Hope Almost Lost

I step up on the porch and knock on his door, but as I waited, I start thinking if he even remembers me and turn to walk away. When he answers the door, he calls out to me. "Twisty, you wanna come in or not?" A relief that he remembers me, so I turn around to see him in a plaid shirt and faded blue jeans, then follow him into his house. "I had to wait til mamma fell asleep." "You're mother has a tight leash, huh? What a bitch. I heard what she called me after I waved goodnight to you." He sits on the couch and he pats a space next to him. "Sit down and tell me more about you."

Nervous, I sit right next to him. It's a first that I ever sat close to another man. "Mamma bought me a fake penis to wear and I hate it." "Sorry, but someone should strangle that woman. Why won't you stand up to her?" "Not knowing what else she's capable of, since she's been slowly torturing me for 17 years." "That's to bad. I actually prefer chicks over dicks." That's right, dammit, I'm a chick and I'm glad you said it, Mitchell. He's looking so hot, and so right, I don't mind if I get fucked tonight. Actually, get me fucking pregnant with a love child, dammit.

First, let's get to know him a little bit more. All I know is his name, his age and he's a contractor. "Any family you have?" "I have a sister, she's married to some doctor and they just had a baby. Yep, I'm a proud uncle to a baby Trevor." "Not much excitement in my life. I mean, my mother is horrible and I never met my dad. I also have no siblings and no friends. I admit that being trans is very lonely." Then he got angry, unexpectedly, throwing the mail from the coffee table fly across the room and startling me. "Don't fucking call yourself a transsexual in my presence. You're a fucking woman and don't ever resort to low self-esteem." I am actually speechless. Maybe I'm second guessing the whole "Let's fuck" scenerio.

Then he calms down and sits next me. "I hate it when people say negative things about themselves. My brother-n-law deals with that everyday, dealing with people who hate their bodies and want a sex change. Those are transsexuals, not you, okay. You don't really want this, so don't label yourself like that." So, he really does care, but strongly and he's got my total respect. What did I do next? I hugged him from the side and felt his strong arms and my right cheek resting on his left shoulder. The most physical human contact I ever had in my life. 

He uses his right hand to lift my chin off my shoulder and looks into my eyes. I think he's gonna kiss me. And he does. I close my eyes and feel his lips against mine. Immediately, I felt this intense sensation throughout my body. Either it's that feeling of chemistry or I'm really horny. Then he pulls me back and we at each other. Could we do that again? I thought to myself. If a kiss was that good, I can't imagine the sex. I hope he felt the same thing. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" I shook my head. I never even touched myself, down there, unless it was with soap or toilet paper. "I know we just met, but do you have this feeling like we'll never get this chance again?" I guess, considering that my mother may be slowly poisoning me, I believe him. I die, I would have wanted to know what making love feels like.