In Her Arms: A Transgender Romance Story

by Gayle Keo

  “Thanks for the lovely night in the spacecraft. Ethan and Chris.”

  It was then that memories of the night came flooding back into her mind. She vaguely remembered boarding a UFO with two men that gave her the sex of her life. She also recalled that they turned green at some point. Everything was blurry and it seemed like some distant dream.

  “This couldn’t be! I had sex with aliens,” she said softly to herself, sitting on the edge of the bed as she parted her thighs to examine herself.

  Her clit was swollen, signs that she had indeed had sex. She reached a finger down to her clit and it was sore. She had done the unthinkable, and it had been the best sex of her life.

  “Are you okay?” Tammy walked into the room without knocking, catching her off guard as she examined her clit.

  “I think so, Tammy,” Debra said, quickly pulling her hand away and closing her thighs.

  “Look at you, your cheeks are glowing. You can't lie to me, you had some mind-blowing sex last night. Tell me the truth, Debbie,” Tammy said, sitting on a chair opposite her.

  “It is a long story and I don’t know where to begin.”

  *****

  “Oh my God, are you sure about what you're telling me, girlfriend?” Tammy said half an hour later as Debra finished telling her the story.

  “Look at me, Tammy, do I look like I'm lying to you?” she looked at her friend earnestly. “I can't even believe it myself.”

  Chapter 13

  Ethan

  “You are going to go back and bring me the human slaves,” the king shouted at them. “How can I give you an assignment and you come back empty-handed?”

  Things had not gone as planned. As soon as they’d had sex, Ethan and Chris had taken Debra to a hotel and booked her into a room before heading home empty-handed. It had been the most intense lovemaking session for all of them, but it had its effects on their minds. After having sex with the sexy human being, now they could no longer bring themselves to harm humanity. They both felt attached to human beings now and would not let their father do anything to harm humans.

  “Dad, you have to understand that those are beings that are very weak in nature, and they wouldn’t be of any help to us,” Chris said. “The good thing is that we at least brought back slaves from another planet. These ones will perform better than human beings.”

  “Excuse me, Sir,” one of the king’s assistants walked into the room. “I'm really sorry to interrupt you, but I have to say that the slaves that the boys brought in are really good at what they do. They have already come up with an antidote for the deadly virus that struck recently. Would you like to come and see how some of the patients are doing?”

  “Are you sure about what you're saying, Chizle?” their father said, suddenly losing interest in the boys.

  “Yes, Sir. I think that they should go back where they came from and come back with more slaves. And besides, they aren’t as stubborn as human beings.”

  Ethan could not believe the relief that he felt, and looking at Chris, he could tell that Chris felt the same way. “I told you so dad. These are the slaves that we should get, not human beings.”

  “Well, let us monitor then for a while and then you can go back for more if they are what you say they are,” the king said, following Chizle out of the chambers.

  “Well, that is settled. Looks like we might be taking a trip back to pleasure planet,” Chris sighed, slumping into a chair and leaning his head backward.

  “Let us pray that everything works out because I can't wait to see Debra again, and this time you should think of getting yourself a human male. You will have to find your own soulmate. I am pretty sure that Debra can hook you up with some hunk of a guy, probably a guy that she had a crush on, or something like that-“

  *****

  “It feels so good being back here,” Chris said as they spaceship lowered itself over the water where the human radars would not be able to find it,” Chris said excitedly.

  “Yes, it is a good thing that I read Debra's mind and know exactly where to find her,” Ethan said, equally excited. “Do you think that she will remember me?”

  “I don’t know, but it is worth giving it a try. You'll also need to read her mind and find out if she has any suitors that can keep me busy,” Chris couldn’t help smiling from ear to ear.

  Chapter 14

  Debra

  It had been a month since she had her encounter with the aliens, but Debra couldn’t stop thinking about them. They had given her the best pleasure of her life and if she ever met Ethan again, she wanted to be sober this time so that she was sure that it had not been some dream. As she packed her bags in preparation to leave the studio, she called Tammy and Antonio, a male friend of theirs who was a gay designer, to find out where they were because they were to meet up for dinner at one of the diners in the city.

  “I hope that you won't stand me up, Tammy,” she said into the phone as soon as her best friend picked up the phone.

  “I have already left work, and Antonio left an hour ago. You'll find us there already waiting for you,” Tamika said into the phone.

  As she grabbed her bag, she wondered if Tammy had ever believed her story of sleeping with aliens. She headed out of the studio and just as she was walking onto the street, she bumped into someone, falling to the ground. It was her fault because she had been browsing through her phone without looking where she was going. As she looked up to apologize, her eyes met with a familiar face. Deep blue eyes looked into her eyes, stirring up emotions that she had felt a month ago. Suddenly, it all came back to her clear as day.

  “Ethan?” she whispered breathlessly as he reached his hand down to her to help her up.

  “I didn’t think that you would remember me,” he smiled at her.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” she said absentmindedly, her heart skipping a beat as her whole body became more aroused than it had the first time that Debra had been with him.

  “Well, I don’t know. I just thought that you had forgotten about me already,” he replied.

  “I think you're the one person that I would never forget about. Where is your step-brother today?” she said, blood racing through her veins as he pulled her in for a hug.

  “In the cab. I was thinking that maybe you could introduce him to one of your male friends. I think that it is about time that he got someone to love him,” Ethan said, wrapping his hand around her waist and leading her to the cab.

  “Well, he is in luck because there is this guy that Tammy and I were to have dinner with tonight, and he happens to be gay. I'm pretty sure that Antonio will love what he sees,” Debra giggled, although she wished that they could now skip the whole dinner thing and go take care of her needy feelings first.

  “I have a better idea, how about we drop him off at the restaurant and then you and I can go to the spacecraft and remind ourselves of how it was the last time. There is so much that we need to talk about, don’t you think?” he said to her, almost as if he was reading her mind.

  “Do aliens read people’s minds?” she stopped to look at him with a mock frown on her face.

  “I really can't tell, but maybe time will tell,” Ethan said as they came to a stop outside the cab.

  The door opened and out stepped Chris, looking more identical to Ethan as he had before.

  “Hello Debra,” he said to her, taking her hand and giving it a soft peck.

  “Chris, good to see you again. It is such a pleasure to see you again. I have some friends that would like to see you,” she said shyly, feeling as if Ethan had already claimed her for himself.

  “I really hope so.”

  They got into the cab with Chris sitting in the front with the cabbie. Debra and Ethan sat in the back and the moment that the cab was in motion, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Debra unzipped his pants and slipped her hand into them, her heart skipping a beat when she realized that he was hard and was not wearing underwear.

  THE END

  Anothe
r bonus story is on the next page.

  Bonus Story 16 of 36

  The Kindergarten Teacher

  Staring at all of the excited, smiling faces around her, Sasha felt her conflicted emotions swirl in her chest before glancing once again at the clock. It was 1:55 pm. In only five minutes, school would let out for the summer and her kindergartners would no longer be her kindergartners. They would be first graders, moving to the room right across her own. All of their artworks and accomplishments had been taken off the walls, leaving them bare to instead be housed on a refrigerator under a magnetic clip. The names taped to the tables had been removed to be clutched by tiny hands excited for the months to come.

  Many of these children were going on vacation, talking loudly and excitedly about where they were going. Sasha listened absently behind her desk, holding her chin in her hand. They were all ready to leave, backpacks shouldered and eagerness hanging in the air. She was the one that would miss them, not the other way around. Just as easily as they became her students, they would become another’s. This was always the worst time of year for her.

  “Ms. S! Make the bell ring faster!” Smiling as little bodies surrounded her desk, Sasha carefully shook her head. Expectant faces, eyes wide for things she couldn’t do, beamed at her only to grow dull at her reaction.

  “I can’t. Clocks don’t work like that. We can line up now, though. Everyone get with your partner, okay?” Everything got loud as children no taller than her hip scrambled for their hallway buddies, and Sasha pushed herself to her feet with a small sigh. Even after four years of teaching here, it never got any easier. Her dark chocolate gaze scanned the dual line of little kids, making sure everyone was holding hands. This year her class was smaller than usual; she only had thirteen students. Every day for two weeks, she would hold a different hand before starting the pattern over again.

  Some of her kids were even smart enough to know which day they wouldn’t have a partner. If she were honest, Sasha didn’t think it was a good idea to constantly shuffle their buddies around, but they insisted. They all wanted to hold her hand, strutting proudly down the hallway like it was the most noble thing they’d ever do. Positioning herself at the front of the line, she glanced at the clock once again to find it ticking down the seconds. Kindergartners always left the building first, followed up until grade eight. Some older students were allowed to leave early if they had to bring their siblings home.

  When the bell rang, Sasha took the hand of the little boy next to her at the front of the line. Children tried to talk, but she held her finger to her lips for quiet.

  “No running, okay? Make sure you bring your moms and dads to see me before you leave.” All down the lines heads bopped in nods, and Sasha opened the door to her classroom to walk towards the playground. It was a relatively short walk; there weren’t even stairs to block their way.

  As soon as sunlight replaced light bulbs, Sasha was bombarded with exclamations about her kids seeing their parents. Since it was the last day of school many had come together instead of singularly. They would come up to her, smile and tell her how wonderful it was to have a teacher like her help their child learn. All she did was smile back, thanking them before they left with ears no longer tuned in to anything but their son or daughter’s high pitched ramblings.

  It took only moments for most of her class to disperse, but when she turned around to go inside, Sasha noticed Serena standing in the shadow of the school. The little girl’s intense brown curls were pulled back in a ponytail, exposing her drawn expression and worrying bottom lip. Kneeling down in front of her, Sasha tried to put on a comforting smile even though her concern was building. If Serena’s mother was late, she usually knew about it halfway through the day.

  “Serena, do you want to come with me and we can call your mom?” Hesitantly Serena nodded, and Sasha took her hand before standing straight up.

  In the office Sasha held the school telephone to her ear and thankfully Serena’s mother answered on the first ring. The woman sounded out of breath, but she was talking too fast for Sasha to even get an introduction in.

  “I know! I know, I’m on my way right now! Traffic was horrible.” A dead tone sounded but Sasha knew Serena’s mother didn’t like talking and driving on the phone at the same time. Setting the handle into the receiver, she ran her hand through her hair with a slight, sad smile. She’d miss talking to these people every day, even if it was only a ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’.

  “Okay, Serena. Let’s go back outside and wait for your mom, yeah? She should be here any minute.” Taking hold of a little hand once again, Sasha smiled in earnest at Serena before they started back towards the playground.

  “Uncle Tony!”

  Squealing in delight, Serena let go of Sasha’s hand to run to the man standing next to her mother. Wiggling her fingers into her pockets, Sasha smiled wider at the sight of the little girl being picked up and twirled around before Serena’s mother strode over to her. Clarice was a typical stay at home mother, complete with shoulder length brown hair and jeans that told of many car rides. Her lean face was washed in apology as she opened her mouth.

  “I’m so sorry for being so late. I had to pick up my family from the airport and traffic was worse than I thought. Can you believe I left the lots three hours ago? I’m ready to drop.” Nodding in understanding, Sasha knew that traffic was bad in the city at any given time.

  “It’s no problem. Today’s the last day anyway, I’m sure we can give you a pass. Did they fly in from Italy for the summer?” Sasha didn’t know much about Clarice’s family other than what Serena would occasionally let slip, but she knew nearly all of them were foreign. Every year they’d come to the States for the summer. It was the little girl’s most favorite time of the year.

  “Actually, Antoni is here permanently. He got transferred for work. Serena just loves him, it’s so cute to watch them together.” Clarice turned back, and Sasha’s gaze flickered over to the pair. They were talking animatedly in Italian, and she couldn’t help but smile wider. He was crouched down, eyebrows drawn together with his full attention on Serena.

  Sasha didn’t let her eyes linger for long, though.

  “That’s nice. It’s all she’s talked about for weeks. Well, I’m sure you’re busy so I won’t keep you. Have a nice summer, Clarice.” Sasha offered a wave, and with one last glance at Serena turned to go back inside and finish cleaning her classroom. It wouldn’t take long, but she still didn’t expect to be home for the next few hours.

  “Oh! Wait, Sasha- The other parents and I got you this. As thanks.” Twisting to watch Clarice dig in her purse, Sasha crinkled her eyebrows together before one of those decorative card holders was thrust at her. Carefully taking it, she popped open the side and dug out the plastic rectangle. It was a gift card to one of the best, and most expensive, restaurants in town. Smiling for the millionth time in as many seconds, she clutched it between her fingers before turning her eyes onto the woman before her.

  “Thanks! I’ve always wanted to go there.”

  “Well now you can! Okay, we have to go now but maybe we’ll see you around sometime. Bye, Sasha.” Watching Clarice walk away, Sasha felt her smile slowly fade away. This was it, her mind told her. It was actually over. Before she could turn to walk back to her classroom, Antoni paused. Now that he was standing, she could see his broadly set shoulders in full, something his white button down did nothing to hide. Sleeves rolled at the elbows showed off tanned skin and muscular forearms that had been hidden while close to the ground.

  Then he looked back at her, dark brown eyes flashing so brightly she could see it from the yards of distance between them. Frowning, she just attributed it to the sun before turning to head inside.

  *****

  Walking heavily into her apartment, Sasha set her purse on the kitchen table before her eyes automatically flickered to the sink. There, like she knew it would be, was a pile of dishes that weren’t there when she left this morning. The sound of some violen
t video game could be heard blasting from the living room, and her face grew long with a grimace.

  “Dwayne! I told you to clean your dishes.” Leaning on the frame of the archway that led to the living room, Sasha felt her grimace worsen as she watched her brother. He didn’t even acknowledge her, too engrossed in his game. With a roll of her eyes she turned back to the kitchen and headed for her bedroom. It was a feat of will power that she put up with her brother, or any of her family, really. She was the only one that had a real job, and that made them think she had money to burn.

  Her electric bill skyrocketed after Dwayne went from crashing on her couch to never leaving her apartment.

  “Where... What the Hell...” Leaning into the refrigerator with more comfortable clothes draped on her body, Sasha rummaged for the steak she’d made the night before. She specifically told Dwayne not to eat it, but obviously he had. Right now her kitchen was pretty empty and it’d stay that way until she started her summer job. Closing the metal door harder than necessary, she ran her hand through her hair and grumbled to herself.

  Dropping into a chair before her small kitchen table, Sasha held her forehead in her hand and cursed the life she had outside of her job. It was as if she was the only decent human being in her whole family. Listening to the sound of Dwayne’s game was only making her frustrated on top of being hungry.

  She only sat down for a moment before she stood up again, grabbing her purse and leaving her apartment. It was a sad day when it was s had to leave, not the unwanted person.

  Driving through the streets aimlessly, Sasha let her mind roam. She was a fourth generation freed slave, and no one ever she was related to ever forgot it. The government and its ‘white supremacy’ politicians owed them, her father would say. Glancing down at her arm, a small frown appeared on her face as she pictured it abused by sun and whatever else had happened then. Her skin was dark but not enough to be the butt of jokes. There were weave extensions in her hair because she couldn’t get it to grow past her shoulders.