The scent was strong, acrid, maybe even a little sweet but unmistakably chemical, it was difficult to pin down any of the separate notes of the scent.

“Keep your fingers straight.” she instructed.

“Uh, sorry…” is all I managed, having suddenly been pulled out of my amateur scent analysis of the nail polish fumes.

“I know you've done this before, surely you know to keep your fingers straight, is something bothering you Jacob?” Laura enquired.

Laura was my older brother's girlfriend, she was shorter than me, with long reddish brown dyed hair, her face was a little round, soft and gentle. I'd never seen her without makeup on, and the makeup she did wear varied a lot from day to day as she clearly enjoyed switching things up and trying new looks. Her makeup was on the less dramatic side today though she certainly wasn't going for a neutral look.She had a blend of autumn colours across her eyelids and her lips were a matte dark pinky colour.

“Just thinking about my first week at uni coming up…” I wasn't lying but Laura could tell I wasn't saying everything “ Anything more specific?”

“Well, uh…” I started, and maybe I was getting high off the nail polish fumes because I continued honestly
“I was thinking about how people often use transitions to new social environments to have a go at being a different person, I kinda wanna be a different person.”

“Oh, well I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm here to talk through stuff if you wanna?” Laura offered in a supportive yet slightly distracted manner as she finished painting my left pinky nail with a dark red colour.

“I've never really told anyone before,...”

Laura interrupted with “Oh Jacob, you don't have to be afraid to tell me. I already assumed that you're gay, so it's not like I'm surprised. But I understand coming out is not easy.”

“What?! no… I'm not… I mean… uh…” .

“You're not gay? Well then what are we talking about?” Laura all but shouted.

“I, uh…. I think….” I'd started tearing up at this point.”I want to be a woman" slipped out before I lost control of myself and began full on sniffling and crying.

“Oh, jakey” Laura cooed as she put the lid back onto the nail polish bottle before continuing “ It's okay. let it out. It's just us here.”, to which I nodded while sobbing.

As the sobbing continued, Laura passed me tissues and waited until I seemed to calm down.” Maybe a full make over would help make you feel better? I need to practise anyway.” Laura offered while already laying out brushes, various round containers and flat rectangular palettes.

I couldn't imagine anything that would help more than what was being offered, as such I responded softly and timidly “I would like that, a lot”.

Laura softly lifted my chin, trying to look at me in the eyes, “Your parents won't be back from Queensland for a couple days right?” “Yeah, not until sunday arvo.” I affirmed.
“Well, we can spend most of this weekend doing this then” Laura concluded, with genuine excitement mixed with support.

“What about Calvin?” I blurted out, worried that my brother would ridicule me or or worse, disown me as a sibling.

“hun… he already thought you were gay.. and didn't treat you badly or anything about it right? I'm sure he would be supportive. He might seem standoffish and a little rough around the edges, but trust me, Cal is actually such a sweet, kind and caring guy… he's not going to judge you.” Laura said encouragingly.

“Well, okay. Uh, is it okay if I go get changed real quick?”
I nervously asked, Laura's eyebrows raised a little,”ah, you've got your own girl clothes already, haven't you?” She mused in a slight chuckle before she continued with “Sure, It'll make the transformation more compelling.”

I almost ran from the dining table down the hallway to the bedroom I shared with my brother, I lifted my mattress and opened the duffle bag.

I knew exactly which of the few pieces of girl clothing I wanted.I grabbed the black bra and matching undies, the sheer black pantyhose, the black pleated short skirt and the red and black crop top with a picture of a skull and a heart on the front. I didn't have a huge collection, I infrequently had the courage to actually buy women's clothes.

I stripped down to my underwear then put on the bra, stuffed some silicone padding I had heard colloquially referred to as chicken fillets into the cups and against my chest… They were cold but welcome additions every time.

I caught myself in the mirror on the closet door. I wasn't thrilled to see myself, I was a relatively tall guy, with blue eyes, long brunette hair with blonde streaks leftover from having blonde hair as a child, standing there in just a bra and nickers… despite that, I continued… as I usually did… I'd look better with the skirt and top anyway… and maybe the makeup would help.

By the time I had pulled the crop top over my head there were footsteps by my the bedroom door followed by Laura's voice “wow jac…. uhm.. do you have a different name you want me to call you?”

“Natalia…” I almost whispered.

“Well,… Natalia, you look cute in a crop top.” Laura continued, causing me to blush.

Laura had me sit back down at the dining table.
“I'll start by putting your hair up, to keep it out of the way”
She stated,.. she started brushing my hair back and pulled it up and out of my face, then secured it with a black hair clip, one of the ones that look like a pointy toothed monster mouth.

” now I'm going to moisturize your face,” Laura said as she flipped open the cap of a squeeze bottle and squeezed a fresh smelling white creme onto her hand… she rubbed her hands together a little and then started gently running her wet fingers across my forehead, my cheeks and jaw, she gently slid her fingers around the contours of my nose and brows.
It felt very relaxing.

“While we wait for your skin to absorb that, I can finish off your nails, and we can chat some more… unless you just want to keep silently brooding about whatever is going on in that head of yours.”

“Uh, yeah.. um we can chat about stuff…”

“How long have you felt this way Natalia?”

“Well, that's uh.. that's not a simple question…. I have had feelings about what it might be like being a girl for a long time, I didn't realise that I wanted to be one until probably 14…”

“So you've been struggling with this by yourself for most of high school.. Oh Natalia…”

She was quiet for a few minutes while painting a slightly red glittery clear coat over each nail.

“You're not into guys though?”

“Uh…. Well…” was all I managed, as I recalled a few dreams and thoughts I'd had about guys in the past.

“So you are then… but I guess that would make you straight if you were a woman…”

“I'm definitely into girls though, so I guess I'm bi maybe… I don't know. I've never actually been with either a guy or a girl.” I retorted.. trying to detract from the embarrassing topic of me being into guys,.. although I also then realised I could end up being more embarrassed about actually possibly being a girl who's into girls…

“Ok, so now concealer and foundation, concealer on the dark spots under your eyes, and over the slight shadowing on your upper lip, then foundation over it.”
Laura said, letting the probing go for a moment.

I was requested to “Hold still” multiple times as she applied the concealer and foundation. As applying anything near my eyes made me blink.

“You’ve never even kissed anyone? Guy or girl?” Laura resumed her questioning.

I began to recount the story of the one kiss I'd ever had at that point “Once… at a party, we were playing truth or dare and..”

Laura stopped me once she realised it was going to be a bit of a story “Hold on hun, I'm gonna start on your eyes and you can keep talking, but try to hold still”

She began painting delicately around my eyes with liquid eyeliner, unlike the pencil eyeliner I'd used a few times in the past. As she decorated my eyes I continued my story

“I was dared to kiss whoever walked through the door next… and we kept playing until eventually, a guy walked through the door and the girls I was playing with all told the guy, Brad, about the dare. he laughed, he was drunk enough that he actually did kiss me… it was frightening and exciting and confusing at the time… brad ended up moving away before I ever had a chance to talk to him about it…”

Brad was taller than me even back then, his shaggy chestnut hair had just barely ticked my forehead at that moment, despite the strong scent of beer, from memory he was also clearly wearing a velvety sweet smelling cologne.

Laura was brushing shimmering dark grey on my eyelids when she suddenly stopped. “Brad Henderson?“ Laura screeched “uh…Yeah” came my timid reply. “You and Brad Henderson kissed? you know he moved back last year ? He lives like 4 blocks away.”

“Oh…uh… no. I didn’t know he was back in town…”

“Oooooooooh.” Laura had a smirk on her face, the kind of smirk that only meant trouble.

“No… I can't…. He…. I…. We haven't spoken in like 5 years, and he's probably straight anyway.“

“hun, It would basically be straight for a guy to be into you looking like this” she said as she held up a hand mirror for me.

It was surreal. I wasn't expecting to look anything like how I looked… I was expecting to look like a cheap drag queen or something… but what I saw was closer to what I was actually hoping for. There was an actual woman staring back at me in the mirror, she blinked when I blinked, she turned when I turned… how… How had Laura achieved this?

“Hello…. Earth to Natalia…. Snap out of it…” Laura seemed like she had been trying to get my attention for At least a few minutes.

“Natalia!” She urged as she nudged me gently, successfully snapping me out of it.

“Natalia, I may have just texted Brad." she let out gently.

My mouth dropped “ what? Why? What did you say?” I was beginning to panic.

“ I asked you if I could but you were lost in the mirror, I just asked what he was doing tonight,.. that's all… so far.”

“Out of nowhere? He's soooo going to assume you wanna hang out or something….” My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, this was terrifying, and exciting. Did I want to see him? Did I want him to see the woman I just saw in the mirror?.... I felt dizzy.

“Woah, jac…. Natalia, settle down. it's okay. I'm not dragging you into anything unless you agree to it, I just get the sense you need a little push here and there to actually even allow yourself to reach for what you want.“ she gestured at the make up, my appearance and the mirror.

“Uh… I need to think about it I guess, I suppose you're right. I've been shutting myself off from doing things I actually do want to do.”

“You wanna talk through your thoughts and feelings you're having right now?”

“The strongest … uh… the strongest feeling I'm having r… right now is fear”

“What are you afraid of? You worried about brad reacting badly to a beautiful girl who he might find out used to be a boy that he purposely decided to kiss at one point?”

I looked at her with trembling puppy dog eyes…

She tilted her head a little and compassion seeped into expression and tone.

“Because you know how ridiculous that sounds right?”

“It is ridiculous, I'm ridiculous… what the heck is wrong with me… why do I want this?” I was almost yelling through sobs and sniffling as tears rolled down my face…

“Natalia, it's okay. You're not that weird, I mean sure, I'm not going to lie, I wasn't expecting it. but I have actually met a few other people who are unique in similar ways to you like this. I am studying beauty therapy at uni you know.”

Her words were comforting, especially since they seemed sincere rather than mere comforting words. I looked back up at her and regained some composure. She was fiddling on her phone, and I highly doubted she was messaging Brad more…

“Here look, this is a pic of me with some classmates.”

Pictured on her phone were 4 people in their early 20s,
What appeared to be 3 women and a man, although they were all wearing make up… one of the women stood out as being particularly tall… was that the person like me?

“That's Shawna, Diana, Tyler and myself obviously.”

I'd calmed down enough now, maybe distracted by the photo… “ is that one Shawna..? Is she?”

“Yeah actually… and Diana too… they're both trans”

Retrospectively, what Laura just did could have technically been a no no… she just outed two people as trans to me,.. I've never asked if she had their permission… but in that moment it really helped me feel less alone.

I went quiet for a moment. Laura fixed my make-up while walking through each step of cleaning up the smudged eyeliner and mascara, reapplying concealer where necessary, adding foundation where it had been rubbed off and then redoing the eyes with liner, mascara and shadow… the ritual nature of it all was calming and freeing.

“Maybe I uh… maybe I should reach for what I want… could I uh… could I have Brad's number?”

“I typically don't give out people's numbers without their permission… Can I ask him first?”

I took a deep but slightly unsteady breath
“Yeah…. Uh… You can say that it's me who wants his number.”

She danced her delicate fingers across her phone screen tapping almost rhythmically.

“He said sure…”

She showed me the screen, he actually sent :
“Oh, Jacob? Yeah, sure. :)”

My heart's rhythm picked up speed and intensity as I typed his number into my contacts, and began messaging him.

“Hey Brad…”

“hey, Jacob, I assume. whats up?”

“I was talking with Laura, who obviously gave me your number, she mentioned that you moved back not far from my parents house?”

“Yeah, I've been back in town for a couple months now”

“Do you remember that night at that party?”

“Yes Jacob.I remember, I may have been drinking but I remember. Why?”

The confidence that I’d previously mustered was suddenly replaced as reality crashed back in, anxiety had forbidden my fingers from messaging him further.

Laura was looking over my shoulder, noticing my apprehension, she gently took the phone out of my hands and pointed it at me, “ oi, Smile Natalia… C'mon… there's no way he wouldn't find you attractive like this”

I hesitated and resisted for about half a minute before catching a glimpse of my made up face in the mirror and feeling sudden an internal warmth, comfort and confidence had come back out of nowhere, which moved me to actually pose for the camera.

“Oooh that one was cute” Laura said after taking a few shots in different poses.

“I'm just going to send him this photo, okay?”

I managed a meek nod and watched and waited until she sat back down next to me and passed my phone back to me.

She had sent the photo and a message

“This is me right now… soooo?”

I blushed seeing the flirty message Laura had added…

Almost instantly, Brad messaged back.

“Holy shit. dude.” Followed quickly by “You look like that for real right now?”

My phone started ringing. Of course I answered. I might have been a bit unstable at the time, but I wasn't crazy.

“Heya,.. this is Natalia…” my voice was soft and as femme as I could get it to sound despite shaking with enough nervous energy to launch a rocket.

“Uh, is that the name you go by when you're dressed like that..?”

“Yea… Brad, it is”

“ I might be reading this wrong, but you're coming onto me right?”

“uh… um… if that's not like…. Out of the question..”

Laura looked at me with a smile and gave a thumbs up then a thumbs down… a silent enquiry into the status of the conversation.

I gave a flat horizontal hand wiggle of undecidedness.

“ Is this something you do often… dress up like that I mean?”

“It’s the first time I've done it in front of someone else.. and the first time I've looked this good…”

“ You do look good.. uh beautiful I mean.”

“Thank you…. I haven't seen what you look like in a while…”

“Yeah? Laura asked if I was busy tonight, I assume she's with you.. maybe I could come over if you're not busy.”

“Yes,... I mean no… I'm not busy… but yes to hanging out tonight…”

“Okay. Cool. just some drinks at your place? Laura can stick around too I guess”

I tried my best to remain calm and collected, but I was tingling with anticipation and my anxiety caused me to freeze up again. What was happening? Was this a date? I felt a little bit like it but it also seemed like it kinda wasn't… It was ‘hanging out’…

Laura noticed my freeze, so she took the phone.

“Hey Brad, yeah, nah, she's fine. yup that sounds great, see you later this arvo”

“Oh Jacob.” She beamed excitedly.

“Natalia, please..” I corrected her, it almost stung to be called Jacob… which was odd because for 18 years now I'd never been called anything else, suddenly it felt very wrong…

“Oh, shit yeah… my bad… Natalia. Oh, I'm so excited for you… ”

“Oh god, why did we just do… I can't… this is a lot all at once… I don't know if I can handle this all at one… I god… oh fuck” my breaths shallower with every racing thoughts stacking on-top of the next.

“Tahls, chill.. It's gonna be fine. You look beautiful, yes it's gonna be a little awkward at first. But you are reaching for what you want, you can push past that.” she almost reached out to touch me but didn't.

“ Okay. Okay… I can do this… it's fine, everything's gonna be fine.”

“ yeah girl, that's right everything is okay, you're okay, Let's do your hair now..?”

“ What's wrong with how it is now?”

“ We can just do better, do you know if your mum has a hair curler? It probably looks like a bit like a shiny round tube with a handle and clippy bit, with a cord”

“Yeah, I think I've seen one in the bathroom cupboard.”

She ran off, grabbed it, had me sit down and began separating sections of my hair and coiled them around the curler. I could tell it was quite hot as the curled hair was still warm when it fell back down against my head.

She curled a few different sections here and there, then brushed them out a little…the effect was more volume, body and tidy waviness to my hair…

“That's the best I can do without cutting it at all… but we can do that tomorrow if you like… not enough time for it now though, Brad will probably be here soon.”

He was there maybe 20 minutes later, which gave us time to lay out a snack platter, corn chips,salsa, crackers, dip, and grapes.

He knocked on the door, he probably tried ringing the bell first, but it hadn't worked for years, someone should probably do something about that…

“Coming…” Laura shouted as she headed down the hallway to the front door.

In the half minute or so before they got to the lounge room my brain probably backflipped at least 5 or 6 times… I couldn't believe I was actually doing it…

“Hey, Natalia… it's nice to meet you… or uh re-meet you…”

“Hi Brad. You uh… you uhhh….” I got lost staring at him, taking in his appearance..

His eyes were a deep turquoise blue green, his hair just a little longer than when I'd seen it last, his refined facial contours were speckled with light stubble. He was maybe even a little bit taller and certainly more muscular, which would make sense. He was wearing a band shirt of some local band, underneath a red flannel, his lean muscular legs clad in black skinny jeans.

I looked like a kangaroo stunned in the headlights. Laura clicked her fingers in front of my face. Brad let out a chuckle.

“Uh sorry… you just… you've changed… you look…. Uh… you look good.” I stammered, I was feeling lightheaded and floaty…like I was suddenly dreaming.

“ Oh, I'm the one who's changed huh?” a repeated chuckle, clearly feeling more comfortable now compared to earlier on the phone…

“ You look great Natalia… oh I brought drinks… I wasn't sure what you drank… I guessed maybe fruity drinks since you're… ya know…”

“I mean… you guessed right… but I resent the stereotyping….” I quipped back, a bout of playful confidence perhaps emboldened by his compliments.

He brought the drinks to the kitchen and put a bunch in the fridge, he had brought a variety of fruity pre-mixed vodkas, and beers for himself.

I felt a little awkward, so I sat down on the couch and just turned the tv on for some background noise.

Laura sat next to me and whispered to me. “ It's fine… you're doing great, everything is going to be fine,you can push past the anxiety.”

“So, are we watching a movie or something? I saw your parents have a pool table out back… do you play?”

He was referring to the fancy pool table my older brother Calvin bought second hand and set up in the back yard barbeque area

The barbeque area had a roof, a table and chairs, the barbeque of course, a small fern garden, and the pool table.

“Uh I'm not very good at pool but maybe Laura and I can take turns against you?”

Laura piped up “ actually, Calvin will be back from the gym soon,it could be guys vs girls”

It felt nice to be included in the category ’girls’, but then came the realisation… Calvin was gonna see me like this, it must have shown on my face because both Brad and Laura suddenly looked concerned for me.

“Hey, it's okay Natalia… he'll be fine about you.. I swear… remember Shawna and Diana… Cal’s met them before and he wasn't weird about them or anything.”

That helped.

“Yeah, uh… sorry.. I'm just a bit anxious and overwhelmed… I guess”

Brad reached out and took my hand… I was suddenly floating and dizzy… being closer to him, I could smell that he still sore the same cologne.

“It's gonna be fine, you look great, you don't look stupid or anything. There's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. You're fine, damn fine actually. hah”

His flirty joke brought me back, I can do this… I am fine.

“Y… y…. Yeah.. I'm fine… I'm okay…”

Brad grabbed us all our first drinks for the night, we sat down and waited the couple of minutes it took for my big brother Calvin to get home

“Babe, you here? Someone else's car is parked out front.” he stepped out the back door and saw the three of us.

like me, Calvin had blue eyes, his shaggy dark brown hair had always been dark brown though, he was taller than me, shorter than Brad, but definitely more muscularly build up than him, Brad looked strong sure… but Calvin easily had twice the musculature.

“ Oh, uh hey babe, hey Brad… and uh nice to meet you…?”

“It’s me... Calvin” I said in my regular voice.

“Oh, shit…. Jacob… my bad… what's up?” he seemingly was playing it cool.

“She prefers Natalia at the moment…” Laura offered.

“ ah. I'll try to remember that” then he turned to me directly saying ”my bad sis.” he was definitely being ‘super cool’ about it… It felt good when he called me his sister though.

“We were hoping we could play pool 2 on 2, girls v boys” Brad picked up where we left off earlier in the evening… and handed Calvin a beer.

“ Yeah, sure… spose I'll break… since it's my table.”

We all grabbed a pool cue each, My brother grabbed the one he bought brand new online, while the rest of us got the second hand ones he got with the table.

Calvin set up the balls in the triangle, placed the white ball on its starting point and managed a clean break with a swift refined swing of his forearm.

He hadn't sunk any balls yet, so next it was my turn.

I moved around to the side of the table nearest the white ball and aimed it at a cluster of balls near a corner pocket… I didn't really know what I was doing beyond hoping someone good would happen.

I held my arm back, dangling my elbow down with the butt of the cue in my hand right. My left hand was flat on the surface of the table, the cue resting between the knuckles of my pointer and index finger, I swung my right forearm and with a few clacks I'd sunken a green striped ball… so Laura and I were now going for the striped balls,... Leaving the solids for the guys..

I now had another shot… I went for the striped blue ball, I hit it, but didn't sink it… in fact I put it in a worse position than it was before…

It was Brad's turn. He moved around the table and looked like he was deciding between two different shots… Calvin whispered in his ear, presumably to help him decide…

Brad, lined up a shot for the solid brown ball and sunk it with a sharp clack. Then he moved to aim for another ball, but failed to sink it.

“Close, but not close enough.. your angle was just barely off.” Calvin called, clearly getting quite into the game.

“You're up now babe” he pointed to a potential shot for Laura, clearly trying to embody some sportsmanship.

Laura thought about it for a moment but decided to go for the shot Calvin had pointed out, which paid off as she managed to sink it.

“Nice one! Clean..” Calvin complimented her.

She went for a slightly trickier shot with 2 rebounds off the bumpers of the table, and got close but didn't sink it.

“ Very close… don't feel bad, the angles all add up and being off a tiny bit at the beginning can end up being quite a bit more off after bouncing off the bumpers.” Calvin offered before approaching the table for his next turn in which he sank a few more balls.

When he sat back down he started chatting with Brad, I couldn't really hear them, I was at the table for my turn. The white was not in a great spot for me, solids were in the way of almost any simple shot I could try for… I'd need luck to not hit a foul… luck I apparently didn't have because I did hit one of the solids first, Calvin was distracted enough in his conversation he didn't even call it before I personally called myself out on the foul.

“Oops, I fouled… your turn Brad.”

I headed back to sit at the table with Laura and Calvin.

“What were you talking with Brad about?” I questioned Calvin as I sat down and sipped my pink watermelon and guava vodka.

“Oh,.. uh, just big brother stuff..”

“Like what?”

“I asked him if you two were dating… and I told him he better not hurt you… but like obviously politely…”

“ Caaaaal….. uuuggh.. wait… what did he say about dating me?” I said, practically on the edge of my seat…

“ Well, uh… I don't think it's my place to say…”

“Caaaaalviiin.. ugh okay... thank you for being so understanding and accepting about all this though“ I gestured at my current appearance.

“Yeah, nah… of course…”

Clack… Brad had finally gone for the shot he was figuring out, “ Shit yeah.” He called after sinking multiple balls.

“One left Calvin” he added… before sipping his beer and then lining up another shot.

“ Do you think mum and dad are gonna be all weird about it?”

“ You're gonna tell em?”

“Well, I uh… I don't wanna go back to… uh”

“Oh, ah… so this is you now then…”

“Well, It's what I want… “

“If they're weird about it I'll back you up sis… but they're probably gonna be fine with it… they already thought you were gay… so this ain't all that much worse… I mean different"

“Hmmm.. why does everyone assume I'm into dudes?”

“You are though…” Laura piped with a smirk.

“That's not the point.”

We all started laughing…. When Brad walked over..
“And that's the game… boys win… what are we giggling about?”

“Oh… nothin” I sighed.

“You want another drink?”

“ Sure...” I said before chugging the last quarter of the bottle before handing the empty to him, when our hands touched it almost felt electric… ‘damn… I so am into dudes….’ I thought

We played another two games with different team compositions, I only won when teamed with Brad in the last game…

At this point I'd had quite a few drinks and was a little tipsy. Laura and Calvin had split off to chill by the bbq, while Calvin cooked us something to eat…

“ Want another drink Natalia?” Brad offered

“Mayb,... Maybe a water w… would be a good idea.”

“Oh, yeah sure… I'll grab you some water.. anything else?, a snack?”

“ A… kiss?”. I flatly stated, the wall between my brain and my mouth, thoroughly dissolved in alcohol.

“Oh, uh.. maybe after the water… I wouldn't want to be taking advantage of you being so sloshed…”

“Awww, f… fine…. We've already k… kissed before though…”

He grinned and chuckled as he walked off to get me water.

He was back with water and some water and a choccy bikkie..
“Yess.. bikkie…”
“No worries Natalia, I want you to sober up a bit.. I kinda wanna chat about stuff"

“Oh yeah,..what stuff? We… we can chat now..”

“No Natalia, it can wait… but we can chill and talk about whatever else till then.”

“Do… Do you like me, Brad?”

“Yeah I think so.*

“Okay good.”

I probably babbled some inane nonsense about some movie or something for a while while sobering up, and I do remember Brad indulging me and waiting it out until after two bottles of water and a few bathroom visits he must have deemed me sober enough.

“Natalia… you're gonna stay like this right? This isn't just a weekend thing for you?..”

“Uh… I mean yeah,.. that's what I want…”

“In that case,I've been thinking about it all night. I think I would like to see you again, if that's okay.”

“You… want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

“As in… like… as a date?”

“Yes Natalia, I'd like to take you out on a date…”

“uh, oh um… that… uh.. I.. yes..” my heart beat seemed like it was trying to synchronise itself with the bouncing of the thoughts in my head but I remembered to breathe and calmed myself back down..

“...I think I'd like that…”

“ Is it okay to kiss you now?”

My mind had only one thought at that point.
‘I have been waiting like an hour for you to kiss me dude’
I took a moment to calm myself so I could give a thoughtful answer but all that escaped my lips was a simple “yes”.

He chuckled, I was clearly still tipsy but sober enough that he did pull me towards him, his right hand slid up my neck to the back of my head, his fingers combed through my hair… he pressed his lips against mine, they were a little rough, dry… his stubble felt interesting against my face.

Our lips slid and ‘smooshed’ together, then parted briefly by his tongue making its way into my mouth… mine slid up against his, he was gentle but passionate.

After what felt like hours, but was probably less than a few minutes he withdrew his face from mineand I was breathing a little heavily.

“Oh… god….uuuh” I managed in between breaths.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, Laura and Calvin looking across at us, they looked away as soon as they realised I had noticed….

I blinked a few times and looked into Brad's eyes….

“I liked that…” I admitted, my breathing slowing.

“Me too”

“Oi, love birds… Foods done” called Laura cheekily..

Snapping out of the daze I righted myself as Brad removed his hand from the back of my head and headed to the table, leading me there with his left hand holding my right.

I sat across from Laura and my brother, who both kept giving Brad and me smirks every now and then.

“ So you finally asked her out then?” Calvin teased.

“Well, I wasn't gonna do it while she could barely string a sentence together… it wouldn't be right…”

If I didn't have a mouthful of barbecued snag and bread in my mouth I'd have probably contested how drunk I had been earlier in the night… even though they were spot on.

“You wanna go out shopping tomorrow Natalia?”

I swallowed, delaying my answer by more than a few seconds.

“ Yeah… uh, yes please…”

“In the afternoon though… cause you are absolutely gonna have a hangover in the morning… oh.. right speaking of sleep… You and calv are probably gonna have to stop sharing that bedroom now...”

“Huh… oh shit…. You're right… brothers and sisters don't share rooms for a reason… I guess mum and dad would probably let me have the office as a bedroom, dad rarely works from home anyway…”

“Until they get back… you can have the couch? It does fold out, remember… although the mattress on it is thin as fuck.” Calvin resolved.

“Huh.. ok I guess…. Not very private though…”

why did I say that out loud.. that was a private thought… stupid brain…

“Yeah nah..it probably is better to wait for her to have her own bedroom,.. please don't fuck my sister In The lounge room… I spend a lot of time gaming on that couch…”

Brad and I both went red in the face blushing while Laura and Calvin both laughed at his joke, Brad and I joined the laughter after a bit, my mind however was racing at the thought of sex with Brad… did I want that? Do I want sex with a guy? With Brad? I had dreamt about it.. I suppose in the past I had shrugged it off or tried to bury the thoughts…. I think I did want it… but as Calvin had said… not in the bloody lounge room…

The others had been talking for a while while I was lost in thought.
“ Oi, space cadet… you want another snag?” Calvin queried.

“Uh, no… I think I'd probably puke if I ate any more.”

“You feeling alright? Hun” Laura added…

“A little woozy… just tipsy I think… maybe tired”

“Maybe you should head to the couch then, it is 2 am.”

“Yeah… okay…”

“I got you” Brad lifted me out of my seat gently, and swooped my legs up under his left arm.. he carried me to the couch… I didn't really need to be carried, but I wasn't gonna say no to it.. obviously.

“Thanks Brad… are you,... Uh… staying the night? Since you've been drinking?”

“If that's okay..?”

“Uh… I don't… uh… I…. Um…”

“How about this, help me with this couch bed and then after that if you need to you can sleep in your parents bed and I'll stay out here…”

We cooperated to get the couch transformed into its lazy approximation of a bed. Well, Brad unfolded it and then helped me put a clean sheet on the mattress and fetched my blankets from the room which I guessed wasn't really.my room anymore….

“Is it okay if I hug you Natalia…?”

“uh, yeah… I guess”

He shuffled over a little towards me, and rolled onto his side, wrapping his right arm over the top of me while his left rested against the small of my back…

“K…Kiss me more…”

His lips took to mine, they danced against each other, lips parting, tongues sliding in and around, heads tilting this way and that… he broke the kiss, I was momentarily worried he was stopping until he kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then the spot just below my right ear, then down onto my neck…. ‘Ooooh shit’ I thought as I felt myself growing erect…. ‘he’s a straight guy… he's not gonna wanna touch that… he's probably tying to forget I even have that, I've been trying to forget about it… oh god…”

My breathing grew heavier with the passion of kissing but now grew quicker and shallower as my racing thoughts lead me into a full blown panic attack.

My mind raced, the stream of consciousness bounced around between negative thoughts. My breathing pace picked up into full blown hyperventilation, my lungs, throat and diaphragm muscles all began to aching, the world had dropped away, leaving just me and these horrifying thoughts, these scenarios that seemed so realistic and horrifying… my head got lighter as my breathing became unsteady, my body couldn't keep up the increased pace, the thoughts dulled… consciousness faded a little as my erratic breathing failed to deliver oxygen to my brain…

Before consciousness was fully gone, in the moment between the void and the racing thoughts, an Opportunity…

“... You're okay… everything is okay… I'm here it's okay” It's Calvin's voice.

“it's okay… I think you were having a panic attack or something” Brad's voice…

“Yeah he… she gets those sometimes…” Calvin again…

“She's gonna be okay… just needs some time and a calm, quiet environment… also she doesn't deal well with being touched when she's like this…” He added.

I wished I could have responded to any of it, but I was unable to get myself to speak, it would be a minute or so before I could. I had been dealing with an anxiety/panic attack disorder for basically my entire teens at this point… it hadn't necessarily gotten easier but I at least knew what was happening and could eventually grasp that I was going to be okay afterwards.

“Should I go?” Brad asked…

“No Brad, just sit quietly.,. I think she probably would like you to still be here once she's over it..” Laura answered, accurately intuiting my thoughts on the matter.

A few minutes went by, Calvin and Laura occasionally reminding me everything is okay, that I'm okay.

Eventually I sat up and spoke.

“ I'm sorry.,.. “ to which all three told me I had nothing to apologise for… it was comforting to hear despite me still feeling like I've interrupted everyone's night.

“I'm feeling a bit better now… could someone get me some water though?”

Brad all but jumped at the opportunity to do something to help, and was back promptly with a bottle of water.

“I'll be fine I guess I just have some things… I w… some things that I need to talk w.. with Brad about.” i stammered

“In private…” I added.

With that, Laura and Calvin left the room, reminding Brad to call for them if I start panicking again.

“So, you want to ask me something?”

“ Well uh yeah… that whole thing… I was.. well, I started worrying about….”

“Yeah? It's okay go slow”

I took some deep breaths.
“ I was worrying about how you feel about certain body p.. body parts… that I do and or d… don't have….”

I was getting worked up again z my breathing starting to race.

“ Natalia… I don't mind. but if you need me to. I can avoid touching whatever you need me to avoid.”

His understanding and thoughtful response thankfully managed to calm me back down.

“I do think I need you to avoid going down stairs.. for the moment…”

“Okay… duly noted”

“Do you want to go back to cuddling?”

“Not yet please… I'm still no touch…. Uh.. I mean..
I need a while before I can handle being touched again…”

‘No touch’ is how I had worded it throughout my early teens to my friends, my psych, my parents and Calvin.

“No touch. I got it… you lemme know when you want to cuddle again though.”

It was maybe 15 to 20 minutes before I came to a conclusion.
“ I.. uh… I think… I need to sleep in my p… parents bed…”

“That's totally okay Natalia… I'll stay out here. Sweet dreams.”

I headed to my parents bedroom, I slid beneath their covers, my head woozy from hyperventilation and alcohol… I drifted into the void of sleep far easier than usual.

I don't remember if I dreamt or not that night but I woke up, mouth dry, eyes dry… it took a second or two before recalling the night before….

“Holy shit…” slipped out of my mouth quietly.

Continued silently in my head ‘I made out with Brad. What the fuck… and it was as Natalia’

stumbled my way to the toilet… it wasn't light outside yet.

I sat down on the toilet, the stationary positron allowing me to think over the events of the last 24 hours.

‘I can't believe I'm doing it… I'm coming out as trans.. well I guess I've already come out to three people now.’

I flushed and made my way to the kitchen to have some water… People talk about all sorts of hangover cures, but I couldn't remember any of them at the time, so I just quenched my thirst, figuring that being actually hydrated couldn't hurt.

I had decided more sleep was in order too and so headed back to my parents bed.

My mouth and eyes were dry, sunlight through my parents window caused me to stir. I rubbed my eyes a little, after opening them I realised what a mistake that was. I had been wearing mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow last night and hadn't removed it prior to sleep. The black smudged transfer on my hands led me to expect the same on my face.

I shuffled into my parents' on-suite bathroom to confirm the suspicion. With a quick riffle through my mother's bathroom drawers, I quickly found make-up remover and cotton pads. I'd played around with my mother's makeup before when I was home alone, so this particular ritual was familiar, though upsetting, every other time I had removed make up it was the final step of shoving Natalia back into the duffle bag under my mattress.

my mouth and eyes still dry, I made my way to the kitchen.

“Calvi, you were at the gym for like 2 hours yesterday, can't you at least wait until your sister and I are out shopping later?”

A brief pause before and after the word ‘sister’ made it clear to me that although people were trying, that it would take time and effort before it came naturally to them, I decided the effort deserved a return of patience.

“Oh hey sleepyhead, Brad wanted to say goodbye but you were still sleeping when he had to leave for work, but he didn't want to wake you.” Laura’s preemptive explanation of his absence, hinted that she was aware I might be upset to discover him gone without such an explanation.

While she was speaking I had already grabbed a glass from the cabinet over the bench top, but waited for her to finish before filling the glass with the vital fluids my eyes and mouth currently lacked.Calvin and Laura resumed their discussion while I downed the water in 2 or 3 mouthfuls, then ate cereal for brekkie, despite it being closer to lunch time at this point.

By the time I'd finished eating, they had resolved any contention and Calvin left for the gym.

“Since Calvin's off to go sweat with his bros, we should get ready to head to the shops soon. I'll do your makeup again, if you like.”

Nodding with my mouthful of cereal loops and milk, was enough to send Laura off to go grab her makeup.

I finished my breakfast, Laura waited at the dining table with some of her makeup stuff spread out on the smooth, cold glass surface.

After she was a few strokes into brushing my hair, with a grin I could see through her mirror she said “Sooo, last night…” It caused me to blush a little at her teasing as she ran her purple and black brush through my kinda messy knotted hair.

“...Brad kissed you again.”

I blushed, nodded and eeked the word “twice” out between brush strokes,.. normally it hurt brushing my hair when it got knotty like this, I guessed she was better at detangling than I was.

She seemed to be alternating between brushing just the ends out of a section and then progressively brushing out further up the section and returning back to just the ends, with each move further up the section moving knots down into the ends of my hair before focusing just on the ends again.

“OoooOooh.” She lightly teased, while doing the opposite of teasing my hair.

“ You should probably sleep with your hair braided or something if it gets like this often, Natalia.”

“Uh,... that makes sense. I've got lots to learn I guess.”

As she worked on getting my hair detangled, I enjoyed the sliding of little balls on the ends of the bristles against my scalp, I hadn't had my hair brushed by someone else since I was a child until yesterday, and today with a less anxiety racing through me I was able to take in the experience and really enjoyed the gentle massaging of my scalp the brush achieved.

My enjoyment of the brushing eventually became audible as a quiet “oooh.” slipped from my mouth.

“Hah, cute.” Laura said as she smiled and raised her eyebrows after hearing my involuntary expression of relaxation and sensory delight.

“Today we'll go with a light neutral look, I've seen you wear eyeliner in the past, we're gonna avoid that messy smudgy emo look, I'll do your left eye, and you can try to copy on your right. I can fix it up after if you fuck it up though.”

“Uh okay… I'm not very good at keeping the lines neat”

“That's why you're going to practice, it takes practice for everyone.”

“First go shave your upper lip, it's not, like, super noticeable, but it will look even better if you reduce the shadowing and get rid of any roughness.”

A quick pass with the electric razor was enough to get my lip smooth, the shadowing was harder to notice… but unfortunately still visible.

When I got back to the table Laura used an orange liquid in a tube with a brush tip, squeezing slightly, she drew the orange fluid into the bristles and after a few lightly tickling strokes across my lips, a small foam blob shape I now know was a beauty blender was used to blend the orange across my upper lip. Looking in the mirror I was confused and doubtful that this was going to work, it looked way more orange than I thought it should.

She then undid the lid/wand of a tube of pale concealer and added a few splotchy blobs over the orange before blending it too after it sat on my lip for a moment.

After her tapping the foam against my skin a bajillion times, I peeked at her mirror and was happily surprised to see the result, no shadow to speak of, a very welcome absence.

She added a streak of the concealer under my eye, and blended it out with many light taps of the spongey foam blender. Then she had me try on the other eye
It seemed simple enough, so I managed to replicate it easily.

She sharpened her eyeliner and showed me how refined the point on the eyeliner was. Asked me to close my left eye and then ran the tip over the edge of the upper lid.

She removed her hand from resting on my cheek bone allowing me to open my eyes.

Her line was neat and thinner than I'd usually managed, I was determined to try to achieve it because I liked how it emphasised my eye but in a delicate manner.

I closed my right eye and leaned in towards the mirror on the table, steadying my hand by resting my elbow on the table.

With a very slight shake I ran the pencil tip across my lid slowly and as smoothly as I could, the pencil being sharpened was helping a lot. I managed a passable mirror image of the left eye,.. if it was also smudged slightly.

“Not bad, it'll do.”

She had me blink as she held mascara to each set of lashes and told me not to open my eyes fully before it dried. I already knew it would cause little black transfers onto my eyelids if the lashes happened to touch them.

Next was lipstick. She held up two tubes, a darker slightly plum red and a peachy darkish pink. I chose the pink

“Okay, hold your lips like this”

her left hand gently held my jaw, with her own mouth she demonstrated how she wanted me to hold mine.

After copying her mouth pose,she brought the pink lipstick up to my face, it smelled sweet and peachy and felt nice being applied to my lips.

With an “Okay, uh… stay here I'll be right back” she rushed off to the bedroom that I had been sharing with my brother just a day ago.in her absence I stared into the mirror, the contrast between how I typically felt when catching sight of my reflection and how I felt now was stark. I was sitting here and just staring at myself indefinitely rather than feeling an urge to look away or cover the mirror.

she handed me a brown leather handbag, the action accompanied by “You can keep it, I've put the makeup you've got on in it and you can just put your wallet in there too…”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, she noticed.
“upp bup bup… you'll ruin your makeup, breath. It's okay. You're okay.”

“Sorry… I'm.. I'm… just feeling really accepted and thankful…” sniffling and blinking for a short moment, I managed to get myself back together.

“You got any shoes that go with that crop top and skirt… “

I did, they weren't specifically women's shoes, just the most neutral casual canvas street shoes I had. I slipped them on, chucked my phone and wallet into the handbag I'd been bestowed and met Laura at the front door.

Nervous but excited I remembered to take some deep breaths.

“You're doing so well. We're just two women on a shopping trip and no one will see it differently, you look great.”

I was suddenly getting dizzy, my breathing got faster. I let out a timid “I…. I can't do this.”

Her hands felt particularly soft as cupped my face, tilting my head towards her eyes.

“Hun. It's okay. Sit down for a bit and just breathe.”

I wound up on the couch, doing my best to collect myself. Being Natalia was what I wanted more than anything but the anxiety was just so hard to push past.

We managed to quell the panic attack, with deep breathing, focusing on the air moving in and out and visualising the oxygen flowing into my veins and moving around my body.

At some point I noticed Laura had put on some music, alt metal with female vocals, the lyrics meant to feel empowering. It helped me pull myself together, drawing on that courage I’d also found last night.

“ Is… Is my make up okay still?”

“Yeah, it's fine.”

“then I think I'm ready…”

Laura opened the front door, she stepped out into the early afternoon sun, light shining through her hair caused the redness of the auburn to glow.

My first step out to follow her was my first step into the wider world as Natalia, while it was intimidating it was also freeing and exhilarating. I could hear my heartbeat, it seemed much louder than the world around me but my feet continued to place themselves one after the other towards the passenger seat of Laura's dark red sedan, its colour almost matched my nails.

“All good?” She asked as she closed her door, I couldn't remember closing my door, I supposed she had closed it for me.
“Uh, yeah. It would be silly to stop now I guess..”

“We can stop anytime you like, but if you need me to give you a bit of push at any point and you can't find the words for it, just squeeze my hand ok?”

I nodded, then swept the hair out of my face, doing so with a fluid motion moving my hair behind my ear, only realising just afterwards that I might've been subconsciously acting more feminine.

Laura put the same music on in the car, a playlist she had prepared for herself at some point I'd guessed. I spent the short drive trying to focus on the message of some of the lyrics, I could do this.

We pulled into a parking spot, maybe 15-20 metres from the entrance to the shopping centre. She must have noticed I was still pretty anxious as she gently took my hand “No one can tell,I promise”.

“No one can tell” I repeated her words, trying my best to open myself up to believing it.

I was led by the hand to the entrance, a woman and her 2 kids were making their way out of the centre with a half full trolley. The fact that they barely even glanced at me helped me to accept that maybe they actually couldn't tell, or at least that they didn't care.

We went inside, down an escalator and passed a number of other stores before we stepped into a department store, we got a trolley and headed to the women's clothing section. It felt different browsing this section while actually dressed as a woman, nervous for slightly different reasons.

“So, we'll grab a bunch of women's tee shirts first, that's an obvious first step to start filling out your new wardrobe, got a favourite colour?”

“..uh… purple.” consciously focusing on the softness and pitch of my voice.

“Great, they have the same colours in crop tops too, we'll grab black purple and white, 2 tees of each colour and 2 crops of each colour.”

She looked me up and down for a second, grabbed the shirts in medium and added them to the trolley.

As we browsed further a dress caught my eye, a black cotton button up with a dress shirt style collar and two front pockets… the anxiety of the situation dropped away a little as I began imagining myself wearing beautiful clothes I’d previously denied myself.

“ Oooh, cute.You should try that on. But we'll grab a few more before you do.” It wasn't difficult to read the purposeful encouragement in her voice.

I'd never tried on any women's clothes before buying them in the past, instead guessing and hoping. It seemed far more approachable now though, I was after all, already dressed as a woman in public.

“Ooh what about this?” she was holding another black dress, sleeveless, the shoulders were wide bands forming a v neck at the front before they crossed over the bust area, the slightly shimmering stretchy fabric neatly bunched up at the sides from the waist down, becoming looser on the way to just above the knees.

“...You… think it would suit me?” I felt unsure, trying to picture myself in it.

“Yeah, absolutely. You're gonna need a few sexier outfits.”

I hadn't prepared myself for clothes shopping to lead to imagining myself going out to dinners, parties or clubs in sexier outfits. I froze up, my shoulders tensed and I tried my best to take deep breaths, but found them growing shallower and quicker.

“Oh, hun… it's okay, take it easy.”
She led me to the change rooms, I stepped into the closest empty one, closed the door and sat down on the stool. I tried to focus on breathing, but the racing thoughts made it difficult.

“You're going to be okay, I'm going to give you a moment, I'll be back with some stuff for you to try on.. text me if you need me before then” Laura's voice was quiet through the gap between the door and the changing stall walls.

I sat for a few minutes in the small box, with its 3 wall hooks, mirror and the stool I was sitting on. I tried to slow my breathing and just work through the racing thoughts.
I did want to eventually get to a point where I could wear sexier clothing in public, it was something I'd dreamt about, but it was also terrifying, maybe I could do it though, for a long time I'd thought that what I'd already done so far was practically impossible… I started to calm down.

“You doing okay in there? I have 3 dresses for you to try on.”

“I'm…I'm feeling… a bit better.” My voice was only a little unsteady.

“Good, good, I'm actually really enjoying hanging out with you, most of my girlfriends have been either working or studying most of the time lately so I haven't had many girls days or nights out.”

I opened the door and Laura stepped into the space with 3 dresses, hanging them on the wall. I didn't immediately investigate the third dress as I was still stuck on the fact she sincerely considered this a girls day out, it was heartwarming.

“Do you want me to stay in here with you?”

“Uh… yeah.” On one hand it's awkward having someone watch, on the other hand her presence made me comfortable, someone to help if anything went wrong.

I stripped to my underwear and she handed me the first dress, the one I had picked out. It was easy to put on, like a button up dress shirt.. only it was much longer with many more buttons…

“You have a good eye Natalia,.. that looks really great on you” her eyes scanned me up and down.

The mirror seemed to agree with her, it fit well, felt and looked good. It would be a nice addition to my wardrobe.

I reluctantly took it off and hung it up on a separate hook.

Laura handed me the sexier black dress.

Stretchy, with no zip or fasteners, I pulled it on over my head like it was a sleeveless shirt, the stretch fabric felt nice, and the ruffled seams settled nicely either side of my waist and hips.

“I have to take you on a Girl's night out in that at some point! Girl, you look so good.” I wondered if any of the guys from high school saw me at a club like this would they offer to buy me a drink,.. that is if they didn't recognise me… although It was becoming easier to doubt anyone's ability to do so.

“Okay, this last one is because I thought we should get you at least one non-black dress today.”

She was holding a light blue floral sundress.

I slipped out of the figure hugging black dress and then into the sundress, its lightly frilled sleeves rested on my forearms hanging just off of my shoulders, the waist was stretch fit and accentuated my bust comprised of 2 pairs of cheap stick on silicone bra inserts, the skirt of the dress draped freely around my hips and legs.

An absolute yes, obviously, and it must have shown on my face or maybe it was the playful swishing of the skirt that brought Laura's next remark.
“I'm so glad you're having a good time again.”

I blushed, she laughed gently.

We looked through more racks of clothes, and we both tried on a few more pieces. I ended up with a few skirts, shorts, some women's jeans, leggings, a women's sun hat and some women's sunglasses before we moved on.

A few steps into the aisle of women's underwear, I reached out to Laura's hand, gently squeezing it.

“It's okay, I'm here. Remember, firstly, no one can tell, at all! Secondly, no one would even care, they're just here shopping too. You can do this.”

The first two points she made helped a little and I found myself agreeing with the third, I could do this.

I stepped further into the aisle, taking note of how nothing bad was happening and that I was ultimately fine.

The variety of sizes, colours, textures and styles of underwear made me feel both happy and a little intimidated. How was I supposed to choose? Especially since I didn't actually have a bra size, I didn't have tits…

“Uh… Laura…?”

“What's up?”

“ I have no idea what bra size I should be…” My mouth stopped even though my mind kept going, what size would be too small? what would be too big? How do I figure out what band size I am?

“Oh right. Uh hmmmm. Let's have a look…”

She pulled out a few sizes of the same particular bra and held them up against my chest, she settled on a band size and then asked for my opinion while cycling between 4 different cup sizes held up to my chest.

“Do you feel like being a little more busty or a little more tame?”

I had no idea, and I said as much.

“I was leaning towards C but I like the D cup on you honestly, looks like it would suit your frame.” she continued, as if noticing my hesitation and wanting to smooth things over a little to help me calm down.

“Uh,.. okay I guess I can be a D cup” it felt good to settle on a size, despite the slight bit of concern that D sounded a little big.

We began looking for bras in my new size, it narrowed the options a little, we found a few different options that I liked and Laura helped make sure I had bras that suited different neck lines etc. We bought some matching undies for some of the bras and a few bulk packs too, as well as a few sets of pantyhose in different shades etc.

“Do you wear heels?” Laura asked, while walking towards the women's shoe section.

“Um,.. I've never actually worn heels, but I do love the way they look”

“Well, that changes today!”
She had me sit down and then brought me a few shoes of the same style but in a few different sizes.

“I'm guessing these will fit, but I brought a size up and a size down to check”

I took my shoes off, then I slid one foot into the shoes, the smallest didn't fit, and the largest had too much room,... She had guessed right.

“Okay, sweet, you're an Aus woman's size 10, not the worst, a lot of shoes have pretty limited size ranges but you shouldn't be too limited as a 10”

I tried on maybe 10 different pairs of shoes, settling on 3 pairs of heels of different styles, 2 different pairs of slip-on flats and a pair of white and pink women's high top sneakers.

After the shoes we headed towards the checkout, I assumed Laura had some good reasons we weren't going to the makeup section of this department store as we walked right past it.

At checkout and Laura offered to pay for half of my new clothes as a coming out gift, it almost made me cry again in the store… She was being so supportive of me.

“Let's get this stuff back to the car first”

The trip to the car and back was largely uneventful, except that Laura encouraged me to change shoes to one of the new pairs of heels, they were an ankle high Black suede lace up boot with a slightly tapered 2 inch heel,I found that they weren't that difficult to walk in, but that they caused me to walk with a bit more sway in my steps.

After stepping off the escalator onto to the main floor of the shopping centre we headed a different direction this time passing a few different women’s clothes stores (Laura remarked about taking me to one of them another day) until we arrived at a a big brightly lit store front, with black and white shiny interior signs denoting each different sections of the store.

Laura basically dragged me in and we went directly to look at the foundations of 2 different brands which I figured must have been her preferred brands. I thought I may as well trust her on their quality.

“We gotta find your shade, I think you're a bit lighter than the shade I used on you, even though I managed to make it work… and you're a little cooler toned too.”

She squirted a few different skin toned cream onto the backs of my hands and blended them a little before wiping them off again and we settled on “ivory”, I hadn't really realised just how pale I was until this point.

She grabbed a concealer and an orange colour corrector then me moved onto eyeliners, eyeshadows and mascara.

We looked through the different colour eyeliners and the pallets of eyeshadows, and she pointed out colours that she thought would go well with my skin tone, eye colour and hair colour. We grabbed a few shadow pallets and liner pencils and a single mascara tube.

“These will be great to start, some neutral tones, some pinks and purples and complementary tones of greens and blues.”

I was glad she was confidently taking control, I was a little lost Frankly.She grabbed a few other things like brushes, a nail file, some make up remover wipes etc. We had a basket full by the time we headed towards the checkout.

“Hey Laura, how are you doing?” The woman at the check out clearly recognised Laura.

“Eyy, thought you might be working today, I'm doing fine, you?”

“Oh, yeah, you know… work’s work right… Who's your friend?”

“This is Natalia, Calvin's sister.”

“Oh, I didn't know he had a sister.. Nice to meet you Natalia, I'm Claire.” She offered a slight smile in my direction.

“Hi…” I managed.

“She's... a bit shy.”

“Ah, only just starting to get into makeup?”

she had at least put two and two together that this assortment of make up was for me and that it was the sort of assortment one might get when just starting out, I was hoping she hadn't also put it together with the fact that Calvin didn't have a sister.

“Yeah, some girls don't really get into it until their late teens. You're lucky to have Laura's help though”

I could breathe again… she hadn't seemed to question my gender.

Claire finished scanning and bagging everything before.
“Okay that comes to two hundred and twenty six dollars and sixty cents.. cash or card?”

“Uh,.. C..” I started before Laura interrupted “Card please Claire. And here's my membership card for the discount”. She was clearly determined to pay, maybe feeling responsible for the magnitude of the purchase.

Claire and Laura talked for a moment but I was lost in thought until I heard “It was nice meeting you Natalia, see you next time” and responded with a wave.

Laura and I headed towards the food court, having woken up late, I'd had a late breakfast and no lunch… I didn't let Laura pay for my lunch as well. We wound up on a four seated table together with a maccas cheeseburger each. I ate a little more carefully, aware that I could mess up my makeup.

My phone vibrated in my hand bag, it was a text from Brad.

“Hey, sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, I had to get to work and didn't wanna wake you, hope you're doing well, you busy Monday night?”

I blushed.

“That was Brad wasn't it?”

I nodded.

“Need some help responding?”

“ I.. I just need a moment.”

I took some deep breaths, then started tapping away a response to Brad.

“ Hey, no worries, and I don't have any plans for Monday night.”

I wanted to say many more things, but I was worried about being too much too fast.

Laura and I talked for a while, eventually she asked “Your parents get back tomorrow right? Sunday Arvo?”

“Yeah,... I'm not really looking forward to it… I have no idea how they're going to react.”

“Do you want me to be there? Or do you think it should just be a family thing?”

“I have no idea Laura… I have no idea how it's going to go… it's kinda overwhelming to think about.” I was raising my voice just a little, though I was trying hard not to lose my composure since we were in public.

“It's gonna be okay nat, Calvin and I have already talked through some plans for handling it all, so just try not to think too much about it okay…” to which I gave a sincere “I'll try.”

We took our macca's rubbish to the nearest bins on the way back to the car parks. I was glad my feet weren't hurting at all from walking in heels for the first time, I liked the way they looked and felt, they did make me just a little tall though and I worried maybe my height would make me stand out and be a cause for scrutiny about my gender… I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind, but the only thoughts I could find to replace them with were also negative and self-doubting…

Once we were back in the car I asked Laura

“While we've been out, did I do anything that could have drawn attention to the fact I'm a dude… or uhh,... trans…?”

“No Natalia. You did good.”

I must have looked like I was struggling to believe her because she followed it up with “Hun, no one could tell, I promise.”

“Okay, I guess I'll take your word for it,.. I probably can't really trust my own thoughts to be unbiased against myself in this context”

“That's a very analytical way of putting that… but yeah”

We listened to a different playlist on the way home, maybe 4 songs before we got back home.

“I can help you get your stuff inside but I gotta go back to my place tonight, I gotta feed my cat and study and stuff.”

“Oh, okay…”

“You better send me pics if you play with your new makeup tonight though!” Laura made us both laugh a bit there..

She helped get my stuff inside and was gone soon after. I left the clothes in their bags and put them on my bed in the bedroom that I was no longer going to share with my brother. I took the makeup to my desk, placed a small mirror onto the desk. In the past I had done this alone with only one or two items of makeup and no real idea what I was doing. Now I was alone again but I had way more makeup and a much better idea of what to do.

I sat for the next few hours or so wiping off make up and putting make up on again differently, trying to get an idea of what colours look good on my eyelids together and how to blend them, also playing with using the silver eyeliner pencil as the first couple millimetres of my inner eyeliner, I had recalled seeing women put lighter colours in this area of the eye to make them feel more open or something…

When Calvin got home he mostly left me to continue what I was doing until around 8:30 or so..

“Hey Jacob, you want pizza?,... Sorry I mean Natalia.”

“Yes, uh.. a large Aussie, please..”

“Okay, I'll let you know when it gets here,..”

I got back to practicing drawing on my face, taking a few photos every so often and sending some to Laura. For the rest of the night the only other interruptions were the pizza and a text from Brad saying he had booked somewhere for Monday night, that It wasn't super fancy but hopefully a nice place for a first date. I had to pick out what to wear at some point between now and then but I was content for the moment to just continue playing with makeup.

Eventually I got tired and laid down on my bed. I reasoned that Calvin could have the couch especially since, depending on how coming out to my parents went, I'd potentially be moving this bed to the office.

It took a while to fall asleep since I struggled to stop walking through the variety of different ways my parents might react, but eventually I found myself dosing off.

“Natalia… Natalia”, I barely registered the voice. “Oi, Natalia!” Calvin almost shouted, it took a moment before I realised he was talking to me, while I'd often thought of myself as Natalia, I clearly was not yet fully used to others referring to me with the name.

“You only have like 4 hours before mum and dad get home, Laura will be over later, you should probably get up.”

“Fuuuuck, ugh..” I sat up, anxious about how the day would go. “...Laura said you two had a plan or something?” I rubbed my dry eyes, no smudgy makeup transfer this time, I should probably have been drinking more water though and maybe my eyes wouldn't get so dry.

Calvin ran me through the gist of the plan, basically they were going to welcome my parents home, help them get their stuff inside, get them settled down, offer to make coffee etc. Then they would message me when they thought I should come out and reintroduce myself to my parents as their daughter.

As I ate breakfast Calvin was tidying, maybe to make the environment more pleasant to minimize the chance that our parents would be in a bad mood when they got home or maybe just because he was also feeling anxious and needed to keep himself busy.

I knew Laura might be interested in helping with my makeup later so I showered, shaved and blow dried my hair before making my way to the bedroom to pick out what to wear.

After shuffling through the bags of new clothes, and holding things up against my body, I settled on a black skirt with wide pleats, a purple crop tee, some fairly opaque black pantyhose and the black suede lace up boots with the 2 inch heel. I was going for distinctly cute and feminine but what I hoped my parents might find respectable or at least acceptable.

I spent some time brushing and trying to style my hair a little, as Laura had done before. By the time I was happy with it, Laura was standing at the bedroom door, she surprised me, saying “You're learning quick..” eliciting “Jeez,.. you scared the shit out me…” as a reaction.
“ha, Sorry about that, you want me to do your makeup?”
“Yes... please“ I managed some politeness despite the anxiety and dread building up.

She worked her magic, flickering the soft bristles of makeup brushes across my face with practised intent, every now and then she sat back and looked at me before apparently finding something to tweak. She didn't explain or describe any steps or even verbally ask me to move my head or mouth, her hand moving my face or her making a certain expression for me to copy was enough. I was partially afraid of how long she was taking but also might have liked it if the whole day could have just consisted of having a pretty girl fuss over me,.. not that I was specifically attracted to Laura, she was pretty but it would obviously be wrong to be thinking of my brother's girlfriend as anything more than a friend.

“We've got probably half an hour or so now.” Calvin warned us, he seemed a bit uncomfortable, but it was clear he was trying hard to seem prepared and relaxed, despite having paced around the house making sure every other little thing was in its place.

Laura hugged me before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. The hug was gentle and soft but comforting and reassuring. Being alone, there were no interruptions to the building anticipation and anxiety.
The fear of potential rejection. I’d heard my parents make a few problematic comments here and there in the past that had me feeling uneasy about which way things would go regardless of Calvin reassuring me that they already thought I was gay.

I became hyper aware of the muffled sound I could hear through the door and walls, at first it was just Calvin and Laura talking, soon their talking grew distant, I heard the front door closing behind them, silence for a few minutes. The sounds of car doors closing was only just barely audible from here. The sounds of footsteps, suitcases rolling on the hallway floorboards, doors opening and closing and muffled voices all mixed together for a while until it was only voices again. They were likely settling down now, it became harder and harder to hear their voices as my heartbeat and breathing became louder.

My body began to shake slightly as every muscle in my body seemed to be under tension, my shoulders were pulled up and in, my arms against my chest, my fingers began to ache in the tightening grip they had around my phone. I felt frozen in place, my desire to leave, to be anywhere else, seemed to be overridden. I don't know how long I was in this state, I wasn't particularly aware of time passing... Have you ever felt like you were a constantly shrinking spec falling into an infinite chunk of cheap mattress foam… I don't know how else to describe it but that's how I felt. Reality was some sort of indecipherable multisensory background noise, my sense of self was reduced to a simple point of observation to that noise.

The buzz sound and vibration against my chest was enough to pull me back out of it, though I wanted to just immediately check my phone. It took at least a minute to get my body to physically relax enough to comply. The message from Laura “You can come out now, if you're ready. Take your time if you need to, message me back if you need me to come to you”.

It may have been Adrenaline, it only took a few minutes for me to get up and open the door, the heels I was wearing weren't difficult to walk in but my steps down the hallway were unstable and awkward anyway. As I approached the threshold of the loungeroom I heard Calvin clear his throat and take a deep breath. “Mum, dad… Uh, Jacob has something he wants to talk to you two about”. I could barely notice a hint of awkwardness in his voice except in the way he said ‘Jacob’ and ‘he’.

“...Mum… dad…” I began, my voice shaky, not yet in their view. It took so much to get my body to actually get any words out and it took even more to actually step out. I felt like I was in slow motion watching their facial expressions go from the usual almost blank to confused and confrontational.

“Jesus fucking christ Jacob, Couldn't you at least be one of those respectable gays that have the decency not to shove it in people's fucking faces?” half-shouted the man who was supposed to be my father.

My mother piled on too, “I knew you were using my makeup, I thought you were just doing that whole emo thing, but this Jacob, what is this Jacob?”

“... Uh…. I…. Uh”, there was no way to get my body to say words or really do anything at this point, it seemed to be taking all I had to continue breathing and stay conscious.

Laura moved to my side, turned to Calvin, seemingly discounting communication with my parents as being a non-option, she flatly said “ I'm gonna get Natalia out of here. She doesn't need this”.

Mention of my new name furthered my mothers incredulity, “....‘Natalia’...? What the fuck is going on?”

I wasn't prepared for it, no one was but Calvin began shouting at them “Mum, Dad, Stop It, Just shut the fuck up!... I'm not going to just let you fucking interrogate her. This is not the reaction she deserves. You're both gonna just shut the fuck up until she's gone.” His voice was almost earth shaking, his muscular build and size lending heavily to the intimidation that forced my parents into a state of silent shock.

The looks on their faces faded back to blank expressions, their wide eyes were pinned on me until Laura pulled me out of view into the hallway. I don't know how, but my body seemed to follow Laura's lead, her hand firmly holding mine. Time didn't seem to resume its normal pace until we were in Laura's car pulling away from the house.

Laura repeated a few times as slowly and calmly as she could. “You're gonna be fine Natalia, you're safe with me.”
Her words didn't register in my head. ‘I wasn't really there, I couldn't be, this wasn't happening, because none of this could have happened’ denying reality was all I could do at that moment, and I was out of it for the whole trip, only snapping out of it when Laura having clearly already parked was helping me out of the passenger side of the car. “That's it, you're doing great, now just a few more steps”

She had brought me to her front door, unlocked it and led me inside.
Her open plan unit was small but tidy, a basic modern interior, white walls with off white tiles. I sat on the charcoal grey L shaped lounge suite against the wall opposite the wall mounted flatscreen TV. I placed my handbag down on the glass surface of the black steel framed coffee table.

She handed me a glass of water as she said “You're safe here okay, Calvin will be here later with your new clothes and some of your other stuff.”

I nodded as an acknowledgement that I'd heard her, I wasn't ready to speak. My mind had only just begun processing reality again, the events that lead me to where I now sat seemed distant and intangible, I was at that point genuinely feeling unsure if they had really happened, some subconscious part of my brain pulled my focus to my new surroundings, shoving the other thoughts away into the void.

What stood out most in the room and quickly caught my eye was a bright lilac glazed, ceramic piece. A roughly formed cobra was coiled around the outside of a rough bowl with its head sticking up and hanging partially over the bowl. In the bowl were Laura's keys, a few pens, two remotes, some dice, random coins, a few hair ties and hair clips etc. The lilac bowl which must have been something Laura made in high school was accompanied by a box of tissues and a small jar of MnMs.

I investigated both of the remotes, I turned the tv on, I wasn't looking for anything specific I simply needed something to occupy my mind, the MnMs found their way out of the jar and into my stomach. I was mentally exhausted to the point that I hadn't really considered that I was in someone else's space, and that these were their belongings until Laura had come back into the room.

She had changed into some grey tracky dacks and a loose black tee shirt, her face only looked a little different without makeup, but it was enough of a difference for me to find myself studying it.

“How we doing?” was all I heard her say, and I hope it was all she had said.

“... I'm okay… I guess… sorry for eating all your MnMs.”
I suddenly felt like I was imposing, I felt like this was just the beginning of me being a huge burden to her.

“Sweetheart, nooo. It's fine. You're all good, I want you to feel safe here,.. come with me”
She reached down, helped me to My feet and lead me into her hallway, she pointed at each of the 5 doors in turn“bathroom, toilet, laundry, my room, your room” she opened the door to ‘my room’, it was relatively small, with a built-in wardrobe, a desk and an office chair.

“Hopefully Calvin and I can grab your bed later in the week” she said after giving me a few moments to take in the space.

“...My room?...” I was almost whispering.

“Yeah,... I mean,.. if you like.”

“I,.. uh… you’d let me stay here?... I… I don't want to impose… I'm sorry.. I…”

“ Look... It's fine. You're not imposing. I'm offering.” Her voice got softer and became slightly muted when her head passed mine, she was squeezing me much more tightly than the last hug. I almost immediately began crying, her tight hug wasn't enough to hold me up but she slowly lowered me to the floor, sitting with me against the wall as I cried. My eyes were sore and my throat ached by the time my crying had become a weak sob, her arms never left my sides the whole time. As my sobs grew gentler I adjusted my back and sat up straighter against the wall. When I looked up Laura was looking back at me, tears had left tracks on her face, I hadn't even realised she had been crying as well, for some reason it made me feel more comfortable.

She wiped a tear away from her face, took a deep breath, held it in for a moment and then while she exhaled she let out an exasperated “fuuuuuuuuucking hell.” and after a few more breaths added “ugh, I needed that…”.
tears continued rolling down my face although I was no longer sobbing.

I'd never had someone just sit with me as I cried, I'd half expected her to tell me to snap out of it or to pull myself together, the idea of needing to cry ran counter to what had been instilled in me throughout my life up until this point. ’toughen up’, ‘stop crying and be a man’, ‘crying is for wimps and pussies’,... This moment was enough to bring all that into question. Laura gave me a hopeful comforting smile, “feeling any better?”.

Was I? Physically I felt like shit, but my mind was clearer, I was able to think through things, I felt calm and so I responded “A bit, yeah”. Crying had helped, I had to wonder how much toxic shit I was yet to unlearn.

“Oh, that's Calvi now… He grabbed dinner on the way too” Laura said after hearing her front door open and close. I followed her out into the hall but stopped at the bathroom to clean up my makeup a bit. I wasn't ashamed at the idea of Calvin seeing I'd been crying, but the black smudged and lines down my face weren't really doing it for me.

Laura and Calvin were sitting on the couch together sharing a large box from one of my favourite fish and chips places “I got you a battered sav, and some dimsims.” Calvin said as he and Laura shuffled over giving me space to sit on the lounge. Right after sitting I took off my boots and started eating.

“Sorry you had to see me yelling like that, I just couldn't let them treat you like that” Calvin was aware of how intimidating he had been and clearly concerned that it may have been difficult for me to handle. I swallowed the bite of dimsim I was chewing on “ it's okay Calvin, your yelling… was one of the least difficult parts”.

After we all finished eating, we watched some house renovation tv show,... Calvin pointed out all the mistakes the people were making in the show and Laura indulged his engagement with the show, I however knew shit all about construction or renovation, so I just kinda watched quietly until my eyes got heavy and wouldn't stay open.

—

I was standing in the hallway, my heartbeat somehow echoing off the walls. At first it was dark, then the loungeroom faded in, everything was blurry, only a small area in the centre of my view was in focus, my parents' faces, their anger, their disgust.

My father's voice was at first distant and muffled but grew clearer “...have the decency not to shove it in people's fucking faces!”... It echoed along with my heavy loud heartbeat. His face was a twisted mess of disappointment, anger and hate.

The air felt thick, I could barely breathe, I was locked in place by some dense invisible force.

As my father's face lost focus I heard a scornful muffled whine coming from my mother. It was again indecipherable at first, but soon its clarity matched that of the thumping of my heart.“...but this Jacob, what is this Jacob?” her words stung as if they were sharp and searingly hot.

Everything began to fade with Laura's echoing voice
“I'm gonna get Natalia out of here. She doesn't deserve this”.

—

I was still on Laura's couch, she was holding me, “hey, hey… you're alright… you must've been having a nightmare, you were moving around and mumbling.”
She handed me a glass of water, waiting until she was sure I had a good grip on the glass before actually letting it go.

I sat up and drank the water slowly, my heart beat slowed as the grasp I had on what I had been dreaming about slipped away. “C'mon,.. up,..” she said as she helped me up, she grabbed my handbag and led me down the hallway towards her room. “ That couch is not comfy to sleep on at all… I'll go grab the nightie we got you and give you a moment to change”

She sat me down on her bed, then hurried off out of the room, her room wasn't huge, but it was the larger of the two bedrooms. Her double bed that I was now sitting on was against the back wall to the left of the door and her built-in wardrobe with mirror sliding doors was on the opposite wall. She also had a large dresser with a mirror on it against the back wall, next to the window.

She came back into the room with a pack of makeup remover wipes and my nightie, after wiping off my makeup for me, she left the room so I could change. I slipped off my skirt, crop top and pantyhose. I only briefly sighed about the reaction the outfit earned from my parents before I slipped soft silky the nightie over my body. “I'm changed” I called out after picking up my discarded clothing, Laura had me put them in her washing basket in the corner.

“You can have this side” Laura offered as she pulled the blankets up off the bed for me. I made my way under the blankets a little awkwardly and laid on my back as far over to the edge of the bed as I could… I hadn't shared a bed with anyone since I sleepovers as a kid, I was also expecting Laura to want me to stick to this side of the bed.

My discomfort must have shown on my face or something.”Natalia… What's wrong? Do you need the bed yourself?”

“...uh… no, you can stay… I just… I thought maybe you'd like me to leave you some space…”

“You can spread out and get comfy.”

“Are you… sure?.. I don't want to make you uncomfortable”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?”

“I, uh… I’m…“ I was starting to get emotional, I couldn't get any more words out.

“Natalia. you're trans, not a plague ridden monster” Laura's voice was gentle even as she laughed a little… She reached over and pulled me towards the middle of the bed to hold me against her in a tight embrace, my tears ran between my cheek and her shoulder into her sheets. She loosened her grip on me but continued to hug me for what seemed like an hour before I realised she had fallen asleep with her arms around me, at which point I gave myself permission to fall asleep too.

—-

I woke up to Laura wriggling her body to slide her arms out from around me. I was only fully awake by the time she had just closed the bedroom door behind herself.
‘Shit. Fucking, damn it. Fuck’ were the words that came to mind just after I realised my dick was erect half poking out from the band of my underwear , I had only a slight hope she hadn't realised… I closed my eyes as soon as I heard her coming back into the room. As I laid there pretending to asleep, Laura placed a glass of water on her nightstand and sat back on her bed.

In a quiet hushed tone she asked flatly “Are you awake Nat?” she paused for a moment, sipped some water and then followed up with “if you are awake Natalia, you can relax and stop pretending to be asleep. It's natural and you shouldn't feel embarrassed about it, I know you can't just decide whether or not to have morning wood.”.

‘fuck’... She had absolutely realised…. I was no longer pretending to be asleep, I was wishing I could vanish, refusing to open my eyes… “I was going to just chill in bed for a while longer, but I can go lay on the couch for a bit if you need me to”

Now I had to wrestle between forcing her out of her room or acknowledging my embarrassment…

“... I… I don't want to make you leave your own bedroom… I can go…”

“I'm not afraid of your boner Natalia… it's okay if you wanna just lay there and go back to sleep and if you would rather go jack off in the shower or something, that's fine too.”

“...sorry... ”

“You don't need to apologise, I want you to feel comfortable and safe living here.”

She laid back down on the bed, scrolling on her phone and sipping from her glass of water. It took a while before I felt comfortable asking“Laura… where do you keep the towels? I'd like to take a shower” I almost expected her to laugh or something but she was chill, she just said
“There should be one or two hanging on the towel rack in the bathroom”

I slid myself out from under the blankets, making sure my nightie didn't ride up or anything and headed out to the bathroom. The bathroom wasn't tiny but it certainly wasn't big, white tiles and a faux marble counter, there was a shower and a separate bathtub.

Laura had at some point put my toothbrush in the little cup with hers and the one she kept here for whenever my brother stayed the night with her, I had a look in the drawers, she had cleared one out and put my bathroom things in it already.

I got the shower going and slipped the silky nightie up over my head and then stared at myself in the mirror. It wasn't what I really really wanted my body to look like, but it was absolutely a few steps in the right direction. I stripped out of my underwear and that's when I realised I left my phone in the bedroom…

“ Laura…. Could you bring me my phone?”

I looked at myself in the mirror a few more times, glancing at myself from different angles… It felt good to think people might just see a woman, at least from a few angles…

Laura knocked, and I moved behind the door and accepted the phone from the other side, using the door to cover myself.

I checked my phone, I didn't know what I wanted to see, there were no messages from anyone… Did I want messages from my parents apologising? Would that be enough? No… it wouldn't.

I put on some music, and climbed into the shower.

Even my shampoo and conditioner had been moved here… I took a few deep breaths and let the warm water run through my hair and down my body, my erection had partially dissipated by this point, but thinking about it for a moment brought it back,... If I was going to live here I would have to get comfortable doing this here at some point. I closed my eyes and began touching myself, after a few strokes I began imagining lips parting making way from me, sliding into them,... It was a cute brunette girl I had a crush on last year, I hadn't seen her since graduating,... Not that I had ever spoken to her.

I began stroking myself with more purpose, I thought of those lips around the shaft, I imagined her face, but it slowly became my own face, they were my lips around the shaft… I imagined Brad's voice, telling me to keep going… the motion of my hand grew faster.

In the past the image might have disturbed me, I would have felt ashamed, but not now… I picked up the pace, I was imagining myself masturbating while taking Brad in my mouth… I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, reaching for my climax. I felt it nearing, my legs began to give way. “Uuoooh… oh fuuck.”I shuddered, my cock throbbed in my hand as it released its load onto the shower floor while the wave of pleasure moved through me. “ooooh, god.” It had to have been one of the most intense orgasms I'd had so far.

I finished showering, dried myself and then wrapped the towel around myself. Despite not having breasts, I wrapped the towel starting at my chest as if I did.

I walked to ‘my room’, although it didn't feel like it was really mine yet, after having noticed my toothbrush and other bathroom things having been already given a new home I wasn't surprised to find my new clothes hanging in the wardrobe and folded in the drawers. It may have not really felt like my place, but Laura was doing her best to help me feel welcome.

“Why don't you wear that new button up dress? Don't forget you have a date tonight with Brad.” Laura called out from her bedroom. And then added from my doorway “Although I'm sure he would understand if you needed to postpone after how yesterday went.”

“I think I want to go on the date, it's a little scary, well… very scary… but I… well.. he's… uh..”

“He is very cute…” Laura found the words for me.

“Yeah.. and I really want something to occupy my thoughts.”

She left me to get dressed, I headed to the kitchen for my breakfast… Laura pointed out where everything in the kitchen was. “Cups here, cutlery in this drawer… cereal and bread in the pantry, obviously… and oh. Is oat milk okay? I'm a little lactose intolerant…”

“Yeah, it's fine, so am I.”

“Great… are you going to be okay on your own,..? I'm gonna go get some more groceries for us but I'll be back in like an hour or two…”

“Got it,.. I'll message you if I need anything, but I think I'll be okay.”

I made myself some cereal, sat down and messaged Brad. I let him know about how my parents reacted, that I'd kinda moved in with Laura and that I was still up for the date later. I felt less anxious talking with Brad now.

“I'm so sorry that you're dealing with all that Natalia. if you need to cancel or postpone I would totally understand, I can't imagine how much you must be struggling at the moment. I'm glad Laura's looking out for you.”

I sent him the new address followed by “I looking forward to tonight” followed by two kiss emojis. And I was, but I was also anxious about it, worried I was going to make Brad uncomfortable by doing something that would expose me as a ‘man in a dress’ while we were out in public together.

With the first week of uni coming up in just over a week from now, I figured I should email the administration Office about my gender transition and my change of address so they could correct their systems and documents, I drafted an email, deleting and rewriting the whole thing probably 20 times before deciding to just leave it until Laura got back, she could help me with it.

Laura got home soon after, I helped her get the groceries inside and she pointed out some things she had bought for me, ice cream, chocolate, chips and other snacks… “ I may have gone a little overboard with the comfort foods, I was just thinking of all the things I want when I'm having a hard time.”

Again Laura was making me cry happy tears, “ thank you for all this Laura. I was going to ask you to look at an email I've been trying to write to the Uni, but you've already done so much for me.”

“You would have my back too if I needed help, although I'm not rich or anything, so you will be paying half the rent and groceries going forward, obviously. And maybe we can work out a house work rotation of something…”

I awkwardly pushed just a tad further “Yeah, of course… one more thing… would you do my makeup for my date tonight?”

Laura sat down next to me at the kitchen bench, she looked me in the eyes and said “I would be more than happy to do that for you, a first date is a big deal”.

“I guess it is a pretty big deal, I'm trying to do my best to not get all up in my head or freak out, the last few days have been a lot and I've got uni starting soon too. Uuugh, what am I doing… ” I dropped my head into my hands with my elbows on the bench top.

Laura lowered her head and swept some of my hair out of the way to continue looking into my eyes while she answered my rhetorical question “... Being brave, being true to yourself ?”

“ ughh, It’s soooo haaaard!”

“That's what she said, haha… it is gonna be worth it though Nat, you'll look back one day and wonder how you spent so much time before now pretending to be something you weren't…”

“That feels like it's going to be a long way off, if I even do get there.”

“Of course you will, from what I've seen over the last few days, you are very capable of bravery and determination.”

“What are you talking about? I've fallen apart and hyperventilated so much in the last few days.”

“An anxiety disorder takes bravery to fight, you've pushed past it to get to this point. That's brave. Now let's get you all prettied up”

This time Laura had me sit at her dresser, which had 3 large built-in mirrors, plus another smaller mirror with a ring light built into its edge. In the past I had often been uncomfortable looking at myself in mirrors, but lately even without makeup I've been finding myself looking at my features with hope, having seen what I can look like with more than a little effort.

Laura put on some music and started working on my face, starting with my first literal experience of ‘beauty is pain’. Waxing hurts like a mother fucker, but looking in the mirror it was a very clear difference, it was surprising how much the shape of my eyebrows effected the overall femininity of my face, Laura mentioned that women also often waxed their upper lip and chin but that it would probably be even more painful for me as my hairs were potentially stronger and denser, that I should probably just start laser hair removal soon.

I watched in the various mirrors as she worked through the concealer, foundation, some light contouring and my lips. I would have continued watching but she needed me to close my eyes and look up etc to do my eyes, but when she was done with them I of course instantly checked my reflection, I wasn't just cute or beautiful, I was hot. I was more than a little excited for Brad to see me like this and Laura noticed. “Ah, hold on…” as I started going red in the face she was messaging someone on her phone and then she looked up from her phone.

“so, uh…, brad will be here in like 10-20 mins so you should take care of that real quick and then Shawna sent me some resources for how to tuck better”

“I uh… okay…” With my hands barely covering where my dick was tenting the front of my dress I made my way to my room. As there was still no bed , I sat on the desk chair, pulled up my dress and pulled down my satin panties. I had no trouble summoning the images in my mind, Brad's body made me feel things that I hadn't let myself feel before for a man. I didn't t know how it would feel to do things with Brad, I also wasn't even sure it would even happen, but I definitely wanted it to, I wanted to run my hands over his bare chest and abdomen, I wanted to taste his cock, I was still just starting to get used to being honest with myself about it but it turned me on so much imagining him pulsating and jerking in my mouth, releasing over my tongue and down my throat.

With the vivid images in my mind I stroked and jerked eventually with enough energy that the chair began to squeak, The idea of cum in my mouth was enticing, I decided I'd try tasting my own so that I was more prepared and wouldn't react so surprised, my plan got me so worked up that it was only a few more enthusiastic strokes before I felt the waves of pleasure rising and beginning to move through my body, my ejaculate spurted out harder than I had anticipated, the majority in an initial spurt flew out onto the desk In front of me and then the rest oozed out into my hand,.. before the glow of my horniness left, I bent over and licked the desk clean, the taste and texture were peculiar to start with but by no means unpleasant, it couldn't see myself having any issues if things went in that direction with Brad at any point.

“Based on the sudden silence , I'm assuming you're done, can I come in? I've got tissues for you and a makeshift gaffe based on the instructions from Shawna”

“ Uh,... I probably should have thought about grabbing tissues beforehand… I can't really put.. uh… myself.. away without cleaning myself up but uh…”

“That's fine, not gonna look”

“Oh,... Uh… okay I guess…”

Laura opened the door and walked in while averting her gaze. She placed on the desk, the tissue box, the makeshift gaffe and her phone open to the instructions for how to use the gaffe. “He should be here soon, I'll go wait in the lounge room”.

I cleaned myself up, then followed the instructions and pulled the gaffe up my legs. I guided my testicals slightly uncomfortably into the holes from whence they at some point apparently came from then pulled my shaft back between my legs, pulling the gaffe up to hold everything in place. After looking in the mirror, I was confident I'd done it right and I was pleased with the result.

I grabbed my handbag from Laura's room and after a final few minutes looking at myself in Laura's mirrors I took a deep breath and headed to the lounge room.

“ Damn Natalia, you look amazing.” Brad's voice caught me by surprise, I hadn't heard the doorbell, I must have been too distracted. I batted my eyes and gave him a bashful smile.
As I got closer to him his scent intoxicated me, I forgot to respond to his compliment.

“We should probably head off now, Nat, to avoid being late for the reservation.”

“Oh right… dinner… yeah.” I was a little lost in thought.

“Can I have her for just a sec, I'll bring her out to the car after”...

“Sure, of course.” Brad said without hesitation, he leaned down slightly to kiss me gently before heading out to his car. The kiss was short and sweet but still made my mind race.

Laura's face had some seriousness about it as she began to speak
“Since this is your first night out like this you're getting the talk. Keep your phone on you, do not let it go flat. If you get in trouble, yell fire instead of just yelling for help. Do not drink any drink you've let out of your sight, it's not worth the risk. I will be messaging you every so often throughout the night, if you don't respond, I will call.”

Her voice was suddenly very serious and so I tried to internalize everything she had just said. I imagined that teenage girls usually got this talk from their parents, I was glad to have someone care enough to give me the talk regardless. It was a little scary having to internalize the fact I was more of a target for certain types of violence now. When she finished speaking I nodded in acknowledgement.

The walk out to Brad's car was almost too quick, I had a lot on my mind but processing those thoughts would have to wait because I could barely think around this guy. He drove a silvery grey four door sedan. The chromed trim, windscreen, body panels and even the tires all sparkled under the street lights; he had clearly cleaned it very recently. Brad opened the door for me, I held my dress in place under myself as I slid down into the seat, he closed the door gently after I swung my legs in.

Minutes after starting the car and pulling out from the gutter Brad asked “Is this your First date like this?”

“First ever”

“With a guy or just with anyone?”

“uh...With anyone”

“I swear someone said you and Steph were together or something though...”

“That was just a rumor,... I think she might've been gay and she had no idea about me being like this… we're just friends. Well, we were… I haven't really spoken to anyone from high school since last year…”

“That's gotta be tough, and now the stuff with your parents. I can only begin to imagine how difficult all this must be for you Natalia” he didn't sound finished, but hesitant to continue, as such I reassured him “..Yeah…”.

His grip on the steering wheel shifted and tightened,
“I don't think it's fair for me not to be upfront, I like you but I'm not specifically looking for a serious relationship at the moment.”

“Oh…”

Where did that come from? What was I expecting? What was I hoping for? We barely knew each other… Did I want something serious? Why did I feel disappointed? I began to worry that I was something most people wouldn't end up wanting a serious relationship with.

It was awkward silence for the remainder of the drive to the restaurant, though conflicted I still couldn't deny my lust for this man and my yearning to experience intimacy I’d never known before. I tried to stop myself from staring at him but it was difficult to keep my eyes from the statuesque figure I’d only just recently masturbated over thoughts of.

Brad had parked, less than a block away from the restaurant, I wasn't even actually waiting for him to walk around to open the door for me, but he did so. His breath tickled my neck as he spoke gently to my ear,
“I can see I might've dampened your mood, but I'd still really like to have a good time with you Natalia.”

At that point i was suddenly hit with the realisation that a guy apparently wanted to fuck me, it made me feel something I'd never felt before, I felt desired, any other conflicting emotions or thoughts vanished. For a second I began to become overly conscious of my breathing, I could feel myself starting to panic but the breath I took next was so heavily dosed with his intoxicating scent that I just turned towards him and we fell into a kiss, his lips led with a cue for mine to part, his tongue brushed gently against mine. I leaned into him as his hands moved down my sides to my waist. He lifted me from the seat, breaking the kiss only once my feet were firmly on the ground.

Before I knew it we were sitting across from each other at a small table for two in a cosy Italian restaurant. A few original paintings hung on the walls, most were of young attractive women, some were of things like a can of tomatoes or a spread of garlic bulbs over a counter surface. The moody rays from the low hanging ceiling lights accentuated the contours of his face with warmth that matched his expression.

“Natalia, Did you want something to drink?”

“Oh,.. uh… sorry.” I hadn't even looked at the menu's, barely acknowledging when they were given to us by the waitress…

The drinks menu was way thicker than the food menu, which I guess made sense after thinking about it. My anxiety made it pretty difficult to go out much, I'd never really had a reason to go anywhere remotely fancy. There were so many different wine options, I went straight to the cocktail section.

“I,... I'll have…” I was struggling to get the words to come out, so I pointed to the strawberry mojito, fortunately Brad took the hint realising he would need to relay my order to the waitress.

“She'll have a strawberry mojito. And I'll have the pale ale”.

“And to eat?”

The food menu had a lot of Italian on it so I decided to just go with the carbonara, pointing it out to Brad.

“We'll have a focaccia to share and then she'll have the carbonara and I'll have the lamb cutlets.”

“No worries.”
The waitress’ expression didn't reveal whether or not she found my deferring speaking my order out to be strange, I guessed she wasn't paid to care about something like that.After she left Brad reached for my hand and squeezed it gently.

“Sorry… I just… I sometimes struggle with strangers, especially if they're busy just doing their job waiting for me to give them an answer about what I want from them… I honestly feel a little pathetic.“

“You don't have to feel bad about your anxiety. It's actually a little endearing seeing you try even if you ultimately need help.”

‘Damn this man’ I thought, feeling a resurfacing of conflicting emotions. If he hadn't said he wasn't after something serious, he was certainly saying shit that would have made me feel differently.

“Why aren't you looking for something serious?”

I can't believe I just said it out loud, I hadn't even gotten my drink yet.

“oh,.. well,..Im young and not really ready to settle in with any one person”

“T… Then why take me on an actual date?”

“ I was a little worried that going straight to the bedroom might make you feel fetishised, and even if it's casual I really do enjoy romance too.”

“Oh, uh… okay…” I wasn't sure if I had more to think about or less.

The waitress brought our drinks. It almost felt like she was staring at me the whole time she was placing them on the table.
Brad steered the conversation to finding out more about each other, his favourite animals were big cats, mine were birds, his favourite foods were barbequed meat dishes, mine were desserts. He liked sports, I had no interest in them. He planned to travel the world within the next 5-10 years, all I had planned was transitioning and studying software engineering at University.

Food arrived and interrupted conversation though it was delicious, Brad and I took our time eating as we got to know more about each other. I had finished my second drink by the time I needed to go to the toilet. Due to using a large part of my available cognitive function to remember to use the women's toilet, I walked headfirst into the waitress and tumbled to the ground.

Her accent sounded more rural when she said“ Oh shit, sorry,.. ya right?”

“.. I… uh… Yeah… I'm okay.”

“ a bit distracted?” She chuckled, raised an eyebrow and shot a look in the direction of Brad sitting at the table, then she helped me back up. I was blushing while she picked up my bag for me. I only managed to almost whisper “Uh, …I guess so.” As she had just begun to get back to work.

I briefly forgot why I was even away from the table, but my bladder didn't let me forget for long. As I got closer to the women's bathroom my heart beat became louder, it seemed faster even as everything else seemed slower. I knew consciously that no one could tell I was any different from any other woman, but subconsciously I couldn't stop myself worrying about the slim chance I'd be ‘caught’, the worry was possibly exaggerated by being a little drunk and worrying if I was acting like a man in some way I wasn't aware of.

Despite apprehension, I pushed the door open and the room was as I had imagined it would be, much the same as a men's bathroom sans urinals, I was glad to be the only one in there as I made my way into a stall. After lifting the dress and pulling down the DIY gaffe my dick was slightly numb and my testicals very quickly made their way back to being outside of my abdomen. Nevertheless that sweet sense of relief helped erase any worries about being in the women's bathroom.

As I sat there on the porcelain throne I remembered to check my phone to see if Laura had checked on me. There were 2 messages from her.

“Hey, just checking on you. Are you good?”
Followed by “ are you okay Natalia?”

“Hey, sorry I forgot to check my phone, everything is going well, he's so sweet and the food is nice. He did say he isn't looking for anything serious at the moment though.“

It was only a few seconds before Laura responded.

“I'm so glad you're having a good time, casual fun can be good too, let me know when you'll be home”

After wiping and flushing I put great care into getting the gaffe back in place. Before leaving the bathroom I decided to check my makeup in case eating or drinking had smudged or worn away my lipstick, and it had, another woman came in and walked right past me into a stall without anything more than a brief glance in my direction. I fixed up my lipstick, intent on not letting being slightly tipsy lead to messy makeup.

When I got back to the table Brad poured me some water and smiled warmly.

“Do you have much of a sweet tooth Natalia?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I'm a sucker for lollies, ice cream and I absolutely love donuts.”

“ Good, because I was hoping we could share the desert I ordered.”

“Oooh, what are we having?”

“Panna cotta, they do a really nice one here.”

“I've never had panna cotta…”

“Well, I think that's the waitress with it now,.. I bet you'll love it.”

The same waitress I'd bumped into earlier was bringing our desert over and I blushed a little as she looked directly at me when she said “enjoy” after she placed the dish on the table. I suspected she was talking about enjoying more than just the desert.

Although we did have a spoon each Brad scooped a spoonful of the jiggly cream coloured desert making sure to get some of the chocolate curls and passionfruit and moved it towards me. He watched me for my reaction and it was clear he didn't want to make it awkward if I didn't want to let him feed me in public like that. Looking into his eyes was enough to make everything else fade away, I opened my mouth in as seductive a way as I could think to and waited, it did occur to me that I might also later be opening my mouth for a less jiggly creamy white treat from him….

The flavours were divine and balanced, the texture had initial contrast but melted away smoothly on my tongue.
I was absolutely going to be adding panna cotta to my favourite foods.

I made an unconscious “Mmmmmm…” sound and my eyes probably rolled back into my head slightly too.

“Told you you'd like it.” Brad said, his tone conveying he was pleased by my reaction to his choice of desert.

“You also look sooo cute moaning like that, I'd love to see more of it tonight if you're up for it.”

This boy had the audacity, but he also had the charm and body to back it up. I had in the past struggled with the idea of having sex with a man, but that struggle seemed infinitely distant at this moment. If any part of my mind wanted me to say no, it stood no chance and was hiding.

“I think I’d like that”.
Oh god it made my heart race to say that, until the last couple of days I wouldn't have imagined I might lose my virginity to a guy, let alone that I'd get to do so as Natalia.

Brad's eyes were pinned on mine as he posed the cliche “Your place or mine?”

“Well I don't have a bed at Laura's yet…”

Brad then departed heavily from the cliche “My housemates will probably be gaming still when we get back… you play Smash Bros?”

“I'm not great at it, but I have played it a bunch.”

We finished the dessert, it was the first time I'd ever been on a date and I knew there was the whole men paying for women thing but I still wanted to offer to split the bill, but Brad declined my offer.

The ride to Brad's house from the restaurant was shorter than the previous trip, we didn't get much chance to discuss anything other than how good the food was as I used the time to message Laura letting her know if be staying at Brad's place to which she replied “Nice”.

Brad lived in a 3 bedroom red brick house with small front and back yards and a 2 car garage. The front yard was enclosed with a hedge and large steel gate painted green.

After getting the car into the garage Brad kissed me briefly before he led me inside by the hand. The front door basically led directly into the loungeroom where Brad's housemates were gaming and drinking together.

“ That's Jared and that's Damien. Jazza, Damo, this is Natalia.”

“...Heya.”

jazza glanced away from the screen for a moment
“ Yo…” his reaction to seeing me felt affirming but also a little intimidating. I was hoping I hadn't been recognised, but I guess I had to trust Brad's judgement. Jared followed his reaction with a question “you drink pale ales?”

I had ironically been teased and called a girl for it in the past but I only really drank fruity drinks.
“Uh… no… got any cruisers?”

“Cider?”

“That'll do.”

Jazza focused back on the game with Damo again after letting me know where the ciders were.

Brad had gone to hang his coat and put his shoes away.
I took my heels off and left them at the front door before I grabbed myself a cider from the fridge in the kitchen.

When I got back to the loungeroom Brad was sitting on a 3 seater couch and he patted the cushion next to him, I walked around the back of the couch with the other guys on it and snuggled up against Brad's muscular frame.

“2 v 2 or free for all?”

“Us vs you two.. Nice to meet you by the way, Natalia.” Damo offered now that he wasn't mid match.
“Yeah same,” Jazza added.

“ Nice to meet you two too. How do you both know Brad?”

I knew exactly how they knew him, I had seen them both with him in high school and they had no doubt seen me there too but I wasn't about to let them know Brad had brought a trans girl home.

“We both know him from high school.” jazza said.

“I actually know him from that time I saw him run naked through the golf course…”

“Dude, shut up…. He's a shit stirrer, I wasn't naked I was wearing underwear and he was the one who dared me to do it anyway.“

“I can imagine that was quite a sight.”

We drank and played smash bros for maybe 1 - 2 hours. Too tipsy to stand a chance gaming and just tipsy enough to have summoned confidence I whispered into Brad's ear

“ you wanna play games all night or…?”

And with that his demeanor took a sudden shift.

“ Alright well… uh good game guys… Natalia and I are gonna go…”

“ Have fun.” Jazza said with a laugh.

Brad led me down the hallway to his bedroom.

“ Here's my room…”
He opened his door to reveal a neat, tidy room with a gaming computer set up on a large desk against the far wall, his desk was also covered with nerd hobby stuff, like little miniatures part way through being painted. His bed was a queen size with a cushioned headboard. He had video game art stuck up on his walls.

“Oh nice,... Gordon and MasterChief are gonna watch me suck dick for the first time…” the joke was aimed to relieve the tension and I felt it was a success when Brad chuckled.

I sat on the edge of his bed and he sat next to me.

“You sure you're up for this Nat?”

Despite the anxiety I managed a “Yuh huh.” with a nod.

And with that, Brad's hands found their way to my waist and his lips to mine. I was getting much more used to kissing him now, I was much less anxious and self conscious. I kissed him back and moved with his caressing as his hands explored my abdomen.

As we kissed my hands were resting on his sides, but soon my fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants. Brad took this as a sign that I was ready to go further and undid and pulled down his pants. I hesitated a little, I wouldn't be able to un-suck a dick afterwards… but ultimately I couldn't deny that I wanted it, I really really wanted it. It was easily visible bulging beneath the fabric of his underwear. I traced my finger along its length from the base to the top, sliding my finger up to the waistband of his underwear. I looked at his face and into his eyes as I pulled his underwear down, I had wanted to maintain eye contact but couldn't resist looking down as the throbbing mass was freed, and upon seeing it I felt mine throb against its restraints.

I slid off the bed to kneel In front of Brad, doing so initially felt shameful, yet it subsided quickly and began to feel exciting. Glistening precum drew my focus as I moved in to get my first taste, as my lips touched the tip Brad let out a small moan. The texture was soft, the taste of the precum was enjoyable, while the shaft itself was pretty neutral in flavour. I did my best to keep my teeth out of the way, using my lips to protect his meat from their bite.

“mmm, you're… mm..pretty good… mmmm… at this already…” Brad's obvious enjoyment of my actions felt like some sort of drug, I was experiencing a whole new level of desire. Noticing that moving my tongue along the underside while pressing his shaft into the roof of my mouth made him moan and shudder, I made sure to do it more, every now and then I tried to get it as far in as I could, and gagged every time, but he still seemed to like it.

I had been at it for quite some time, my jaw was beginning to get sore but he was producing more and more precum and I was just hoping I could get him to cum soon, I must have slowed down a little or something because Brad grabbed a bunch of my hair in one hand and the side of my head in his other and began to fuck my face, I gagged and teared up a little because of the gagging but i fucking loved him ramming himself into my throat. It was only a few more minutes before his throat fucking Suddenly abated as his hips froze against my face, his hands held me into him and his cock spasmed in my throat and mouth. The first spurt felt hot as it hit the back of my throat, and he pulled out a little allowing subsequent spurts to coat my tongue and all the surfaces of my mouth before spilling out onto my lips.

My breathing was unsteady and ragged, I swallowed suddenly, and took deep breaths from my mouth as I'd only been able to breathe through my nose for the last few minutes.

“Fuck that was good Nat.,.” he was panting as I pulled myself back up onto the bed beside him.

“ I'm…. Ugh… glad you… enjoyed it so much,” I said with a genuine grin on my face despite being out of breath. “ I enjoyed it… even more than… I thought I would.”

“I'm glad you did too, did you.. uh,... want me to…” he loosely gestured towards my crotch.

“Oh, … uh no I uh… I'm not sure… I hadn't even thought about that…” I truly hadn't even thought about getting my dick involved in the moment and I wasn't actually sure how I felt about him touching it…

“It's okay, I understand. I'll admit I searched online about how to make a trans girl comfortable… so I understand you might have some negative or mixed feelings about your genitals.”

“Do you do research before all your hookups?” I had a little bit of a sly smile now, not sure where this confidence keeps coming from.

“no, but I didn't want to do anything to upset you or make you feel used or anything like that.” it was cute that he was acting bashful even though he just nutted down my throat.

“You're so nice… I don't know about my own… but maybe we can try if you actually want to… I mean if you're even into uh.. dicks…” the confidence was suddenly gone again to wherever it kept coming from I guess.

“I've never touched anyone else's, but it can't be much different from touching my own… except in this case it's on a hot girl.”

I lifted my skirt and pulled down on my pantyhose, panties and gaffe. My own dick had softened somewhat during the conversation, but once it was revealed, Brad didn't hesitate to take it into his hand, it felt so odd having someone else touch it for once, odd but definitely arousing. I leaned back and he climbed onto me , his mouth seeking mine. I moaned into his kiss and his hand tightened a little as my cock stiffened in his grasp.

I fell back onto the bed, he had full control of me with his kissing and touching. His kisses periodically moved across my jaw and down to the side of my neck, allowing my moans to echo off his bedroom walls,
“Ooooh, ahhh.. mmmmmm yeah. Oh fuuuuuck”
I was now finding out I was a loud lover when being even slightly dominated. I was so turned on from the act I had just done, that I didn't last very long in his hands.

“ Ahhh, oh fuck…. Brad… I'm gonna…. Uhhhhh”

I shuddered and convulsed, my load oozed out into his cupped hand…

“ Are you going to help me clean up the mess?”

I was confident I knew what he was implying so I just nodded enthusiastically… of course I was going to let him feed me my own cum… that's hot as fuck…

He held his hand over my mouth and let my mess drip into my open mouth, onto my waiting eager tongue. Of course not all of it just fell off his hand and so I licked and lapped up all the mess on his hand.

“Goooood girl,..”

His words got a smile and a laugh out of me as I lay back limp in more ways than one, he left me to catch my breath to go clean himself up in the bathroom.

Despite the after glow I began to ponder how different my life was now compared to a week ago, the thoughts drifted towards my uni plans and what meeting new people would be like, wondering if I could be a more confident person as Natalia.

Brad walked back in
“ I have an unopened spare toothbrush in the drawer in the bathroom, and there's a towel on the rack if you wanna shower… oh and uh I guess you can wear one of my t-shirts to bed if you want.”

“Thanks, I can shower tomorrow. I'm actually really tired now.”

I headed to the bathroom with my handbag, I removed my makeup, I felt a little uncomfortable about the idea despite Brad having already seen me without makeup before,.. during our first kiss way back in high school at that party for instance… it was better for my skin apparently, or at least that's what Laura had told me. I also took the opportunity to check my phone while brushing my teeth, Laura had messaged me.

“Hey… how is it going? Are you all good?”

“Yeah, I'm fine, I have had a great night actually but ..Brad just wants to keep it casual… which I guess is okay”

“A great night huh? You can tell me all about it when you get home tomorrow.”

“Sure, I guess.”

I finished brushing my teeth, and headed back to his room. He handed me a large t-shirt and I changed into it, while facing away from him and placing my clothes folded on his chair. I would have to remember to bring a packed overnight bag next time I spend the night at someone's house.

“Time for snuggles?” His voice was sweet and comforting.

“Do casual hookups usually come with snuggling?”

“Sometimes,.. casual doesn't mean we have to be cold or distant.”

“I guess that makes sense.., yeah.., time for snuggles.”

We both climbed underneath his blankets and tried various snuggling configurations only to settle on him spooning me, though I did also like laying my head on his chest while he was on his back.

I felt a mixture of residual excitement and warm comfort from this man's affectionate embrace, but it had no chance at holding back the feelings of loss, anguish and heartache. The silence and the stillness lead to racing thoughts, and they centred around the sudden disintegration of my relationship with my parents.

Brad was quiet at first as I began to tremble and sob, he held me a little tighter. I snorted and my tears ran down onto Brad's arm, with a nose blocked trembling voice I cried “.. They looked like they suddenly hated me, Brad… it hurts… I’m sorry… I probably shouldn't have come over… I'm not as okay as I thought…”

“hey, no… it's okay… Do you need me to take you back to Laura's?”

I was snorting and wiped my tears on Brad's shirt I was wearing… “...uh…yeah…I think I do need that…”