJo didn?t say anything. Being transgender doesn?t mean you advertise
it.
?I think only girls should use girls? bathrooms,? Becky Flowers said.
?There isn?t any room for penises when I go.?
?Yeah,? Vanessa Williams said. ?Why do we have to have perverts watching
us pee??
Finally, JoJo spoke.
?I don?t know how many of you people know me,? she said. ?But I?m
transgender. And let me assure you, no one is watching you pee. It?s one
of the least sexy acts a human performs. It?s the ridding of waste from
the body. The second item is this: Where do you expect us to go? School
is seven hours a day. You expect us to hold it?
?Get serious. The only perverts that hang around women?s bathrooms are
guys. Teachers. Custodial workers. Administration. Arrest records prove
that. It isn?t up for discussion. If you people would grow up, you?d see
that women go into the bathroom to pee, sometimes to smoke ? even though
that?s against school rules ? and to freshen their lipstick.?
Everyone was talking at once then, about flashers and about school and
about bathroom permission slips.
Finally, I had something to say. ?Does it strike anyone else that
women?s bathrooms aren?t like guys? bathrooms? There is no long trough
where everyone pees standing next to someone else. Women have their own
space, as they should. An enclosed cubicle with a lock on the door. I
don?t know much about women?s bathrooms, but it seems to me if someone
sees you go, you can stop that by closing the door.?
There was more noise then, some people accusing me of having to sit to
pee. JoJo looked at me and nodded. ?Thank you, Clay,? she said.
And my heart melted.
* *
As a young boy, Joey Johnston wanted to be a young girl.
Helen could not keep her son out of his sister?s closet. He would walk
around the house in oversized dresses, making kissing faces toward the
mirror. He played with dolls. He rode a pink bicycle.
Helen thought it was a phase. Then she thought her son might be gay.
Then, one day, it hit her. He was transgender.
Helen and her husband talked frankly with Joey, about how tough
transgender kids had it, about the pain of an operation, about scorn
and hatred and a world that refused to understand. But when your son
puts on a dress every day, you get tired of taking it off. Eventually,
your child wears you out, and he wears a skirt to breakfast, and no one
says anything.
The neighbors tried to be supportive. .. to their faces. His sister was
good. But everyone knew there something different about Joey. He wore
lipstick. He wore heels. He wore whatever he could get from wherever he
could get it.
Helen and George Johnstone weren?t stupid. They were educated people,
and they loved their children. Eventually, they had no choice but to
fight the battles to let JoJo attend school as a girl. And then she was
happy. She hung out with other girls, except for a boy named Andre, who
kissed her.
There are a thousand kids like Joey, kids who don?t fit with their
assigned genders, kids who want different clothes and different looks.
When she turned 16, two years ago, Helen thought her daughter should
start her hormone therapy. She was never going to be a boy. This was a
life adjustment.
And so she pierced her ears, and she shaved her legs, and she wore bras
and panties to school.
It was going to be hard.
But living a lie was going to be harder.
* * *
We became friends, casual friends. We would have lunch together with
Carrie and Jason. We talked about the Bengals and Game of Thrones and
the Umbrella Academy and Caitlyn Jenner and her girlfriend. We would
talk about Carrie?s girlfriends, about Jason?s boyfriends, about the
surgeries awaiting JoJo.
We came a quilt of a quartet, a gay teen, a lesbian teen, a straight
teen and a transgender teen. We called ourselves ?the United Nations?
because of our differences, but it just shows you have everyone can get
along.
Mind you, high school isn?t how it used to be with bullying and
judgments and hatrets. Ninety-eight percent of the students were fine
with gay or trans teens.
The other two percent?
They were made up of Earl Edwards and his rambling gang of psychopaths.
Some kids are just born mean. Earl was the kind of kid who would pass a
weaker kid and slap the books from his hands. He wold shoulder the fat
girl into the lockers. He was call a gay kid ?fag? or a lesbian girl
?dyke.? In our school, Earl was the kid voted most likely to do time.
It was inevitable that Earl would start to give JoJo grief. He?d make
little remarks, like how you could barely see JoJo?s dick. Then he?d
hold his hands out in protest, as if he had said nothing out of line.
I was walking home one afternoon, and I heard a cry of anguish. It was
from JoJo. Earl and two of his friends, Gino and Ricky, had her pushed
back against a building. Earl?s pants were down, and he was talking
about how JoJo was going to suck his cock.
I felt flying into the group of them. I got a good shot in on Earl, but
Gino hit me from behind and Ricky started kicking me. It went on for a
long time. Basically, they beat the shit out of me. Some hero I am, huh?
JoJo brought back help, though, and Earl and his guys arrested. They
left telling us what awaited us.
JoJo helped me up. I was bleeding, but I didn?t think anything was
broken. I could make it home. But JoJo wouldn?t hear of it. Her mother
was a nurse and her father was a doctor, so she took me home so they
could tend to a bloody white kid who hung out with their daughter.
JoJo?s mom, Helen, was as sweet as she could be. She appreciated me
rescuing her daughter, and she made me a glass of tea.
?Thank you, son,? she said.
?It?s okay,? I said. ?JoJo is a friend of mine. She was in trouble.?
Helen grinned. ?You have no idea how many people would have gone the
other way. You know about my girl??
I nodded. ?She doesn?t keep any secrets,? I said.
?Hah,? Helen said. ?I bet you didn?t know about her nine toes on each
foot.?
JoJo laughed and pushed her mom in play. ?Don?t give him any ideas,
momma. He?s already afraid of the appendages I do have.?
Helen chuckled and looked at me. Then she looked at JoJo. She nodded her
head.
?Clay,? she said. ?You can come see me whenever you want. You helped my
little girl today. You bled for her. You can do no wrong in this house.?
I thanked her. She gave me a ride home, and JoJo came along. When I got
out of the car at my house, JoJo got out, too. She thanked me again. She
reached up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. It was our first
real contact, and even with her mom watching, it was sweet.
I went into the house. I started to wash my face. I touched my cheek,
and I imagined I could still feel her lips.
* *
?You dumb ass,? Carrie was saying. ?Why don?t you just ask her out?
Everyone can see that you?re crazy about her.?
I sat in the quad with her and Jason. They were ganging up on me. As
usual.
?We?re friends, Carrie,? I said. ?But we?re just friends.?
?Monica was my friend, and then she was something more,? Carrie said.
?Ewww,? Jason said. ?Don?t talk about girl sex.? He put his hands over
his ears.
Carrie laughed and flicked a straw at him. She leaned forward. ?Pussy,?
she said. ?Tits. Cunnilingus.?
?Stop,? Jason said. ?Stop stop stop.?
Carrie grinned and looked at me. ?Seriously, big brother,? she said.
?You?ve got the hots for Miss JoJo. You could ask her out. Pizza and
movie, maybe. See where it goes.?
I shook my head. ?I think she has someone, Carrie,? I said. ?I know she
likes black guys. Besides, I?ve never had a transgender girlfriend. I?d
be scared to death.?
Jason laughed. ?Now, there?s a pussy,? he said to Carrie.
* *
As it turned out, I didn?t ask JoJo out. She asked me out.
Her cousin Luke was getting married, and the entire family would be
there. So JoJo asked Clay to accompany here. There would be other white
people there, she told him.
?I don?t care about that,? he said. ?But how will people look at me?
Will I be thought of as gay??
?I don?t know how a hundred other people will think of you, Clay,? she
said. ?But what?s the big deal about being gay? Do you really care what
these people think of you? Hell, I?ll be a dress, and I don?t care.?
?I didn?t mean it like that...? he said.
?Then don?t say it. Life is too hard. If you don?t want to be with me,
then don?t go.?
?JoJo, you know I want to be with you.?
?Then shut up and dry-clean your suit. We?re going to a wedding.?
And, yes, it was a nice time. JoJo wore a yellow dress with black trim,
and outlined against her dark skin it was lovely. Her shoulders were
bare, and when they entered the church, she held onto his arm as if to
claim him.
They danced, and he danced with Helen, too, and the music was loud and
the punch was flowing and JoJo was in his arms and he felt terrific.
Then, in the middle of a slow dance, she kissed him softly, and he could
have sworn that sparks flew from her lips. He held her close then, and
it was as if it was just the two of them. Color didn?t matter. Gender
didn?t matter. The world outside didn?t matter.
JoJo mattered. She fit in my arms, and she tasted like cherries.
I was in love.
* *
Youth is one thing. Curiousity is another.
Clay?s history class was empty in fifth period, so that?s where they
met. She would kiss him, and they would coo, and they would talk about
the future. They would flirt, and they would hold hands, and they would
ignore everyone else. Ah, young lust.
One day, JoJo had a wicket smile when she met him in the vacant
classroom. She hurried him into the corner. ?Wait til you see what I?ve
got,? she said.
It was a magazine, slick and with color photos. Since he was a smart
guy, Clay quickly figured out that it wasn?t Life.
The picture on the first page was of two women, inches away from a kiss.
They were nude, and the taller woman had her hands on the shorter
woman?s shoulder. ?Carrie would like this,? Clay said.
?Keep looking,? JoJo said.
There a man giving another man a blow job. There were threesomes. There
were a black man taking a blonde from behind. There was an obese man
with an obese woman. There were pictures of transgender men and women
naked. It was fascinating, and it was erotic. Clay felt his penis grow.
?Where did you get this?? he said, his voice failing him.
?Ginny loaned it to me. I think she likes the black guy.?
?Well, you know I like black people.?
She laughed. She turned back to the magazine.
Woman were handcuffed. Men were enjoying anal sex. Finally, he turned a
page. There was a man dressed as a woman, as a French maid. He was
looking back over his shoulder at a stern looking woman holding a leash.
She had the look of royalty. He had the look of gutter trash.
?That?s sick,? Clay said. But was it.
?I think it?s beautiful,? JoJo said. ?Look at their faces. Look at their
body language. That?s hot as a forest fire, don?t you think??
He laughed, because he didn?t know quite else to do. The maid?s
fingernails were deep red. His lipstick matched. Clay had never imagined
this sort of thing went on.
Later, alone in his room, he imagined it again.
But JoJo and Clay weren?t adults, and they weren?t fetishists, and they
weren?t adventurous. They were just two kids looking at erotic pictures.
It was fun to talk about. But that was it. Hell, they were both virgins
waiting for the right moment. Sex itself was enough of a promise
No one needed spice.
Did they?
* * *
They were a couple now. They held hands in the hallway, and she kissed
him every morning, and they helped each other with their homework.
Carrie loved them as a couple.
Even Jason loved them as a couple.
But why was Carrie so angry with him one Tuesday morning?
?You?re a pig,? she said. ?You?re just a fucking pig.?
?Carrie, calm down...?
?Get away from me.?
?What?s the problem.?
?Well,? Carrie said. ?I was talking to your girlfriend, and she said you
were holding back. According to JoJo, not once have you kissed her
dick.?
I stammered. ?But she told me she didn?t care about that.?
?Of course she did,? Carrie said. ?What else would she say? Trans girls
are careful when they talk about their penises. It?s ?don?t talk about,
just do it? with some girls. Have you offered???
?No, Carrie. I haven?t. For goodness? sakes, we haven?t even had sex
yet. I mean, we kiss, and we touch. But she wants to wait for a while. I
can?t imagine she wants me to kiss her ... there.?
?Well, imagine it. Being accused of being gay is nothing compared to
letting your girlfriend down. This is part of the woman you love. It?s
just skin. Imagine you?re sucking her finger. It?s not a big deal.?
But if you?re raised as a boy, it really is.
* * *
George Johnston was a good man. He had struggled some when his son
announced he wanted to be a girl, but he grew used to the idea. He loved
his child, after all.
It was the day after the wedding that Mr. Johnston asked me to visit him
in his office. I drove, and I walked inside. I was the only white guy
there.
?Clay, please sit down,? he said. ?Do you want anything??
?No, sir,? I said.
?Okay, let me get to the point, Clay. You?re seeing a lot of my daughter
these days, huh? She really likes you.?
?I like her, too, Mr. Johnston. I think she?s wonderful.?
?See. That?s the way to butter up a doting dad. Brag about his daughter.
You know, JoJo has had a hard time of it. It isn?t easy growing up
trans.?
?I imagine not, sir,? I said.
?Okay, let me be blunt. Are you having...being intimate ... with my
daughter??
I spewed and stammered for a full minute. He laughed. ?Look, I know how
young people are,? he said. ?It wasn?t that long ago I was one of you.
And I?ll tell you. I did okay. So I understand the urges. I really do.
But JoJo hasn?t been a girl for five years yet. I don?t think she?s
ready for sex, Clay. Don?t get me wrong. I like you. Helen loves you.
But I?m going to have to insist you guys not have sex.?
I was quiet. Finally, I said, ?Do you want me to promises you, Mr.
Johnston??
George laughed. ?A promise is very small compared to a hard dick, Clay,?
he said. ?I?m afraid I?ll need more assurance than that.?
?I?ll try,? i said. ?But what assurance can I give you that we won?t get
carried away??
?Clay, have you ever heard of personal restraint devices??
?Sir??
?They?re called male chastity belts, Clay. Cock cages. Your penis fits
inside them, and it locks, and JoJo stays a virgin.?
?But, sir...?
?No buts about it, Clay. The bondage folks use them a lot, to build up
and have great sex. But I would want you to have no sex. Otherwise, I?m
going to have to ask you two not to see each other anymore. Should I
call your mother??
?God, no,? I said.
?I would?t like someone talking to my mother about sex, either,? he
said. ?Look, I know you two aren?t going to wait long to have sex. This
isn?t the old days, when you had to be married. But I want JoJo to be
mature when she has it for the first time. I owe her that. You owe her
that.?
?Um, how does it work??
?It?s simple. You have a ring behind your testicles, and you push these
pins from the cylinder forward. It locks. And just like that, you?ve
honored my daughter. Think of it as a medical devise ? like a leg brace
or an arm cast You can wait for her, can?t you, Clay? Do you love her
enough to make this sacrifice.?
?I...I guess,? I said.
Then it?s settled. I?ll have Nurse Shaw come in here, and she?ll help
you attach it. You?re a little young for this, but who gets harder
faster than a teen age boy??
George said he would keep the keys, just to be sure. He said he would
sleep easier.
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the his office, and I listened for
the clank. I was caged. I was useless.
* *
That very day, JoJo started talking about having sex. Just my luck.
She was ready, she said. She wanted me to rent a hotel room, and she had
a new negligee, and come Saturday night, I was going to be happy. She
talked about using her mouth. She talked about using her butt. What I
would do in return wasn?t important. She wanted to give herself to me.
She kept talking about what I would do to her, and what she would do to
me. She sent me a nude picture of herself from the waist up.
As she talked, I was aware of my cage. I began to sweat. How on earth
could I get this prison off of my penis? I was a young man. I was too
young to be in jail.
I could lick her, I knew. I could use my fingers. I could rub her. But
JoJo was a beautiful woman. She would expect me to perform like a man.
She was a straight woman. She would want dick.
JoJo talked about her breasts, and how much attention she expected them
to get from me. I loved her breasts. I knew they would get bigger, but
as it was, they were perfect. She was perfect.
Me?
I was a mess.
* *
On Saturday night, I showed up at the Best Western. JoJo was waiting in
room 119. She was expecting heaven. I was bringing hell.
I walked in, and she was wearing a long, silver nightgown. She was an
angel. Her makeup was perfect, and her hair was pulled back in a short
bun. She looked wonderful.
She walked up to me and kissed me. She rubbed my chest, and I felt my
penis twitch inside of my cage.
?We need to talk,? I whispered.
?The hell with talk,? she said. ?Take off your clothes.?
?JoJo...really.? I undid my trousers. They fell to the floor. She pulled
down my underwear ... and there is was. My gerbil cage.
?What the fuck...? JoJo said. ?What is this??
?It?s a ... cage,? I said. ?I?m locked up.?
?What? Who did this to you??
?Well, your dad didn?t think you were ready for sex...?
?My father? You let my father lock up your dick? What kind of man are
you??
?JoJo...please calm down.?
?Don?t tell me to calm down. I was giving up my virginity to you
tonight. And instead, you wear this ... clamp. Why would you tease me
like this??
?JoJo. I?m sorry. He locked it on me before I figured out what he was
doing.?
What could I do to offer contrition?I fell to my knees and I leaned
forward. With Carrie?s voice in my head, I leaned forward. Through her
nightgown, I kissed her cock, gingerly, then harder. It was meant to be
giving.
?What the hell are you doing?? she shrieked. ?Don?t touch that.?
She stepped back. She stripped her nightgown and threw it at me. ?Put
that on, pussy-boy,? she yelled. ?Now. If I can?t suck. your dick, you
can suck mine.? She stripped off her panties and threw them at me as
well.
Stunned, I put them on. I was confused. What was going on?
?Now,? she said standing nude in front of me. ?Suck my dick.?
I could have left. I could have pushed her out of the way and walked
out. But I didn?t. Her will was a force bigger than me. She had a tone
of command to her voice that turned me into jelly.
I leaned forward and took her into my mouth. She wasn?t huge, but she
was bigger than I was. I swirled my tongue and I bobbed my head. My eyes
were wild, darting around, looking for a place to run.
I sucked her. I licked her. I nuzzled her balls. Back and forth, and up
and down, and in and out. I was her cocksucker.
JoJo reached onto her nightstand. She picked up a vibrator. ?I brought
this in case you didn?t have anything left for later,? she said. ?Again,
it was meant so you could fuck my ass. Instead, I?m going to fuck
yours.?
?No...? I said
But she twirled me around. Her anger had given her strength. And she
took me as I lay on te edge of the bed. It was savage. It was violent.
And, before it was done, it was delicious.
This wasn?t me. I?m not someone who enjoys women?s clothing, not like
JoJo. But she took our her rage on me, and all I could do was to
withstand the storm.
This is how I lost my virginity. Not with my penis, but with my
mouth...and my ass. Tears filled my eyes, but I was determined not to
cry.
She dressed hastily. She walked into the night, slamming the hotel door.
And I was alone.
* *
We avoided each other for a weeks afterward. JoJo would see me, and she
would turn and walk the other way because of her shame. I wouldn?t chase
her because of mine.
I felt cold. I felt alone.
Carrie brokered the peace between us. She told JoJo it had been her idea
for me to kiss her cock. Her father told her it was his idea to put me
in a cage to protect her.
Carrie brought her to the library one day. She slid into a seat in front
of me. I looked away, then back to her.
?How are you?? JoJo said.
?I?m...recovering,? I said.
?I got pretty pissed off, huh?? she said. ?Hell hath no fury...?
?Yeah,? I said. ?It was a night to forget.?
?I?m sorry,? she said. ?I turned into Earl.?
I smiled. Shrugged.
?I talked to my mom,? JoJo said. ?I got your key from my father. I
brought it to you.?
?Thank you,? I said. ?I was going to the doctor Friday to have it cut
off. This will be easier.?
?Clay, mom agrees that my body is mine. I can do what I want, with whom
I want.?
?JoJo, I?m glad for you. Maybe you won?t put your next boyfriend in a
nightgown.?
She grinned. ?You were cute,? she said.
?I didn?t feel cute,? I said.
?No,? she said. ?I imagine not. Not like that?
We sat there silently, each of us dealing with what went on in the hotel
room.
I looked at her.
?Are we done?? I asked softly.
?Sweetie, we?re just getting started,? she said. ?I love you. Do you
love me enough to forgive me??
?You know I do,? I said.
?Then let?s move forward. We have a lot to learn about each other.?
I looked up at her. She seemed more mature somehow. Stronger. More
decisive.
?I love you,? I said. ?Even this side of you.?
?Clay,? she said. ?I might want to do that control thing again. I mean,
properly this time. But we?re young, and we?e developing into the adults
we want to be. I?m going to need my boyfriend. And my girlfriend.?
She took my hand. We walked away from the pain, and toward a better
tomorrow. Maybe it would be okay.
Copyright, Cassandra Morgan
Wynona
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