Wendy the Good Witch

I wanted so bad to take out his manhood but I couldn't, shouldn't. He would tell his mother, it would get back to my father, Terese would call she would tell me to send Mrs. Ramos to his house. So we kissed instead, I sat on his lap and he pulled me close. I rotated my bottom, I felt he was hard, I felt him growing and then pushing. I let him use me as friction, I let him guide my body. I wouldn't take him into my hands or mouth. I wouldn't give him head on the unmade bed, while Limousines waited in the street. Even though that was all I could think about.

"Oh, Wendy..."

He started to cum, he was holding my waist, I was rubbing my ass against him. I'm sure the other visitors to the floor thought we were having wild sex, quiet wild sex. The bed was squeaking and the two of us were moaning softly, he was enjoying his orgasm with a blonde. It had happened so fast. I decided to give him a long kiss, lots of tongue, I wanted him to know I was sorry I wouldn't suck him or let him fuck me. He would have to go back to his brunettes with perfect eyesight for that.

"What time tomorrow?" I whispered when his tongue slipped out of me.

"Oh, whenever you get up. Maybe we can go to Jersey together. I'm staying at a friend's house near Trenton."

"You are?"

"Mmm."

"That will be great." I kissed him again and then pulled him off the bed, I pushed him out of the door. If he didn't get out soon, I was going to attack his body again.

"Goodnight Wendy, I will see you tom..." I closed the door, I heard him walk away. I pulled down my panties, my pantyhose, I gave myself a little rub, and came all over the unmade bed. I don't think I had ever been so excited before. I crawled onto the bed, I licked it clean, and fell asleep, it was going to be a wonderful night. I would dream of brunettes with perfect eyesight and show them the cum on my tongue and my thin white bra to make them jealous.

*

'I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

You were talkin' so brave and so sweet'

I was a mess. I was out of the shower dripping on the tiles in the little bathroom, I was wishing I was in Princeton, I wanted to cry.

I got a text from my father in the morning. "Can you give Daniel, Wendy's phone number he wants to ask her something?"

I got a text from my sister, she said she saw all of the pictures, and that there was no way Wendy was going back to Princeton. She was way too hot for me. She sent a string of emojis, I knew she was kidding but now I was thinking this was a bad idea, even though it was probably one of the most perfect nights of my life. I now had to get dressed, I had to fix my face, I had to do something with my hair.

The phone next to the bed rang, I didn't even realize there was one there. "Hey good morning. Do you want to get breakfast?" Daniel was up, he was ready, he seemed like he was in a great mood. I would somehow ruin it.

"Um, I'm not ready yet, why don't you eat, and, um, I should be ready by then, I hope."

I slipped back on my bra, panties, and pantyhose. Now I smelled like Ivory soap and toothpaste, they were the only things in the bathroom besides the fruit shampoo. I checked the situation in the mirror, my lashes and eyebrows were still perfect, everything else was too plain, not female enough. I called Marilyn and in seven minutes there was a knock on my door.

"Wendy baby, open up, help is here." I opened the door slowly, I peered out. There was a huge black man on the other side of the door. He was carrying a makeup case, he was holding a bottle of Tropicana. "I brought breakfast."

*

Once again I was amazed at how I looked in a different mirror. Franklyn my new makeup artist was behind me, swigging the bottle of juice and holding a hair dryer. He was shaking his head, he wasn't amazed at all. My eyes and lips weren't as dramatic as last night, I looked perfect for a Saturday morning. He put my hair up in the back, folded it into a nice messy bun. He also left strands falling about my face, curled, it was very feminine, it was something else I was going to have to learn to do.

"See I told Marilyn I could turn someone from Jersey into a diva. Wasn't even that hard, that's how great I am." I turned, I gave him a hug and a thank you, I was about to cry once again, I was so relieved, then there was a knock on the door.

"Ooh hopefully someone brought vodka."

Daniel wasn't even surprised I had a man in the room with me, he shook Franklyn's hand and sat on the unmade bed. He watched as Franklyn ran some brushes on my cheeks, he sprayed me with more Chanel. He smacked my ass and took the rest of the juice.

*

"The car is outside." Daniel was looking at his phone, I had on my denim jacket I was ready to go. I decided I wasn't going to wear my glasses, I put them in my clutch. My eyes looked amazing and I wanted to show them off. I wanted to show off the light pink shadow Franklyn gave me.

"Okay, I was thinking, that, um, next time we come here I will give you head on the unmade bed while the limo is parked outside." He looked up, he seemed to be surprised. I was smiling, I was teasing. Maybe.

He laughed, he covered his crotch, it is crazy how easy it was to make him hard, so I grabbed his hand and we went to the elevator, it was time to leave the Chelsea Hotel. It was time to make out on the elevator again.

To think I used to live only a couple of blocks away from here, I would have loved to just walk around and visit the old neighborhood, but it will probably be safer just going home.

Still, it would be fun.

*

"Do you think we could make one stop before we head off the island?" I asked Daniel, then I asked the driver, they both said sure. "Okay right up here, right on Eleventh."

I wanted to go to the Korean deli, I wanted to see Mrs. Gwan, I wanted to see her if her grandchildren were grown and still working there. We left the car at the curb and Daniel and I made our way into the store. It looked exactly the same, it was literally half a block away from the apartment I grew up in, the apartment where Terese and Michael, her husband, were probably eating an early lunch. There was a young woman and a young man behind the counter at the register. I smiled and looked around, there were a few people in the aisles. When I was younger I was here all the time. This was my favorite place to hide and eat, and this was the first store I bought something for my female self, I must have been eleven or twelve. This was the first place I picked up lipstick, a compact, even curlers, and hairspray. It held a huge place in my heart. Daniel was quiet, he just followed me. I took his hand and walked up to the cashier, I felt uneasy, I felt a little nostalgic.

"Annyeong," I said, I was pretty good with my accent, I learned so long ago even though I didn't remember too many words.

"Hi, annyeong to you too." The cashier, a boy, probably seventeen, eighteen or so, he looked slightly familiar. He had a big smile on his face watching a blonde 'woman' ruin his native language.

"Sung-ho?"

"Ha, yes, well Sammy is fine." He laughed the young woman laughed with him.

"And Binna?"

"Yes, Binna, no one calls me that, just my grandmother."

I smiled, I held Daniel a little tighter, "I remember the two of you when you were so small."

"Are you from the neighborhood?"

"We are, both of us. I'm Wendy and this is Daniel." I pointed outside and kind of introduced them to the driver, though I didn't know his name. I was nervous, I was feeling too chatty, too something. "I used to come in here when I was young, I miss your Grandmother, I only know her as Mrs. Guan. There was a time in my life when I would come in here all the time." I smiled, I started to feel sad, I was so afraid she wasn't with us anymore.

"Really? She is upstairs, I'll go get her." And the young girl left. We talked to Sammy, I knew he didn't remember me, but Mrs. Guan will, though she never saw me as a 'female.' I realized I would have to meet her without Daniel.

"You know what?" I touched his arm, "Why don't you go back in the car I will be right out, I don't want you to see me cry." He then kissed me, he held my cheek and he kissed me again, it was nice, it was quite romantic.

"Okay, call if you need me." We watched him leave.

I turned and smiled at Sammy, I was very happy showing off a man, one who kissed me and held my hand. I then got nervous, I heard a door behind the cashier, behind a wall, "Hello... Mueos-eul dowa deulilkkayo?" It was Mrs. Guan I recognized her right away, she looked exactly the same.

"Eeomma, says how can she help you?"

I walked closer to the counter, my mouth was dry, my eyes were misty. Did I really want to do this, did I really need to bother them on this beautiful Saturday?

"Um, I don't know if you remember me. I used to live in the building around the corner," I pointed, like that would help, "My name was Will Landon."

Was? I was surprised I used that word.

Binna translated what I said, Mrs. Guan looked at me. I felt her look at my hands, my dress, then my lips and eyes. She started to smile, she shook her head, she said something in Korean, I only caught a little bit of it.

Binna and Sammy laughed, as he told me, "She said you used to come in and buy makeup but you never bought anything to take it off. You used to live very dangerously."

I giggled, I felt a tear go down my cheek. "I did, I never thought about it. I remember I bought nail polish the first time I was here, thank god there was also remover in the bag when I got back to the apartment." I walked over and took her hand, I started to cry some more. "I'm sorry." I wiped my eyes, tears were falling onto the dirty linoleum. "Gomabseubnida. Thank you, Mrs. Guan. Thank you for everything."

She smiled at me, she put my hands to her lips, and kissed them. She pointed to herself, "Da-Som,"

"Da-Som, that's grandma's name." Binna smiled.

"Gomabseubnida, Da-Som."

*

I told her my name, I told her I had it since I was young. "I was the only Wendy in the building, not like anyone would know."

They smiled, they said there was a famous Korean singer with that name. They said I was as beautiful as her. They were all being so nice.

I stayed and told them how much I missed the food behind the glass counter. The soups, the rice, the pork, the gochujang sauce. I told them stories of how their Grandmother would let me eat in the window, she would make me try everything. She would tell me what I was eating in Korean, so I never knew. I told them I will never forget this place, I would never forget them.

I had to go, I couldn't keep Daniel or the driver here all day. The three of them walked me to the door.

"Wendy Dol-awajuseyo okay?"

"Grandma wants you to come back, she wants you to visit more." Binna smiled, and they all waved. I came back and kissed each one of them. I knew Daniel and the driver were watching me.

"Please come back." It was nice hearing her use English, just hearing her voice, reminded me of when I was younger. Da-Som, told us to wait, she went back into the store. Soon she came out with a paper bag and she put it in my hand. She hugged me one more time, she spoke more Korean and English, I started crying again and Daniel came out and held me.

"Can we take a picture?" I asked hopeful and they all smiled. I gave the driver my phone, we posed, Mrs. Guan had her arms around me. It was nice, it was turning into a perfect day, a perfect weekend.

We all slipped into the car, we all waved goodbye, I was so glad we stopped. I knew why it took so long to visit, to come back to this part of Chelsea. I had a secret and Da-Som was the only one who knew.

*

We were out of the tunnel, we were back in New Jersey. I felt different. I was leaning against Daniel, it had taken me a long time to stop crying. He let me cry, he didn't seem to mind I was making his shirt wet.

"What did she give you?"

I had the little paper bag on the seat next to me, it was under my clutch, it was right next to Daniel's backpack. "Ooh, I forgot." I opened it up, I looked inside, I started to smile. I dumped the contents onto my silky legs.

Daniel picked up one of the boxes. "Cotton balls?"

"Mmm-mmm, and towelettes, nail polish remover, and a bottle of cleansing water. I guess Mrs. Guan is still watching out for me." I put everything back, the contents made me so happy, I wish I could tell someone. I wish I could tell Terese, even Daniel's mother. It would be a nice story, it was very personal, and it said so much about me when I was younger and so much more confused.

"That was nice, they must have missed you."

I moved more into Daniel, I put my head against his shoulders, I was thinking life was going to get complicated. "Daniel, I have to tell you something."

"Okay."

I breathed out, it wasn't going to be easy. Seeing the deli again and visiting Mrs. Guan did something to my perspective, to my thought process. Things that were once out of focus, became a little clearer. "Daniel, I'm, um, transgender."

I sat up, I glanced in the rearview mirror and caught the driver's eye. He seemed okay with this new information. Daniel was quiet, I was quite close, I was thinking I should move a little further back, let him realize what I said.

"Yeah, I know, your father told me."

*

'I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel

You were famous, your heart was a legend

You told me again you preferred handsome men

But for me you would make an exception'

"Would you really stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, I would love to."

I told the driver there wouldn't be a trip to Trenton, he seemed relieved, he smiled and asked if he could use the bathroom. I asked him to take a picture of Daniel and me first, on my stoop in front of my little house. I could tell he was uncomfortable, I showed him my half bath as soon as we walked through the front door.

I gave Daniel the tour. My living room, my kitchen, my view, I showed him the porch dedicated to Aunt Gloria. I showed him one of my two bedrooms. The walls were maroon and white, I had a pink rug on the wall, I had a matching comforter. Daniel's black backpack on my bed looked like an intruder in this feminine oasis. I showed him my huge bathtub, I then let him get comfortable as I got the driver a bottle of water. I called the coffee shop three blocks away and ordered him a coffee and a sandwich. I even walked him outside and introduced him to Mrs. Kim.

"I saw the car. How was dinner?"

"Better than I would have ever imagined." I hugged her as the two of us waved goodbye to the back of the car, as we both stood in the middle of the street. "Mrs. Kim, I had a date last night and I told him I was transgender."

"You did? And he is in your house?"

"Um, yes, why?"

"Well he either doesn't know what that means or he doesn't care." She gave me a serious look, then she started to laugh, "Wendy sometimes you are so serious. People from Princeton are supposed to have a sense of humor. That's 'our' thing, haha." She laughed some more, I giggled as I brought her in to meet Daniel. I had a slight grin on my face, this was a development I never expected.

"Um, oh hello." He was in a towel, he was coming out of the shower.

"Wendy you didn't tell me he was naked." She was still so serious.

"Well he's not always naked," I said. Then she started laughing, she said she would make me something with gochujang sauce for dinner, she knew it was my favorite.

*

It was late, I made the bed in the guest bedroom. I brought in Daniel's backpack. I did a quick clean. I kissed him goodnight, I told him he made me very happy today. I wish I was confident enough to let him into my bed.

I was in my room, the music was very quiet, I was wearing my lilac slip, I let my hair down. I was looking through all the pictures on my phone, all the ones my father, Terese, and even Daniel sent me. I was looking through my own. I decided I was going to send three of them to everybody. EVERYBODY. I sent them to everyone in my contacts, I even sent them to people at work. I wanted everyone to know how special this weekend was, how happy I was, at how excited I was becoming.

*

It was dark, I walked a couple of feet to the other side of the bathroom, to the guest bedroom. There has never been a man in this bed before, actually, there has never been anyone in that bed before. I wanted to see him, I wanted to watch him breathe. I opened the door slowly, I didn't want him to wake, I didn't want him to think I was weird, a pyromaniac, or a murderer.

"Mmm, hi."

"Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

He put out his hand, his fingers wiggling, it was quite dark but my eyes were used to it. I sat on the bed. "Are you thirsty, would you like something to drink?" I moved the slight hair off of his forehead.

"No, thank you."

"Thank you for the flowers." I smiled in the darkness, I really did love the flowers. I wish he could have seen my smile better.

"You're so welcome." He put his fingers on my lips. They were bare. He put his hands on my cheek, he was following his fingertips as they made their way over my features, my perfect eyebrows, my nose. "It was during the summer, my mother and your father came to visit me in Chicago, they told me all about you." His hand went into my hair, he played with it, he grabbed hold and brought my face close to his, and we kissed. "I was thinking I wanted to meet you, we seemed so much alike." He kissed me again, this time his tongue went into my mouth, I put my hands on his naked chest. I ran my long nails through the slight hair.

I stopped, I tried to see his eyes, it was dark. I wanted to watch him talk to me.

"When your father told me about you, I knew we had to meet, at least one day, especially since they were seeing so much of each other. Then he told me about your mother when you and your sister were younger, it was nice and they loved you so much. I realized we could probably be great friends. Then they left me, but I wanted to hear more." He still ran his fingers over me, I was feeling warm, almost fulfilled. "I was constantly calling, all I did was ask for pictures, you know, I just wanted to see and hear more about you. The two of us were from Chelsea, we both had an older sister, we both liked beer and restaurants even Korean food, hah. It seemed like we could get along so well, especially with me moving to New Jersey, moving so close, we could keep each other company."

"Like now."

"Exactly. Then Terese called. She sent me a picture, you were wearing a red and black skirt, you had these cute black glasses on, then she told me all about you."

"Really? Terese?" I was confused. He moved over, he made me lay onto him, my head on his chest, my hair in his mouth.

"We were on the phone for so long. She told me your mother knew what you were doing in your room, she had some kind of secret knock."

"She did, three quick ones, my mother never walked into my room without knocking."

"See, that was the code. Terese said she would try to get us together, she said she didn't see you as much as she liked."

"I never see her, and no one ever visits. None of us have a car." I felt a few tears form in my eyes again, I had never been this emotional before, ever in my life. "I also didn't try very hard."

"Well, then when I was coming back to New York, your father told me he would pick me up from the airport. He told me you were transgender, he told me they all knew when you were younger. He thought it would be great if we met. He made plans with my mother and surprisingly you agreed. None of us could believe it. Terese said she fainted right on top of one of the neighbors, ha. I originally didn't think I was really going to meet Wendy last night."

I moved up, I tried to look at him in the dark. "Did you like her?"

"You mean do I like you?"