So... we've come to a sex scene. Be warned.

Chapter 30 March 15th. 2026

Lucy came into Sarah’s room. She was still in her workout clothes from this morning, and sitting at the computer. “Hey,” she said and slid in close behind her. “I think we’re alone now.”

She slid her hand over Sarah’s shoulder and touched her small breast. It was compressed under a sports bra. She gently began to tweak her nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

Sarah’s body went rigid, and a tiny moan escaped her lips. In the past Lucy’s attempts to initiate sex were often met with Whit slapping her hand away, drawing back, and phrases like, “I’m tired.”

Now Sarah was putty in Lucy’s hands, “It’s been awhile,” she said with a smile.

It had been awhile, between Grace and their difficult time after Christmas it had been weeks since they were intimate. Sarah reached out and took her wife by the hips, lifted up her shirt and kissed her side, working her mouth up to her bra. Her hands slid up her back and unhooked it.

Sarah slid her tongue over Lucy’s nipple, and felt her go rigid then melt into her embrace.. A few moments later Lucy pulled Sarah up out of her chair. She nodded towards the door and they shuffled together towards the bedroom taking off clothes as they went.

“Oh my,” Lucy said as she turned to see her wife in her sports bra and teal panties. “Turn off the lights.”

For a couple that has been married for as long as Lucy and Sarah had been, sex was a walk down a familiar path: Touch here, lick there, round the bases, move from foreplay to the main event, and eventually score.

This time Sarah found herself stuck on third base.

Lucy stopped moving, “You’re not hard are you?”

Sarah froze above her, “No, I’ll go get my pink thing,” she said and scampered away. It wasn’t easy for Lucy knowing that her partner owned a dildo and she didn’t. She’d been given one as a joke gift years ago, and threw it away. Knowing that her husband was now her wife didn’t really make it easier.

Sarah came back in and Lucy took the basic egg vibrator, her one sex toy, out of her nightstand drawer and rolled over. “Lie down,” she said.

Lucy straddled Sarah and with the help of “the pink thing” and her bullet she came soon. She reached down, Sarah was only marginally hard.

This wasn’t new territory, but one key fact had changed. This time Sarah wanted it. She made a pouty face showing her frustration.

Lucy took her penis in her hand and squeezed it, “Here, lets try something,” she said and placed her vibrator under the shaft. For a few minutes familiar sensations filled Sarah, pleasurable, but nothing she hadn’t felt hundreds of times. Then something changed. Lucy held the vibrator in one spot, and eventually sensations began growing in Sarah’s body.

“Oh… Ohh. Ohhhhh,” she said. She began to feel her body tense and pushed upward. Lucy threw her naked leg over Sarah’s hips and weighted her down. With her other hand she teased her nipples.

Working on pure reflex Sarah reached out and took hold of the headboard as she’d watched her wife do many times. The feelings seemed to radiate through her body, up and down her spine, turning her mind to mush.

“Oh, fuck, oh God, what…. Ohhhhhh,” she was losing control of her mouth. The feeling was too much, and she was powerless to control it. Pinned under Lucy’s weight her fingers were turning white from clinging to the headboard.

“Ohhh Fuck,” she screamed and Lucy smoothered her mouth.

The orgasm was like nothing she’d ever felt in her life, her body bucking wildly but powerless to stop the sensations. Her screams were muffled by Lucy who giggled as she clamped down hard on her mouth.

“My God Darren, what was that?” Lucy asked.

“Sarah,” she corrected through deep breaths.

“Yeah, yeah, sure Sarah. You going to be OK?”

There was a long pause, Sarah opened her eyes and looked into Lucy’s face. It had been six weeks and she still messed up her name. “No, I think… I don’t know what that was.”

“Well it sounded like you had a good time,” Lucy said.

“I… I had something.”

***

Sarah walked into the CVS store, and had the strangest feeling she’d walked into a horror film. Despite being 4 in the afternoon the store was dead silent.

It didn’t help that she was on edge. Sarah was wearing black tights, and a pale blue T-shirt she’d found at Five Below, of all places. It had a beautiful dark blue print of Irises and the name Van Gogh in cool Gothic letters. More importantly she was wearing a very thin coat of foundation and mascara. Her hair, which was now shoulder length, was pulled back with a headband. Then there was the bra, the one that gave her growing breasts just enough lift to be visible under the shirt.

Lucy had been in the kitchen when Sarah stepped out of the “computer room.” In reality the computer room had been morphing into her room with all her new attire.

“Hey if you’re going to drop off that package at CVS on the way to class, can you get me some cough drops,” Lucy said and then turned and did a double take.

“Oh, you’re wearing that?” She asked.

Sarah looked down, “Can I?” she asked. “I mean, is this OK?”

Lucy turned back to the sink, “Sure, whatever, you can wear whatever you want. Just don’t forget the cough drops.”

Under her arm was a package she was sending her Mother for her birthday. A box of chocolates and a small painting she’d done of daisies. She walked back into the store and an older woman in a red polo popped up out of nowhere.

“Hey, hun, Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m looking for cough drops,” Sarah answered.

“Over there Ma’am,” the woman pointed vaguely behind her. “Aisle 9.”

“Thanks,” Sarah said. Had she just been misgendered, or correctly gendered for the first time in her life? She felt her face blush and electricity run down her spine. It occurred to her, at no time did she even consider correcting the woman and without really thinking about it she used her voice. Not Whits.

She grabbed Lucy’s cough drops and went up to the counter. “Thank you Ma’am the cashier said. Sarah did notice she had very thick glasses.

Back in her Jeep Sarah looked over at the jeans sitting in the seat beside her. She intended to throw them on before painting class. She stopped herself in the middle of reaching out for them.

“Fuck it.”

Sarah walked into her class in her tights with the makeup still on awkwardly carrying her wooden paint box and canvas holder, with a 16x20 canvas turned backwards. A few were already in the room. Mrs Wicker looked up, smiled, went back to sitting up her canvas, then suddenly looked again.

“Oh, Mr. Whitlock, I just love your shirt.” she said.

“Thank you Mrs. Wiker,” Sarah said as she walked by. She turned on the blue tooth speaker and started playing 10,000 Maniacs Unplugged softly. Then removed her canvas from the holder and placed it on her easel.

Sarah had always liked painting women, often from photographs from the late 1800s, and occasionally she’d copy a painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, since no one would recognize it.

The painting Sarah sat on her easel was almost a direct copy of Bouguereau’s 1889 painting the Shepherdess. Rendered with academic realism, the painting depicted a young woman in peasant clothes, standing barefoot in a pasture with a crook balanced over her shoulders. She is beautiful, but strong, independent and just a little threatening with her crook.

There were a few differences, the background showed the Shawnee Hills behind Grace’s old trailer, and Sarah had painted her own feminine face on the shepherdess. The painting was 80% finished with only details of the clothing left to complete.

Mrs Wicker came to the easel, “My word Mr. Whitlock, she’s really quite beautiful.”

Sarah smiled, “Thank You.”

Sarah’s class slowly filtered in while she prepped her space, they all came by and admired their teacher’s work. Grace was the last show, half an hour late. Her schedule was tighter now that she was juggling classes and work. A smile creeped across her face when she saw how Sarah was dressed and the painting on her easel.

She walked in close, “My God Sarah, are you coming out tonight?” she whispered.

“No,” Sarah frowned, I don’t think anyone even noticed.”

Grace smiled, “Trust me, they noticed, but what do you expect? Do you think they’re gonna say ‘congratulations you’re a girl.’

Sarah shrugged. “I guess not.” In reality she was fighting back emotions. The clerk at CVS saw her, why didn’t her students? Here she was dressed like a woman, displaying a painting of her as a woman, but they were still calling her, ‘Mr. Whitlock.’

Grace leaned in even closer, “To them you’re not Sarah to them until you tell them you’re Sarah,” she whispered.

Sarah nodded, then went to check on the anime inspired fox girl that Egon was painting.

***

Sarah and Lucy walked side by side down the tree lined cinder bike path, something they’d made into a regular habit as Winter was turning to Spring. It was still cool enough for gloves and a hat. They could see a mile ahead and behind them, on the long forested path. They were completely alone.

Lucy turned to Sarah and said, “I’m worried about something.”

Sarah laughed, “Just something?”

“OK, yeah,” Lucy frowned,”Yeah I’m worried about a lot of things, but right now. Are we ever going to have sex again?”

Sarah turned, and looked away. This was a conversation she knew they needed to have, but it wasn’t going to be pleasant. “I… I really liked what we did the other night,” she said.

“Yeah, I could tell,” Lucy chuckled. “But, like, listen. I’m glad you enjoyed that, but I need the real thing.”

Sarah and Lucy walked side by side in silence and eventually took each other’s hands. Neither were able to say the words they were both thinking, “You can’t give me what I really need.”