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Comforting the Brothers (Part 2) After my first venture out it to the real world with Sally, I knew I would have to do that again. For the next six or so months she would visit every time my shift schedule resulted in the whole weekend off. We would spend the day shopping, having lunch, getting our nails done, etc. and in the evening go out for dinner and maybe a club. I was also now shaving my legs and underarms pretty much full time. My eyebrows had gotten thinner and were more shaped and eventually I even pierced my ears. The guys at work had noticed my legs and I passed that off by saying I had taken up swimming and biking for exercise. When I got my ears pierced and my hair started to grow out I told them I was going through a hippie phase. When they noticed how neat my fingers nails were, I put their taunts off as them being a bunch of old men and that younger women liked it. I told them they might get more attention if they took care of their grooming more. The truth was I hadn't been on a date with a woman in easily a year plus. When Sally and I would go out we had started to check out men together. We had even had a few buy us drinks when we went out and I did a little flirting. I was really nervous when it happened but confessed to my sister that it felt amazing to have a man find me attractive as a woman. Sally was awesome during all this, her support of me allowed me to be braver than I ever would have been on my own. Without her encouragement I would probably still be just dressing up in my condo when I had the chance. I was wearing panties pretty much all of the time I wasn't at work and I started to wear A cup bralettes or camisoles under my tops. Because of her I was probably spending most of my time dressed in either women's clothes or something that was more unisex. I had bought several pairs of women's jeans, that could barely pass as men's if they were not looked at too closely. Worn with a woman's polo top or unisex t shirt, and my longer hair and I definitely looked androgynous. With just took a touch of makeup and I was a girl. Of course, pushing the edges like this would eventually catch up with me. The first person to call me on it was one of my condo neighbors. Christine lived on the floor below me. We weren't close but would say hi as we passed and comment occasionally on the weather. I wasn't sure exactly how old she was but figured she was just about thirty maybe a year or two to either side of that. She wasn't a head turner, but she wasn't unattractive, but I rarely saw her with a date. One afternoon we had both pulled into the parking lot at the same time. I was coming back from visiting my parents, my dad's health had really taken a downturn and my mind was focused on that. She was taking grocery bags out of her back seat and it was obvious that she had more bags than her hands could handle in a single trip. "Hey Christine. Need some help?" I offered, thankful for the opportunity to think about something besides my dad. "Oh, sure, if you are offering." She stepped back from the door of her car to allow me to lean in and grab the bags on the back seat. When I stood up with the groceries in my hands, I saw a look on her face that was hard to describe. It was like her eyes showed surprise, but the smile on her face was one of maybe amusement. We headed into our condo building, her unit was on the first floor and mine was the on second floor above her. She opened the door and I followed her into the kitchen to drop off the bags. "Hope you have a great afternoon," I said turning to walk out. Just as I got to the door I heard, "Umm, Landon, can I ask you something?" I turned back towards her and could see she was nervous but replied, "Sure." "So, no judgement or anything, I guess just curious and it really isn't any of my business, but maybe you want people to notice and ask or something?" It was obvious she was wasn't comfortable with what she was going to ask. "Okay, so what is the question?" I was now nervous even though that I sensed the general idea of what she was going to ask. "Are you, I don't know, look I saw the top of your panties when reached into the car for my groceries and your shirt, when it went tight across your back I could see the outline of a bra. Those jeans are women's, aren't they? And the shirt, that is a woman's shirt also." I could feel blood rushing to my face and my heart was now racing but I quickly decided to go with humor as a response. "So that was more of a statement, or actually statements, than a question. As an English teacher I would think you would know the difference." I smiled broadly at her. "There was one question in there, and the answer to it is yes, they are women's jeans." She laughed at my comment about her being an English teacher and her smile afterwards made me feel like she was okay with what I was wearing. Still, my heart was beating really fast and I was very nervous. "Sorry you are right, those were statements. I guess I am asking is, are you trying to make some kind of statement with what you are wearing?" She kept her smile. It was an interesting question, was I doing that? "I don't know. I just know that I like wearing these things, something about it feels right." "And the longer hair, the pierced ears, you shaped your eyebrows also it looks like, all of that feels right?" she questioned me. "Yes." "Well then good for you. Are you planning on going any farther with all this?" I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but I responded, "Further? Um... sometimes I do wear dresses, heels, makeup." I figured the cat was out of the bag so why not spill all the beans. She laughed. "So, I just put something together. I used to hear someone in your condo walking around in heels all the time. That was you wasn't it? Over the last six, eight months or so that has become a lot rarer." "Yes, it was me." I looked down at the ground as I said it. "Why have you pretty much stopped? I bet you look great in a dress in heels." Again, I decided to be honest. "My sister found out I liked wearing girl's stuff and now she takes me out into the real world when I am dressed up. I don't hide in my condo anymore." "Oh, that is wonderful. I am really happy for you. Your sister sounds awesome." "Thanks, she is." I smiled at her. She had been putting her groceries away as we talked and was now holding a bottle of wine in her hand. She asked if I would like to stay and have a glass and I agreed. We spent the next hour, or however long it took for us to finish off that bottle, chatting and by the time the bottle was empty we had become friends and not just neighbors. She asked about my history with wearing girl's clothes, we talked about my wardrobe, I told her as a girl I prefer to be called Lana. We talked about her love life. She had been engaged to a man she found out was sleeping with not one but two of her friends and since then had been cautious about dating again. She had grown up in the Midwest but went to the same college my sister went to and stayed in the area after graduating. She had a brother, who was going to be discharged from the army in a few months, who was a couple years younger than her but no other real family, her parents had passed away last year. By the time we had finished the second glass of wine we were laughing and giggling like we had been best friends forever. She wanted to go out shopping together and to go out with me and Sally on our next girl's night out. She even joked about setting me up for a date with her brother. I asked if her brother was gay and she meant a date with Landon, or did she want to set him up on a date with Lana. "Truly I am not sure. I think he may be bi, we haven't really talked to each other about our dating or sex lives. How about you? Would you rather go out with him as Landon or Lana?" She raised her eyebrow. "I haven't even seen what he looks like or met him so I don't know if would want to date him but.... Lana has never been on a date and I think that I would love to experience that," I responded shyly. "And Lana is interested in guys?" "Yes, definitely. Honestly, I have dated women, even had a few relationships with them but more and more I find myself attracted to men." I stared at my wine glass as I said it but did look up and smile to say, "Is your brother cute?" She laughed and told me yes. We continued to chat until all the wine was gone and I decided it was time to go. When I went to leave, she gave me a nice hug and thanked her for a pleasant evening and hoped that we could do this again. She also made me promise that she could go out with us the next time Sally was here. The second person to call me out on it was more dramatic and happened just over a month later. I had been out doing some errands and had chosen to edge more to girly than androgyny. It was a warmer spring day, and I was wearing a pair of women's khaki shorts, shorter than a man's pair and tight through the groin which was kept flat with a tight thong holding things tucked back. A lavender three-quarter sleeve, V neck top covered my bralette. I was wearing flip flops and a close inspection would show a light pink nail polish. I was extra brave and put on a light coat of mascara with a touch of light pink lip gloss, along with fluffing my hair up a little which gave it a more feminine appearance. While I was out my mom called. She was in a panic; she had forgotten to pick up my dads medications and wanted to know if I could do it. The home care nurse was coming this afternoon and she needed to be there to let her in and couldn't go herself. My dad at this point was pretty much bed ridden and would soon be going into hospice. I stumbled through some excuses on why I couldn't do it right this minute and with everyone I gave her, she got more emotional and upset. I finally told her I would pick them up, which I did, and drop them off quickly but would not be able to stay. I was hoping that she wouldn't have the time to really look at what I was wearing. My confidence in this plan decreased the closer I got to her house. She called me again five minutes after the last call, she was still panicked and worried about me bringing the medications. I knew that I had to take the medications directly to her. Pulling in the driveway I had the same feeling I always did when I saw my childhood home, a sense of security and a memory of comfortable and enjoyable childhood. I knew I was lucky to grow up with a roof over my head, food on my table, and family that the loved and took care of me. This was quickly being overtaken by nerves as I wondered what my mom would notice when she saw me. I glanced quickly in the mirror and my efforts with the napkin had removed most of the lip gloss. I had brushed my hair, so it laid flatter on my head. I had no way to remove the mascara but convinced myself you had to really look hard to notice it. Getting out of the car I looked down at me shorts and made a futile effort to pull the cloth on them, in an attempt to make them longer or cover more of my legs. Walking toward the door my eyes travelled to my toes and while obvious they had polish on them it wasn't like it was bright red and jumped out at you. I arrived at the front door, took a deep breath, knocked loudly and stepped just inside. My mom stepped out from the kitchen and smiled as she saw me. She moved toward me. "Oh, Landon thank you so much. You are a life saver." It appeared she slowed just a little as she got closer and I felt that her eyes were travelling over me and taking in what she was seeing. "Hi mom, I am sorry I can't stay. I promised some friends I would meet them at the gym, and I am already running a little late." She was now next to me and pulled me into a hug which I returned. It was at this point I also realized I had used my Lana shampoo, conditioner, and deodorant before going out and just a dab of perfume behind me ears. As I started to panic about that I felt her hand run over my bralette and my heart rate immediately raced. She stepped back and held my hands in hers and looked closely at me. "I won't hold you up. Thanks again for bringing his meds." She took a deep breath, smiled, then continued. "You look lovely dear. Can you call me later?" "Thanks. Uh, sure. Sorry I can't stay now." Driving home I ran her comments over in my mind. "You look lovely dear." Has she ever said lovely to me before? I tried to remember her face as she said it. Was there a look of surprise, anger, disappointment? It had seemed neutral and with an even a small smile on her lips. She wanted me to call her later. What is later, this afternoon, or this evening, tomorrow? As soon as I entered my condo I texted Sally- I am pretty sure I just got caught as Lana by Mom. I had enough time to pour myself a very large glass of wine and drank about half of it when Sally responded. What? How? What Happened? How did she take it? Are you okay? Her last question of, "Are you okay?" touched my heart and I felt myself get emotional. I realized that since Sally had found out Lana she had gone from my little sister, who I liked but wasn't really close with, to my best friend. With tears in my eyes I texted her back and ran through what had happened. Oh Lana, I am sorry. Are you going to call her tonight? Are you going to tell her everything? Do you want me there with you when you call her? More tears poured out when she offered to be here with me when I called- Yes, I will call her tonight. Pretty sure I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if I didn't. Thanks for offering to be here but I will be fine, I am sure. I added a smiling emoji and blushing emoji which projected more confidence than I actually had. She responded- Okay, good luck, let me know how it goes. Love you Sis! She added a bunch of hearts at the end. Again, tears poured out as I read, "Love you Sis!" We really were sisters now. I could not remember the last time Sally had seen me as or interacted with me as Landon. I didn't know at the time but my phone call that night with my mom would be life altering. ************************* We had finished our toast and there was a silence around the table. I think something about the toast made us all realize it was real, that we had lost three of our brother firefighters. Multiple firefighters dying at a fire isn't that unusual. Sometimes it is a large group, obviously the 343 firefighters on 9/11, but also nine in a fire in Charleston, nine in a fire in Boston, six in a fire in New York, six in a fire Worcester, we were all well aware of these events. What shook us with this was that it was our best firefighters who were lost. Captain Tyler was a legend, he was what all the other firefighters aspired to be, if it could happen to him than it could happen to any of us. I think we weren't just sad because of the loss, but I believe we were sad because we had lost some of our innocence and faced the knowledge of the risk being real and being so close to home. "What happened?" I asked. I had heard some stories, but I wanted to hear it from the guys that were there. There was a silence as Big Joe, Smitty, and Sean exchanged looks between each other. Their eye contact was a question of first, are we ready to talk about this and then who was going to tell the story. After a long sigh Big Joe spoke. "It seemed like it was going to be routine. A house fire in the Brambletons." The Brambletons was our most upscale neighborhood, filled with newly built McMansions as we liked to call them. They were 8000 square feet homes with wide open floor plans, built with cheap lumber and using geometry to keep them together. Big Joe continued. "We were returning from another run, so we had a jump on everyone since we were up and on the road. We got there just as Engine 4 arrived. There was fire coming from the kitchen windows on the back of the house. A decent amount of black smoke pushing out from all over the house." The mention of Engine 4 caused them all to look at me. That was the company I was now assigned to, or in my mind banished to, after I was allowed to return to duty. I wasn't even on the same shift as I was on before, so I wasn't working on the night of the fire. Engine 4 was generally considered to be the easiest assignment in the department because the neighborhoods it served were all upper class. Most of the calls were for medical runs, false alarms, and minor fender bender accidents between Mercedes and BMWs. "Because it was the middle of the night, we thought there was a chance someone might still be inside, so we went to work quickly," Big Joe said. "Yea, to fucking quickly. They got in and started the search way before the engine started to put water on the fire. The fire took off and basically caught all three of them on the stairs going to the second floor. They never had a chance," Smitty interjected. Yep, never had a chance, especially when you have a bunch of zeros backing you up and responsible for getting water on the fire," Sean said angrily. "Zeros, you mean cowards don't you, there wasn't one set of balls on that engine that night." Smitty bowed his head down as he said that. Right after he said that they all suddenly looked at me sheepishly. At this point I thought it might be worth taking a small chance and throwing some humor into the situation. "Sorry, I wasn't working that night, although I am not sure I would have been able to help with getting a big set of balls on the engine, I would have made sure the line got in place to protect them." I had emphasized the word big before balls and smiled as I said it. I saw mostly wide eyes and realized that my attempt at humor had failed. Gallows humor was a staple in the fire house, and it was helped get through moments like this. I reached for the bottle of Jameson and poured myself another shot. I looked around at the others to see if they wanted one and got nods of yes from each of them. Of course, it was Sean who asked the obvious. "You had your balls cut off? Jesus. Did you get everything else cut off also?" I drank my shot and took a minute deciding if I should answer. I had not had any thing cut off, yet, but the hormone therapy I had been on the past year and half had changed, let's just say, things. I had softer skin, fuller, longer hair, wider hips and nice rounded ass. Plus, my panties fit better in the front because the stuff there was much smaller than it used to be. I did have breast augmentation done to give the work the hormones had done on my chest a little help. The result of that was a nice pair of 38C cup tits. I was proud of them. When I first realized and accepted that I was transgender, I had planned to have gender confirmation surgery. I had planned to do it all at once, breast augmentation and bottom surgery/vangoplasty but I wasn't willing to go into deep dept to have the full genital surgery, plus I didn't have enough leave for the recovery time it would take for that. I now wasn't sure if that was necessary for me to feel like the woman, that I know I am, but it was still a possibility. I realized that after Sean's comment the room had gotten quiet and that everyone was looking at me, eagerly waiting to hear my answer. I decided to try another shot at humor. "Sean, is that your way of asking to check out what is in my panties?" I smiled and batted my eye lashes at him. He blushed and offered a stuttering, "What, no, you were the one that said you couldn't help in the balls department. I was just taking your comment seriously, plus you were out on medical and then light duty for a long time." "Relax, I am teasing you." I put my hand on his forearm and I notice he and the others seemed to focus their eyes on the contrast of my nails on his dark blue uniform sleeve. "Do you really want to know?" "Kind of, yea." He looked down at the table seemingly ashamed of his answer. I also saw Smitty nodding his head in an affirmative motion. Normally I would have replied with a it is none of your fucking business but I am not sure if it was drinks I had thrown back, or if it was because I felt like the guys at the table deserved to know. Maybe it was because I still got angry when I thought about what the department had done to me when I came out as transgendered. I decided that I would answer honestly. "Most of the changes you can see are from the hormones I take every day, genetics, and exercise. For example, these fantastic hips and ass." I had stood up and turned my butt towards the table while pulling up the outer blouse of uniform. "That is a gift partly from my mom, with help from the hormones, and hours at the gym." Everyone of them was staring at my butt and I felt a small thrill run through me. I was also thankful that I chosen a uniform skirt that fit perfectly. Pulling my hat off my head, I reached up and pulled the bobby pins out of my bun, and let the hair fall down on my shoulders and gave my head a good shake. "This hair is from the hormones and expensive shampoos and conditioners, not that cheap shit you men use." I had emphasized you men and caught a smirk or two from them. "My amazing legs are all genetics and exercise. Helped a little by these great heels." Again, I did a small turn, kicked up one leg, and then sitting down again slowly crossing my legs, making sure my skirt rode up as far as possible. No one had said anything yet, but I could see their faces had flushed and reddened. I began to slowly unbutton my outer blouse and when I got to the last button, I pushed my chest forward as I shrugged out it. The white uniform shirt under it was tight across my chest, it was probably too tight, and I should have been wearing a size larger. The other thing I should have done was worn a white bra instead of the black one I had on, with its large amount of lace, that was easily visible through the white cloth. My outer uniform blouse had hid it before. It was my favorite bra, it made my breasts look great and the color and lace made me feel like a sexy and desirable woman, something that I still struggled with most of time. I think my therapist would love to spend an hour with me on why, as I was getting dressed this morning, to go to a funeral, I choose to wear something that would make me feel that way. I am not sure I could answer that right now, but I kept going and removed the tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. I leaned forward knowing that ample cleavage along with plenty of lacy bra was visible to everyone as I said. "These perfect and awesome tits are from the hormones with some help from a gifted plastic surgeon." I looked around and saw that everyone of them was staring at my boobs and I heard at least one gasp from the group. It was obvious that I had everyone's attention. I was a little worried what I would say next would ruin what it felt like I had accomplished so far but I went ahead. "As far as what is in my panties, which are a very lacy thong that matches my bra by the way. I haven't had any surgery down there and nothing has been cut off me. Although as a result of all the hormones, nothing looks anything like it did the last time any of you saw me in the shower, and nothing works like it used to. Plus, my panties fit really well, would you like to see?" My ear to ear smile was covering up my nervousness. The fact was everything I said was true. The hormones had caused everything down there to shrink considerably and just a little tape kept everything nicely tucked back and away while forcing me to sit when I peed. I didn't get hard anymore, but I was able to get aroused and even orgasm with the right stimulation. Currently I could tell my panties were getting a little wet from the precum that had dribbled out because of this conversation. While no one directly responded to my offer to show them my panties I did see in their faces that at least Sean and Smitty considered saying yes. Big Joe just smiled, I think he knew what I was doing, and his smile made me feel comfortable. He was the only one, of anyone at this table, that I was worried about offending. "The primary reason I was off for so long was after I was kicked out of this company for being true to myself, and just being me, was that the brass at HQ was scared of what to do with me. So, they sent me to admin where I was out of sight and out of mind for the most part. I spent six months pushing papers around, forced to work with the guys on light duty, along with the real sissies in the department, the ones to scared to go into a burning building so they seek a transfer to communications, inspections or health and safety." I was angry now and it felt good to get this all out in the open. They all rocked back, and I noticed that Sean and Smitty were back to looking at my face and not my cleavage and boobs. I kept going. "I did make some great girlfriends with secretaries and they welcomed me as a woman so that was a positive, and I did have my breast surgery during it." They all took another quick glance at my chest. "But everyday there I knew I should be on that rig upstairs, I had earned that right, just because I like pretty things and want to look cute instead of rugged doesn't mean I shouldn't be here." There was still silence. I reached for the bourbon bottle and poured another shot. "So here is a personal toast to Captain Stanley who had a big enough dick and balls to reach out and ask me to come back on the streets on Engine 4. At least someone in this department was man enough to not be threatened by me." I raised the glass up and took the shot. I saw Big Joe reach for the bottle and pour a shot, then Sean, and then Smitty. Big Joe raised his glass. "To Captain Stanley." "To Captain Stanley!" The other followed his lead and raised their glasses and took a shot. Suddenly my eyes filled with tears and I went from angry, to an emotion I couldn't really describe but I knew if I didn't get my tears under control my make up would be in serious trouble. "You assholes," I said with a smile as I reached in my purse for some tissues and dabbed my eyes. "You are going to make me ruin my make up." Deciding I liked the feeling of power I had earlier in this conversation better than this, I said, "These fucking hormones, one minute you are fine, then you angry or crying with joy, and then suddenly you are craving a big dick." I had hopped that the last part of comment would have made them both look at me as a desirable woman, like they had been just a little earlier, and at the same time laugh. The desirable woman part definitely happened, but I didn't hear any laughter. When I heard the next comment, I was pretty sure I might have gone a step to far. "By my count you should be at the craving a big dick part of your emotions now, I am sure more than one of us at this table would be glad to help you with that Lana!" Smitty said with a look of pure desire on his on face. ************** Review Stopped here. I had been staring at the clock all afternoon and evening waiting for what I thought would be a good time to call my mom. I knew that she finished her evening routine with my dad of feeding him, giving him his meds, and making sure he was ready for the night around seven, so I was planning on waiting until seven thirty to call. Around seven twenty I poured myself a big glass of wine and hit the speed dial for my mom's cell phone. She answered on about the third ring. "Hey sweetie. I was hoping you hadn't forgot my request to call me." Like I could have forgotten that after earlier today. "Hi mom. How are you? How is dad this evening?" "I am okay. Your dad is the same, but the nurse today said we will probably be moving to Hospice care next week. But the reason I wanted you to call was to ask how you are? Is everything okay with you? Do you need to or want to tell me anything?" I took in a big gulp of wine and debated how to answer. It was obvious she knew something. The question was who was going to start the conversation. "Landon, are you still there?" "Yes, Mom. Still here." I took a deep breath and thought, might as well just dive in. "Mom, is the reason you are asking because of what I was wearing today?" "Well that is part of it, but you have been wearing stuff, kind of like that, for about a year now. It just seems like it is a little more each time. And today I noticed some mascara and polish on your toenails, didn't I? I just want to know how far it is going to go, will I be seeing you in skirts and dresses at some point?" We definitely weren't beating around the bush were we. I took another big swig of wine and went all in with the answer of. "Yes, probably." What shocked me was her reply. "I am so happy you are finally being you; I am sad it took this long." The next two hours were spent with me telling her how I had gotten to this point, how Sally had been so helpful, and what I had experienced over the past year. In return she told me that she knew I used to get into her stuff. There was slight admonishment for doing that, and especially for, as she termed it, borrowing her underthings. She told me she saw how much more comfortable I was around girls compared to boys and how I saw things and dealt with things was always more feminine than masculine. I asked if dad knew any of this. Her response was she never talked to him about it, but he had to have seen some things, it was just too obvious. When I asked her opinion of what she thought his reaction would be if he saw me in dress. She said that he would love me no matter what but thought, that because the end was near, maybe we could wait a while longer before I showed up there dressed like that. The life altering part of the conversation was when my mom asked if, just wearing the clothing and having the chance to dress as girl was enough for me, or did I need more. It would be a lie to say I had never wondered about living my life completely as a woman. I normally dismissed it quickly and convinced myself that what I was doing right now was enough. I told her I thought so, but for the first time I realized I was pretty much lying to myself. She told me she would support me no matter what I did. The conversation, for now, was concluding and she ended it by asking me what I called myself when I was all dressed up and I told her. "Good night Lana, it was wonderful to finally talk to you. I love you." I think she was able to hear me say good night and I love you too, through the sobbing that was pouring out of me. I sent my sister a quick text before going to bed- Mom knows, she was wonderful, tell you more the next time we talk. Love ya Sis. She quickly responded back- Wonderful news. Love you Sis. The following week my dad passed away. The fire department and my mom did a great job of making sure he was remembered the way he deserved. Of course, I spent most of the days leading up to the funeral, and the week after with my mom. In that entire time, we never talked about Lana and I was digging deep in my dresser to find the most masculine clothes I owned when I wasn't wearing my dress uniform for the viewings, memorial and the burial service. About two weeks later we were packing up the last of dad's things and she turned to me and said, "On Saturday I want to have dinner here with my daughter's. Sally has already said she will be here, so I want Lana here also." "Are you sure?" I looked at her wide eyed. "Yes, and I want in her in all her glory, dress or skirt, heels, full makeup, I want to see if she is as pretty as Sally tells me she is." I said Lana would be there and my ego got a little boost at hearing that Sally had told her I was pretty. The following Saturday I put on my new favorite dress. It was a lace Coral Pink sleeveless dress with a full neck and the shoulder straps were wide. That did two things, first, I didn't have to worry about cleavage. I had been doing things with breast forms and tape that would hint at cleavage but I always worried that it didn't look right. The wider sleeves helped hide my slightly wider shoulders and larger upper arms. I was very careful when working out to not build to much muscle there, but my arms were larger than most girls with my body size. I was glad to see that more women were developing their arms as part of their fitness routines and that hopefully that more muscular arms, especially biceps, wouldn't stand out as much anymore. The dress fit pretty tight, so I was forced to wear my hip shaper panties. They added just a small, but needed curve, through my hips so the dress would sit right. I was lucky, or it was the result of my work out routine, but my butt, for a man had a pretty nice shape to it. The dress was just a little longer than mid-thigh but that was good since my legs were definitely my best feature. Sally always said how jealous she was of my legs. I wasn't really happy with my hair. While I had grown it out it wasn't really styled or cut for a woman's look. Usually I just put it up in a high ponytail when I went out. Today I had used a curling iron and hair dryer to give it more body and wave. Sally and I had been playing with different ideas and this was the best we had come up with so far. I had done my nails to match my dress. I wished they were a little longer, but I had pushed the androgyny envelope so much at work, I didn't want to push it further. I had chosen slighter larger gold hoop earrings and went heavier on the make up than normal, especially the mascara. Slipping on a pair of nude four inch closed toed pump heels to complete the outfit, I was very happy with how I looked in the mirror. I had just finished putting a few things in my purse when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it to find Sally standing there. "Wow, you look fucking great Sis!" Her eyes and smile confirmed she meant that. "I think I may be underdressed." "Thank you and this isn't your debut to mom so that sundress and sandals will do just fine," I replied. "Are you ready? Need to pee really quick or anything? Thanks for picking me up." "Nope, you're welcome. Let's go." As we made it down the stairs I saw my neighbor Christine walking to the front of the condo building. Just behind her was a man carrying a couple of grocery bags. He looked to be a couple of inches over six feet tall with close cropped hair and a full, longer, beard that a lot of ex-military men seem to be wearing these days. He had a trim waist and both the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing fit him well. I also saw that his left arm was covered with a sleeve tattoo. "Hey Lana, how are you? Wow, you look fantastic. Special occasion?" Christine's eyes went up and down me as she spoke. "Oh, hey Sally, nice to see you again. You look good also." We had all stopped and were standing on the sidewalk now. My eyes were drawn to the man with her. She hadn't mentioned a new guy she was seeing. "Thank you, and we are having dinner with mom this evening," I responded. "Oh, I forgot that is tonight. Good luck! I know she is going to impressed when she sees you. You really look fantastic." Christine and I had become fairly close friends since I had outed myself to her. She had actually accompanied Sally and I on a couple of girl's day/night outings. I had told her about what happened with Mom and her request to meet Lana. Sally and I were both looking at the man standing quietly and patiently behind her and she noticed. "Wow, sorry, bad manners. Lana and Sally this is my brother Mark. Mark this is my neighbor Lana and her sister Sally." He stepped forward and gave a quick greeting to Sally first. "Nice to meet you Sally." Adding a head nod. Then he turned towards me. "Nice to meet you Lana. Christine had told me a lot about her neighbor and new friend. She said you were pretty, but she didn't give you enough credit. You are beautiful." His eyes were looking right into mine as he said that, and they showed his sincerity in his statement. He flashed a big smile and I saw his blazing white and perfect teeth. I was trying to get my brain to stop racing and make some type of reply. "Uh, thank you. She has told me a lot about you also. It is great to finally meet you." I was a little surprised I got that out, I was definitely flustered. Sally jumped in. "Nice to meet you Mark. My beautiful sister and I need get going so we won't be late. Come on Lana." And she moved towards her car. "Hope to see you again soon," Mark said looking directly at me. My bye was mixed in with Christine saying bye to both us and another good luck wish. I found myself focusing on my steps, something I really didn't need to do, even in my tallest heels, to make sure I didn't trip and fall. I got to the car and opened the door and slide in with all the feminine grace I could muster while my eyes never left Marks. I heard Sally giggling as the car door closed. She started the car and backed out turning to me. "You could have cut the sexual tension there with a knife. I think my panties are damp and he barely acknowledged me. That man wants you and he is fucking hot." I laughed. "I don't know about the sexual tension and wanting me, but you are right, he is fucking hot!" The drive to mom's took about 20 minutes and Sally and I chatted about life in general. Her work was going well, and she enjoyed being a nurse. There was no man in her life currently and she was okay with that. Just as we pulled up at mom's my phone vibrated with a text from Christine- Mark hasn't stopped talking about you since you left. Any chance we could all meet for brunch tomorrow at Spot Light Caf?? I asked Sally if she was free tomorrow for brunch and she said she was plus she wouldn't want to miss seeing Mark and I interacting. So, I texted Christine back and told her we would meet her at 11:00. Mom opened the door as we walked up, she must have been watching for us. Her first greeting as we made our way across the walk was, "Hi girls." So simple, it filled my heart with warmth. Sally stepped in first and she told her she looked lovely after a warm hug. I stepped in next and she reached out for hands and took them in hers as she smiled and looked at me up down, twice. Her smile grew wider and she said, "Sally was right, you are simply beautiful Lana. It so wonderful to see you in person." She pulled me into a hug, because of my heels I was several inches taller than her and her head rested on my shoulder as she held me tight and I could feel the love and acceptance she had for me. "Thank you. Mom, we need to stop this hug, or my makeup will be ruined." Tears were filling my eyes. We ended up in the living room and mom brought out glasses of wine for us. I noticed her watching me and smiling as I smoothed my dress as I sat on the couch and held my legs close together and drawn up against it. She told us that there was a lasagna in the oven that would be ready in about an hour. The next hour was spent with Sally and I telling mom everything about Lana's life for the past year. She had lots of questions. We laughed a lot at some of the experiences and the trials I had gone through. Sally got a little emotional when I told my mom that I had never felt as close to anyone in my life as I had the last year to Sally. Things got a little awkward during dinner though. Sally mentioned our brunch plans for tomorrow and told mom about Mark. "So, your also gay?" Mom asked the look on her face had changed a little at that question. "No, I don't think so, but when I am dressed like this I do like the attention of men. It feels like it confirms that I am woman," I tentatively responded. "So, you just like the attention. You don't want to have a physical encounter with a man?" She had cocked an eyebrow as she asked that. Sally and I had talked about this, a lot. I had been hit on numerous times when were out and I had never encouraged more than some dancing with men and even that was rare. The reality though, was that it was more fear of rejection when they would discover I wasn't really a man, than it was a lack of desire. I decided I had to be honest with her. "I would like to have a physical relationship with a man, but only if he treated me as a woman. So far I have been to scared of the response when they found out to do anything." "Oh, please be careful Lana. I totally support whatever you want, or need to do, or be, but I do worry. So many people like you get treated awfully and terrible things can happen. Have you thought about what would happen if people in department found out?" I could see genuine worry, concern, and empathy in her face. "I will. Besides Sally if very protective," I replied smiling as Sally as she nodded in the affirmative. I chose not to answer her question about what would happen if people in the fire department found out because I knew, and it scared the hell out of me. What I didn't realize was that in less than twenty-four hours I would have the answer to my mom's last question. I was also glad that I had come out to my mother, so she wasn't shocked as the word got out. I was even happier that my father was spared the embarrassment, that I know he would have felt, as his firefighter son was exposed as being transgendered. Sally had come back to my condo and stayed the night. On drive back and before we went to bed, we had talked about wonderful mom was, how good it felt to not have to keep this secret from her, and how nervous I was about tomorrow. While it wasn't technically a date it definitely felt like it was the set up to a potential future date. Mark had said that Christine had told him all about me, but I wasn't sure if that meant everything. I was the first one up in the morning and put on some coffee. I had just poured us both a cup when she stepped out of the guest room. "Morning Sis. Excited about brunch? Picked out what you are going to wear? Umm, have something I could borrow? I would prefer not to run home beforehand." "Yes, no, probably. Here you go Here you go," I replied handing her cup. "Let's go dig through my closet." We went into my room and Sally looked around. It had probably changed some since the last time she was in here. It seemed like over time it had become more of girls room than a boys. I was even thinking about painting the walls a light pink instead of the white they currently were. "It looks nice in here." She smiled as I opened the closet. "Thanks." I said over my shoulder as I pulled out a bright flowery sun dress. "What do you think about this?" "Hold it up." I did and she nodded yes. I moved out her way and laid it on the bed as she stepped over to the closet. "So much better than the last time I went through this. This is a woman's closet not a crossdressers." She pulled out a couple of different sundresses and then picked one for herself. We both retreated to our showers and forty-five minutes later we were in the living room getting ready to head to brunch. Sally drove which gave me the chance to text Christine that we were on our way and to ask if Mark knew everything. Her reply was that he knew I was a beautiful woman, and she was pretty much tired of hearing about it. As I was typing a response she texted again with a simple yes and doesn't care. That was great to hear but did nothing for my butterflies. They were waiting for us out front and as we went to check in Christine and Sally fell in together and I end up next to Mark. I was wearing a pair of white strapped flat sandals, having ruled out a pair wedge sandals. In flats he was easily six or more inches taller than I was and I liked that. He was wearing a polo shirt and khakis and looked fantastic. The conversation during brunch was light. Sally and I passed on that dinner with our mom had gone really well and that we were both happy about that. I knew Christine knew what that meant, and I got a feeling, based on his smile, and comment he was glad to hear that, that Mark knew what it meant also. Mark told us the reason he was visiting was that he was thinking of moving to the area now that he had left the Army. Sally, Christine, and Mark all smiled at me as he said that. It was a fun, pleasant, and comfortable conversation that ended in a nightmare. I needed to pee. I had finally gotten comfortable in using the lady's room in public, but it still caused a little bit of nerves. As I got up Sally said she needed to go also, and we headed in together. After quickly doing our business we stopped at the mirror for a quick peak at our makeup. I wondered if I should have gone a little heavier. I had basically done a little mascara, some very light eye shadow and almost lighter lipstick. I stepped out first with Sally right behind me. The restroom was in a small alcove with the lady's on one side and the men's on the other. As we came out to my horror, I saw Josh Martin, a firefighter I had worked on the Rescue before he got promoted, entering the alcove heading to the men's room. At first, I thought he didn't see me but when he stopped, he starred right at me and then looked at Sally I knew I was caught. I wasn't sure if it was because my makeup was very light or that because Sally was with me and Josh had seen her, even hit on her a little at some of the recent services for dad but he easily recognized me. "What the fuck Landon!" He almost screamed it. I couldn't respond. I felt paralyzed. I wasn't sure if I was breathing. I just stared forward. "Relax, Josh. Maybe we could all step outside really quick and talk," I heard Sally's voice and saw that she had stepped up and was pleading with her eyes at Josh. Sally of course knew him from the services last month when he had hit on her. She wasn't interested in him, and had let him down gently, but I could also sense some anger from that. "What is there to talk about. Obviously, your brother is some kind of fucking trannie. What the fuck?" Again, he said this way louder than it needed to be said. "Please Josh." She reached out and put her hand on his arm. The loudness of his voice had attracted a lot of attention and I suddenly saw both Christine and Mark standing near us. Josh yanked his arm from Sally's grasp. "Jesus, you just came out of the women's room you perverted fuck. You are fucking sick. I can't believe I worked with someone like you." His face was red, spittle was flying, and voice was getting louder. Mark stepped forward. He was slightly larger than Josh and Josh's eyes widen a little as he sensed a possible threat. At the same time Christine had wrapped an arm around me. "Hey man, calm down. Let's step outside really quick and all chat for a minute," Mark said calmly. Even through my fear, it wasn't lost on me that Sally and Mark were stepping in to help and protect me, and Christine was trying to console me. I was still terrified, but I also had felt some other emotion I couldn't describe, but it gave me some comfort. "Fuck off man. Who the fuck are you? Are you with the fucking trannie? Are you a pervert also?" Christine was using her arm to steer me away from the conversation. I heard Mark again plead with him to calm down and step outside. Sally repeated the request. "He Landon you sucking this guy dick while you are all dolled up you fucking sissy?" He shouted that at me as I was being turned away from him by Christine. I turned around and as I did, I saw Mark reach out and grab a handful of Josh's shirt, the look on his face was furious. Josh's eyes suddenly widened in surprise and in recognition that he was in danger. Sally lunged toward Mark as his arm pulled back, but she was to slow to stop him as his fist came flying through the air and landed on Josh's check and jaw driving him to the ground. I remember the gasps of the other's in the restaurant. I remember Sally steering Mark away and Christine pulling me closer to her and moving me away. Josh was laying on the ground yelling things at me and Mark. I don't remember leaving the restaurant or the drive home or even arriving home. The rest of the day I spent laying on my bed. Sally had called my mom, who immediately raced over and the two of them tried to comfort me, they brought things for me to eat, drink, and basically treated me like I was sick with the flu. Christine and Mark checked in on me several times. By the time night came, with the help of a lot of wine, and some Benadryl I was able to actually sleep. The next day might have been worse. Several people had taken video of the altercation and it was flying across social media. My phone was constantly vibrating with incoming texts. Some offering support but most, manly from my fellow firefighters, calling me a variety of names. There were a couple, just a couple, that were supportive, they were mostly from female firefighters in the department. The next day I called in sick for work. Then I called in for the shift after that. Captain Tyler called me that afternoon, while never mentioning the incident, he told me that he had recommended to the Assistant Chief that I be transferred off the Rescue Company. That was immediately honored and I was transferred to headquarters. The first couple of months that I was at headquarters I was seen as a pariah. It was obvious that the department was hoping that the pervert who liked to wear women' clothing and had embarrassed them on social media would quit. For some reason that knowledge made me stronger and during my time at headquarters with the help and support of my mom, Sally, Christine, and others, I finally accepted I was transgendered and that I needed to live my life as a woman. Surprisingly, the city's human resource department was great and guided me through what I needed to do. It wasn't all rainbows and unicorns during that almost year time span there, were some dark times, but I survived and came out stronger. **************** After Smitty's comment, that where I was by his count, was at the craving dick part of the effects of the hormones I took, and that more than one person here willing to help me with that, the room went quiet. There was a real tension in the air. I know it was also partly the whiskey I had drank, coupled with the reality that the hormones I was on were messing with my mind and desires, I wasn't angry at what he said. In fact, instead of being angry about what he said, I was turned on. Sean's eye were wide but kept moving to my cleavage that I had chosen to show off to all them earlier minutes earlier. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute Big Joe attempted to break the ice. He stood up and said, "Well, I think before I do anything stupid, I am going to get going." I noticed he twirled his wedding ring with the fingers of his other hand as he said that. I thought of his wife Jenna and was suddenly envious, she was able to share a bed with a man with a wonderful heart and the body of a giant. I knew from the locker room that his giant body was reflected in all of him. Neither Sean nor Smitty moved. They both continued to focus their eyes on me. I stood up and moved to Big Joe and pulled him into a hug. Stepping back, I looked up and said, "Thank you. I won't forget your kindness and compassion today. The world really needs more of you in it. You are one of a kind." I pulled him in for another hug and heard him whisper in my ear to please be careful. I squeezed him a little tighter. His words confirmed that he knew what I was considering doing. He stepped away and went over to Smitty and Sean, and shared a half shoulder bro hug. I was thankful that as a woman I got the full hug deal. He turned smiled at me and made his way to the stairs. The sound of the door closing seemed louder than normal, almost like a starter gun. Maybe it was, and it is signaling the start of the games, that the three of us sensed was getting ready to start. The question that hovered in the air was who would make the next move. Sean looked at me. "Would you like another shot Lana?" I had worked with both men, although I worked with Smitty way more than Sean. Because of that I been in the locker rooms with them and knew what they would like without their clothes and they were each hot in their own way. I also knew a little bit about their personalities, part of me was amused at how each one of them was handling the sexual tension that existed right now. Sean was a little younger than me, even though he looked older. He was just about six feet tall with a swimmer's body that probably didn't have more than a couple of ounces of body fat on him. Coupled with his short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a row of snow-white teeth, he was never lacking for the attention from women, especially young coed age women. It was probably why he thought the play here was more alcohol. I heard Smitty laugh at Sean's comment. Smitty was almost as tall as Big Joe, with broad shoulders and a wide waist but solid stomach. There were no washboards abs but he wasn't fat by any measure. While Sean upper body was hairless, Smitty's front was covered with fairly thick black hairs. Piercing black eyes, a crooked nose, and a strong chin made him look like someone who spent his days off riding a Harley, which he did. His play was to look at me with an air of supreme confidence and total lust in his eyes. I looked at both of them, my eyes traveling back and forth. I knew I wanted this badly. I could feel my panties getting wetter as precum dribbled from my hormone shriveled penis. I also knew that doing it would be wrong for many reasons, but I wasn't sure I was able to say no to it. The reason I wasn't sure I would be able to say no, was the look of pure lust and desire I saw in both of them. For some reason I needed them to want me this way, possibly to confirm that I was woman in their eyes. "If this happens it is a one-time thing, and I better not ever hear anyone talking about it. Is that understood?" They both nodded yes. Smitty picked up the Jameson's bottle and took a swig directly from it before stepping over to me grabbing my neck with one hand and pulling me into the hardest kiss I had ever experienced. I could still taste the Jameson on his tongue, and I moaned into his mouth. When he released my neck, I broke the kiss and stepped back. Sean was now sitting in the chair and pouring a drink, his eyes wide and unsure of what would happen next. I could tell he was nervous, and I moved over to him, bending down and kissed him as my fingers finished unbuttoning my shirt and I removed it. I stood up so Sean could see my breasts that were now threatening to spill out the black lace bra. I felt Smitty hands on my waist and seconds later my skirt had dropped to the floor. I leaned back down to kiss Sean and one of his hands moved to my left tit and slide under the bra. My hand dropped to his crotch and through his pants I grasped his hard dick. I felt Smitty ripping the back of my pantyhose open and knew what he had in his mind. I had seen his cock in the showers, never hard of course, it was obvious that when aroused it would be thicker than most. I stood up and leaned back into him while his hands wrapped around me and began to fondle my boobs over top my bra before eventually pulling the straps off my shoulders and rolling the cups of bra down so he get to my nipples. First he caressed and then pinched my nipples causing me to moan out loud. I craned my head and neck back told him. "In my purse, there is lube, I want your dick in me." He released me so I took the opportunity to drop to my knees and undo the belt and zipper on Sean's pants while he kicked his shoes off. He had removed the outer blouse of his dress uniform and was in the process of taking his shirt off while I pulled his pants down. I rocked back on my knees so I was sitting back on my heels and looked up at Sean who was now only wearing boxer briefs and socks. His chest and abs looked like something you would see in an artist's sculpture of a perfect man. Smitty had found the lube and was heading back to me. I looked over and held out my hand with one finger up, letting him know I needed a minute. I wanted to enjoy the amazing body in front of me, so I stood and while one hand ran over one side of his chest, my mouth began to run over the other side. I tasted a hint of salt on his skin as I slowly moved my mouth down over those glorious abdominal muscles while sinking to my knees. My hands gently pulled his underwear down and over his cock which was pointing straight up and was rock hard. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Smitty was now complete naked and slowly stroking his cock with one hand, the lube and a box of condoms in his other hand. He raised an eyebrow at me while showing me what he removed out of my purse. I held up a finger again and he smiled at me. As I moved me mouth to Sean dick, I inhaled the wonderful musty, male aroma that came from his groin area. I also saw that his cock was like the rest of him, chiseled, thick prominent veins stuck out and the head of was cut with a well-defined rim. My tongue sought his veins as one hand moved to his balls and began to gentle fondle them before taking each one into my mouth and sucking on them for a few seconds while wrapping a hand around the base of his dick and softly stroking it. I knew that Smitty was probably anxious to get in on the action. So, letting Sean's nuts fall out of my mouth and turning to him I told him. "Throw those condoms back in my purse. I want to be able to feel all of you when you enter me, but please be liberal with the lube. That dick looks like it is as thick as beer can." I smiled at him and turned back to Sean. "Kneel down." I followed Sean, and got down on my knees also, then leaned forward and engulfed his cock with my mouth and was now on my hands and knees. I didn't have a lot of experience at sucking dick, but the hardness of his dick, compared to what I sucked before, was a turn on. "Fuck, Lana. That feels great," Sean panted. I slowed my efforts down a little and began to slowly bob up and down on him while gently swirling my tongue. I didn't want him to finish before Smitty started. I sensed that Smitty had knelt behind me and then felt him rip my pantyhose some more and move my thong out of the way. My nerves were growing in anticipation of what was getting ready to happen. I felt some lube being dribble on the crack of my ass and over my hole. "Lana, are you ready to be fucked hard?" Smitty growled. My mouth was full of dick, so I knew he wasn't expecting and answer. I felt the head of his cock push against my sphincter and I mentally prepped for what was next. What I wasn't ready for was the hard slap I felt on my ass, followed immediately by him thrusting into me and burying himself to his balls. I wanted to scream out but instead gagged on Sean dick. "Fuck you are tight," I heard. Smitty let his cock rest for a few seconds and surprisingly, I quickly got used to how much he had stretched me out. I went back to work on Sean and picked up my pace some while adding tongue swirling around the head of his dick each time I my mouth moved back. I turned my head and craned my neck as much as possible in an effort to look him in the eyes while I had him in my mouth. Just as we made eye contact Smitty smacked the other side of my ass, grabbed my hips and quickly pulled his dick back to where it was barely in me before slowly sinking back in. I released Sean's cock from my mouth. "Wholly Jesus, fuck me. Please, just fuck me." Smitty did that. He began to slowly saw his thick tool in and out at me. I had begun sucking on Sean again and my pace on his dick matched the pace of Smitty in my ass. Each time Smitty bumped against my prostrate a shot of electricity started in my groin and seemed to shoot through me. I was on all fours, my bra pulled down below my tits, my pantyhose ripped opened, and my heels still on my feet while being spit roasted by two hot firemen. I was being a total slut and was a little disappointed that I couldn't somehow watch this action myself. As Smitty picked up the pace. I did the same to Sean and, I had no idea how, Sean's dick hardened even more in my mouth and I knew he would be cumming soon. I felt like I might cum soon also and was now rocking back into Smitty in an effort to get him even deeper in my ass. "Fuck, you feel good," I heard just as Smitty slapped my ass again. "Lana, you slut, I am going to cum!" Sean yelled out. Just as he was ready to shoot Smitty reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. This caused Sean dick to pop out of my mouth and was timed with a blast of his cum hitting my forehead. The second spurt landing on my nose, the next on my chin. I struggled against Smitty pulling my hair to get Sean's dick back in my mouth so I could taste his cum. Right then Smitty spanked me again and then grabbed me tight by the hips and pounded quickly into me. The pleasure running through made me forget all about Sean's cum and I sank down on my elbows pushing my ass higher in the air. That changed the angle of how Smitty cock was hitting my insides and I felt like I would explode. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, I am cumming," I yelled out and experienced an orgasm like I had never felt before. Even though my mind and body were in sensory overload and I was suddenly exhausted I knew I wanted one more thing. "Cum in my ass Smitty. Please cum in my ass," I pleaded. Seconds later he did. Pushing in as deep as he could I felt a huge surge of hot semen enter me. Smitty continued to move in and out and I clenched my ass on his dick in an effort to milk out every drop. His dick rapidly softened after he came and eventually, he fell out of me leaving me with an empty feeling. Sean had stood up and I raised up off my elbows, kneeling in front of him, I gently pulled his limp dick into my mouth and cleaned him. Then I used my finger to scoop up the cum on my face and feed it into my mouth. I looked up at him. "Yummy." Adding a smile. Smitty had stood up also and I spun on my knees and turned to him. I hesitated for a few seconds but then began to clean him also. I knew that only real sluts did ass to mouth and right now I felt like, and definitely looked like, a real slut. I also knew that I was cleaner than normal back there because this morning I had prepped myself in anticipation of having sex today. I just didn't think it was going to be this afternoon. Both Sean and Smitty looked at me wide eyed after I finished using my mouth to clean the dick that had just been in my ass. I could also see from the looks on their faces that there would be no romantic post sex kisses with either of them. Sean's dick had actually started to harden again so obviously he was little turned on by my sluttiness. I briefly considered letting him fuck me real quick but wasn't sure he would be willing to have sloppy seconds in front Smitty. I arranged my tits back into my bra and walked over and pulled my skirt on. They took the hint that this was now over and began to dress themselves. No one had a said a word since we had finished. They both watched as I continued to put myself together. My panties were a disaster with my cum in them and now Smitty's starting to leak out of me. I hoped my pantyhose would catch anything that dripped down my inner thighs. Smitty had finished dressing himself and he spoke first. "Lana, I have no idea what this was just about. I am not sure if it was just, I don't know, something we all just needed or what. I will keep up my end of the deal and never tell anyone." "Thanks Smitty." I actually blushed I think. Sean looked at me. "Yea me too. I have to tell you though that was the hottest thing I have ever done. Thank you." I laughed at that. Again, it was obvious the age difference between the two of them. I also had a feeling of pride that the hottest thing a goddess like Sean had ever done involved me. "The hottest thing ever. I will take that as a compliment." I smiled at him. I was dressed now and reached in my purse and called for a Lyft driver. Pulling out the compact I took a quick glance at my face. My make up was a mess, thanks to the facial from Sean and my cock sucking. I thought about trying to touch it up and decided fuck it. I reached for the bottle of Jameson and following Smitty's earlier cue took a swig straight from the bottle. Setting it down on the table I looked at both of them, winked and then turned and walked up the stairs. I felt their eyes on my ass and legs and looking back I confirmed it. Going quickly through the kitchen I saw some startled expression on the firemen sitting around the table. I felt some sadness as I walked by the Rescue Rig in the bay on my way out the front door. Minutes later the same Lyft driver from earlier pulled up. I wish I had photographed the look on his face when he saw me. Once I was inside the closed confines of his car and we pulled away the car began to smell of sex. Smitty was still leaking out of me and I was pretty sure my uniform skirt would be ruined. I chuckled a little to myself as I thought about filling out my uniform replacement request and what I would enter as the reason for needing a new skirt. I reached back in my purse and pulled out my phone to send a quick text. It just said- heading home. I put my phone back in and then dug around until I found what I was looking for. I pulled it out and slide the large sparkling XXXXXXX cut diamond ring onto my left ring finger. Mark had given it me exactly a week ago when he proposed to me at the Spot Light Caf?, the same place we had brunch that fateful day, about a year ago, where the world found out I was Lana. The evening he proposed, after Mark made love to me and I went to sleep as happy as I have ever been. In the morning I woke up to the news of my brothers dying in that fucking fire. I knew that the two weren't linked but I also knew that I would never be able to separate them, it would be in my memories forever. Mark was waiting for me at home to celebrate our one-week engagement anniversary with a romantic dinner. I hoped when he saw me, he would understand and realize, that my brothers and comforting them, would always come first.