"You’re a Girl Now?" Ch. 04-06

[All Characters are over age of 18]

Chapter IV:

The next morning came too soon. I woke up before Flint did but I was more than happy to be the little spoon on the sofa a little while longer. His big, heavy arm wrapped around me and held the throw blanket over the two of us. The house was cold but his body was warm and it was an amazing feeling to feel almost entirely enveloped by him.

What was just as amazing was how I felt his manhood pressed against my butt and lower back. Even when he wasn't stiff, it was still impressive. I contemplated waking him by pressing my behind in to him and wiggling about to rouse him from his sleep.

But I didn't get the chance. His phone rang. He always had a different ringtone for every important person in his life. This one was the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, which I recognized as what he chose for his mother. When I pulled his phone from his jeans pocket on the floor in front of the couch to hand it to him, he chose a polar bear for her photo.

"Mom?" He said sleepily into his phone. "Yeah, I'm over at Sam's. I spent the night. No yeah. I told you I was going to see her yesterday. For sure." He ended the call and sat up. "So what do you have planned for Christmas Eve?" He asked.

"Well... Nothing really. It's just another day to me," I replied. "You know I'm not really a Christian anymore."

"Yeah no, me neither. But it's still like, you know, a family holiday. You didn't have anything you were doing?" He asked while he tossed off the throw blanket, revealing his flaccid but still very impressive cock laying across his thigh.

My eyes stayed focused between his legs while I said "as you can see, my family decided their relationship with people who have disowned me is more important than their relationship with me." I sat up as well and pinched the throw blanket around my shoulders. "So yeah, I don't really do Christmas anymore. For any reason."

Flint fished his Santa hat from the floor, where articles of our clothing were tossed casually about the night before. "Look at you! You're such a Grinch!" He put the Santa hat on my head and held my face, saying "We're going to get you in the Christmas spirit." Then he kissed me on the forehead. "But first, we should probably shower. As much as I like it, I don't want to go back to my place to see my family while I'm all covered in cum," he laughed.

He stood up and walked toward the hallway and I watched his cock sway around hypnotically. "You coming?" He asked and he noticed where my eyes were fixed. "Hey, eyes up here miss."

We went to my parents' master bathroom where they had a huge tiled shower. It was big enough to fit us both comfortably with plenty of room to move around. Despite this, Flint still stood very close to me and every time he moved to reach for the soap, shampoo, or conditioner, he made sure to rub his dick against my butt, thighs, belly, or even bat it against my own, which was even smaller in the cool air of the shower.

I held my hands out and he squirted a jizz of soap onto my palms. Then his hazel eyes watched me expectantly while I lathered his hard body up. Once he was soapy, he pulled me close and rubbed his body against mine. As he did this, he was starting to swell up again.

I was as well, though it was hardly a sight to behold compared to him. Between the hormones, my rigorous skincare routine, and the fact that it was always a bit small and dainty to begin with, it was hard to believe that it was technically the same organ he had between his legs.

The night before, it was dark and I was still somewhat dressed. He didn't have a great angle to really see me like this. It was a more sensational experience between us.

This was different because in the morning light, I was completely bare and visible to him. He saw all of me. I was always slender with a big butt. Since transitioning, my thighs and behind began to store more fat and my breasts were even developing naturally, though really they were nothing to write home about. But I loved my newfound softness and curves. Still, that residual anxiety of the previous seventeen years remained and I couldn't help but feel scared.

I initially felt apprehensive about the shower because I thought maybe Flint only liked the way I felt. Not necessarily how I looked. That seeing me naked would remind him of what he did and he might be disgusted with himself. With me.

But on the contrary, he was completely stiff again and enjoying himself while his huge hands made my body slippery with soap. They glided around my neck. Then to my shoulders and back. Through my arms and across my ribs and waist. He took his time making sure that my ass was thoroughly soapy and I felt his fingers graze my butthole, which puckered instinctively when he touched me. With a laugh, he continued forward until his soaped up hands completely enveloped my little penis.

He brought his lips to mine and we kissed while he toyed with me. We giggled at each other and I felt myself swell under his touch. Then he bent down slightly and I felt his grinding under mine. His head glided against my smooth shaft and he rubbed it against my tiny receded testicles. I felt so vulnerable when he did this but it only excited me more.

Even though he was calling attention to a part of myself I resented, I felt attractive. What he was doing excited him and it definitely excited me. His cock slipped out from under me as if it was held by a spring before slapping against my belly.

I took him in my hands and started stroking. When I pulled toward his bulging head, his foreskin closed over it, blinking like a huge fleshy eye at me. When I pulled back down, I rubbed my thumb across and I could feel his body respond to this.

"Slow down!" He urged me. "I want you to cum too..." and he reached back down and cradled my parts in a single hand.

"It's ok," I purred. "I want to see it again." When I said this, I could feel him twitch in my grip. "I've never seen a cock this big before."

"Do you like it?" He asked and I could hear his voice straining. "You're really good at this."

"It's amazing... like everything else about you. I never thought we would ever be doing this..." I huffed while he softly pinched my tiny head in its foreskin between two fingers and massaged it. His finger swirled around and his grip tightened and softened when he did. "Oh God, Flint," I began to whine and bit my lip.

"Does that feel good? I like hearing you moan..." he tailed off and grit his teeth. "It's so hard to hold it in. Slow down Sammy, you're gonna..." He sighed and I gripped him harder. My other hand held his balls in my palm. They hung really low and they were heavy in my hand. I could feel them shifting and the familiar feeling of pressure like a firehouse began to shoot through his cock. "Oh my God!" He cried.

When his cock pumped out another huge squirt, I felt it swell slightly in my hand while it contracted. He shot out stream after stream and put both of his hands on my shoulders. His cock was pointed between my legs and I felt his cum shoot all over my tiny penis. The pressure was surprisingly intense and he blasted it with several volleys before he was done. It coated and covered mine completely.

All it took then was for him to squeeze mine and I felt his hot cum all over my head and as he started to stroke me, I felt it creep in beneath the foreskin and drip down my shaft and between my legs. My legs twitched and I cried out at I returned fire, once again, only oozing out down his hands.

"You like that baby?" He whispered while he kissed my neck and I nodded my head. "We made a mess again," he laughed. We took turns washing each other again, though it was difficult to resist the temptation to stay in the shower all day.

When we finished, Flint gently dried me off before putting his clothes back on. He brushed his hair and borrowed some of my father'a spray on deodorant and was completely ready while I was still damp. Then, in typical male fashion, he sat on the bed across from the master bathroom and watched me somewhat impatiently.

"You're gonna be there a while, mister," I told him while I used a cleanser on my face with cold water. "I have this whole skin routine I have to do." I looked back at him and he smiled, folding his arms. He said nothing and just enjoyed watching me.

"Hey Sammy," he said after a long while and leaned against the doorframe. I didn't pause rubbing in a moisturizer but I nodded my head to show I was listening. "So I was mulling over how to even ask this. It feels so silly and childish..." he looked down and I could see his cheeks blushing in the reflection of the mirror. "I... really like you. But I don't want to have this... fuck buddy type of relationship with you."

I adjusted my towel, which was wrapped around my chest and turned to face him. I knew this was coming... He exploded all over me in the shower and now he's finally thinking straight. Just get it over with. Tell me you just want to be friends. Tell me that you always thought of me as a friend and you can't shake that. Tell me it's too weird for you. Tell me it isn't right that we don't hang out anymore. Tell me goodbye and leave the country and we'll never speak again. Get on with it, Flint... don't drag it out.

"It's just... we're such close friends," he continued and I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. He took a step forward and sighed before saying "it doesn't feel right to me that we're just doing this so... casually."

Here it comes.

"Sammy... Samantha... I don't want you to be my friend with benefits. Fuck buddy. Side piece. Whatever you want to call this."

It's better you tell me now. It's better you break my heart now, Flint. But it still hurts. I hate to lose you.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

Chapter V:

I had lived in the same house all my life. This was also true for Flint, up to last year. We lived less than a block apart from each other and we grew up playing in each other's houses. The both of us were such a familiar sight at each other's places that we didn't even have to knock anymore. All we had to do is simply walk in. His home was mine and mine was his.

The thought of walking through his front door to see his family now terrified me. Since I transitioned, I haven't spoken to his family at all. I was such a common presence in the Greene household and I suddenly vanished as soon as Flint did. As much as I came to care for them, it was depressing without him around. But then there was the fear that they would tell him how much I had changed.

The last time they saw me, I was still dressed like a boy. Now I was wearing a red pleated skirt, black leggings with green socks bunched up at my ankles, and huge oversized green Christmas sweater that said "Ho Ho Ho" across the chest. All of this was for Flint's amusement, of course.

I knew it was stupid because I'm sure my mother and Gracie, Flint's mother, talked about it. But it obviously never made it back to him. Even still, I was a little ashamed at least haven't said hello in more than a year.

And now I was standing on their front porch with their all-American picture perfect US Marine son. He wasn't bringing me as his friend from down the street. I was there as his girlfriend.

It was hard for me to even imagine how they would react. While we lived in California, it isn't the political and social monolith the rest of the country assumes us to be. His family was fairly conservative and it was always a big deal for them to all attend Midnight Mass together.

When I came out to my own family, there were a lot of emotions. There was some acceptance. But there was also a lot of arguing. I stood my ground and got disinherited by my extended family for it. It was traumatic, sure. But by this time, I was so used to it that I was sort of numb to all the criticism.

Is all that about to happen to him? Is he about to endure all the same arguing and invalidation and drama that I did? His family is very important to him and he's about to throw it all away for me... I'm not worth it. Please God, if you are real, make me good enough to deserve all of this.

I barely had a chance to steel my nerves. He just opened the door and ushered me in before him. Immediately, I was bombarded by all those warm and nostalgic smells of Gracie's cooking. It was intoxicating and cozy. Though it wasn't enough to calm me down and I could hear my heart in my ears.

"There you are!" Gracie said as she rounded the corner into the front room. I had barely slipped out of my booties and then she was upon us. She stood on her toes to hug him. Then she turned to me and with a bewildered expression, she said "Wow Sammy! You're so... pretty!" Then she reached out and squeezed me with a hug as well.

Gracie was always very pretty and even as she entered her fifties, this was still true. Flint's extraordinary handsomeness didn't just come from nowhere. His whole family was good looking.

Gracie led us to the family room where the rest of the Flint's family waited. His aunt and uncle with his two twelve year old cousins. His grandmother and her new husband she married a few years ago. And of course, his stoner older sister and her boyfriend.

"Hey you guys all remember my best friend Sam?" Flint announced while we entered. I didn't even have time to look up at them before my cheeks burned. "Well we're more than friends now!" He laughed and held up his hand with his fingers interlaced with mine. "She's my girlfriend!"

How is this so easy for you? I threw up right before I told my family. And you just dropped it on them so casually.

"Yeah I heard about this," Flint's uncle Jason was the first to respond. He was bald with glasses and a short beard. "So you're a cross-dresser full time now?"

"Not anymore," Flint responded before I could say anything. His cheerful tone was suddenly very serious. I looked up at him and he gave the room a stern expression. "She was cross dressing for most of her life and now she stopped." The room was quiet and awkward for a moment while the group slowly processed what he was telling them.

Emily, his older sister, stood up from the sofa and wrapped her arms around me. "Good for you," she whispered into my ear. Then she turned to her brother and said "and good for you too, she's really pretty."

Flint led me down the steps into the room. He sat down on an overstuffed chair and pulled me onto his lap. The family resumed their previous conversations but a few relatives glanced over at me curiously.

Before too long, I realized that I was not the only new part of Flint's life they wanted to know about. He dazzled them with tales of his experiences at boot camp, his several different training commands, the arduous training regimen he has to follow in Japan, and so on. They were all so impressed by him that I couldn't help but laugh- All eyes were still on him.

His two cousins pulled him away for some game they were playing in the back yard with dart guns. He sold being shot very well and collapsed in the grass lifelessly while the twins pounced on him.

"Did you always like him?" Nora, his grandmother, asked suddenly. She was still sitting on the sofa underneath a blanket with an oxygen tank.

"Yes... I did," I replied, still watching him through the sliding glass window. "For a long time."

"To be honest, honey... we always kind of knew. Not this... Just... The way you would always look at him." She followed up. I turned around and faced her. Her expression was sweet and her eyes were huge behind her glasses. I expected her to be my biggest critic but instead she was just... a sweet old lady. Everybody in his family was so nice. Like him.

I felt like crying. Why are these people so fucking nice? Are they just being polite and as soon as they get him alone they will try to 'talk sense' into him? Surely, it can't be that easy. I averted my gaze and watched Flint walk across the back yard encumbered by the two kids holding his ankles. They laughed while he dragged them in the grass.

I helped Gracie set the dinner table. Even hours into the afternoon, I was still a nervous wreck. My mind was so prepared for a battle that I was on high alert all day when it never came.

"I didn't tell him," Gracie finally said while she arranged the salad forks from her fancy silverware set. "Lilly told me when you came out. But I figured you would want to be the one to tell Flint."

"I appreciate that. Really, it was very considerate," I said while I arranged the soup spoons. "I wasn't expecting everyone to be so... nice about it. Not just this but me and Flint..."

"I think you two always had each other's hearts but didn't know it yet," she said, her light brown eyes looking up at me from her wispy brown bangs. "You're a good kid, Samantha. I know you'll be good to him."

Not long after, Flint found me in his old room. Gracie had converted it into a guest bedroom. All the furniture was the same but in the year he's been gone, the decor of the room had changed to be more classy and somewhat gaudy. Even then, there was still the smell of his cologne that must have seeped into the walls or the fabric of the carpet.

"Sammy?" he whispered from the doorway. Once he saw me, he discretely came in and shut the door behind him before sitting on the bed next to me. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"I'm a little overwhelmed," I tried to say without sobbing. "They're being so nice to me."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"No yeah, for sure," I said and tried to gently dab my eyes. "I am just scared that as soon as I leave here, they'll try to talk you out of it. That they're just being polite. That-"

"They wouldn't. Even if they did, I'd put them in their place," he cooed and wrapped his arm around me. "They like you. They always have."

"It's just so... weird. That they're just... ok with it," I said and this seemed to concern him.

He sat back and looked at me in the dim light filtered through the curtains and asked "No, Sammy. It isn't weird. It isn't weird at all. To have have people in your life that love you. That stand by your decisions. Support you. It's not weird, it's normal. It's healthy."

"I only wish that my family was so wholesome," I sighed and leaned my head into his chest.

"They are that wholesome. Take your time, and when you're ready, we'll go join our family out there, ok?" He said softly and kissed the top of my head. "Take as long as you need. I'll stay here with you."

Eventually, we returned just in time for dinner. Nora led grace at the table before we all sat down to eat. My nerves were still getting the best of me and I could hardly eat, despite how delicious Gracie's cooking was.

Afterward, they all exchanged gifts. Most of Flint's gifts to his family were thoughtful things he brought back from Okinawa. Most of the gifts to Flint, from myself included, were socks. When everyone was rightfully outraged by this, he simply shrugged and told them that was intentional on his part and that socks were kind of a big deal in his line of work. "I'm a simple man," he said while holding six sets of very high-end hiking socks in his hands. "Trust me these are great."

The night went on and the Greene's eventually said their goodbyes and Merry Christmas's left for Midnight Mass. Flint walked his mother to her car and when he returned, he let out an exasperated sigh and said "big family gatherings always drain me. They're great but it's a lot for an introvert like me."

"No way," I slapped his shoulder. "You are not an introvert." He shut the front door behind him and reached down to slap my butt in retaliation.

"It's true!" He said. "I don't show it but I'm more of a one-on-one person. Even with my own family."

"You're a natural though!" I argued and I walked backward toward his room to watch him. He fidgeted, making me flinch whenever he moved. "Like you're just a natural family man. I mean I saw you with your little cousins and how good you are with kids and..." I trailed off. An overwhelming sadness overtook me.