Transformation Ch. 08

"Do you know your parents told everyone you died? We held a wake and everything." Fuck, I didn't know about the wake. Crossing the room she took my hand and started looking it over. "I remember wrapping your hand after you burned it. The scars are gone."

"They said that because I asked them to. I figured I'd been out of your lives for so long it would just be easier. Hell, if Keith hadn't shown up forcing me to run my mouth you would've never had a reason to think I was alive. I don't know what he told you, but it wasn't Tiffany's fault. It's Tiffany, not Nikki. We had a misunderstanding, my fault as usual, and I hurt her. She went out and brought him home to hurt me. If it hadn't been him it would have been someone else. Maybe that would have been better."

I certainly wasn't expecting the slap. I had been in my share of fights in my time, but I can say Jennifer's slap certainly stung the worse. "You selfish asshole. Always thinking about yourself." Ahh yes, the patented Jennifer yell. "When will you start thinking about other people first? Fuck, you're just like that useless cum dumpster of a whore you almost married. Did you know she's wanted by the police? She put some chick in the hospital for sleeping with her boyfriend, used a tire iron on her."

Rubbing my jaw, I waited until she finished. "It was a baseball bat not a tire iron and she also burned my jeep to the ground." I've rarely seen Jennifer at a loss for words but this was one of those times.

It was like watching a descent into madness as she went from smiling to giggling and then to laughter. "Wait a second. IT WAS YOU? You fucked her boyfriend? You're having sex with guys. Sure, why not. She was supposed to marry you and now she's trying to kill you." Her laughter was bordering on hysterical when she stopped suddenly. "He's here right now, isn't he? I'd heard he looks almost exactly like you did but isn't that taking the phrase, "go fuck yourself," a bit literal? Wow, all I can say is wow." With that, she walked out of the room and back to the dining room.

Walking back into the dining room conversation suddenly died. Looking at everyone's faces I could tell that they knew the truth, now just to get their reaction. "Can I ask something really quick," Jennifer suddenly said pulling out a chair, "who here has had sex with Sara?" It was fun seeing her eyes grow wide when she realized it was everyone in the room. "Still as much of a slut now as you were in high school, I see. Ok, guys, did she give you head any differently than any other woman?" Devin and Mike nodded yes, but Aaron and Tom said no. "What was different?" she asked looking at Mike and Devin.

"She's better at it. That and the no gag reflex thing is pretty awesome. Sara, I have no regrets about anything that has happened and it doesn't change what I said earlier." Getting up from his chair Devin wrapped me in his arms soon followed by everyone else. Despite the sadness of today, I found myself feeling surprisingly loved only reinforced when Tiffany slipped her hand into mine.

"So what's the disaster you were talking about earlier?" Kim asked as the group hug broke up.

"Her family doesn't know she is alive. Everyone thinks Rick died."

"Sara, if you don't want to be involved we can take care of it. We'll just tell them the contact information was wrong. Kim, can you call the station."

"On it," Kim said, heading out to the back porch. I'm still in love with her Texas drawl.

"It's not that I don't want to be involved, but the rest of the family is a bunch of religious zealots to the extreme and my situation just would not go over well. They'd be claiming I was being punished by God." Not that it wasn't an apt description.

"She's right," Jennifer added, "I've met her cousins and they are all hardcore. They'd probably say she was possessed or something and needs an exorcism. Her parents were the opposite of pretty much everyone."

"It's taken care of." Kim said coming back into the room, "They're sending officers to your aunt's house now."

"I know what I said earlier about you being selfish but in this case, it's the right call. I still remember your aunt when she found out you were screwing Emily. You could hear the screaming down the street. It was funny though when your mom said she paid for the condoms."

Despite the stress and emotional trauma of the day, or maybe because of it, we all found ourselves laughing hysterically. Eventually, we all moved out to the patio and spent the next couple of hours just rehashing old stories from school. Having everyone knowing the truth I was able to relax more than I had since waking up and it felt wonderful.

Eventually, it grew late and people had to leave. Jennifer and I exchanged a long hug before she left and we promised to talk again later. Standing there with my arm around Tiffany I was sad to see her leave, but content in my new life. "She was in love with you, the old you."

"What makes you say that?"

"Once you convinced her of who you were did you see how she jumped to your defense. I hope you're not upset about Mike and me telling everyone. We just thought it would be easier on you for us to tell them."

"Oh no, it's fine, I appreciate not having to tell the story multiple times," I said wrapping my arms around her by the front door, "I'm sorry you had to come home, but I'm grateful you're here." Standing there with my arms around her I rested my head on her shoulder and felt my knees buckle as exhaustion finally caught up with me. Catching me Tiffany helped me take the short walk to our room and laid me out on the bed. Even fully dressed I was out within moments.

The funeral was on Wednesday. Due to the severity of the injuries, the family had decided to not have a viewing and skip ahead to the burial. Fortunately, my parents had purchased burial plots years ago so there was no squabbling over that. So, as the early morning sun burned down upon us, I watched my parents being lowered into the ground. Tiffany and I stood off to the side as I didn't want to stand with everyone else and have to explain why I was there. I was happy to see that Jennifer had shown up with her kids though. In my mind at least, she was there representing me.

As the service ended and everyone made their way to the cars Jennifer caught up with us. "Well I never thought I would say this," Jennifer said with a small grin on her face, "but I think I'm jealous of how good you look in that dress. I assume Tiffany picked it out." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I knew the shot was coming as soon as I saw the grin. Tiffany had indeed picked the simple black dress and heels for me as I was still struggling with fashion choices. Seriously, who knew there were so many shades of black?

"Yes, Tiffany picked it out for me but seriously thank you for coming. You have no idea how much it means to me." As we talked I watched her kids chase each other around her minivan.

"Would you like to meet them?" When Tiffany and I both nodded yes she called them over. "Rick, Amber, this is Sara and Tiffany they are good friends of mine and I think we'll be seeing a lot of them."

Hi," Amber said in her sweet little six-year-old voice, "You're both really pretty. You're holding hands, are you lesbians? Daddy says girls who like other girls are called lesbians. I hold hands with my friends at school, but I don't think I'm a lesbian. Mom, it's hot. Can you turn on the air conditioning in the van? I wore my pretty dress and I don't want it to get all sweaty." I was more impressed with her ability to say all of that in one breath than her being able to say, lesbians. Jennifer looked completely mortified.

"No sweetheart Tiffany and I are not lesbians. We care about each other very much, but we're not lesbians."

"Ok," Amber said, wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug. Detaching from me she hugged Tiffany before climbing into the minivan.

"Rick," Jennifer said looking at her son, "can you come and say hello. Sorry, sometimes he can be challenging to get to talk."

This did not appear to be one of those times. "Hello. Tiffany, you have really pretty eyes. Mom, I'm going to get in the van now." This time Jennifer looked surprised at how quickly he talked to us.

"I'm so going to kill Keith. Of course, I'll have to dig him out from wherever rock he is currently living under first." She explained that after Saturday night she had thrown him out and wasn't sure where he was.

"Your kids are great," Tiffany said, "Little Rick seems destined to be a real lady killer."

"Trust me," Jennifer said chuckling before looking at me and growing serious, "the thought of him turning out like his father already keeps me up some nights. It's a real shame he never got the chance to meet him." I felt like one of those cartoon characters they show when their jaw hits the floor and rolls away. My eyes were completely popping out of my head as I stared at her.

"WHAT?" Tiffany yelled in the quickly emptying parking lot. I couldn't believe my ears. Yes, Jennifer and I had sex before I got engaged, but we'd used a condom. I remember distinctly that she pulled the condoms out of her purse.

"They all had holes in them," Jennifer said seeing the wheels turning in my head, "Your mom suggested I intentionally sabotage them in the hopes you'd get me pregnant. Yes, we were trying to trap you, but just to get you away from Heather. She'd bragged about snagging you before you came home. I knew you were in love with me and it scared the hell out of me to tell you I felt the same. I thought if I could force us together we would work it out. I'm sorry."

Heather's baseball bat didn't hit me with as much force as Jennifer's words just did. From waking up as a woman, to losing my parents, and now discovering I had a son, it was just too much. I was seriously beginning to doubt my sanity. Was this real or was I still in my coma having some sort of psychotic episode? Knowing my mom the fact that she would be involved was actually the least upsetting thing she had said.

"Sara," Tiffany said resting her hand on my arm, "are you ok?" Feeling her hand on my arm instantly settled me and I found myself taking deep calm breaths.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm ok, it's just too much all at once."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said, taking my hands, "I realized what an incredible hypocrite I was for slapping you for not telling everyone you were alive when I had never told anyone about Rick. I couldn't keep the secret from you any longer."

"It's ok. I was looking after myself. You were looking out for our son. That makes all the difference in the world."

Wrapping me in a hug she just held on for a bit before holding me at arm's length. "Thank you, Sara." I could hear the emphasis she put on my new name. "It's been hard wrapping my mind around what happened to you and I find myself wanting to call you Rick, but you're not him, not anymore. It's obvious you have a new life and unless I'm mistaken a new love. Tiffany, take care of her for me please."

"I will. You're welcome to come over whenever you want, although you might want to call ahead, just in case."

"I'll keep that in mind," Jennifer said walking to her van, "although if you're going to be having studs over like there were on Saturday I may just have to let myself in. It seems I'll be getting back out on the market so I may have to borrow one of your men."

How did my life ever get so screwed up? The woman who gave birth to the son I never knew about may want to borrow one of my guys. I had guys? I couldn't help but laugh as we climbed into Tiffany's car and headed home.

"Sara, are you sure you want to do this?" Tiffany asked for the fifth time in the last two days. We were loading our bags into the back of my new unburnt jeep. Ever since returning from the funeral, Tiffany had been trying to convince me to skip the party this weekend and just stay home. The problem with that is I don't want to stay home and rest; I've been so stressed out over everything I just need to cut loose for a while.

"Tiffany, I need this, okay? I need to completely cut loose and just have some fucking fun or fun fucking either way," I said climbing into the jeep, "So stop worrying about me and let's go unleash our inner slut."

The drive to Tucson took more than two hours thanks to all the construction on the I-10. Driving through to the outskirts we came to a stop in front of a huge walled-off house. The guys working the gate were big and mean-looking and we had to wait while the car in front of us paid, but they waved us straight through. Parking the jeep we grabbed our bags and headed towards the house while it looked like most everyone else going around the side. The music coming from the back of the house seemed to echo off of everything.

Tiffany had to pound on the door for a while before anyone decided to answer. A good looking older tanned guy in board shorts opened the door and looked at us for a moment before he recognized Tiffany. "Tiff you made it," he said pulling her into the house and a hug, "you had me worried when you called saying you might miss this year." Letting her out of the hug he turned to me. "Although if she's the reason I would understand," he said reaching out his hand, "I'm Paul and welcome to my home."

"Sara, I love the house, it's amazing." It was built like an old Spanish mansion, the place was huge and the walls surrounding it made you feel like you were cut off from the world.

"Ok, Tiff, same room as usual and the keys are inside. I do hope you two are planning on manning the booths this year. I did so enjoy it when you backed up onto my cock last time you were in there." He laughed at Tiffany's shocked expression. "Tiff, I'm a wealthy man and people like to steal from wealthy people. I have cameras all over the place and I know who's in the booths and what's going on. That's why I never have major trouble during the party. Now, I have other guests arriving so why don't you two go get changed and have some fun."

Our room was on the second floor facing the back of the house. A single massive bed dominated the center of the room and the furniture was all dark wood. Dropping the bags we quickly changed into the bikinis Tiffany had bought us. The pounding of music could be heard through the heavy curtains covering the windows. I just had to look; I had to see just what was going on before I stepped into the chaos. Pulling the curtains aside I stared down onto the yard.

The backyard was a massive expanse of dark green grass with a large pool off to the side and large trees were spread out providing a generous amount of shade. I could see where a DJ had been set up and the throng of bodies dancing to the beat. A variety of kegs appeared to be positioned around the yard each with their stack of cups. From where I was standing I could see a large line of guys extending out from the side of the house. That had to be the line for the glory holes, but from the sex going on just in the yard, I was hard-pressed to see why they bothered.

Not that everyone was having sex. Most people were just hanging out in the pool or just drinking in the shade. It looked as if the majority of the women had opted for the bikini look, but there was a portion with less. Looking out over the sea of skin it took about ten seconds to decide to ditch my top. Seeing me topless Tiffany just chuckled before pulling off her own and adding more tanning oil. Once we were both sufficiently oiled we headed down to the yard.

Walking out into the yard was like walking into an explosion of the senses. My ears were bombarded by pulsing bass from the DJ booth as the smell of coconut oil filled my nose. The smorgasbord of skin was a feast for my eyes and my imagination. Despite the blazing sun, the grass was surprisingly cool under my feet as we walked around the yard. Seeing the line for the glory holes we walked over to check it out.

The setup was interesting to me in that it was permanent. The room was divided in half with two stations for the guys to stand with a small wall separating them. A series of brass handles allowed either getting some leverage or just hanging on depending on the situation. Above the handles, there were two lights, one red and one green, to indicate if the booth was available for use. The holes themselves appeared to have a brass ring of some kind around the rim to prevent injury. The funniest part was since they were a permanent fixture in the room the walls were all painted a deep red to match the rest of the room.

"The entrance for the women is in the house. That way no one but Paul knows who is in there." As we walked towards the pool, I had to admit that the setup was pretty slick and I was looking forward to taking my turn, but we wanted to relax and check out the menu first.

Slipping into the pool the water felt amazingly cool on my skin. Settling in Tiffany surprised me by pulling me into her arms and catching my mouth with hers. Turning us around, she pinned my body to the side of the pool and pushed her hand between my legs. I was used to her being the more aggressive one, but so far everything we had done was in relatively private situations. Our tongues were still dancing around when she pushed her fingers into my bikini and began rubbing my clit. Fuck, her fingers felt so good as I held on to her, letting her have her way with me.

Finally pushing her fingers into me, Tiffany pulled her mouth off of mine allowing my moans to carry across the pool. "That's it, baby," Tiffany whispered into my ear, "let them hear my woman moan." More than anything she had said to me up to this point her words caused my pussy to flood with my juices. This was the first time she'd verbally claimed me as hers. My moaning increased in volume as Tiffany began to kiss and nibble on my neck.

I wanted to return the favor, but with the angle, Tiffany was standing at all I could do was hang on, my hands roaming her back and ass. Looking around I could see we had the attention of all of the guys and quite a few of the women in our area. Some of the guys looked as if they wanted to come over and join us, but looked worried about being rejected. "Get up on the edge," Tiffany instructed, pulling away from me. Lifting I set myself right on the edge of the pool and opened my legs.

Tiffany wasted no time in pulling my bikini bottoms to the side and pushing her tongue into me. "Oh hell yes," I cried out, having no interest in being quiet. Her talented tongue was fucking me like a little cock rapidly moving in and out. Reaching down I wrapped my fingers into her hair and pulled her hard against my pussy forcing her tongue even deeper into me. Feeling the pressure in my lower body suddenly spike I released her head only to have her latch onto my clit and begin sucking hard. Laying back on the pool decking I was grinding my hips against her, pinching and twisting my nipples, when she slipped her fingers back into me.

Feeling her fingers probing inside me I knew what she was looking for and it wasn't long before she was vigorously stimulating my g-spot. As my orgasm crashed over me I started to fold up only to have my face run into the trimmed dark haired pussy that was descending. Grabbing the body it was attached to I lay back down and drove my tongue into her. I didn't give a fuck who it was, she was tasty. As Tiffany continued to lap at my pussy her technique changed and I could feel pressure coming in a rhythm. She was being fucked as she licked me and odds were good she had no idea who it was. Despite all that she continued to stimulate my g-spot, causing orgasm after orgasm making it very difficult to concentrate on the pussy above me.

Forcing myself to focus I ran my tongue through the wet folds above me. My arms were locked around her, pulling her tight against me as I shoved my tongue into her. As I licked her I realized the taste was slightly different than I was expecting, and it wasn't until I felt something slide across my tongue that I realized what it was. She had a guy's cum leaking out of her pussy and into my mouth. Tasting that salty-sweet flavor I've come to love I attacked her pussy sucking hard to pull out every drop. Using my fingers to open her up I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her.