No Thank You Ch. 05byWhiskeyIsGood©
Sarah and I had been together for nearly a month now; it was coming up on Thanksgiving, day and I was getting ready to go to my parents house for dinner on the holiday.
My parents both knew Bryan well we'd' been friends a long time after all so it was only natural that they invited him as well. Of course, they had no idea that Bryan was no longer just my friend. They had no idea that Bryan and I were having sex together, or that he liked to dress as a woman, or how god damn convincing he was when he wanted to be.
In just a month's time, the two of us had really gotten a lot closer than we had ever been as just friends. We spent a lot of time together, playing video games like' we did before any of this ever started and' also going out places. We went to the mall a lot, and I was always happy to treat my Sarah to the movies and dinner. Bryan practically did not even exist anymore to be honest with you; in my memories maybe, but to me Bryan had become Sarah.
Just shortly after we made it official, we had been laying in bed together one night when he revealed to me that he had for a long time, thought that he should have been born a woman. He told me how as a kid, he would play dress-up and put on his sisters clothes when she wasn't' around.
He told me he would play with Barbie dolls sometimes and other things that girls would do, but any normal boy would never be caught' doing. It was safe to say, at least in my opinion, that Bryan was transgendered; of course' it took a bit of time to convince him of that.
We did lot's of research online and after a few days of looking into it, I finally got through to him and convinced him that this was what the problem was. He told me later on, that he wanted to start dressing as Sarah all the time; that he felt more comfortable as himself when he was dressed up.
So' since then, he had been doing exactly that; he was Sarah pretty much all the time now; the only time he dressed as Bryan was when he had to go to work or see his family. We told most of our friends already, so he felt comfortable being in front of them while dressed as Sarah, but he had not gone full-time yet as in going to work as a woman.
I woke the morning of Thanksgiving, in my comfortable bed, with Sarah wrapped up in my arms. We were both naked, having spent an hour and a half fucking our brains out the previous night. I pulled my arms out from underneath of her and rolled over, throwing my feet over the edge of the mattress and standing up. I stretched and yawned as I made my way to the bathroom to relieve my bladder; then it was into the shower to wash up.
By the time I got out of the shower, Sarah was already awake and she smiled at me as she got out of bed and walked over to give me a morning kiss. Then it was her turn to hit the showers, while I dried off and got dressed for dinner that night. As I tied my shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed I heard the shower starting up; she came back out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall staring at me for a moment.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said looking down at her feet.
I could tell she was lying, but I wasn't' sure if it was a good idea to push the topic or if I should let it go and let her tell me when she felt comfortable.
"It's just; do you mind if we stop at my parents before we head over to your mom and dad's tonight?"
"Sure, I don't mind; why what's up?"
She walked back into the bathroom and I followed her, leaning against the sink as she pulled back the shower curtain and climbed under the hot water, allowing it to run down her body and soothe her muscles.
"I want to tell them," she said.
I had not expected her to say something like that; of course, I knew what she meant. She wanted to come out to her parents tonight. She wanted to confess to them that she was transgendered and that she was no longer living life as Bryan, but instead as Sarah.
"Are you sure?" I asked, scratching my thick, dark beard.
"No," she laughed, trying to raise her voice over the sound of the rushing water. "But I can't hide it from them forever,"
She had a point there I knew, full well, that eventually she would be unable to keep this sort of a secret from the ones who had given her life.
"What do you think they'll say?"
"That they hate me,"
"C'mon Sarah; you can't be serious?"
She poked her head out from behind the shower curtain, a sly grin on her face, but in her eye's I could see pain; I could see that she was dead serious about what she had said.
"My dad is as homophobic as homophobic get's; he's no religious man, but he's pretty serious when it comes to Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. He's going to flip shit, but he will have a damn heart attack when I tell him I don't' want to be a boy anymore. My mom...she's so uptight and paranoid and all kinds of other shit, she'll' just about have a stroke herself. I'll be disowned by the end of the night."
"So why are you even going to bother?" I was confused. If she was so certain that' her parents were going to react in such a negative manner, why was she' so dead set on telling them in the first place.
"Because I have to be true to myself," she sounded a little annoyed. "Besides, when I tell them about the depression and how I've been living like a zombie for so long...and how now that I'm Sarah, I feel so much more alive...their bound to understand; right?"
I wasn't' so sure, about that. I would have loved to say yes, just to set her mind at ease. I knew how much this meant to her, and I knew how undeniably nervous she really was. I just did not want to get her hopes up, just to have her parents react in completely the opposite way.
The depression part was true; Bryan had always been a good guy' and fun to be with, but I had always known he was depressed. Some days he did not even want to get out of bed or do anything.
It took a lot out of me to get him moving; I had always been there pushing him, trying to encourage him to do things with his life even if he did not want to. It hurt to know the reason he had always been that way was because' he had spent years feeling like he had been born in the wrong body.
She turned off the shower, pulled back the curtain and stepped out. My mind swayed from how tonight was going to turn out, to the beautiful figure standing before me, dripping water all over the towel laid out on the floor. Her beautiful blonde hair was curled and she smiled at me with that angelic smile that I loved so much.
My eyes traveled down her body to her penis, dangling between her legs, as she stepped towards me and leaned over me to grab her towel off the hook behind me. She dried off and as she did, I examined her body and she was well aware that my eyes were studying her the entire time. She welcomed my embrace, as I stepped forward wrapping my arms around her, and she tossed her towel to the floor.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said in a seductive voice.
"Did I turn you on by drying off in front of you?"
Her tone said that she had known exactly what she was doing, and that she had been trying, without much effort, to turn me on the whole' time. Not that she needed to put much effort into it; she could get me horny just my looking at me sometimes.
"Maybe," I replied, giving her a kiss on the lips. Our cocks were both rock hard now and pressing together as we started kissing more passionately. My hands traveled down her back to her ass and gave it a light squeeze, causing her to jump and laugh at me.
"I suppose we have enough time for a little...quickie," she whispered as she squeezed my cock through the fabric of my jeans.
She pushed me out of the bathroom and onto the mattress got down on her knees and smiling innocently up at me; she unzipped my pants and whipped my cock out. Stroking me nice and slowly, she gave the head of my shaft a gentle lick with her tongue. I moaned, running a hand through her hair and pushing her down as she closed her lips around my cock.
She took me all the way to the back of her throat, all the way to heaven as she went to town on me.
Bobbing her head up and down, making those' slurping and gagging sounds that I loved to hear so much from her. I did not last very long; after about two minutes, I bucked my hips and with a grunt, I came in her mouth shooting my load down her throat and she swallowed every drop before licking me clean.
I fixed myself up a bit while she went about brushing her teeth and getting dressed. We decided to leave early, since we were stopping by her parent's first; this way it would not be too late by the time we got to my mom and dad's house.
We left around 2:00 but when we got in the car, I could tell Sarah's nerves were really worse now than they were an hour ago.
"Let's go to your parent's first," she said.
"You're hesitating aren't you?"
"Maybe just a little,"
I laughed slightly and sighed, leaning back in the driver's seat.
We arrived at my folk's house by around 3:00, and they were excited to see me but as I had expected they were a bit unsure of who' Sarah was. The first thing my dad did when we walked through the front door was pull' me aside and ask me, "Who's the hot girl?"
"She's uh...she's a friend," was all I said for the time being.
We sat down for dinner by around 5:00, and I am not going to lie; there was a very awkward feeling at the table. I knew what was on the minds of my' parent's as well as everyone else sitting there at that moment. While Sarah was very convincing when she wanted to be, you could still tell if you paid close enough to certain body features and the way her voice sounded. I was pretty' sure, my parent's at least, had figured out that something was a little different about my "friend."
So I wasn't' surprised when about halfway through dinner, my mom broke the awkward silence with the question I had been expecting her to ask.
"Are the two of you...together?"
We looked at each other and Sarah blushed.
"Yeah mom; we're together."
She smiled and took a bite of her food, then glanced over at my father as if trying to decide how to word her next question. It was obvious what she wanted to ask next, but I could tell she was afraid she might come off sounding rude or offensive.
"I know what you all are thinking," Sarah spoke up for her. All eyes were on her now, and I waited for her to continue.
"This is going to sound funny but; you already know me. It's me, Bryan."
Now I could tell that everyone in the room was completely shocked, and my heart was in my throat as I waited for someone, anyone to say something. Just end the silence, say something, I didn't' care if they told me to get out or wrapped their arms around us and told us it was okay; the silence was just deafening.
"Well I uh...knew there was something a little, different. I didn't know that though." My mother seemed absolutely' lost as to what to say. "Bryan I uh...didn't even know you were gay."
"Well...Mrs. White I'm not gay. I'm' transgendered; I've' gone a very long time not able to understand myself, and suffering from severe depression because of that, but I have your son to thank for helping me realize the truth. I'm so happy now, I feel so much more comfortable as Sarah and it's all thanks to Tom showing me that it's okay to be this way."
All in' all, it seemed like my parents were okay with this; a little confused at first, but overall more understanding then I had expected them to be. Of course if they had known about the threesome we had with that guy at the club a few weeks ago, or how I sucked Sarah's cock pretty much every other night and let her fuck my ass too, then things might be a little more awkward; but why would my parents want to know that sort of thing anyway.
The only thing we had to worry about now was how her parents were going to react. We left my mom and dad's house around 8:00; it was getting late and we were pretty' sure Sarah's mom and dad were already done eating dinner by now.
So the plan was, stop by, wait for the inevitable question of "who are you" answer said question, deal with the explosion of confusion and anger and then go back home to deal with whatever consequences the confession would lead to.
I was worried, maybe even more worried than Sarah herself was. I was worried for a different reason then she was though. I was afraid of how their reaction was going to make Sarah feel; she had struggled with depression for so long as it was. How would she feel after tonight was over with; would she slip further into a depression? Would she shut down completely?
Would I be able to get through to her, to make her feel better?
My heart was in my throat again, as we pulled into the driveway at her parent's house and sat there for a few moments in complete silence. I waited; I wasn't' sure whether to say something, or just get out and open her door for her so we could get this over with.
Or' maybe I should just wait in the car; no, she was going to need me. I knew that much.
Finally, I looked over at her and placed a hand on her knee trying to calm her nerves. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded her head, I opened my door got out walked around to the passenger side and helped her out of the car as well. We walked up to the front door and she took a deep breath, raising her right arm and knocking on the wooden door.
Three knocks, and after a few seconds, we heard the sound of the door clicking as it swung open and there stood a woman in her mid to late fifties. She had short brown curly hair and blue eyes and she wore glasses.
"Can I help you?" she asked. I figured that would happen; obviously, she was not going to realize that the girl standing in front of her was actually her daughter.
"Mom...it's...it's me, it's Bryan."
The look on her face was unexplainable; like she was confused, or maybe she thought she had not heard correctly.
Her hand moved to her chest, her eyes widened and she looked like she wanted to bust' out laughing. "What is this honey," she asked trying not to laugh.
"Halloween was almost a month ago!"
"Yeah, funny; that's how this started in the first place. Mom, I'm not dressing like this for the fun of it."
"Oh well how come then," she asked. "You're not trying to impress some boy are you?" she joked.
"Mom...I came here to tell you something. I'm transgendered."
Now the shock was evident; that was the reaction, I had expected.
"I was born in the wrong body; I was supposed to be a woman, not a man; this is my boyfriend, Tom. Also' my roommate; he helped me to understand myself and come to terms with what I am. I might be dead by now if it were not for him."
"Honey, I don't understand; you're telling me your' gay?"
"No mom, I'm telling you that you gave birth to a boy, but I was supposed to be a girl. Mom; I know this might be hard to take in but I uh...I'm not Bryan anymore."
"What's the meaning of this?"
It was her father's voice. He came up to the door behind his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder and he looked rather annoyed. I watched the angry look in his eyes and heard the stern tone in his voice, and I had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen.
"Who is this?" he asked his wife. She hesitated, looked down at her feet and shook her head.
"Stanley it's...its Bryan. He says he wants to be a girl, and that he's dating this young man next to him; that he's gay."
"I'm not gay!" she shouted angrily. I watched as Stanley pushed his wife aside and stepped out onto the front porch.
"Are you trying to tell us something boy; that you're some kind of sissy faggot?"
I flinched at the insult her father had so carelessly thrown, and tried not to think about how many times the title "sissy faggot" had been' used while we were having sex together. It had a whole' new meaning when it was being' used by someone who was actually legitimately homophobic.
"Please nothing; are you taking it in the ass
from this guy?"
Now I was getting angry. I figured he would be an asshole about it, but he was over reacting just a little, and I wasn't' like it at all.
"Mr. Smith, there's no reason to talk like this; she's still your child and-"
"My child; heh I'm sorry but MY child does not suck cock or take it in the ass, MY child is not some faggot."
"I said, don't talk like that!"
Before I knew what I was doing, I was in Stanley's face, anger burning in my voice but he just smiled sarcastically back at me as though he did not give a damn what I had to say to him. The next thing I knew, and before I could defend myself, he had grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up off my feet.
I guess I had forgotten Sarah's father was an ex-marine. Granted, I was in pretty' good shape myself, but this guy had about 30 or 40 pounds on me and he looked like he was made up of all muscle while I was just your typical Joe shmoe who worked out from time to time.
"Dad, knock it off!"
Sarah tried to pry him off' of me, and after struggling for a minute, I decided I was not going to take this from him. I kicked him in the shin and sure enough he let go of me; I fell to the concrete and got right back up, stepping back from him as he cursed angrily.
"Get off my property," he spat.
"Dad please' just-"
"Get off my property you god damn queer!"
He shoved Sarah and she landed on her butt. I went to help her up and as I did' Stanley slammed the door in our faces and locked it.
We made our way back to my car and I could tell she was fighting hard not to cry. Furious, I got in the driver's side, slammed the door shut and started driving home. We got back to our apartment after an hour long drive, and Sarah went straight to the bedroom locking herself in.
I sat down on the couch, face buried in my palms, trying to get my head around all of this and forget about how badly I wanted to wrap my hands around Stanley's throat and choke him to death.
After about five minutes, I had gotten myself together enough to get up and' walk down the hallway and knock on our bedroom door. After three knocks I heard the lock click, and took that as a sign that I could enter freely.
I walked into the room; Sarah was in the bathroom and I could hear the water in the sink running. I looked into the bathroom and there she was not wearing anything but her jeans and a bra. Leaning over the sink, she was still trying not to break down.
I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her from behind her, and after a few seconds' she turned around and buried her face in my chest, finally letting go. She sobbed and cried and I did my best to comfort her.
"It's okay," I whispered.
After a few minutes, she looked up at me, tears in her eyes and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back and what started as a gentle loving kiss turned into' a burning passionate kiss' instead. She pushed me against the bathroom wall and moaned as she gave a gentle squeeze of my package.
I was a bit surprised she wanted this so badly, after she had just been crying; but whatever would make her happy, I would do gladly.
Clothes were torn off, discarded, thrown to the floor as we made our way to' the bed and collapsed on the mattress. She was on top of me, and making her way down towards my cock ready to take it in her mouth when I stopped her.
I flipped over on top of her and spread her legs, kissing my way down her chest towards her groin and I stopped just short of her cock smiling up at the woman I loved.
"Let me," I said. I wanted to pleasure her, not the other way around. It was her' who had just gone through hell an hour ago so it was me' who should be pleasuring her to make her feel better. I wrapped my lips around her hard cock and started bobbing my head up and down.