I tried to calm down and reminded myself that I still had two whole years to decide. In two years the novelty might have worn off, or I might be longing for my old life. Or I might be so firmly entrenched in my new life that it would be a total no-brainer to want to keep on living it whatever the risks.
The most important thing to focus on was the fact that I actually had a choice. I had a future as a woman...if I wanted it. That was something I didn't think I had just a few days earlier. In a way it was almost like starting over again because now I could think like any other woman would think about her future and her reputation. I didn't have to be a slut anymore to keep myself from becoming serious about a man. Of course I had become serious about a man who didn't mind letting me be a slut so maybe things wouldn't change all that much after all.
CHAPTER 20:
One of the things that had changed since I became Brent's girlfriend was that we were actually dating now. Before we pretty much just hung out in one apartment or the other. Someone might drop by with some food, or we might order a pizza, but we rarely went anywhere together and usually didn't plan anything. It was just the convenience of being able to walk down the hall. We didn't do that unannounced very often, and usually sent a text message first, just in case someone was "entertaining" a guest but these days we were just as likely to make plans and get dressed up and go out somewhere.
It was on one of these dates when we were sitting at a table in a nice restaurant when Brent kind of surprised me by showing a sudden interest in my past.
"So what were you like as a little girl?" he asked out of the blue.
"Oh, I don't know. Pretty typical I guess." I replied, not prepared for this at all.
"You said you were you kind of a tomboy. Is that where you got your interest in construction?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Tell me about your first boyfriend, or the first boy you kissed," he continued.
"Why?" I asked a little suspiciously.
"I'm interested. I want to know all about you."
"You've known me for more than two years now," I reminded him.
"Yeah, but I mostly know only what I've seen in those two years. You must have been doing something with yourself before you met me," he said with a laugh.
This was the type of conversation that I really dreaded and tried to avoid at all costs. Usually I could change the subject pretty quickly, or if that failed I could always pull his cock out of his pants and start sucking it, making it unlikely that he would expect me to continue talking. Sitting in this fancy restaurant that didn't seem like much of an option so I tried to tap dance around the whole subject as much as I could.
"I didn't really get interested in boys until later in life," I said casually. "And no, that doesn't mean I was a lesbian so don't expect a lot of spicy stories about me and my high school girlfriend or anything."
"Too bad. I've got to say that watching you and Kate together was one of the hottest damn things I've ever seen in my life," Brent said with a wicked grin. "How did that ever come about anyway?"
"Girl's night out," I replied, feeling hopeful that I had shifted the conversation to a past I could actually talk about.
"I'd like to be a fly on the wall for one of those," Brent joked.
"It's not always that exciting but sometimes...you know...we get a little crazy."
"That's my girl."
"I like hearing you say that," I said as I rested my hand on his. "I am your girl, you know, no matter what crazy things I do on the side. I love you with all of my heart, darling."
We shared a quick and polite kiss, suitable for public consumption, and I was let off the hook by the arrival of the waiter taking our order. It actually made me feel bad that I didn't have any childhood stories to share with him, or not many at any rate. I certainly didn't have any stories related to kissing boys or anything like that. I was so open and honest with him about everything that I could be that it always made me feel kind of scummy that I was living with such a huge secret that I could never reveal.
It was a very pleasant evening so after dinner we took a little stroll and I could tell that something was on Brent's mind. I think he had probably planned to bring something up during dinner and then chickened out for some reason so I took the bull by the horns.
"So what is it that you're reluctant to say?" I asked.
"God, is it that obvious?" he replied with a slightly nervous chuckle.
"I just know you pretty well by now and I can tell."
"Well, you remember the other day when I was joking about us moving in together?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, I wasn't really joking," he admitted.
"I kind of figured that."
"Well how do you feel about it?" he asked hopefully.
"Aren't you afraid it'll cramp our style? I mean I never know when you're with another woman but it might be kind of obvious if you just don't come home sometimes," I pointed out.
"Look, I don't want to make this too heavy all at once but I'm sort of suggesting that maybe we could be happy just being together...most of the time. I'm really not some kind of sex addict. I don't need to be screwing a different girl every night. I just hadn't met anyone that I felt all that strongly about until I met you."
"How about this...I'll move into your apartment, but keep my old one. We'll try it for a few months and see how it goes. I really like living there and I'd hate to lose the place if we decided that living together wasn't such a great idea. I can even keep a lot of my clothes and junk down there so that I don't take over all your closet space with all my girly crap. I know we won't be saving any money on rent that way, but it won't cost us any more than it would have if we were still living apart. And we can always stroll down the hall and sleep in my bedroom if we feel like a change of pace," I said with a laugh. "I'm actually a pretty low-maintenance gal. When I get home from work I tend to just walk around in my underwear all the time, or go naked if it's warm enough."
"That settles it. You're definitely moving in," said Brent with a grin as he grabbed me and hugged me very tightly. "We should go back to our apartment and you can show me how you like to get comfortable."
We didn't actually make it all the way back inside the apartment right away. We got as far as the stairwell of the parking garage before I made a grab at Brent's pants and got his cock out. Squatting down in my favorite BJ posture I began to suck him off rather aggressively. After a while it was Brent's turn to pounce and I was pushed against the wall as my skirt was hiked up.
He didn't bother pulling my panties all the way down and just got them enough out of the way to gain access to my slit and then he gave me the hard, almost savage, fucking that I so desperately craved at that moment.
"You might get sick of my face if you see it every day," I moaned.
"Naw, it's too pretty a face. Besides, I can always just shove you up against a wall like this and not have to look at it."
"Or you might get sick of my pussy if you fuck it every night."
"Not likely. It's too nice a pussy."
"I think so, but I'm glad to know you like it."
"What's not to like?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, baby. Now let me concentrate on cumming inside you soon so that we don't get arrested or something. I don't think they'd let us share a cell and that would kind of ruin our plans," said Brent as he really increased his pace.
"Good idea," I gasped as I felt my own orgasm overtake me and everything got a little fuzzy from there.
CHAPTER 21:
We lived together for about four months when we decided that it was probably time to just pool our resources and get a new place of our own. A larger apartment in our building had become available and while it wasn't on the same floor it was just two floors up so I'd still be close enough for Kate to come by and eat ice cream in a crises.
We kept some of my furniture, and some of his, and got a few new things, which helped to make it
seem more like our own communal pad but I actually felt a little sad when I walked out of my old room for the last time. I had virtually been born there, and it was the only home I had ever known as a woman. Almost everything good that had happened to me had happened because I just happened to choose that particular place to live.
I had been pretending to be taking birth control pills to explain why I had no problem letting Brent cum inside me so freely, but I realized that I would probably have to start doing it for real fairly soon. At least until I was ready to try for a baby, which wasn't likely to happen in the near future.
Since we both worked during the daytime it wasn't like we were sitting around staring at each other all day so it was always nice when we both got home, or on the weekends or holidays. We had agreed to share all of the domestic responsibilities, and Brent was true to his word, but I actually found that I rather enjoyed a lot of that stuff. Having dinner on the table when my man got home from work was kind of corny and old-fashioned, but I got a kick out of doing it sometimes. Of course my job was vastly more physically demanding and Brent was very aware of that and proved to be quite gifted when it came to the art of massage. After swinging a hammer all day there were times when those deep backrubs were a real lifesaver.
As for fooling around with other people it just didn't seem to come up all that often. We left it wide open so that either one of us could have guilt-free affairs if we wanted to, but for my part those affairs usually seemed so much less fulfilling. Instead of growing tired of having sex with the same man all the time I found that it seemed to get better and better. We knew how to please each other like nobody else.
When Brent eventually took me to meet his parents I figured he was working up to popping the question. I knew what my answer would be, just as I knew that there was no going back for me now. The program was still going strong and Dr. Farnum was still very interested in tracking my progress so for the time being it looked like I was still going to be making my routine reports. I would be getting my big payout in a few months and looked forward to having that windfall, although I wasn't sure yet what I would do with it. I also made sure that I scheduled my procedure that would give me reproductive capabilities since I was probably going to be a married woman fairly soon and would definitely want that option, even if I didn't exercise it right away.
Brent always got a kick out of seeing me go off to work with my tool belt and my hardhat. Something about that really seemed to turn him on so I even wore the damn hardhat to bed a few times.
When he did propose I cried my silly eyes out, even though I knew he was going to do it. Why that made me so emotional I have no idea, having not grown up with any romantic fantasies about being a bride, but now that I was going to be one I did it with a vengeance.
Kate was to be my maid of honor, naturally, and my other girlfriends were all going to be bridesmaids. Since my parents were deceased I contemplated asking Dr. Farnum to walk me down the aisle but decided that Uncle Harry was a better choice. He knew my whole story and gave me a ton of shit about having turned into a sissy, but he had backed me when I needed a job reference and I knew that he was happy for me, especially when he saw how happy I was.
When I took the job of temporarily living as a woman for the good of science...and a nice chunk of change...I figured I'd stick it out because I'm not a quitter and I like to see things through to the end. Now it looked like I really was going to see it through all the way to the very end of my life. And whatever role I played along that journey; friend, wife, mother, maybe even grandmother some day, I was determined to do it to the best of my ability. Like our company motto I was getting the job done. And what a wonderful job it was just being a woman.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This book started with the inspiration I got when I saw a picture of a sexy female construction worker. In a lot of my stories the characters are involved in the arts in some way. Painting, modeling, acting, dancing, singing, writing, filmmaking (pornographic or otherwise), or something at least loosely related to a creative field. That's my background so I tend to go there for inspiration often. This time I thought it would be fun to have more of a "blue collar" gal who wasn't a waitress or a secretary or something. I'm sure my depiction of the working environment on a construction job is far more of a fantasy than a reality but I liked the image of being the only girl in the middle of a bunch of horny, sweaty, muscle men. Don't you?
(And as a personal note I did wear a hardhat to bed once as a joke and it went over really, really, well so I knew I had to work that in somewhere.)
ALSO BY STACEY ZACKERLY:
Confessions of a Cybersex Slut
The Transformation
The Virgin Whore of New York
Free Love
Unchained
Borderless Desire
Sweet Dreaming
Not Really Me
No Turning Back Now
The New Roommate
Only One Exit
Pink and Blue
The Ultimate Punishment
The Role of a Lifetime
Buried Treasure
The Halloween Party
The Fairy Godmother
In the Name of Science
Second Time Around
Buried Treasure 2: Secrets and Longings
The Dude Ranch
Becoming Penelope
At the Crossroad
Rejuvenation
Rotation
All for the Best
The Slut Squad
Girl of my Dreams
Weekend Woman
Try Before You Buy
Reform School
A Christmas Karol
Pinup Girl
Weekend Woman 2
The Project
The Stand-In
The Experiment
Welcome to the Club
Chemistry
Trans Travel, Inc.
Metamorphosis
Star Power
The Castle
Just Enough Magic
A Happy Accident
The Unlikely Princess
Cheerleader Camp
Corporate Takeover
Stress Relief
Business as Usual
Destiny
The Hitchhiker
Going to the Mat
Paying the Price
Where There's A Will
Transplendent Resorts
The Girl Next Door
The Initiate
Max
Stand-In Bride
Turnabout Is Fair Play
Last Minute Christmas Swapping
Is This Real?
Sharing It All
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