Runnin' Away With Me (Part. 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Here's a nice sexy story about a crossdresser who doesn't know why everything thinks she's a woman. I hope YOU like it...

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Oh, my god, my head was killing me, I need a shower, an aspirin. Eleven aspirins.

I was in my old bed, in my mother's house, done with College. I had a hangover already, home for one night and I had a hangover. I had a day and a half here, I had to straighten up and then out. So I stretched, I then grabbed my chest, I was itchy, I was still wearing my breast forms, I still had long nails. Why did I go gray again, it's such a puzzling choice? But look how nice my toes look, even through the sheer stockings. I was in a short nightgown, I didn't know whose it was, I didn't bring one with me. it was shiny red, probably my mother's or sister's. I heard someone breathing, I sat up.

"Holy fuck," I whispered, my heart was racing, I rubbed my eyes, "Holy fuck again," I whispered a lot lower. There was a body next to me, under the blankets, it was cool, it was March, and the windows were wide open. "Holy fuck, what did I do?." I needed a new exclamation, but I couldn't think straight. I slowly made my way off of the bed, I hovered, shaking, and I moved the covers, just a bit. A hand, an arm started to appear, the top of a head, it was a man. It was the man I met last night, I went out with my friends Jenny and Mitch, and I met a man. I don't even remember his name. Holy fuck.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, my white panties were on the floor next to a pair of striped boxers. I skipped over them and locked both of the doors. It was a Jack and Jill, my sister Pam shared the other side, I didn't want her coming in and seeing me in a red silk nightie, maybe hers. I didn't want her to learn that her older brother was a crossdresser, gender fluid, whatever the hell I was, at this moment it didn't matter. How was I going to explain a man in my bed? How was I going to get him out of here?

I sat, I tinkled, I looked in the mirror. "Holy fuck." I didn't want her to see me in these long lashes either. My makeup was a mess, I started to clean it off, but my lashes and eyebrows looked amazing. I fluttered, I winked, I lost focus. Wait, why did I have my eyebrows done, what were we thinking last night? How was I going to explain all this? My mother was going to ask all sorts of questions and I wouldn't have any answers.

I looked into my eyes, holding the ends of my long hair. I mouthed, no sound coming out, "Oh my god, fuck my eyebrows how am I going to explain this hair?" My hair was red, redder. I had the greatest color, always did, but now it was what? Cherry red? I looked absolutely incredible, I remembered now, last night at Jenny's friend's house, new look for my new city. My new life. I had two days. "Holy fuck, and it's so long. It looks longer." Cherry red, I think it even smelled like cherries but that could be my imagination overloading.

My auburn hair was always my favorite part of dressing up. When I took it out of the rubber bands it came down way passed my shoulder blades. I usually hid it inside my shirt or piled it up into a wool hat. I promised my mother I would get it cleaned up a little before I went to Phoenix. I lied, I didn't want to lose my gateway into my feminine persona. I would now have to get it cut soon anyway, I would now have to hide it in a hat.

I was shaking again, I had to call Jenny, I had to get this guy out of the house before anyone knew he was here. I had to get to my phone. I slowly opened the bathroom door, I peeked back into the semi empty bedroom. My X-Men poster hanging right over the body breathing soundly on the bed. I looked, I spied it, on the end table next to the bed, six inches from the man's arm.

Knock, knock. "Are you comin' out? I gotta pee."

Shit, my sister, Pam is up. What time could it be, she never gets up early. I looked out the other door, I didn't have a clock in this room anymore. There was almost nothing in this room anymore. The clock was now in a box, probably sitting on my mother's porch or the garage, just waiting for the trip out west. I wish I was in that box right now, hidden under my warm-weather clothes.

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'But it was just my imagination
Runnin' away with me
It was just my imagination
Runnin' away with me'

Yesterday the future looked so bright. I was done with Binghamton, then I would start my new job, my new career. I would visit my mother's home in New Jersey and head to Arizona. Then I would become an assistant manager at the Embassy Suites, Phoenix. I would be making money, finally, I was twenty-three and I would finally have a real job. Well, a real-er job.

Jenny and Mitch picked me up, upstate at College. We stayed a couple of days investigating the local bars, restaurants, and parks. It was nice saying goodbye to my home of four years with my classmates. On some level, I would miss it. The two of them thought it was so beautiful Upstate and so different than North Bergen, they were thinking about moving someplace similar once they got married this summer, just a couple of months away. Buying a house with a yard, with a rabbit, with a parking spot.

I had two bags with me. I was going to stay at my Mother's for two nights, then I was going to fly to Phoenix. Then I was going to set up my apartment, fill in forms for my new job, pick up my medication, get my life together, and maybe even get my closet organized. I started work in three weeks.

"So I'm guessing this cute little floral suitcase is for your girlie clothes?" Jenny was holding up my bag. Mitch was watching, interested. "It's nice."

I gave them a weird face, I was a little embarrassed, but I loved it. When I became a girl it was SO me, the colors and the design. It was antique and gorgeous. I didn't even realize I would have to explain why I had it. I would be taking it to my mother's house, maybe in a cab, and then on an airplane. I should have gotten another one for the trip but this one was pale blue with beige leather straps. It was full of pink and white flowers, it made me feel wonderful. I had so many pictures of myself in my dresses, skirts, and heels holding it. I was always making believe I was sightseeing, on a cruise, on a life-changing trip. I took it from Jenny and put it on the floor in the backseat of the car. My mother was definitely going to ask about it.

"Can you keep it at your house? Maybe I shouldn't show my mother or Pam."

"Sure." She said, a big smile on her face. "I would like to see what you have in there, I want to see what type of woman you are becoming, I haven't seen you all dressed up since Christmas break." She winked at me. "Well at least in real life."

Mitch looked at me in the rearview mirror, "I didn't realize you were such a fashionista, ready to show the world your taste in baggage."

"Fashionista?"

They both laughed, but they were right, what was I thinking?

I looked a little sheepish, the two of them knew I wore female clothes since I was young. I was so girlie, so feminine inside, even now, I only ever wore female underthings, I was wearing them under my jeans and flannel shirt. Just a silk push-up bra and white bikini panties, nothing too fancy. I always needed something overly feminine on, it made me feel so much better and more like my genuine self. When we were kids Mitch lived on one side of my Mother's house and Jenny lived on the other, it was a secret that wasn't going to be hidden with the two of them surrounding me. They were both extremely nosy and we were always together, and always in each other's houses. Even sometimes in each other's clothes. They both still lived on either side of my Mother.

"I ordered it online, I didn't realize how girlie it looked until right now." They smiled, but now I was nervous, I felt a little silly. I loved the two of them more than anybody in this world, but I couldn't wait to get to Phoenix, to let my girl's side start to enjoy herself. I didn't want to be nervous anymore, looking over my shoulder. North Bergen reminded me of locked doors, cheap motels, and hiding in closets.

"Don't worry about it, Sabrina." Jenny turned around from the front seat and looked at me. She was using my girl name, she always did, for years. Either Sabrina or Red, depending on who was in the vicinity. "You are gonna stay with me anyway, and we are going out tonight, and YOU are going to wear whatever is hiding in that case of yours. You are becoming the best YOU for the next couple of days, I insist, hah. We are saying goodbye to New Jersey in style."

"Are we?"

"Yes, we are."

***

"I'll be right out," I called into the closed bathroom door a little too quietly.

"Ugh!" I heard my sister stomp away.

I brushed my teeth, I brushed my hair, what was I thinking I didn't have time to brush my hair, but it looked so good. I did a quick pose and then went back into the bedroom, back to the scene of the crime, back to get my phone to call Jenny.

I tip-toed again over our respective underwear. My silk panties looked so sexy and feminine next to a man's briefs. I got just a little spark of excitement looking at them, together on the floor. A man and a woman were together last night, well according to the underthings on display on the floor. I tried to kick them under the bed, they didn't move too far, they wanted to stay noticed. I then slid in my stockings on the polished wood, getting closer to my phone. I picked it up from the side table, I had texts from Jenny, Mitch, even Gracie.

I felt a hand on my hip, I froze.

I felt a hand make its way up my back and then into my hair, I saw my surprised dark eyebrows in my mirror above the dresser. I moved back, I was off-balance, I landed on the edge of the bed.

The man kissed my arm. "Hey beautiful, good morning." His hand went into my hair again as I turned around. He moved up, he kissed me on my cheek. "I gotta brush, don't move."

He pulled off the covers and slipped around me, a huge smile on his face, a huge hard-on pointing the way to the bathroom. I froze, I couldn't think, I suddenly started to get excited, like last night. Some of it was coming back. I texted Jenny. 'I have a man in my bed help me get him out of here.'

"Sabrina?" I looked up the man was leaning out of the bathroom door. "Is this your brush?" He was holding my purple toothbrush, we were going to share. I shook yes, he smiled and closed the door.

I remembered more now, we met last night, he was a friend of Jenny and Mitch's, he loved my hair. He was quite handsome. Why am I thinking this, I had to get him out of here.

Jenny called back. "Hey Red, I'll be right over, give me ten."

"Okay, thank you."

The man walked back into the room. Still naked, I was wondering where were his clothes? I looked around, where was mine? He took my phone and put it on the dresser. He lifted me, he kissed me, his tongue went to my lips, into my mouth. The toothpaste canceled us out, but I remembered his lips on me last night, his lips were everywhere on me, he was sweet, he was gentle. I remember enjoying it, I remember him enjoying it even more.

It took me a while to open my eyes. He moved back, he smiled. "I saw your sister, you two look so much alike."

"What? When?" My voice was soft and perfect. I was always able to sound feminine, just a slight lisp, a slight giggle in my voice.

"Ha, in the bathroom. I had to let her in, she chased me out."

Oh my god, Pam was going to tell mom, tell her there was a naked man in our bathroom. I listened, I could hear her take a shower. The man started to kiss my cheek, neck, put his face in my hair. I put my arms around his neck, I was starting to enjoy myself again. We would have to stop once Jenny got here, but I wanted to feel a man against me again, at least for a brief moment.

He kissed the top of my head. "I don't remember you being so tiny."

I looked up, I was 5'8", he was so much taller, bigger. "Oh, it um, must have been the heels, I'm sorry."

He laughed, "You're sorry? You were pretending last night that you were a much taller woman? You are such a sneak."

I smiled and we kissed again. He was being cute, I remembered liking him. I remember him holding my hand, we were at his work, we were in a restaurant, I think we were even dancing. That is the last thing I can remember. He then sat on the edge of the bed and he made me hover my ass over him. His hard cock was looking for my 'pussy,' I felt him rub between my cheeks. He took hold of his cock and I started to sit slowly. I remembered his cock inside me last night. I remembered thinking I must do this again, not realizing it would be so soon. He held my waist as I slowly descended on his cock, I felt his mouth on my back, kissing me, kissing the seam of my forms through the red silk. I went lower, onto his manhood, I let out a little yelp, I was glad Pam was still in the shower. I looked up, I could see us in the mirror just as I was suddenly sitting on his lap. Just as his cock became buried completely inside of me. He started to fuck me, short little jabs into my bottom. I had a smile on my face, a smile somewhere between ecstasy and nerve-wracking.

"Mmm," He whispered as his face went into my hair, I watched him, I saw his dark hair, dark green eyes. He was so handsome, he was so strong, I guess he didn't mind I wasn't 100% female, his hands went to my fake D cup breasts and he played with them, he cupped and kneaded. He saw me watching him in the mirror.

"I don't know what I like best about you, at first I figured it was your breasts." He smiled as he continued to play with them and I bounced on his cock. We were making a sexy slapping sound. "Then I was thinking it was your hair, god it looks and smells so great, what IS that? I could live with that scent forever." I shrugged, I wouldn't be able to talk coherently with a huge dick in my bottom.

"Now I realize it's all of you, your hair, your voice, but especially the way you hugged your friends goodbye last night. God, you were so cute, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you after that."

He was being so nice, he was saying everything I had always wanted a man to say to me. I was wondering if Jenny gave him a script. Then I didn't care. I pulled his cock out of me and sat facing him. I lifted my little red nightie and sat back on his lap, my arms around his neck, my thighs on his, his hard cock somewhere behind me. We were now eye to eye.

"Thank you, I think you are quite wonderful yourself," I told him as we made out on my bed. My arms were tight around his neck and my breasts pushed against his naked, hairy chest. I wished I remembered his name, wished I remembered what else we did last night. I know he made love to me because he slipped in too easily, we were moving together too perfectly. We have done this before.

We kissed like long-time lovers in my room, the one I have lived in since I was six when I looked more like a boy. When I used to sneak my mother's bras and panties and dress under the covers. Part of me was still that little 'girl' in my mother's clothes, in my mother's house, in my tiny room. A room for a boy.

I moved up a little and he pushed his cock back into me with his fingers.

"Ahh.." I moaned, he was back in, just the head and then the entire length of his cock. "Oh my god, oh my god..." I was now sitting on his lap again, I moved up and down, my nylon thighs against his body as his manhood went even deeper than before. I stopped, I heard Pam leave the bathroom, heard her close the door, heard her talking. I was listening. I forgot I was having wonderful sex.

"Excuse me." He said grinning, "Over here." I liked that he wanted my attention, I loved that he was smiling.

He took my chin, we were an inch apart, he wanted me to acknowledge him. We started to kiss again, I forgot about the boy whose empty room we were in, I forgot about Pam, I even forgot about Jenny. I was paying attention to the orgasm that was starting to build, to happen.

He took my waist again and we bounced on the bed, making it squeak, making it move. I was flipping my long hair around my face, pushing it into his. The red in front of my eyes, my lips. He was kissing the top of my breasts, my neck, then my ears. He moaned, "Ahh, baby....." He was loud. He was having some incredible orgasm. He was having a wonderful time. He was going to wake the neighborhood. Why didn't I shut the window?

I started to make noise on my own, I tried to hold it in, it wasn't working. "Yes, yes, oh my god yes, holy fuck... don't stop..." I felt something happening inside me, building up. I wasn't even hard, I was nicely hidden behind the silk nightie, more red. I was glad he could imagine he had a real woman on his cock, his lap, grabbing his shoulders with her long nails, making indentations. Scratching his tender skin, his hard arms. "Ahh..." I felt something, I yelped again. I felt his cum inside me, I felt mine causing a wet patch on the front of the nightie. I was looking at the ceiling, my body vibrating. I wondered if the orgasm I had during the night was as powerful or as loud. I felt fantastic, my hangover was gone, I didn't need an aspirin anymore. I just needed to be held.

Soon we were on the bed, parallel to each other, looking into each other's eyes. He was licking my lips, my nose, my hair was in our faces, I could only see out of one eye. I was remembering him, he wasn't the only man I met last night, but he was the one I was very happy to be with. "I have to pee again, I'm sorry." I kissed him. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get cleaned up." He shifted and watched me. I picked up my phone and walked into the bathroom. I checked Jenny's text. 'I'm here, why you making so much noise!!!'

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"This is some red, Red." Jenny was in the bathroom with me, holding my hair. Her hair was half bright pink, it looked lovely, perfect for her features. It matched her nails. She opened the door, the man was wearing his boxers, he was laying on the bed checking his messages.

"Hey, Jenny."

"Hey, Carson, nice stripes." He shook his head, he was grinning.

Carson? I remembered.

She walked out, he watched us, I tentatively followed her, she started going through my closet, it was quite empty, a couple of things on hangers. She threw a shirt at the man on the bed, while I played with the bottom of my nightie. She found a pair of sweatpants, even socks. Carson watched amused as a pile grew.

"Get dressed."

She took another flannel shirt and took me back into the bathroom. I finally took off the nightie. She laughed when she saw I had on no bra, no panties. She laughed even more when she saw I was tucked. I made a face. I was almost always tucked between my legs, tucked into panties or a pair of pantyhose. I was also hairless, just a tiny triangle for my bikini panties. I went to Albany to have it done, taken care of, it took a year, far away from school, so far away from North Bergen. I didn't want word getting back about me and my little triangle.

She pointed to my feminine crotch, "Love it." she giggled, In my mind, I was always a 'woman,' Especially now if I was so close to a man. Jenny shook her head, "Um... no hair at all, like a little tiny girl? Haha... Maybe we should dye that red too just in case."

I took the shirt, I covered myself, I was getting nervous again, I remembered why I called her in the first place. She brushed my hair as I buttoned the light purple and black flannel. She wouldn't let me take off my stockings, my breast forms, the seam went right under my chin. I had slight cleavage peeking out of the top of the purple flannel.

We suddenly heard talking out beyond my sisters' room, in the kitchen. "Jenny! Do you want some breakfast?" It was my mother, she was up. I looked at my phone it was after eleven, she had probably been up for over four hours.

Jenny opened the door, "Okay Mrs. L. I'll be right out." I just looked at her, she shrugged, she walked out. I was a little shocked so I washed a little, I pulled up my nude thigh highs, tucked myself back again even tighter. Never to be seen. I was too embarrassed to pick up the panties near the bed.

Knock, knock, "Come on get some color on those lips. Your mother made pancakes."

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For years I hid my female clothes, under the bed, in the garage, next door at Jenny's, in the trunk of my car. It was so much work, it was exhausting, it made me nervous with anticipation, and nervous about someone finding them. So what if I always wore a girl's costume on Halloween, so what if I had long hair and giggled too much. That was the way I was. The way I wanted to be. Now Jenny dragged me out of the bathroom, in stockings, to have breakfast with my mother, my sister, my new lover. A perfect man, one who seems to like me for some reason.

I have never had any luck with men. No luck at all. They were either too old, or too pervy, or I just didn't like to talk to them or find them attractive. I used to constantly send Jenny and Mitch text messages:

'I'm not goin' out with you know who, he hates animals... he's got a mustache now...'

'That guy I met online is too old for me, he's like fifty-six, oh my god, and he's effin' married... he's got four kids...'

'The guy from the concert lives in Connecticut, WT Holy fuck, he called me a sissy!'

There was always something. Jenny always promised she would find me someone like Mitch, regular, tall, my age, close, with lots of time on his hands. Time to spend with me. She would always say, "A great boyfriend is one part Time and two parts Proximity."

I had more luck with girls, with women. I dated a bunch while at Binghamton. I did have one girlfriend for some of my time at College, we were exactly the same size, same height, we could even wear each other's shoes. Her name was Clair, she was nice, but she didn't like that I would be sitting with her on the couch and slip on her heels while we watched TV, slip on her fuzzy slippers while eating dinner, her flip flops on the beach. What was the big deal? Plus why was she constantly taking off her shoes?

"Will you stop that?" She would yell at me.

"I can't help it, I'm not paying attention." I would lie, I wanted to feel more like her, more like a girl watching TV, eating dinner, sitting on a folding chair near the lake, leaving a bathroom with nude $47 Wolford thigh-highs, ready to eat breakfast. Ahhh...

I was wearing the long sleeve flannel, my palms, and my stocking tops just barely covered by the shirt. I was sliding once again in my nylons on the tiled floor, I was looking down, my long red, redder hair surrounding me. What was Jenny thinking, this is so crazy? This is a terrible idea, but it was too late. I felt my long lashes. I knew they were thicker, and darker eye makeup, my glossy gray nails, and now my lips, everything was perfect. I smelled like hand lotion and Crest, I was nervous, I was hiding behind Jenny.

"We are staving, right Sabrina." I looked up, Carson was at the table with my mother and Pam. He watched me walk closer, he pulled me to him when I got within reach. He held me tight as he kissed my arm, leaving me sticky. He slid over, on the bench and I sat down. He had a plate of half-eaten pancakes.

"Good morning, we didn't think you were getting up today." My mother was talking to me, looking at my hair, my lips, my nails. When she finally looked at my long lashes and dark mascara, she smiled, "One or two."

Jenny's great idea, act like nothing was happening, everything was still the same. Act like I have been a daughter, a sister, a friend, my whole life.

She said no one will notice. "No big deal," She reasoned, "Just act like everything is copacetic. Just a regular Saturday morning with the family, with the boyfriend. In a flannel shirt." I haven't seen the family since last summer, seven months, maybe there was a change they didn't know about, maybe the world was just a little tiny bit skewed.

At first, I argued, I held onto the sink while she pulled my shirt. I was hyperventilating, my heart was palpitating. There was no way I could go out there. Show everyone I look like a woman, felt like a woman. What was I thinking last night?

"Will you come on, I will be with you, we walk in, sit down, nice and nonchalant. Like you have been dressing like this for years. Wait... you have." She laughed, she pulled me, I couldn't believe I was going to do this. I couldn't believe this was real life. And now here I was sitting with the family, next to a man that had made me scream less than fifteen minutes ago. Sitting with Jenny who thought this was a great idea, we would just pull a fast one over on my mother and sister, who weren't paying attention anyway. They never did, they were too busy on Twitter, on the phone, looking in the fridge. They never paid attention to me when I was home. Last four years I was hardly ever here, home, their home. I was usually at college, I was usually with Jenny. I stayed at her house, slept in HER bedroom, slept in one of HER nightgowns. Sometimes we matched, we did each other's hair, we ate each other's ice cream and talked about boys, it was fun.

The houses were so close I would yell out the window, "Mom I'm staying at Jenny's! We are watching a movie!" and sometimes that's what we did. But I would be wearing her bridesmaid dress from her sister's wedding, her graduation dress, her mother's nursing uniform. Whatever Jenny pulled out of the closet or hamper I put on, I was more than happy about it. We would take pictures, the two of us in our very own fashion show. "Mom!" I would yell out the window, "I'm staying at Jenny's house tonight again, OK?"

"Okay, have fun, don't bother her mother she worked late last night."

And we wouldn't, we would sneak in Mitch, she and he would make out, I would rate their oral technique from one to ten while wearing Jenny's old Burger King uniform, her new Easter dress, her old faded nightgown. I would go into her sister's old room, wear the sister's discarded nightgowns instead, I would hear them kissing, talking, then when they were older, having sex. I was happy they found each other. I was a little jealous but I was proud I had two best friends in love.

A great boyfriend is one part Time, and two parts Proximity, Jenny's words were clanging around my head. I was right up against Carson. I picked up my coffee cup, my nails were so long, I have had ones longer than this, they weren't going to be a problem. I kept my eyes down, no one seemed to care, my sister just sat there eating, she didn't even glance at me once.

I looked up at Jenny, she smiled her fake smile and shoved two whole pieces of bacon in her mouth. "Sabrina went red, I went pink and Mitch got a buzz, then we had too much to drink, ha, it was a great night."

"And you ran into me," Carson said, "Again." Not taking his eyes off of the plate and squeezing my thigh in the meantime.

"At least you had fun. And at least you were all safe." My mother started pouring more coffee. "Carson, how are the animals?"

I looked at the man to my right, I had my leg pressed right up against him, now I find he knows my mother. Maybe this IS a normal Saturday morning. I was feeling a little confused, a little intrigued, and a whole lot anxious all of a sudden. It was weird, why was no one asking why I had long lashes, big breasts, soaking in my afterglow? I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone.

"Most of them are great," He told her, "Today we will have more adoptions than usual of course, with the fair and all. It's going to be fun with all of you there. Sabrina got along so well with the dogs, that the staff told me they wouldn't stop barking when she left last night. I think they loved her scratching them with her long nails" He looked at me, everyone else looked at my fingers. I had so many follow-up questions but I didn't want to say anything or even know where to start. Getting my hair and nails done, then visiting the animal shelter, and then going out to eat, I was starting to remember.

***

"Carson, your clothes are in the washer, I found them on the kitchen floor," My mother had a sly smile on her face, we were saying goodbye to my new boyfriend. We were near the front door, "Yours too Sabrina." She winked at me, I made a weird crooked smile, I had my arms folded over my breasts. "We will bring your clothes when we get to the fair later."

"Okay Mrs. L." Carson smiled at her, "Thanks for breakfast." He then kissed Jenny on the forehead. He put out his hand and wiggled his fingers to me, I moved closer. He kissed me in front of everyone. I put my hands on his chest, I forgot where I was for a moment. "Can't wait to see you later." He gave me one more quick kiss, he said goodbye, I was silent as I watched him leave, watched his back, his ass. He couldn't wait to see me.

"Okay bye." My mother closed the door, went back to the kitchen, no big deal.

Jenny and I moved more into the house, I was looking at her, did that really happen? A man came into the house last night and made love to me, maybe twice. Everyone was okay with that? Was I finally old enough, finally the right sex, the perfect red? I was looking around, something else was different. Not just my perception but also the room. There was a picture on the fireplace I picked it up. It was me and her from Christmas, we went to New York and saw the Rockettes at Radio City, we wore holiday dresses, red heels. I wore her mother's perfume.

"I wish we had our hair dyed when we took this picture." She then took out her phone and took some selfies of us, I still held the Christmas picture, the heavy frame in my hand. She showed me her phone. "Let's send this one to Mitch, oh and Gracie, she keeps texting me. Let's show her how you look after all night with a guy, ha."

I was still looking around, the morning was so surreal, so... what's the word? Oh yeah... Easy. The morning was so freaking easy. I just glided through, no one seemed to mind I left red lipstick on my mug at the table, no one seemed to mind I brought a man home last night.

"Jenny?"

"Mmm." She was now looking at the other pictures around the room. My mother wouldn't allow a wall of them, even after my father died, she thought it was too much. It would be like a True Crime show, but she liked pictures on the tables, next to lamps, on the piano.

I forgot what I was going to ask her, I got sidetracked. "Jenny, I don't remember this picture being here, in a frame for everyone to see. I could swear it used to be the one when we were Batman and Robin."

"What? Batman and Robin?" She took the frame from me. "Oh, god how old were we here? Sixteen, seventeen? We were so hot, ha, Wonder Woman and Black Widow, we didn't even have to wear wigs. Ha."

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The End of Part 1 of 4