I have no idea what happened at the conference that took place in the very back of the main room on the ground floor. I hadn't been invited to join them, and I had enough sense to know that trying to force my way into a meeting involving weres and vampires was downright stupid.

I spent a fair bit of the evening with Kelly-Lynne, Shaneel and Annalise, plus a few other girls, all of us snuggling close on the sofas.

To be honest, I haven't the faintest idea of what was on the big screen TVs above us, as I was too wrapped up in the conversation taking place.

Annalise smiled at me, running her eyes over the clothing I was wearing. "Those look better on you than me, keep them, Remy," she giggled.

I blushed, not quite as bright as a fire hydrant, but I don't think I was too far short of that point as I thanked her.

Kelly-Lynne grinned, briefly showing her fangs as she spoke, "They do help you to look like a girl, which is what you want, right, Remy?"

I nodded, flashing a weak smile back at her, "That, and I feel more real when wearing girl stuff. I couldn't do it at home, I wasn't safe at all there, my sperm donor could walk in the door any moment after I returned home from school most nights, as his shifts ended at 3:30 PM. School lets out at 3:15, and it's a 20 minute bus ride on a county bus to where I lived. We were lucky to have that bus pass by there each day.

"The other part of it is that my room wasn't very big, about eight feet by ten feet and no closet. I'm not sure if the furniture in the room, wardrobe, dresser, desk, bed was left behind by the previous owners/tenants or if my parents had bought it all cheap somewhere years ago.

"There was nowhere to hide anything like girl clothing that didn't belong to my older sister. I couldn't hide girl clothes in her room because mom would usually do a bit of cleaning in the house each day before she hit the bottle and she would find anything that didn't belong there.

"My older sister, Beth, is 19 and moved away when she went to college in another state a year ago. I hadn't mentioned her before because she wasn't there to see a lot of what happened, as she often spent the evenings and weekends with friends that she knew from school."

"Beth was quite popular, a cheerleader even though she was rather tall. She loved being out in front of the crowds at games and events."

Kessetira, a very beautiful girl in the classic Greek mold, spoke next, "So your sister never saw the beatings you received from your father?"

I shook my head, "Nope, she often wouldn't come home until nearly midnight, mom and the sperm donor were usually asleep by then."

A male voice somewhere behind all of the girls muttered, "Jesus, that is just fucking nuts. You're safe here, kid, we'll all look out for you."

I twisted around, still being held by Kelly-Lynne if not as firmly as I had been earlier, and thus saw Carson, a young male were standing there.

Shaneel just giggled, not even bothering to look back as she said, "Hello, Carson, are you making sure that everything is fine?"

Carson laughed, a nice tenor counterpoint to Shaneel's contralto voice, "That I am, I was just going by and overheard what Remy said."

Kessetira twisted around a bit, smiled and stated, "Thanks for checking on us, Carson. Remy's giving us more info on her home life."

Carson nodded, saying, "I'll keep on doing my rounds, then. Remember, Remy, you are safe here, okay?"

It was my turn to nod, then Carson continued walking along beside the backs of the sofas before heading toward the main entrance. He may be young, but he is big, standing about 6'3" and weighing in at just over 200 pounds in human form, almost all of that being muscle.

Kelly-Lynne giggled, then wiped my face with a small handkerchief I hadn't realized she was carrying and giggled again. "I guess we know whether you like boys or girls now, I swear you were drooling all over that shirt until I wiped you clean and thus distracted you."

I smiled while ducking my head into her shoulder, or as close as I could get to that point, blushing furiously. "He's a definite hunk in my books. The thing is, I think I like girls that way, too. That would make me bisexual, right?" I asked, the blush growing even brighter.

"Oh, my," Annalise laughed, "You're going to have all kinds of fun being here, with your sexuality awakening as it seems to be doing."

I squirmed a bit on the sofa seat, trying to get even closer to Kelly-Lynne again as I mumbled, "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this."

Bella-Annette, one of the vampire girls sitting nearby, nodded which I didn't see, then said, "I'm not sure if anyone is ready at that point, girl."

That brought me upright, and I turned around a bit to face the other women; weres and vamps, all were helping me to feel at home here. What had me curious, though, was the smell that I could just barely sense. One of these women here was attracted to me, even as I am?

It took me a moment to figure out where that odd smell was coming from, then I smiled at her, saying, "Hello, Rowenna, nice dress."

It truly was a nice dress, something along an Empire line, especially the waist, made of what looked like sheer cotton, taffeta and lace. She filled it out rather nicely, with hips that would be perfect for bearing children and a bust that was a C cup or very close to it.

She was darker skinned than most of the people here, but not black. I thought she might have some First Nations blood in there somewhere. The light brown of her skin was perfect, unblemished, at least all of what I could see of it, and oh my Goddess, she was way beyond pretty!

She was tall, just short of six feet, slim except for her hips and bust, and that heart shaped face with the wide eyes and Cupid's bow mouth pulled me in like a moth to a flame. I gently pulled back, letting Kelly-Lynne know I wanted to get up, then stood and faced Rowenna.

Oh, how she made my blood pulse. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had wanted to, the desire was that strong. I raised myself onto my tiptoes, gently grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her down just enough so that I could kiss her with all that I had in my heart.

I'm not sure as to how long the kiss lasted, but I could feel myself melting as it did, and I slowly shifted forward and into her arms' grasp. She looked down at me, those amber brown eyes curious and yet reflecting back that desire that I could feel flooding through my own body.

After a brief moment of looking at me, she nodded and bent down to kiss me again. Oh, Goddess, I thought, this is soooo wonderful!

When the kiss ended, Rowenna led me to the sofas, to the open spot next to Kelly-Lynne and sat down, pulling me down onto her lap.

The other girls that were there were staring at us, then several burst out giggling as they realized what had happened.

I couldn't lie, not to one that I thought I would love forever. I sighed, saying, "Rowenna, I like males as well, it seems I'm strongly bisexual. Carson came by here a little while ago, spoke with us briefly and I had a reaction nearly as strong as what I felt when you joined us."

Rowenna smiled down at me sitting on her lap, "At least you're honest about it. I suppose it's good, then, that I am bisexual as well."

I snuggled into Rowenna much as I had been snuggling with Kelly-Lynne earlier. Things were starting to go well, I needed that sooo much.

We all sat there chatting for a large part of the evening, then Kelly-Lynne noticed it was after 11:30 PM.

She nudged me gently, then said, "it's time you were off to bed, Remy. You look ready for a good sleep, I'd say."

Rowenna laughed, grinning as she told us all, "I think I will head to bed myself. I wonder if I should take young Remy with me?"

Just the thought of being with her had me nearly ready to explode. I'd never in my life felt like this, hornier than all get out!

I muttered into the space between her breasts, "Hell, yes, take me with you," then shifted a bit as she lifted us both up from the sofa.

She gently lowered me so that I could stand on my own, then hand in hand, we walked away from the other women.

Rowenna led me to a stairwell along the side wall and we used it to go up to the second floor of the warehouse. That floor was split into a few office spaces for when work like that needed to be done here, plus close to twenty large rooms for private use by whoever needed them.

Rowenna had been smart, as she had received permission some time before to keep one room for herself and anyone with her. She led me down a hallway or two, then around another corner and stopped in front of a door. Above it was a small nameplate saying 'Rowenna'.

She opened it, then gently pulled me into the room which appeared to be open concept like the main floor below us. There was a huge, and I do mean huge, bed sprawled on the floor near the back of the room; it looked to be at least ultra king size, if not even bigger than that.

From what I could see, there were cushions and pillows scattered all across the bed's surface. It looked quite nice, very inviting.

Rowenna smiled as she noticed the way that I was looking at the room, then gently led me over to the bed, where we soon relaxed.

She looked at me for a moment, then stated, "I know from the pack members and several vampires that you are transgender. By what I've learned of your circumstances, you weren't able to do anything to be your real self while living at home, am I correct?"

I nodded, then moved closer to her, putting my head down in the small space between her body and her shoulder/upper arm.

She continued, "Have you ever had sex at all? Other than masturbation, I mean. Well, if you did that," as I violently shook my head.

I whispered, "Just the thought of doing that was often enough to make me feel ill, so I've never managed it at all."

Rowenna sighed, gently holding my head in place as she looked at me, "So no sex at all, then. Well, that may make things easier, although it will depend on how you react if you do get aroused while we do anything. Now... are you sure you want to do this with me, Remy?"

I whispered again, "Yes, yes, I'm sure. If I don't at least taste you, I'm going to drown in desire of you. Please?!?!" I whimpered.

We spent the next few minutes stripping each other. When she pulled the dress off over her head after I had drawn the zipper all the way down, I took it, handling it like a precious item. It took me a moment before I noticed a gorgeous wooden wardrobe along one side wall.

I carried the dress over to the wardrobe, opened it, found a hanger and carefully placed the dress on the hanger, then in the wardrobe.

My shorts, t-shirt and panties only took a moment to remove, so I was able to watch Rowenna as she removed her underwear. She smiled at me, making each motion as deliberate as she could to heighten my interest, then tossed them aside one by one, each piece fluttering down.

Thus began my first lesson in the act of sex with another person, although in this case I could feel the love flowing back and forth between us.

I'll admit it was odd being told how and what to do, but by following her directions, I brought her to several explosive orgasms.

That was just the beginning, though. She told me how to use my tongue down there, and of course, the result was more flash bangs! I have to say that I've tasted a lot of things over the years, but her juices! Oh, man, they were slightly bitter yet sweet at the same time. Slurrrrpp!

As much as it was nice to do that for her, it was also affecting me much more than I had expected. At one point, she gently touched one of my nipples, and the feeling that produced almost sent me over the edge. I surely wasn't expecting her to tweak my other nipple. Oooooh!

The reaction was explosive to say the least, I ejaculated all over her lower belly and left hip. The odd part is, at no time was that thing hard.

Yeah, I call it that thing. If I could have just wished it away and had a girl's parts instead, I'd have been a girl many years ago, eh?

Anyway, it squirted all over the place, surprising Rowenna as, like me, she hadn't felt anything happening until it actually did happen.

She giggled for a moment, then hugged me close to her. She lifted herself up slightly, then pulled me closer for a kiss and a quick cuddle.

Once the kiss had ended, she said, "It's okay, Remy, I could tell earlier just how much you wanted me. I'll do what I can to help you have a pleasant experience, but you might want to realize that it will do that at times. Don't let it stop you from enjoying what you are doing."

She pulled my hand up to one of her lovely breasts, then had me flick the nipple softly, rub her breast with a finger, especially around the areola, and the things that led to her having more orgasms, orgasms that had her gasping and shuddering on the soft and so welcoming bed.

I have no idea how long we made love to each other that night. There were no further occurrences of that thing's earlier action.

When we had spent ourselves, she gently pulled me from the bed and into the shower. Once clean and dried off, we returned to the bed.

I never heard the door open, nor the person entering the room, but I did feel it as a large and very male body spooned against my own.

Rowenna and I had laid down facing each other and had fallen asleep like that. I could still see her there, so it quickly became obvious that someone else was in the bed with us. I let out a little yelp and tried to get closer to Rowenna, but was held back by a very strong arm.

"You have no reason to fear me or anyone else here, Remy. I'm Stanislau, just call me Stan," the low voice rumbled against my back.

As I've said before, I had no idea how I could feel so safe among these people, but I did feel that way, and so I snuggled back against him.

I woke up a few hours later, needing the bathroom. Once I had finished, I wandered back to the bed and saw both of them were awake.

Rowenna smiled at me, then flashed an even bigger smile at the big man sitting up in the bed, not even a blanket around him.

"I was just telling Stan here about last night, Remy. Oh, Stan here is the male I find myself with the most, he's a good 'un for sure."

Stan laughed, saying, "It sounded like last night was a good time, even with what happened. I'm glad that Rowenna likes you."

I couldn't be really sure as to his height, but from what I could see, he looked to be big and strong, with a barrel chest and narrow hips. His chiselled features were very stark, but it was the wide mouth creasing into a big, open smile that made me feel good about him.

"I'm glad of that, too, sir. Rowenna is very nice. I hope I'm not interfering in a relationship between you or something?" I squeaked at him.

He laughed, then slowly rose from the bed. Oh, yeah, he was big, slightly bigger than Carson, although a few inches shorter. If I could say that Carson was muscular, well, Stan had muscles on top of muscles, he was broad and thick, almost like an actual barrel in body shape.

I hadn't really felt anything while in bed with him earlier, but now that I could see him, well, he was another hot hunk for sure!

I heard Rowenna giggling as she climbed out of the bed, then she ripped a sheet off a paper towel roll and handed it to me.

Uh oh, I must be drooling again. I raised the paper towel sheet to my chin and wiped it thoroughly, my face turning rather red as I did so.

Rowenna was still giggling as she prepped the coffee pot on the small counter at one side of the room, then flipped the switch.

I was still staring at Stan, hardly noticing Rowenna except that I could still sense her by smell. This was very odd; I could smell Stan, too.

I slowly walked over until I was standing on the bed in front of Stan, then I looked up at his strong, hawkish face and smiled. I leaned forward, gently hugging him, then stepped a little closer and settled myself into the crook of his shoulder like I'd done with Rowenna last night.

"I've only met you, Stan, but I need to ask you this? Would you mind if I am here again tonight? I feel... drawn to you," I whispered to him.

"That works for me, little one. I know who you are, I spent a fair bit of the evening in the meeting downstairs with Elmer, Sam and Smoke."

I held on close to a man who, for all of his size, understood that gentleness and love often do much more than brutality or verbal nastiness.

Not only did I feel safe here, but I felt that I could be loved, as myself, by both of these people, in ways that I had never known before.