This Makes Me Happy Ch. 02

"Oh yah, huh?" she said, and her smiled returned in full.

We finally made it to the restaurant and got an outside table so we could watch the sunrise. We ordered coffee and breakfast and still, the illusion remained. Not a single person we met gave the beautiful woman at my side a second thought. Perhaps they had thoughts, but it was certainly not about whether she was male or female!

The sun rose gloriously and that was the way I felt. I looked across the table at the hungrily eating Denni and smiled secretly. Even the direct light of the sun only brought out her feminine glow. She caught me staring at one point.

"...what?" she said smiling.

"Nothing," I said. "It's just...it's just that I've never...been with anyone as pretty as you..." she stopped chewing. Her eyes filled with tears and she quickly looked away to wipe them. She swallowed what she had been chewing and it was a thick, moist sound, not entirely from the food. When she finally did turn back, she had a smile on her face, but it wasn't beaming as usual, it was sedate and serious.

"Thank you," she whispered, sniffling, and she reached her hand out and placed it on mine. "No one's ever made me feel this pretty before..."

Though Denni was repeatedly referred to as a prostitute or call-girl, she had never, even from the first, asked for or expected any money for being with me. I could have paid her and paid her well, and I wouldn't have been disappointed if she had asked me for payment. But she worked in an exotic nightclub on alternate nights, a waitress and part time dancer on slow nights, and seemed only interested in being anywhere else for awhile. A small, short vacation of sorts, whereas mine was as long as I wished and as large as I could handle. After that first night and morning together and after I expressed my desire to see her again, she would show up either after work at night, around midnight, or early in the mornings on her days off, around 7:30. That day after our first night together happened to be a day off, so after our intimate sunrise breakfast, we strolled down the beach, holding hands and watching waves break beside us. The wind was up and her hair billowed out behind and to the side of her, like an inky flame. Her blouse clung to her, showing every contour as did her skirt. A wave came up and splashed her legs and she squealed in delight and caught the bottom of her skirt quickly up and draped it over her arm. Now her legs were bare and I relished the sight. Again she caught me staring.

"...what is it now?" she asked, uncomfortably.

"I was just wondering how you got to be so...feminine...." I said.

"Oh, that!" she laughed above the sound of another crashing wave. "I thought it was having my legs sticking out bare like this."

"Oh no," I laughed back. "They make the beach more beautiful! If you had a bikini on, it would be even better."

"I have one you know," she said. "A pretty one, too. Real skimpy though. maybe too much."

"I'd like to see you in it," I said.

"Everybody would scream and run away!" she laughed. "But..." She quieted in voice and mood suddenly. "I'm just like this because I was born like this. I'm one of those ones that had both sets of genitals when I was born. The doctors decided which I should be and...they were wrong...."

"Boy were they ever." I said. "There's absolutely nothing male about you, except for your..."

"My thing," Denni said, smiling. I looked at her seriously.

"Ever think of, you know..." I said.

"Naw," she said. "I've gotten...used to it..." She laughed then and her voice was suddenly filled with lightness again. It had been getting a little dark up to that point. "Most of the guys I've been with though...they were, shall we say, a little disappointed..."

"Huh?"

"Yah, no, they take me home with them and, I dunno, they expect a log to fall out when I pull my undies down," she laughed. "Like I could hide something that huge! But they want a 'boy' and they get me instead. They want a 'gay experience' and lots of them want anal sex - from me - and well, it's like that joke, 'is it in yet?'"

"Well, shit," I said.

"No, that would probably be better for them," Denni said grinning. "So I bought these things on the Internet. It's a strap-on dildo basically, but it's for guys. You kinda...slip it over your thing and you wind up with an 11 inch long, 2 inch thick 'rod of iron.' I've used that several times. I think it's gross but whatever makes them happy, I suppose."

"...what makes you happy?" I asked, and Denni turned and smiled at me.

"This makes me happy," she said softly, and her eyes were sincere, soft. "Just walking along with you on the beach, being myself. Sex isn't really an issue. My being femme or not femme or a girl or boy or hung or not - it just isn't important right now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to take you behind those rocks and blow you, but that would just be normal, it would be just me and not like anything's expected or that I have to perform on stage or in bed."

I smiled at her. It was the most she'd spoken since I'd known her. She really was quite comfortable with me, but I was glad she mentioned the blowjob. At least it meant I wasn't boring. We strolled along, not having to be anywhere or do anything. The breeze coming off the ocean was invigorating; it made me feel strong, virile, but the small woman walking barefoot in the sand beside me, with her beautiful legs exposed, made me feel even more manly. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

Yes, this made me happy too...