Two Sides of the Coin (Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Well that date we mentioned last time finally happens, we also discover what piqued Owen's interest and we learn a little more of our heroine's crazy, heartbreaking past. Her world is changing faster and becoming more crowded on this side of the globe...

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Back in LA, I didn't have any luck with men. I had more luck with boys, well boy, but my next-door neighbor Kate said dating boys wasn't a good idea. It was about two years ago that she called me and came up with this plan. LA was filled with girls like me, LA was filled with men. She introduced me to her husband's cousin, he was a man.

"Jacob this is Sabrina, my favorite neighbor."

He took my hand, I had long dark red nails, they were too long for a first date. "Nice to meet you. You have beautiful nails."

Kate had a big extended family, she said she had lots of relatives that I could meet and date. She wanted me to meet Jacob first, she wanted me to become part of her family. "Jacob take Sabrina to Rosa's in Malibu, she will love it." She smiled at me, she smiled at him, we said goodbye to her husband, her son, her daughter, and even her dog Pal. Everyone now knew that their semi-male neighbor wore dresses, and made a very convincing young woman. Pal was the only one who was sorry to see me leave.

"Kate says you have the best garage sales."

"I do? Maybe. I write for catalogs, I have so many weird gadgets and useless things in my garage."

"Maybe you can show me later."

So we went to Rosa's, my first date with an older man. He was nice but he didn't find the clientele of the restaurant too comforting. We found out it was owned by a transgender couple, they were nice, they had great taste in their decor. I noticed that most of the tables were taken up by various stripes in the rainbow, I liked it very much. It made me very relaxed, Kate picked the perfect place. The hostess even complimented my dress and nails and I felt content for the rest of the evening. They picked out a rosé from a non-binary-owned winery, served us oysters that were caught by a queer fisherman, brought out paella from a family recipe from Valencia, Spain.

"Thank you, the food was wonderful," I told the two hosts, they gave us dessert to take home, they told us to come back. I came back alone a week later, I visited them all the time while I was still in California. They made the best paella, they made the most wonderful mojitos, better than mine.

We went back to the house, it wasn't too late, I wasn't going to have him come in though, I was way too nervous and he was way too aggressive. He came in anyway, I thought he wanted to see my useless things.

"Kate tells me you are new to the spectrum, I like that." Jacob was looking at my boobs and then he focused on the books on my shelves, my pictures on the walls. He seemed to disapprove of some of them.

I didn't really understand him talking about the spectrum, was that a thing? I thought the spectrum had something to do with Aspergers and autism. I knew the rainbow was a thing but I tried not to pay too much attention to details. I felt I didn't fit in too easily. When I was a girl I liked boys, when I was a boy I liked girls.

"New? I don't think so. I have been dressing like a girl since I was a boy."

He turned around and he laughed, he shook his head. "Come on, YOU were never a boy." He took my hand, with my long red nails. I was wearing a very short teal dress with a full skirt. The hem came just above my knees, it showed off my silky sheer nude stockings. My black bra was very visible underneath. I had on teal four-inch heels and a matching teal bag over my shoulder. My makeup and hair were perfect. I didn't think I looked like I was part of the rainbow, I always thought I looked, and especially felt, like a woman. Just a regular woman from the neighborhood, wearing a short full dress and high heels.

He put his arms around me, cupping my ass, and pulled me to him a little too roughly. He started to kiss me, his tongue went right into my mouth, I wasn't ready for it, he held me very tight. I had been with a male before, I knew they were generally aggressive, generally handsy. This one's hands made their way down to my ass again, he squeezed my cheeks under my dress and pulled me into his body even tighter.

"Um, Jacob, maybe we should call it a night. It's getting late."

He stopped his onslaught of my body as I pulled away from him. He held my hand as I tried to lead him to the front door. Show the world there was someone in my foyer who was overstaying his welcome.

"Mmm, you are quite hot for someone who isn't even a real girl." He looked at me and then kissed between my breasts. I didn't like that he said that, it didn't seem nice. You should never, ever question someone's gender. In my heart and my home, I was a real girl. Part of me didn't want to be reminded. Sometimes if I closed my eyes long enough I became a real female, with all the correct working parts, all the moving parts that boys love. I couldn't close my eyes now, his hands were cupping my breasts, he was feeding them into his mouth, he was pulling down the front of my dress and bra, he was sucking my real nipples. He wasn't turning me on.

I started to get nervous, my hands began to shake. I had to get him out of here. I got on my knees and I pushed him against my front door. The people on the street would see the top half of a man from the outside, through my half window. "Now this is more like it. I knew you wanted some dick to get that crappy taste of that restaurant out of your system."

I stopped unzipping him. "The restaurant was lovely, that was the only good part of the night." I pulled down his pants, his briefs, his cock was hard and I started to play with it in my hands. I wanted him to cum and then leave, simple as that. I had sucked cock before, I was good at it and I liked it very much, but it was better sucking someone that I liked, generally had feelings for.

"Ahh," He breathed out as I took his hard cock into my mouth, through my tight lips. He didn't know that this was the last time I would be intimate with him. I knew men were easier to deal with after they had cum, after they had their orgasm. Me? I needed it to build up, I loved being on edge the entire time I was with a man. Sometimes I didn't even get hard but I would still be excited, I would still leak inside my panties. Even if the man wasn't that nice to me, like now.

He grabbed my hair, "Don't do that." I told him. He grabbed my ears. "What are you doing?"

"What?"

I stopped sucking and waited until he put his hands behind himself against the wall. "Much better."

I went and took him into my lips again, I knew how to make a man cum, I took a course in college. I put pressure on his cock and played with his balls as his cock slipped in and out of me. I would take him to the back of my throat and suck and swirl, I would then let him slide out with a plop. He was loving it, he was saying nice things about my lips, my hair, he was saying nasty things about my gender and the people we met at the restaurant. I ramped up my sucking, I wanted him to finish. I wanted him to be quiet, to cum, then leave, in that order.

He made a loud grunt, his cock popped from my mouth. I let him cum on my dress, I wouldn't take his sperm into my mouth, he would be bitter. I only swallowed cum from men that I liked, that were nice to me, that I was planning on seeing again. Jacob laughed at all the cum he sprayed on my teal dress. I smiled because I knew he wouldn't want a kiss goodnight. I let him out quickly and locked the door. I never saw him again, though Kate begged me constantly. She was disappointed in me, she said I wasn't trying. She said we could become related, we could hang out at family get-togethers. I always told her I wish I had a big family, little ones running around playing, coloring. Big ones laughing, drinking, telling secrets, but now it wouldn't be worth it.

For the next three weeks, she sent five other relatives to my front door. I was always beautiful, always in my best dress and heels. I was always shattered by their disrespect by the end of the night, I didn't really understand it. Four of the five men didn't even take me out, they made me serve them drinks, made me sit close to them on the couch. Four more men that I didn't really like and one that was fine. Five older men that I didn't have anything in common with at all. I had to give head to four of them because they heard about me, heard about me from Jacob, then the next one, then the one after that, it was a never-ending circle. The last one was nice but I was done, I locked the door. I yelled into my dark room.

"I'm done!" I wanted the world to understand right away.

Kate called, now she was angry, she went through all of her single male relatives. They all wanted to see me again, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't even tell her, it hurt me too much. It made me so embarrassed, I thought maybe it was me, I was doing something to provoke all of these horny men. Why didn't they take me somewhere, be nice to me for one night, I would have went out with them again.

I had to talk to someone, I called Uncle Creme and unfortunately, he was seeing my mother again, he put her on the phone.

"I went to the doctor" My mother started talking loud, she was tipsy.

"That's nice."

"Nice? Not nice, I had a pain, a shooting friggin' pain. Right here!"

I was assuming she was pointing at something. "Okay goodnight, nice talking to the two of you." I couldn't wait to get off the line, hearing her voice was making me nauseous. I wanted to take a long shower as I did after every one of these awful dates. Before bed I brushed my teeth twice, I rinsed my mouth with my mint and lime mouthwash, I forgot they all existed, but my mother didn't want to get off the phone, she wanted to talk. This was a first.

"And then I talked to Creme and he told me, why didn't YOU tell me? My own son, my own daughter, come on." I guess she heard about all those papers that I signed.

***

We were looking at my bedroom wall, most of it was a mirror, but the rest wasn't.

"It's just pieces of my past." I made him kiss me again, I rubbed my breasts against his body, I held him around the neck. I didn't want to discuss the pictures on my wall. Owen was pointing to one, in particular, it included me as a male, the only one. Me with Miranda, a woman from my past, the picture was old, it was from our high school graduation. A girl associated with my mother. I just shrugged, "Someone I used to be, with someone I used to know." I wanted him to forget about the pictures. I wanted him to think about my breasts, the present, and the upcoming future.

I let him look, there were eight pictures on my wall, all friends, I had no family, definitely none of my mother.

"These are all from California?"

"Mmm-mmm." I put my arms around his waist, my chin against his arm, while he investigated. I loved having a man in my bedroom, this was my first time, ever. I loved thinking that tonight while lying in bed I would be able to smell his aftershave, his scent. Part of me loved that he was interested in my things, my past. I was a woman in every picture on my wall but that one. I slid my hand down to his manhood, I was just checking, making sure it was comfortable in his briefs and pants. I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. He started to get harder as I rubbed, as I played with it. I could tell he was enjoying the pictures and my fingers, my long nails ticking him now inside his trousers, his boxers.

He spun around, he was looking at my dark pink lips. "Sabrina, we will never get to dinner, we have a reservation."

"I guess that means we will have to be quick." I made a face as he kissed me again. I didn't expect this to happen so fast. I was thinking it would happen when he dropped me off, I would invite him in, he would treat me with respect, I would let him take full advantage.

"Or I can make a call and tell them we will be late." I stopped and looked at him, I had a crooked smile on my face then I bit my lip, I was hoping he thought I was cute, I was hoping he forgot about the pictures on my walls. He put a finger on my nose, my lips, he smiled. He made a call as I opened his pants, put my hand in his boxers. I wouldn't let him kiss me as I played with his cock, I wanted him to watch me, linger on my larger than normal pink lips, my longer darker eyelashes, my longer nails now rubbing his chest, searching for a nipple. His cock was big and hard, I had my one whole hand surrounding it, slightly pumping as he continued to watch me.

"Owen, is it my smile that is making you hard, or is it my hand?" I gave him a sweet grin, I didn't even need an answer, I was trying to be cute.

He kissed me on the cheek. "Your smile. Maybe even your eyes, you are so beautiful. I can't believe it took you so long to tell me your name." Then I finally let him kiss me again. I pushed his cock with my palm as we made out in my room surrounded by acquaintances and books about real life. I was having a real-life moment with a real-life man. I started to rub, he was breathing heavily, he was having trouble keeping his tongue in my mouth. I had a perfect grip on his manhood, I pumped and he started to cum, his orgasm was long, I rubbed the whole time he shot cum onto his shirt. I then surprisingly started to cum myself, I pressed my 'pussy' against him, right next to his crotch, he was so tall, and I ground into his hip. I pushed my body into him as he kissed my hair, my ears, I felt myself cum into my panties. I slipped my hand with my long nails down to my crotch and I rubbed, I came for so long. We kissed again, we could have stayed like this all night.

"Owen, I loved that." I cooed, wiping the whiteness from his shirt.

"Me too."

"Um, Owen I think I'm starving."

"Me too," He laughed, we cleaned up together, I went for my first ride in his car.

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I was glad he didn't ask any specific questions about the pictures on my walls. I am sure one day he will know everything, I am sure my stories will come trickling out. All about the garage sales, work, you know just stuff.

"I haven't been out on a proper date in a long time." He said as he held my hand, slightly shaking it.

For the first time in my life, I felt I was an adult on a date. I was an adult who owned 'her' own home, had her own investments, her own past histories, and was now going out to dinner with a man from Martinsville. Twenty-seven was a perfect age to feel like an adult, a grown-up. I decided I was finally ready to show this part of the state the genuine part of me, I would get to act like myself with a man I could easily fall in love with.

Unfortunately, the reality of the night started seeping into me. The closer we got to the business part of Somerville, the more nervous I became. It reminded me of months ago investigating the neighborhood. Plus my town was relatively quiet, but Somerville, on a Saturday, well that was something completely different. It was one long block of antique stores, boutiques, short office buildings, and restaurants. I was thinking, maybe hanging out on Kane's rock wasn't such a boring thing, after all, I wish I was on top of it now in my most revealing lingerie and my seven-inch 'Pleasers,' pushing against his hard manhood with my heel. He would never want to leave.

We pulled into a lot, he opened my door and helped me out. I closed my eyes, I wasn't anxious even though we had a reservation, even though we were so late. I decided I was going to enjoy myself, and I loved that I had made him cum. I loved that I still had his salty taste in my mouth. I loved holding his hand as we entered the Italian restaurant.

"Owen, hi!" An older woman came over and hugged him, she hugged me, she seemed quite happy to see a familiar face.

"Milly, this is my friend Sabrina, she's the one who bought the Morrison house."

She took my hand, she investigated my nails. "I heard someone moved in, you have to invite me over to spruce up your garden, the Morrison's had no green thumbs at all. Ha. Not like me and Owen."

The restaurant was crowded, Milly put us next to a table of over a dozen people, beautiful people, all dressed for a night out. I immediately felt outside of my element. I could look fine if I was by myself, but next to attractive women you would see all my exaggerated flaws, sense my unwanted gender. We sat and they all said hello, it was nice, I tried to relax, I should be doing this more often anyway. Didn't I just decide I was an adult?

We ordered wine, we ordered appetizers, then pasta, but the staff brought over a huge cake instead. "Happy engagement you two." He said as he and another waiter helped hold up the three-tiered cake. My eyes were wide, I could tell the other customers in the restaurant were watching us.

"Um, Ray, over here." A man was talking, the table next to us was laughing, he made a mistake. Owen loved it, he joked about it until our meal came.

"Here you go," Milly brought over dinner, she then put a bottle of champagne on the table. "And this is to celebrate your little engagement, it's from the next table." She smiled, and she giggled. She poured and Owen and I lifted our glasses to them. I felt myself blush, then Milly put her hand on my shoulder and whispered. "That was nice of them, they said they were sorry, they didn't mean to embarrass you two." And I looked at her, I WAS embarrassed but not anymore, but Owen was completely fine.

"Thank you, please thank them again for us."

She winked, she was gone. Owen was in a tremendous mood for the rest of the night. When we finished dinner one of the women at the other table brought us over two pieces of the cake. "Congratulations again, you two." She smiled and we thanked her. There was a little bit of writing on the two pieces of cake, just a little, I liked it, it felt special. I smushed it with my fork for luck.

Owen was watching me, I gave him my cutest smile, my sexiest wink.

"Sabrina I'm engaged."

"Um, really? I am too."

***

I didn't want to tell Owen about my past. I didn't want to tell him about the one picture he was so interested in. I didn't want to tell him about Miranda. But I did. I told him as we enjoyed our engagement cake and expresso.

"Miranda? Is she the one in the picture?"

"Mmm-mmm. My mother sort of forced her on me. Well, we started dating in high school, we were together for a couple of years, it was great at first, we lost our virginity to each other." I whispered. "She gave me my first blow job the night of our graduation." I shrugged, "I figured I should tell you before our relationship becomes serious-er, if that's even a word." I smiled thinking maybe the engagement cake will be for us and not a neighboring table soon too. "Miranda was a little tough, she was rough around the edges, very rough, a little loud, got me in a little trouble with others. But, it was okay, I persevered. At the time I didn't mind."

I finished my expresso and started drinking the warm Champagne.

"After my twentieth birthday my mother told her of my predilection for woman's clothes, she said it was good I was with a woman, I was acting more like a man. But it was bad, it was the worst thing she could have said, it was completely the wrong time. Miranda broke up with me immediately, she then told all of our friends, she said she wasted two and a half years of her life. She screamed, she demanded to meet my female self but I wouldn't show her, my female self did not want to meet her at all." I didn't like talking about Miranda, looking back I realized she was never really that nice to me, she wasn't really nice to anyone. I looked up at Owen, he seemed too invested in my story, I wasn't ready to tell the rest yet. "How about you when did you get engaged?"

"Me? Ahh, well it started about seven years ago, I was probably twenty-six, seven, and I met a woman at the store she wanted soil." Owen's family owned a gardening store, full of plants, flowers, dirt, and green benches. It wasn't too far from the table we were sitting at.

"We got to talking, her name was Faye. She lived a couple of towns over, nearer Staten Island. We went out to dinner, we went to a fair, and a zoo, and we ended up spending all of our time together. Two years later we got engaged. We were engaged for so long. We broke up and got back together. Had to of been five maybe seven, eight times, she was very cranky, but I think I loved her, I felt she could be the one. Then one day she left for good. She was mad, she hated my town, my family. It was about a year and a half ago, I assumed she was gonna come back like she usually did, I waited, but that was it. Ya know, she would never fully commit, she would never move into my house. My father bought the house in Martinsville, it was perfect for us, for her." He shrugged, he rubbed his eyes.

"You don't see her anymore?"

"Um, no I haven't seen her since that day she left. She calls, she's very cryptic and persuasive." He shrugged.

"Do you miss her?"

"Do you miss Miranda?"

I looked at him. I would have to tell him the rest of the story soon. "I don't miss her at all, at the end of our relationship she was very toxic to me, being with her made me so anxious. I would never have been able to live with her. Then after college, I moved, I lived on my own. I had to get away from my mother and my memory of Miranda."

"This was in LA?"

"Mmm." I finished the champagne, it felt good to get this story out of my system and into the open. It felt good that he was interested. He was holding my hand, my long nails made me surprisingly relaxed. I could feel he was empathetic with every squeeze.

I looked up, the engagement party was still going strong, the restaurant was emptying but I still whispered. "I went through this crazy phase where I dated a lot." I looked at him, I gave him a slight smile, I would have to tell him more about myself and I was a little scared. I wasn't used to sharing like this, sharing with someone I might be falling in love with. "All men and none of them worked out. I would have wanted them to, but they didn't. Not one of them wanted a relationship, not one of them would sit on my stoop, sit in the park, relax and just talk."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, on the weekends I got my things together for garage sales, I was friends with the neighbors, I kept myself busy. I constantly cleaned the house, or I tried on every piece of clothing I had. I was trying to keep my mind occupied. Then I made a mistake, I called one of my uncles and he handed the phone to my mother. I never talked to her anymore, she didn't even know where I lived. Then a couple of days later she showed up at my house with Miranda, with Miranda's mother, with Miranda's suitcase, with boxes of her belongings. I hadn't seen any of them in so long, my mother said she ran into her at the doctor's office. I was wearing the tightest denim dress I owned, I had on my tallest heels and my hair was full of curls, I wasn't planning on visitors."

"And they just showed up?"

"Out of the blue. Miranda made me change, she was laughing at my voice, my clothes, my walk. I now had a roommate. She took over my bedroom, the one I used when I was presenting feminine. All my things were now in the kitchen. The mothers never saw me, they never came in, they never said anything. They dropped her off and left."

"Really? How long ago?"

"Ah, last May." I tried to get comfortable again, this was the part I didn't want to tell. "Well, um, then Miranda suddenly became very needy, even nice. For months she would cook, she would sometimes shop, it was weird it was out of the ordinary. Then I came home and she was on the living room floor, she couldn't move. I brought her into the bedroom and called an ambulance and the two useless mothers. The next night in the hospital Miranda told me she was sick, she was dying and I didn't believe her. I went home to the empty house and she came back in a couple of days. Soon she did nothing but yell at me, I didn't talk to her for weeks, I didn't even come home some nights. I stayed at work or in an old office I used to sometimes live in. Then I had a plan, I was going to make her leave. I called one of my Uncles, they knew some guy an enforcer, he knew some others. We were all set to get her out of the house, I wanted to be by myself again, enjoy my time away from my mother. And then I saw her, with her oxygen tank, her intravenous injections, her nurse. I thanked the men and they left."

"So she wasn't lying, she didn't fake it for sympathy."

"No. For the next three weeks, I tried to be nicer to her, she suddenly wanted to see me dressed up in her clothes, she wanted to see me as her twin, and I finally relented. She wanted to get engaged to me as a girl. Part of me thought it was nice, she was accepting. So we did, even though I knew it meant nothing, I was doing this because she was sick. She called her family, her mother, she called mine. I bought two rings and we wore them all the time, though she never left the bedroom now. Her mother started coming by and saw me in a dress and heels for the first time, but Miranda lied and said I was one of her nurses, it was weird, I didn't like the lying. She told her mother her fiance was never home, he was always out or working and her mother somehow believed her."

"So she was dying in the house? Did you take care of her?"

"A little, she had the nurse almost full-time, she even slept over, I had to give her my other bedroom, I slept on the couch for a month. Sometimes Miranda would make me sit next to her bed all dressed up in her clothes, she had such terrible taste and I hated her scent. Then she wanted me to wear her perfume, her deodorant, her sanitary pads, and even her underwear and I did. Everything she didn't or couldn't wear anymore. I didn't like it, I thought it was weird, I thought she was just trying to tease me, but I did whatever she asked me."

I closed my eyes. "Then her mother called and said, she probably wouldn't last through the summer, I felt guilty."

Owen held my hand even tighter, I felt a hardness in my chest.

"Ugh... I then asked her if she wanted to get married, you know before she got worse, and she laughed, it was the first time she had a smile on her face in months. She suddenly got so angry, she knocked down the little table next to her, she was trying to scream at me but she had no breath. I didn't even know why, I did everything I could for her. She laughed again saying she would never marry someone like me, she said she couldn't believe I did everything she asked. She told me I was ridiculous. She yelled, she cursed. Then she called me a bunch of derogatory names, I was amazed she was so nasty. She had become the old Miranda so quickly. She screamed and I called for the nurse, they both chased me out. Miranda died three days later. I was only relieved she and the nurse were finally out of the house."

"You like living alone?"

"Not really, but I certainly wasn't missing her, she didn't change. I thought she did but she was still nasty, nastier. I ended up paying for her funeral, I paid for almost everything even the nurse. Her mother just couldn't be bothered." I shook my head I was now exhausted, the party next to us was done, the restaurant was getting ready to close. "I couldn't go back into that bedroom, I didn't even want to live in the house anymore, I needed to get out of LA. I wanted a change."

The next week I had my last garage sale. I sold all of my furniture and items from the catalogs. I sold everything of Miranda's, and the little that was left I gave to Kate next door and to her incompatible male relatives. I called Uncle Creme. The house was sold in a week, I was on a plane in a month, and Martinsville was waiting for me.

We finished the warm champagne. We said goodnight to Milly.

***

"So both of us are technically still engaged." Owen was holding my hand, we were window shopping, I wanted to forget about the two forgettable women.

"I guess."

"It's good we have those two women in our past, it makes us better people, it gives us a little strength, a little more character, don't you think?"

"I guess, again."

"Heh, let's not talk about them ever again." He smiled and he picked me up, surprising me. My legs were in his arms, my hand was on his chest and my arm was around his neck holding on for dear life. "Come on let's go."

He carried me through the lit-up little town, he had a smile on his face, he said hello to everyone he passed, he knew almost all of them by name.

"Um, Owen, how long are you going to hold me?"

"I don't know, but I bet I could carry you home." He laughed, he seemed quite happy with our situation. We were at a corner, several cars were waiting at the stop sign and one of them waved us on, I felt everyone watching us. I remembered when I first moved to New Jersey, being nervous and feeling silly walking around town, and now here I was in a man's arms showing off my legs, crossing in traffic, waving to the men and women in their cars. They were probably wishing they were us, wishing they were on a little trek, a little trail, heading to who knows where.

We came to a wall surrounding a church, we were in the middle of town, the restaurant now about six blocks away. He helped me up and slid between my legs. He started rubbing my silky nylons, he was watching me, watching me smile.

"I could have carried you home if you wanted."

"Okay, maybe next time. It's good practice."

He laughed, "Good practice in case we are surrounded by mud and rushing water and I don't want you to get your shoes muddy?"

"Mmm-mmm, would you let me get mud on my heels?"

I stretched out my legs and he moved back, he took my heels into his hands. He watched me, then kissed my knees, my thighs. He moved closer to me and kissed my lips. We made out on a wall outside of a church, it felt very similar to being on a rock, our rock. He released himself from my mouth slowly, "I would never let that happen. You can trust me. I'm considerate, ask anyone."

"Anyone?"

"Yup."

So I did. The town was pretty busy for a Saturday night, date night, and a cute blonde couple was walking toward us. They were holding hands, they were holding shopping bags, they were watching me watch them. "Excuse me?"

They walked over to us, I was leaning into Owen, my arms around him. "Hi,"

The woman smiled as she got closer. "Oh hi, I know you. You always look so familiar to me and you always promise to pick up my kids from school."

"Ha, I do, whenever you want, just call, I'm easy like that."

And we laughed, and we talked for quite a while, I forgot why I even called them over. I couldn't believe I called someone over to talk to them in the first place. They told us they went to the Greek place, we told them we went out for Italian and almost attended an engagement party. I showed the remnants of the cake on my dress. We laughed some more it was nice. We finally introduced ourselves.

"So I am Terri and this is Mike." We made believe we all shook hands.

"And I am Owen an' this is Sabrina."

I smiled big, "I'm new here. I just moved into the famous Morrison's old place in Martinsville."

"Did you?" She smiled, she seemed surprised. "My favorite babysitter was my aunt Joanie, Joan Morrison, god I miss her. She moved to Delaware after my uncle James died."

"Oh, that's sad." I felt bad, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart. I slightly, knew of the previous family, and being in their house I had a strong connection to them.

"Sabrina can be your new babysitter, she has plenty of room and she has a table full of the craziest things to keep kids occupied." Owen smiled.

"You do? Then you are hired, forgo the references." Everyone laughed again, it was nice, I couldn't wait to show off the crazy things in my office on the big table and shelves. I couldn't wait to try and entertain two children.

The couple left, but not before we exchanged numbers. I promised to watch the kids, I promised to even meet them at the school. They said we would probably run into each other at Owens store too. I was so much happier than when I left the restaurant.

*

We were still on the holy wall. Owen's face was in my hair, on my neck, he was teasing me. I wouldn't let him carry me to the car. I wanted to walk, walk in my heels, I wanted to see myself in the windows of the closed stores. I wanted to wave to the cars passing by. I wanted to take pictures of us to replace the ones in my room. I was going to bury the picture of Miranda and me. I don't know why I thought I had to be reminded of my life in LA, I was now ready to start a new one, a quieter one.

The parking lot was empty, we were one of the only cars left. We kissed again in the front seat, we made out like teenagers, like an old engaged couple cheating on their partners. I had my nose against his, my leg was draped on top of him.

"Owen, I am so glad we met on that rock. Maybe one day we can visit Mrs. Kane and thank her." And I kissed him, but it was different, it was slower, more thoughtful. I wanted him to know I was finally comfortable with myself. For years I was back and forth between genders, between anxiousness and confidence, now I was in a parking lot, a lonely one, dark, unforgiving, but I was with a man, a man that was kissing me slow, thoughtful.

"She would probably love that." His hand went up my dress. The dress was so full, it was loose on my hips giving me the illusion of bigger ones. This was something I never would have worn back in LA. In LA everything was tight, short, and low-cut. I felt I had to compete with the glorious-looking starlets, the beautiful actresses, and waitresses, even the tourist attractions and hills. I let him rub my thighs as we kissed. I would let him have me, I would let him feel my genuine self.

"Would you like to see my library?" His lips were at my ear, my earring touching his chin.

"Um, okay. Is that what the kids call it nowadays?"

"Ha, maybe."

*

Owen's house was in the middle of a park, it was encircled by flowers, bordered by paths and mowed trails. His house was totally surrounded by fir trees, there was no sky. I knew his backyard led right to Kane's Rock. Inside, the house was huge, it was quite empty. He was showing me his library but I was more interested in something else, I felt so sexually attracted to him, I felt like he was holding a magnet to me pulling me closer to his genitals. I couldn't stop touching him, I made sure we kissed and cuddled, I made sure our mid-sections were trying to connect.

"And this, my dear, is my famous library, I am sure you have heard so much about it." He grinned as he brought me into the room lined with books. "Oh, here is one of Andrea Kane's books, I gave it to Faye, she never read it, I don't even think she opened it."

"Oh, it has a nice cover." I turned it over, I wanted to see her picture. She smiled, she had short brown hair, a smile like a woman that walks the streets of Martinsville. I knew she would approve of the new romance starting in her hometown. I had my long nails outlining her chin, her lips, for a second I forgot I was in a man's house.

"Would it be weird if I gave it to you?"

I looked up, I smiled. "Oh, only if you don't write me a note inside." He found a pen, I watched him write, he looked like a little boy, his tongue sticking out. He handed the hardcover back to me, I opened up and read:

"Sabrina, I hope this story of love and romance is as romantic, lovely, and as fascinating as the story of your life. Love and kisses, Owen (You know that guy that lives near the Rock.)"

I giggled, it was nice. I liked how quickly we forgot about the two other women in our past lives. I kissed him and we walked through the rest of his home, the rest of the empty rooms. Owen was alone in a huge house, a house for a family not for a semi-approved, pre-engaged man.

***

The End (Part 2 or 4)

Two Sides of the Coin (Part 3)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Hmmm, we made it to part three already, so warm and comforting. Our heroine revels in her new home and town... And then... well you will have to discover the rest for yourself... Oh, and I hope YOU like it...

***

"You have to stop calling here, I am trying to raise a family!"

That was the one phrase my mother spoke that made me stop and listen. I couldn't imagine who she was complaining to.

"This house is full of girls and boys and I have no time for this." And she would hang up. She made a big deal of it, she made believe she was so flustered even though I was the only girl and boy filling up the house. She wanted sympathy and one of the Uncles would inevitably go over and try to comfort her, refill her drink, take her into the messy bedroom, while I hid in one of my nightgowns in my own little room trying not to listen.

After the first time I broke up with Miranda my mother went through a weird phase, she got a little crazy, always on edge. She periodically chase me out of the house and she would never let me use the house phone, she would make me talk to people in person. I was twenty before one of the 'Uncles' bought me my own Apple. He gave me a job that same day. I painted signs, my mother told him I was a writer. She laughed when she said 'writer.'

'Discount-Discount-Discount' That was my most famous one. It had a movable arrow, it could be pointed anywhere.

I remember it was probably five, or six months later, I got a call from the same Uncle, "Don't come home tonight, sleep at the shop." So I did, slept on the couch, under a huge window with metal blinds. I had a tiny little closet of a room, but at least there was another little closet. I had a couple of my outfits handy. I even started dressing and visiting the industrial neighborhood, plus it was right near my College. I was back and forth, between genders and bedrooms, it was so much better than living with my mother, it was better than thinking about Miranda, I was finally alone... well at least at night.

It became my 'pied-à-terre' until I moved into my own house a couple of years later.

***

"Mmm, this pillow smells exactly like a man I know." I was laying on Owen's bed, my dress pushed way up to my panties, I had my face buried in his pillow. I was enjoying myself, I was a little too excited.

He was standing in front of me, he was taking off his shirt, his slacks. "Really? I haven't had a man in my bed in years. Maybe the cleaning woman is up to something."

I threw the pillow at him, he pulled my legs, then he pulled me up off the bed, I was still fully dressed, this is the way I liked it. We started to kiss. Owen was hard, his cock made an appearance over his boxers, the head pointing toward me, begging me to take hold. I took hold.

"Mmm," I whispered as we kissed, "I never expected to meet a man in New Jersey, one that is completely perfect for me."

"Maybe that's why you came here in the first place, maybe that was always the plan."

I stopped and looked up into his eyes, I knew he was just teasing me but maybe he was right, maybe it was someone's plan. Maybe one of the 'Uncles,' or maybe someone I had never met before. I turned around and lifted my blonde hair. "Undo me please, I want to show you my new lingerie."

He laughed as he unbuttoned, then brought down my light salmon dress, over my breasts, over my hips, down my silky legs. I lifted my feet out of the dress now pooled below me. This was the first time in years I was enjoying being intimate, and I was so over-excited. I know I always heard a 'girl's' panties getting wet when she was aroused, but I never experienced it myself. My white panties were drenched, I was leaking, maybe I was sending out my scent reaching out to all men, reaching out to this one in particular.

His hands went to my bra, my breasts, obviously silicone, obviously perfect. We kissed again. We kissed slowly, deliberate. I loved tasting him, I loved the little moan he would make when we changed positions, ran my fingers through his short hair, or started pressing on his hard cock with my body, with my sheer pantyhose between us. I slid my hands down, I played with his hard manhood.

"Oh Sabrina, that feels so good, I love your fingers on me."

"Do you now? Then you will love this even more."

I pushed him onto the bed, I got comfortable between his legs. I pushed my silicone breasts into his crotch, his cock was still hard and still peeking over his boxers. His hands started to play with my hair, my real hair, all mine. For years I was worried that people were seeing me in a wig, but in LA everyone wore one, it wasn't that weird or inconsistent with daily life. White, blue, and bright pink were so normal, sometimes I felt I stood out as my light blonde blew behind me, staying out of my eyes, or held back with my sunglasses. Here in Martinville, it was so different, no one went glam, punk, or goth, no one wore costumes, did cosplay, no one ever wore a wig, or maybe I just wasn't noticing it. I was so glad my hair grew thicker, I was so glad Owen liked it. He pulled, he guided me against his stomach, then closer to his hard dick.

I started to play with his balls through the cotton of his shorts, my chin and lips moved him around, took in his scent, I was getting over-excited again very fast. I hadn't been with a man I was falling in love with, in like, forever. I brought his boxers down, over his legs, and then threw them at him. I took his cock into my grip, I kissed the head, I licked the sides, I then took him into my mouth. I loved that he was watching me.

"Mmm, you taste so good." My voice lilted up as I devoured him, took him deeper. Almost his whole cock was inside of me, I felt like I was showing off. Slowly I released him, he made so much noise as his cock returned to the air, now wetter, now harder. I let him glaze my face. I started sucking the sides, I looked up at him, he was laying down, breathing heavily, a smile frozen on his face. I wish I visited New Jersey when I was younger, I wish I skipped all the drama with my mother and Miranda and even Kate.

I took him back inside my lips and I sucked, I swirled my tongue, his hips started to move.

"Baby, c'mon up here."

I kissed his cock and slid next to Owen, we moved up closer to the pillows. He was still on his back as I leaned my body against him, my 'clit' pushing against his thigh. We made out again as my hand played with his wet cock, his hand rubbed my breast forms in the satin bra. I pushed against him, I was getting excited seeing his eyes, feeling his hardness. I wasn't used to intimacy like this, real, and growing. I rubbed my body, my 'clit,' I waited for the two of us to cum. I started to watch him, my eyes inches from his, my lips barely touching him.

"Ahh..." I started to orgasm, I felt my 'clit' shoot cum into my panties against his hard thigh.

We started to kiss again as his cock started to spurt his semen. We could barely keep our tongues in each other's mouths, but I didn't want to disengage, I wanted him to kiss while he came. Once he was done, I kissed his cheek lightly and then slid down his hard body to investigate the cum on his belly. There was so much, his white cream covered his stomach. I smiled as I licked, I smiled as I showed him the jism in my mouth, on my tongue, dripping on my chin. I let him watch me play with it. Once I was done, I lay on my back and he hovered over me. His body pinning me down, kissing my lips, cheek, and then neck goodnight. We fell asleep with him using my breasts as a pillow.

We slept all night.

***

Being with Owen, being in Martinsville constantly made my mind drift back to LA, to my mother, I didn't really understand it. On some level, it was the same, on some other level it was a whole other world. In LA I was tense on the inside, living on some sort of edge, but on the outside, I felt free, my look, my sexuality, I wore six to seven-inch platforms constantly, I was always showing off my long nails, my long lashes, and colorful eye makeup. Especially after Kate and the neighbors found out. Then the move. In Martinsville I felt at peace, inside I was so relaxed, I slept all night, I woke up refreshed and confident especially if Owen spent the night. Once I was out in the New Jersey air, traipsing through the quiet neighborhood my confidence level dropped, I felt too flamboyant, too noticeable, even too sexy. I felt being with a man would change all that, I would fit in, I would be more like the locals, more like Terri.

I realized I wanted to appear and be exactly like Terri.

***

"Here they come, they are always so happy."

"They must take after their mother."

We giggled, we were outside of the fence. It was my first time this close to the school. I was a little nervous, I didn't want to do anything wrong, I didn't want to stand out. I wore sunglasses like Terri, I wore a long navy blue dress with polka dots, I wore two-inch white sandals, I looked like I could have been one of the mothers, I even had my hair up, pinned up at the back. My only extravagance was my earrings, they were big, they were thick hoops made of gold, they almost reached my shoulders. I felt I needed just a bit of my personality to shine through, I wanted to show the kids, the mothers, Terri. I wanted the neighborhoods to see me as a real person in my new town.

"Mama!" The little girl grabbed her, Terri picked her up and kissed her, it was nice watching this little moment. We took the two little ones and made our way back, back to the old Morrison house. I held hands with little Michelle and little Terrance. Terri wanted them to get comfortable with the new babysitter.

"Mama, are we really going to aunt Joanie's?" Terrance was on the far end, he seemed okay with a friendly stranger holding his hand, he was asking all the correct questions.

"We are going to aunt Joanie's old house, it is Sabrina's new one."

"Does it look the same?"

"Ha, you will have to ask Sabrina."

He stopped he looked up at me, his hands were above his eyes blocking the sun. "You are taller than aunt Joanie."

I smiled, "Am I? Are you sure?" I squinted, we laughed, he forgot what he was going to ask me. He let me pick him up, he was five, he fit into my arms SO perfectly. He smelled sticky.

"We're here!" Michelle ran towards the front door, she checked out the new garden Milly, the waitress, and Owen helped me fix up over the last couple of weeks. She seemed very happy with the new reddish brown color of the house, the new dark screen door, and the new big wooden one. "I can't wait to see our old playroom."

The door was open, we walked right in, I would have to start locking it if I was going to have little children inside, I had to keep an eye on things. The children ran around, looking for their favorite places, favorite hiding spots. They seemed to approve of all the work that was done, all the colors and updating I did before I moved in. I had so much money from the sale of my LA house that I put in a lot of extras and extra work into this new, old house of mine. Almost everything was brand new.

"This is my spot, mama, look!" We followed the voice, Terrance was under the built-in shelves on the porch. He was hiding, he was laughing we found him quite quickly. I was happy he found a spot.

*

The kids were playing, I brought all the toys and crazy things I have collected from the catalog companies and brought them into the porch, their old playroom. It had a TV, speakers, a couch and some comfortable chairs. It even had a low table for coloring on, playing with action figures, or painting your nails. They seemed very happy with me and my home, they seemed very excited in their old room.

I was humming, I was making coffee, I was daydreaming. I was having a lovely time.

"Sabrina, I am a Morrison too."

I turned, "Really? I didn't realize."

"The past owners of this beautiful house were my husband's aunt and uncle, he loved coming here when he was young, and we would come here to visit, for dinner or to drop off the kids all the time."

I was searching in my fridge, "Looks like things don't have to change." I giggled as I found the cream.

"Um, Sabrina, thank you for helping me with the kids."

I turned around, "Mmm? Helping you? Thank you for believing in me." I smiled and sat with her with the steaming coffee. She told me about herself, her children, her husband, and her family. I then told her about me, just a little. I told her about the catalogs, the garage sales, the move from the west coast, the falling in love with Owen, though I don't think he realized it yet. I then told her I was transitioning.

"Oh, okay. You are doing, um, remarkably well."

I stared at her and then giggled. "Am I?"

"Ha, I'm sorry I don't know what the correct response would have been, I will have to check the internet." And we giggled some more. We finished our coffee. I told her that was the correct response.

We went to my bedroom, I showed her my fake breasts, my collection of dresses and heels. I showed her the pictures on my wall. The one with Miranda was somewhere in a New Jersey dump by now.

She had a finger on one in particular. It was of me two blocks away from Hollywood and Vine, actually on Sunset, the supposed spot where I was born. I had one of the vendors selling hot dogs take it of me.

Terri took a picture of my wall.

"Sabrina you are so pretty right here, your dress is so pink and so short. You know, I have always wanted to go to LA." She turned back to look at me to give me a crooked smile. "The kids want to go to Disneyland of course, but who has the time, who has the money?" I watched as she went through the rest of the pictures, finding me immediately in the crowd of faces. Then she investigated my books just like Owen did. I began giggling watching the amazement on her face grow at all the makeup products I had on my vanity. Lipstick, brushes, pencils, even all of my cleansers and supplements. I let her try on my new plum lipgloss.

We heard the kids. They were in my office, they were pointing at my Hello Kitty bank way up on the shelf above us all. Watching and waiting. I climbed up on my little stool, climbed up in my heels, making a racket. They clapped as I took Kitty down. I gave it to Terri.

"Here you go, I wish it was raining out, this is my rainy day fund it's now yours."

The kids took it from her. "Mama it's so heavy." Terrance smiled as he shook the plastic cat, a couple of coins making some noise.

"No, you can't give us that."

"Please, I haven't touched it since my last garage sale, I don't know how many months ago." I smiled, I brought her back into the kitchen for more coffee. I told her to plan her trip and send me pictures.

***

Later that night I had a visit... a couple of visits.

I always wanted someone to sit on the stoop, couch, or at the kitchen table with me. I wanted someone to tell me I was a good cook, made a great drink, looked hot in my new lingerie. I always thought it was too much to ask for. I assumed not everyone had someone like that in their lives. Terri did, I wanted in on some of that action.

"Here you go." I made mojitos again, I toasted little pieces of bread. I cut up cheese and vegetables for crackers and dip. I wanted to hang, I wanted to relax, watch TV. I wanted a man to appreciate the time it took for me to become beautiful.

"Thank you."

I sat close, I felt so nice after an afternoon with children and a new friend. I tried to give Owen the remote.

"Um, Sabrina, can you stand up? can I see how great you look?" He looked at me hopefully, did he think I wouldn't, did he think he was asking too much? Did he know all the bonus points he was collecting?

"Okay." I stood, put my hands on my hips, I spun around. I could tell he approved. I was wearing a sleeveless white top, showing off my navel again. I was wearing a very short frilly skirt, showing off my beige silky legs which have become so shapely and perfect from yoga. My hips and ass wider with padding. My breast forms hidden under my D-cup bra, pushing them up, together, making a perfect decolletage. My heels were five inches high and white strappy sandals. I was showing off my pink toenails which matched my ten fingers. My long nails now playing with my longer-looking hair. I straightened it after Terri and the kids left, I wanted to match her, I wanted to look like one of her children. I had my long eyelashes on, dark pink eyeshadow, and so much mascara. My lips were dark pink, just ready to be admired, ready to be kissed.

Owen took my hand, he told me he loved long nails on a woman, he told me so many times he loved my perfume. He kissed the top of my hand, he played with my bracelet, he pulled me onto his lap.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are, you are so sexy. Is it okay that I used the S word?"

I giggled, "It is, I want you to use it all the time. I like the B word too."

"And what is the B word?"

"Buxom, of course."

He laughed he started playing with my breasts, we kissed, it was nice it was exactly what I needed. After a little kissing, fondling we settled into the comfy couch. I had my legs under me leaning on the back, Owen leaned against the arm, we were drinking our Mojitos. We were close, we were touching. After a while I put my head on his shoulder, I had my hand near his manhood, we watched TV. I wanted him to make love to me tonight but I didn't want to rush him. It took us so long to become intimate, I was thinking he was trying to come to grips with dating a T-girl.

I didn't want to ask, I was enjoying myself too much, but... I decided to ask. "Owen, do you mind if I play with you?" I wanted to be cute, I wanted to talk. I kissed his cheek.

He smiled again, he kissed me, I started to play, his hands now in my hair. I slowly took him out of his pants, I rubbed, we enjoyed our time together, we tried to pay attention to the program. Soon I was down on his cock. I left a nice pink line around the perimeter. I started to suck, I started to lick and play with his balls, I started to get excited all over again. I needed better sex than I was getting in LA, I needed a relationship, a man, I needed him to cum in my mouth. He repositioned, he lightly grabbed my hair, touching my earrings. I went down on him more, trying to get his huge cock down my throat, I gagged, I kept on trying. I was becoming too excited, he was so big, I started to pump him in my hands instead as I sucked on the purple head. I watched him enjoy himself, I wanted to tell him this is what happens when you are gorgeous and you sit on my couch.

"Oh, God, baby I love that. I'm gonna cum."

I stayed on his cock, I wanted him to cum in my mouth, down my throat. I felt the first spurt and I held it in my cheeks. I felt him inside me, I sucked as he shot, his hips moving making it difficult. Once he was done I spit all his cum back onto his cock, let it drip. I slowly licked it all back up, took it all inside me once again. I loved his cock after he came, the taste of an orgasm, a happy penis. Soon he was all done, all sparkling clean, and he let me rub myself as he played with my hair and brushed against my lips. I needed him to look at me, approve, it was going to make me cum. I loved his breath on my cheeks, the feel of his hands on my body, the randomness of our touching. My eyes opened wide, my 'clit' was pressing against his body, I came more than ever in my panties, my skirt completely pushed up. Once again my silk panties were soaked, once again I was happy to be in the arms of a man, someone who I would make fall in love with me.

I cuddled on his lap, my head on his chest, I passed out. Moments later I felt him rubbing my back talking to me. I was dreaming, I was falling to my death, I didn't want to wake.

*

"Oh, hi." Terri was calling, she asked if she was interrupting us and I giggled. "Can Mike and I come over, real quick five minutes tops?"

"Sure, of course."

I loved this, in LA nobody ever just stopped by to visit. I ran into my bedroom and changed my top, something less showy. I was then in the kitchen making expresso and chocolate milk for when they came. Owen let them in, I heard them all in the living room, even the kids. It was almost nine o'clock. I was happy to have the company, I was happy to show off my boyfriend.

I walked in with a tray. Terrance was holding the Hello Kitty. His eyes were wide, he had a huge smile on his face when he saw me.

"Hi, baby," I said to him and then spoke to the crowd. "Hi, crowd." They smiled as I passed out drinks. Terrance handed me the bank.

"Sabrina," Terri was watching me, she glanced over at Owen. "I was talking to our Aunt Joanie, she wants to come to visit, she wants to meet you."

"Really, okay, I would love that. She can show me how to work the garbage disposal, ha."

"Well, don't get your hopes up with that," And they all laughed. "Oh and, uh, we can't accept the bank, we just can't. Do you know how much money is in there?"

"Mmm, how many guesses do I get?" I poured the coffee, the chocolate.

Mike got up, he gave me a hug, and I spilled a little. "You get as many as you want." He then looked at me, "There is almost twelve thousand dollars."

"Wow, really? I guess I had a good run in LA with my garage sales." I giggled, I squeezed in on the couch, I made Mike sit down next to Terri. "I want you all to have it, it's just collecting dust in my office. I want you all to go to Disneyland, I want you all to have fun and send me pictures. Maybe you can take Aunt Joanie."

***

My mother went to Disneyland with one of the uncles. I would have went with them if they asked. They didn't. I stayed home, I decided to dress up, it had been a while since I had had the chance to do my makeup in the house. Mostly I slipped on something before bed, a bra, panties, pantyhose, maybe even fill my bra, wear a clip in my hair. But today was different, I felt I was growing up. I got a package in the mail the week before, it was very cryptic. It had our address and was labeled 'To the person born on May 15th.' It had to be for me my twentieth birthday had just passed, it was too specific. When I opened it up there was a LA Rams jersey and a white dress filled with roses. Reds and greens it was beautiful. I hid both presents, I didn't want my mother to see them. She was angry when she first saw me fully dressed I didn't want her to know someone was sending me gifts, sending me female clothes. There was also an unsigned 20th birthday card, it had a scent I couldn't place, but it was familiar.

I spent the morning fixing my hair, it was quite long, my mother hated it. She would tease me, and ask what gender I was today, she would pull it when I passed, she would threaten to cut it off. I tried to stay away from her. I spent the afternoon fixing my eyes, my lips. I always had everything I needed, makeup was easy to buy, I hid it behind the tissues and mouthwash at the store. No one was ever suspicious. I slipped on the maroon robe, it was long and soft. underneath I had a white cotton bra and panties. I had on taupe pantyhose that I bought at one of the street markets. I had the girl upstairs red heels right next to me, ready to put on, I also had her red pocketbook. The heels were perfect, they were two-inch pumps. I was always too embarrassed to buy heels, to buy almost anything to wear. The brother and sister upstairs sometimes left things on their landing, piles of clothes, backpacks, empty soda cans, and games. I just borrowed the shoes, the bag, I was going to sneak them back.

My makeup ended up quite nice, soft, red lips and dark eyes. I even had perfume, one my mother never wore. I took so many pictures, I felt so feminine. I then pulled out the dress and slipped it over my head, slightly messing up my hair. I stood in front of the mirror and fixed the dress, positioned it, pulled it slightly down, and fixed the little straps to hide the bra. It was sleeveless and short, I felt very cute, I felt ready for the next phase of my life. Someone gave me the best present, someone had faith in me.

"You look amazing."

I slipped on the bright red heels, I lost my breath I had to sit down. I started to cry, I looked so good why did I have to waste time as a boy, why did I have to pretend? I thought I looked so beautiful, I took more pictures, I fixed my hair, I put on my only clip-on earrings. I practiced my walk, I had the pocketbook slung over my shoulder, I looked perfect, I looked like I was ready for a date. I couldn't believe the dress fit so perfectly.

I heard someone in the other room, I panicked. I froze.

"What the fuck,"

I turned around it was the two from upstairs, the landlord's boy and girl, both older than me, both laughing. Their father sometimes showed up with the gas man or to check the fuse boxes. The two of them had a habit of taking the master key and walking in, stealing things from the fridge or the pantry. I was used to it but I wasn't ready to present myself in this flowered dress.

"I knew you had my fucking bag," She yelled. She grabbed it off my shoulder. "I have my driver's license in there, what's the matter with you, I knew you stole it. And when did you become such a fag." The two of them laughed even louder, it was so uncomfortable. I took off the shoes, she took them and cursed. She slammed the door and left. The young man stayed.

"You look okay in your mother's clothes." He smiled, he walked around me. I was nervous, I didn't want him to tell anyone. "You know a boy in his mother's clothes is kinda hot."

"These are mine," I said, I tried to sound femme. My hands were shaking, he was at least six inches taller than me without my shoes.

"You looked great in heels, don't you have another pair you could wear, I could go upstairs and steal another pair from Trina's." He laughed, it was weird but I didn't mind it as long as he wasn't mean, as long as he promised not to tell anyone. Well anyone else.

I slipped on a pair of black heels, they were the only ones I had back then, they were four inches high, I slipped and he caught me. He had me in his arms. He started feeling my breasts, then my hair. He then bent down and got on his knees, he put his face in the fullness of my dress, he was breathing heavily. He had his arms around my body, his hands now caressing my ass under the dress, he was rubbing my panties.

"Wow, you even smell like a girl. Mmm, does your mother know you wear her clothes?"

I didn't want to tell him again that the dress was mine. "Yes, she knows." I didn't want to tell him I had more outfits in my closet and even more at the sign store. I didn't want him to know how much of a girl I actually was.

He brought me over to the couch, we sat and he tried to kiss me. I let him kiss my cheek, my neck. I didn't mind the attention but he was too rough. Suddenly he took out his dick. I wasn't ready for it, I was surprised it made an appearance so fast. Why did men think everyone in a dress wanted some of their cock, was there something I didn't know, some rule that I never heard before? Then he took my hand and placed it right on top of it. I didn't fight it, I let him.

"Come on, play with me, I'm sure you have done this before." I didn't.

I watched his hardness grow as I played with him, he was so excited, why couldn't we talk, why couldn't we go out somewhere... maybe eat at a restaurant, go to the park and show off this new dress, why did I have to touch his dick. I played with it anyway, I didn't really mind. Sometimes Miranda would rub me, and I just did what she did, I played the female role. My preferred role, but I also wasn't as aggressive as Miranda, she would rub like she was putting out a fire, and it never got near her mouth anymore. Soon he started playing with my breasts again, he was squeezing, he was looking at my lips, and then he started to cum, he was laughing, his cum got all over his shirt and the couch.

He stood up and shook his head looking at me. I was probably a mess, I was embarrassed, but he seemed to enjoy looking at me. "You are so hot, you look just like a girl. Call me the next time you go in your mother's closet, we have to do this again." He took money out of his wallet and threw it on the table. "Buy some red heels." He laughed, he left. He was here for ten minutes.

He came back five minutes later for the master key, I was still shocked and sitting quietly on the couch. "Trina is so pissed." He laughed and left again. I stayed in the flowered dress all day. I cleaned the house, then I wore my nightgown all night while my mother stayed somewhere near Disneyland.

He would visit me regularly, I never wanted to know his name.

***

As it started to get colder in Martinsville, life became quieter. I sadly saw less of Owen and the rock, he became busy, he worked late, and his store was ramping up for the holidays. I visited, I clicked down the aisles in my new heels, and said hello to the few workers I was introduced to. We usually ended up kissing in one of the quiet back storerooms.

"Is it okay that I'm here, will anyone be mad?"

He would have this huge smile on his face, a huge hard-on in his pants. "No one will ever be mad." And we would kiss. His tongue would investigate my mouth, I felt so content. I would open his flannel shirt, I would put my hands up his t-shirt, and scratch him with my long nails. He would be surprised at how much the top half of his body turned me on. I was realizing I had never been able to do this before, never had a man I could just feel, just touch, I didn't have to just imagine.

Sometimes I gave him a handjob hidden by all the budding Christmas trees. He would be laying down, his zipper wide open, his cock springing right out. I would kneel next to him, once again my fingers playing with him, marveling at how much he was enjoying our affair.

"It's nice getting into the Holiday spirit so early." I tickled him and brought my hands down to his balls, he would pull me in closer to kiss. The smell of pine fighting with my perfume.

"Is that what we are doing?"

"It is." I would then stop kissing, I would look into his eyes, I wanted to see the moment he became excited. He would breathe heavily, the customers, mowers, and slight wind covering his sounds. He would cum in my hand and I would let him watch me lick it all off. Having access to a male body was amazing, even though I wanted and needed it more than almost anything. Who would have guessed that Martinsville would be the place to meet a man who would spend time with me? LA was full of them, all non-judgemental, all open-minded, all gorgeous, but I had to fly three thousand miles to find one with all the perfect attributes. I had to find one who would just want to be with me.

Sometimes I just brought him lunch.

*

I had to buy winter clothes, Terri had to buy summer ones, she was going to Disneyland.

"Sabrina do you like this?"

Terri was holding a swimsuit. It was a one-piece, I could imagine myself wearing it. "It's nice but doesn't Mike want to see your sexy belly?"

"Ha, I do not have a sexy belly."

"Are you sure, maybe you better check with your husband?" I found her a bikini, I found her three of them, I made her try them on. I made her buy them all, she bought the one piece too.

We both left the shops with two huge shopping bags. Two winter, two summer, two sides of the coin.

*

At the beginning of November, I became spoiled. Life was being too good for me. Terri and I went food shopping and clothing shopping some more, we went out to eat, she let me babysit the kids. Sometimes she even invited Owen and me for dinner.

I always stopped and talked to Milly at the restaurant, I brought her flowers, I brought her some books, she was always happy to see me. Sometimes we even went to a different restaurant for lunch. My favorite was still visiting Owen, I met his parents and more of his co-workers, I met the little dog that rambles around the shop. Sometimes I met him at his house and sometimes I met him at the Morrison's old one. He even used to come with me to my doctor's appointments.

Sometimes we just stayed in my Jeep or his large tan car. His car matched my nude heels.

Tonight, my house was spotless, my plants were watered, and my music was filling up the air. I was wearing my long, fitted denim dress. It was short-sleeved and my breasts looked quite nice, I looked nicely stacked, I was proud of the way my body was developing. All the hormones, the supplements, the wishing, and the exercise were finally doing their job. The waist of the dress was tighter and the hem came to my ankles, showing off my suntan pantyhose at the ankle, showing off my new three-inch black sandals.

I was washing dishes, I was preparing some of my favorite desserts, I was preparing my favorite drinks. I was having company. I was trying to keep my long hair out of my eyes.

I heard the bell, "Sabrina, we're here!"

I dried, I skipped to the front door, I couldn't wait. I had the screen door locked, In my mind there were always kids in the house now, roaming around, eating 'Fruit Snacks,' calling me Auntie.

"Oh my god, Aunt Joanie?" I had a huge smile on my face, I had a huge soapy wet spot on my breasts and waist, she hugged me anyway.

"Ha, ha, yes. So nice to finally meet you. Sorry, it has taken so long to get back to the old neighborhood, the old house." I pulled back to look at her, she was tiny, and she had tears in her eyes. She handed me flowers, she handed me a box of candy, she gave me a book. "I hope you haven't read this one."

I let them in, I got a vase for the flowers and we sat at the kitchen table, it was my favorite place to entertain. Terri and I could spend hours here listening to music, drinking wine, talking about our sexual escapades with our men. Sometimes she would call late at night and Mike would drop her off, she would knock on the back door, she would bring over homemade Lemoncello, homemade lasagne, sometimes drawings from the kids. Sometimes I wouldn't let her leave, I made her stay in my guest bedroom, I had a sign on it that said 'Terri's Room.'

We were too quiet as I poured my famous orange sangria, as I made the music lower, as I felt the two of them study my hands, my eyes, my smile.

"You are very pretty dear." Joanie was touching my hand, she seemed on the verge of crying again. I could tell she loved the house but was probably missing her husband. "Terri tells me you are traditioning."

I smiled, "Well that, as well as transitioning too," We laughed, it was nice, I liked sharing her aunt, I liked the sound of voices filling my empty house. I gave her the tour and she told me what all the rooms used to contain. She told me her husband was a big reader too, he had libraries in the exact same spots. Every room was full of books and magazines and music.

"Would you like to see some pictures?" She asked.

"I would." And Terri took the albums out of one of the bags. I made room, I filled up everyone's glass, we all squeezed together on one side of the table.

"This is James, my husband." There were a lot of pictures of him, he was a salesman, he did lots of traveling, he even lived in LA for a while. "He had beautiful blonde hair, he looked like a surfer." She smiled, then put her fingers through my hair.

"Just like mine?"

"Just like yours and just like the kids."

Terri laughed, we turned to look at her pretty face, her big dark eyes. "I guess I am the only blonde from a bottle."

"No," I giggled, "You are the only BEAUTIFUL blonde from a bottle, Martinsville doesn't seem to have too many of us."

"Well, there used to be more." Aunt Joanie's voice was cracking, then she closed the photo book, she closed her eyes, she took a big sip of her drink. "This is wonderful dear, did you make it?"

"I did, I put lots of things in a pitcher, I mixed, I hoped for the best. Sometimes I have a winner and sometimes... I don't." I shrugged, and she hugged me. We stayed off the topics of blondes and family and the house. We stuck to the themes of the neighborhood, the shops, and the music seeping in from the other room.

"James loved music too. I have all of his records and tapes and um, CDs in the house in Delaware. It suddenly seems so far away."

"Well if you like you can stay here, you can sleep in Terri's room."

She looked at Terri, "You have your own room?"

"I do, I am a local celebrity, there are signs all over town that say Terri Morrison slept here." We giggled, it was nice, but I was very melancholy that they had to leave. I walked them to the car, we hugged, both had tears in their eyes as they drove away. I wouldn't have tears in my eyes until I was alone in my bed. They would be gone for three weeks, they would be in LA. I would miss them. I would miss all of them, terribly. Terri asked me to go, but I couldn't go back to LA, at least not yet.

In bed I finally let myself cry and I didn't know why. I was quite happy.

*
My room was so perfect, I was so comfortable...

After high school, when I was with Miranda, I thought things were fine. Fine enough. I knew she was moody, I knew I could have regular sex with her, it was a trade-off. Back then I used to get this feeling in my shoulders, my back, even my fingers. I had a high threshold for physical pain, I was beaten up an awful lot when I was a kid. There were so many angry little rich kids who had angry big poor kids to do their bidding, their fighting for them. They took a dislike to me right away. I didn't play sports, I lived in a tiny apartment, under someone else's tiny house, I didn't have a father and my mother was quite nasty, to me. Well to everyone, to be fair, not just me. She wasn't that popular in the neighborhood. I couldn't understand how she could have so many boyfriends, so many returning ones, she must have been a fantastic lover. I hoped that was the one thing I would inherit from her.

After my first time with the young man upstairs, he visited often. Sometimes he knocked even when Miranda was with me, he never used the key unlike his sister, and he always had a sly smile on his face, he knew a secret and I could tell he couldn't wait to tell everyone. His sister surprisingly said nothing about me borrowing her shoes, but she avoided me more than she used to. Miranda hated both of them, especially him, all she did was curse and make fun of him. He just seemed indifferent, he didn't mind sharing me.

Suddenly he was always around. He was always waiting for a chance for us to be together, for me to dress up for him. I would come home from my night with Miranda and he would be waiting on the steps in front of the little house. He would be holding a bag of his sisters' clothes, sometimes some of his mothers', but I wouldn't put them on, I told him I had my own, even though he would beg.

I started to get comfortable with him, I felt my personality coming through, I wasn't a scared little 'girl' anymore. I would ask him all types of questions, I wanted to know what he found attractive.

"Do you like my legs?" I would ask while modeling a short green dress, garter belt, and stockings hiding underneath. I thought I was so sexy, stylish, I wished Miranda was more like this, more like me. "Do you like my makeup? I just bought a new palette of colors."

He would shrug, he would already be playing with his cock. I could tell he was more interested in the fact that I wasn't all girl, that is what turned him on. He always checked my panties, he always checked my breasts, he was always concentrating on a part of my body that I didn't want him to concentrate on.

"Well?" I would hold up my hem, I wanted to distract him, I would try to smile as seductively as I could.

"No, no it's great, you look so hot, it's just I like to think of you playing around in your mother's closet." I would hold my dress, showing off my flat crotch in my panties, he would just watch. "God, you are so feminine but as a guy, you're not. I love that one minute you are a boy, then you disappear and presto, you are a girl."

After a while I got used to the direction of our little affair, I knew what he liked, even though I wanted something different, something more. I think I wanted him to fall in love with me. I knew my mother thought of me as a distraction, she was somehow getting money for me, social security maybe, I didn't really know. I knew she didn't love me, and Miranda, well, she couldn't love anyone but herself.

My trysts with the neighbor were always so quick, it was like something he had to get done, finish up. Sometimes I would suck his cock for twenty minutes, he would finally let me play with him, he would let me practice taking it as far into my mouth as I could. The whole time he would beg me to wear a wig. He wanted me to feel less real, less like a real woman.

"Come on, I'll buy one. I can get one of those long bright red ones, or even a black one, something completely different." And he did, and I would wear them for him.

Then after he came, he would clean up, he would tell me he was going to a girlfriend's house to take her out, go to a concert or a baseball game. I didn't understand why he just wouldn't take me. I was better looking than all of his girlfriends, I was nicer and I had a better wardrobe. I was sure his sex life was better with me too, but I couldn't be sure, maybe he was just always hard. If he asked, I would have easily dropped Miranda for HIM. I felt more genuine being with a man.

"Ugh... stop it!" I breathed out, my mind was going somewhere I didn't want it to go. I try not to revel in my time in LA, I was now a different person, in a different wonderful town.

I wanted to dwell on something else, anything else.

I started thinking, I was completely indifferent to mental pain, I didn't have any. I was never depressed, I was never suicidal, I was just always anxious. Moving to Martinsville and thinking back, I realized I wasn't anxious about being late, I wasn't nervous about missing class, or work, or a green light. When I was younger I was anxious because I wanted to return to being a girl, a new girl. That was what I was always anxious about, right from the beginning, right from my mother's womb near Hollywood and Vine. Now lying in bed, missing Terri, missing Owen I wasn't in physical or mental pain. I was in some sort of limbo, something changed again, something happened, but I wasn't perceptive enough to know what it was. Tomorrow I would enjoy myself, I would have fun, I would put on my favorite, sexiest outfit, unfortunately, I would be by myself.

*

"Oh my god, you are so gorgeous." I was posing in front of my mirror, it was huge, it took up half of my bedroom wall. When I was still in LA I had two men come and fix up my new house in New Jersey, make it more beautiful, more feminine. I had to imagine what it looked like, I was three thousand miles away.

They called me and asked. 'Half the wall? Are you sure?'

"Can you imagine they thought I was silly, vane, crazy, didn't they know I was from LA? That's how EVERYone is. There are mirrors all over the place." I was talking to the blonde, she was wearing the outfit she wore when she first went to Kane's Rock when she first met Owen. She of course was me.

"I wish we had even more."

*

I was alone, I had a thermos of coffee, I had the Andrea Kane book that Owen gave me, I was wearing a coat. I only owned two, Terri picked out this one, it was warm, black, and furry. Underneath I had on my most tantalizing outfit, I wanted to dress sexier again, I wanted to dress for me, I wanted to dress as I did in LA. Owen was busy, he wasn't calling. I would drink, I would read, I would imagine I was the sexy woman in the book. Why not? I deserved a little romance.

It became very clear to me, immediately, that Tasmin, the heroine in the novel wouldn't be wearing a black push-up bra or thin black panties. There was no way she was wearing black sheer stockings with a large red lacy band on the elastic. There was no way she was wearing a short black skirt showing off her legs, and she was definitely not wearing a sheer red fishnet top, sleeves covering her palms. There is no way she was standing in seven-inch platform Pleasers either, glossy black with two red ankle straps. There was no way her eyelashes were long, dark, her lips red, glossy, her earrings big, red, and plastic. It also became clear to me this book wasn't a romance novel.

I closed it, I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath. The first time I came here it was so foggy but now it was so clear, clear like my mind. I opened my eyes, feeling my longer than usual lashes, I stretched, I glanced at my legs, I pulled up my stockings. There was no way I wasn't the sexiest little thing in Martinsville.

"Martinsville can you smell my perfume?" I called, the trees soaking up my voice. "Can someone come and caress my legs? Can someone come and take me to dinner, a movie, a factory, anywhere?"

I would love to have known what Owen thought about me the first time he saw me perched on this rock, my legs crossed, my eyes closed looking up at the cloudy late afternoon sky. I would love to know how long it took him to inch closer to me. I wanted to know if he thought I was real, at least at first. How he felt the first time he held my hand, touched my cheek, and played with my hair.

"Martinsville, I am real, come touch me." I giggled, I shook my hair around my face and then slipped my hood over it.

I looked at my tiny gold watch, it was late, I read almost two hundred pages, my ass was sore. I decided I would ask Owen. I was going to be cute, you know, just see how he felt the first time he saw his future girlfriend. I would see if he was home, just stop by the gorgeous boyfriend's house, take him some lukewarm coffee. Let him touch me.

*

Ten minutes later I was leaving the trees, I saw the house clearly. It was late afternoon, it was getting dark. I had a bag over my shoulder holding the book he gave me, a thermos, my purse, and a toy mower. Terri and I found it when we went shopping, it was cute, it was an exact replica of Owen's. I was hoping he would put it on one of his bookshelves, I was hoping he would think of me when he saw it. I walked closer, the lights were on, there were two cars in front. He was definitely home.

I walked closer, I pulled off my hood, I put on more of my red lipstick, a little of my lips gloss, I smushed my lips then walked up the stairs. His house was too big, the porch was too wide, the wooden door was wide open.

Knock, knock, knock. "Owen, it's me."

Then I saw her. Through the screen, she shook her head, he walked by her, he came to the screen. "Oh, um, hi."

I looked up at him, my coat was open showing off my non-Martinsville outfit. He stepped outside as I moved back and down a step.

We were quiet, I looked behind him, she was behind the screen, she was watching.

He looked, he glanced back, "Um, Sabrina, Faye is here." I shook my head, I knew it was her. She wasn't happy to see me, I could tell she wasn't happy I left LA.

"Ask her what she wants." Faye was getting anxious, she wanted to get back to whatever they were doing before I interrupted them.

"Um, I'm sorry, Faye stopped by. Can I call you later?"

"Tell her Owen." I heard her, she sounded annoyed.

I looked into his eyes, "Tell me what?"

"Ahh, it's just, um, we were just talking about, you know, us. I don't even know what to say, sometimes I am afraid to go visit you." He wasn't looking at me, I wasn't used to him talking like this.

"Why?"

"Well, I don't know if you are going to be a man or a woman, I just don't know, what happens..."

"What? What are you talking about? Why would I be a man? I am not a man."

Faye then came outside. "Well he doesn't know, what is your situation, tell us then."

I looked at him, I avoided her gaze, I suddenly had tears in my eyes, Owen was just like all the other men in my life. I thought he was different. I remembered how long it took him to take me out, to see the town, to be with other people. It just took longer for us to become intimate, I thought it was nice, I thought I was being courted, now I realize he just didn't understand me.

"Why are you talking to me like this?" I started to lightly cry as I walked down the stairs. I felt tears on my cheeks, I held my bag tighter. "Why are you being mean to me?"

"Sabrina, I'm not, I just don't know, I don't want to be surprised."

"Surprised?" I didn't understand his reasoning at all. I turned, I walked away.

"That's why he won't screw you." I heard Faye, it was the last time I heard her voice. I kept walking. I had to switch directions, I was walking towards the rock, I needed to go home.

"Sabrina, I just..."

I stopped him. "Don't talk to me." I headed back, I made it home, I was sad and had no one to talk to. No one. I called Uncle Creme.

*

My mother knew Uncle Creme before I was born. She started to date him when I was young, she needed legal advice, he knew a bit of everything. He was around more than any of the other Uncle's. He was around for years, he still was surprising. Whenever I needed something he was there. Whenever I had a problem and wanted to make it go away, he was there. He got me out of my mother's house, he got me out of LA, now he was going to get me out of Martinsville.

"No Sabrina, please stay. It's a nice town."

I was crying, I wanted to talk to Terri but I didn't want to bother her on vacation. I wanted to talk to Milly, but I knew she was Owen's friend, she would be on his side. I was sure she knew who Faye was.

I cried as he consoled me. An hour later, I agreed. I told him about Kane's Rock, I told him how relaxed I felt there, complete.

"You should visit it every day, it is probably more yours than anybody else's, it could be your safe place."

"Maybe."

"Just give it a chance, just a little more time."

"Okay, I'll try. Goodbye and thank you. I miss you. Don't tell my mother I called."

"I won't, I never do."

I was ready to be alone, at least until the Morrison's came back. Owen and Faye could go screw themselves, using her own childish term. They could screw each other and leave me alone, they could go suck then choke on their engagement rings.

***

The End (Part 3 or 4)

Two Sides of the Coin (End)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: We come to the end. I am already missing Martinsville, the quaint busy little town with big parking lots, scrumptious restaurants, and involved waitresses... We also find out the surprise, (There was a surprise?) well a mystery that our heroine wasn't even looking for. Isn't that always the way... I hope YOU like it...

***

I was on the rock, I was once again dressed sexy as hell, I was wearing expensive heels. I came here every day early, I knew I would be alone. I ignored all of Owen's calls and texts. He came to the house twice and I locked the door, shut the windows, shut the lights, and raised the music, I let him knock and call for over an hour.

I had to call Terri, I had to call someone. I told her what happened. I told her the story in a very straight tone, very non-commital, she started to cry, she put Mike on the phone.

"When he shows up call my friend Tony, okay? Here is his number."

And I did, twice. Owen got the message, Tony got hot coffee, a hug, and a first pick through my catalog goodies table.

I then got a call from Aunt Joan. "Hi, Sabrina, is everything okay?"

"Mmm, I guess, I'm working like crazy, the holidays are busy." It was Thanksgiving, it was quiet, all the families were together in their warm houses, drinking hot cider. I was eating a turkey sandwich with coleslaw.

"I was wondering did you read the Kane book I gave you?"

"Ooh, not yet. I just finished one of her others, she is a wonderful writer."

"Read it when you can, I think you will find the story quite interesting. Okay?"

"Okay, and thank you for all the pictures, I am so glad you all are having fun. I wish I was with you."

She laughed, it was nice, I was missing her. "Well next time you better come. Oh ya know, we went somewhere today, I am going to have one of them send you a picture, text us when you start the book, okay love?"

"Okay, bye, have fun for me too."

*

There were only two places in Martinsville of note to visit; Kane's Rock and The Devil's Tree. The legend was if you touched the Devil's Tree something bad happened. You would get into an accident, break a leg, or someone you loved would die. I wouldn't touch it, I wouldn't go near it, I felt its power but I started to go and look at it. It was horrendous. Nowadays it was used mainly as a urinal, I could smell the stench from the dusty road, I would pull over and gaze, I would let the other drivers go around me. It was one of the few places I now visited that I needed to drive.

Sometimes there was a crowd of teenagers nearby, drinking, and smoking. I wanted to yell, get their attention, 'Go to Kane's Rock instead. It has a bad vibe around it too.' I didn't notice it before, but I didn't care. I totally understood the allegiance to the Tree, everyone wanted to feel the evilness surrounding it, the Rock was just bad luck. I wish all those months ago I walked straight instead of back behind my house and just hung out on the side of the road instead. Have myself get covered by the dust of the cars, the pickup trucks. Have people beep at me that I was getting too close to the street, too close to their vehicles. I wish I never ventured to Kane's Rock, but it was too late, now I could never leave.

*

It was Black Friday, everyone was shopping, I was going through my closet. It was the first time in my life that all of my clothes were together in the same place. There was a time they were in three different locations, my mother's house, the sign office, my own house in LA. Now I had everything, even the things when I was younger. I had the ruched red dress that my mother first saw me wearing, I had the white dress with roses that the brother and sister surprised me in. Crazy but every year in May I got another dress, and another jersey. I sold the four jerseys at the garage sales, I was wondering if I will get another present next May. I always assumed they were from Uncle Creme, but now I wasn't so sure. Why would he give me a football shirt, he knew I couldn't be bothered with football, with sports in general.

I also had the short denim dress I was wearing the day Miranda moved into my LA home. The things I didn't have were all her old clothes, the ones she made me wear, I sold them all at the garage sales. I even still had the one dress of my mothers that I had on once. It was blue and white and polyester. It had a weird gold pattern on it, I hated it but I wore it for the young man who lived above me. He wanted me to wear something of my mother's, I could tell it turned him on. For a year and a half, I gave him hand jobs or sucked his cock. For a year and a half he snuck into our house and pulled his pants down, he just waited. It was all about sex. Then one time I was on my knees, between his legs in my mother's ugly gold patterned dress, with her scent all around us. I was licking the side of his cock, I was rubbing his naked thighs. Soon I had him completely inside of me, he was inching down my throat, I was trying to breathe through my nose, I wanted him to ask me to be his girlfriend instead of just his plaything. I couldn't wait to take off this hideous dress.

I heard the front door, I still had a dick in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing!" My mother walked in, she walked in with one of the uncles. "Why are you wearing my dress?" She screamed and the neighbor pulled up his shorts and ran out, but not before she hit him in the head, threw the crap at him that was on the messy table. He was laughing, I could hear him as he made the trek upstairs. He didn't realize that was the last time he would be inside my lips.

My mother grabbed the phone, she called Miranda, she told her everything. She wouldn't let me get changed, she held onto my arm. They were on the phone for so long. She made it sound like I was a problem, a pervert, there was something wrong with me. Miranda came over and screamed even louder through my door as I changed into sweatpants after I took off all of my makeup. She threatened me, she hit me, after she left she told all of our friends, my friends. The next day Uncle Creme and his assistant showed me the house I was going to buy. I had to sign so many papers.

I only saw my mother once more after that. The time she sent Miranda to me, and that was it. Then Miranda died and Uncle Creme sent me to another house, I was now at my safe spot. I was at Kane's Rock reading another Andrea Kane romance, guessing that it wasn't that romantic. I texted Aunt Joan, I told her I was getting comfortable, I told her I was about to start.

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Two Sides of the Coin
By Andrea Kane

May in Los Angeles was beautiful. Slight wind from the ocean, a slight breeze from the west, and today surprisingly a slight sprinkle on the windows. The room was dark, classical music was playing, neoromanticism. Three women and a man were waiting, things were about to begin.

"Can I have some vodka?"

"Very funny dear now lay back, I'll go warn the doctor." The nurse checked her blood pressure and her vitals.

"Is she ready?"

The nurse looked up, "Soon. Let's wait 'til they are closer together. I'll be right back."

"Wait take me to the bathroom, I gotta puke."

"Puke?"

"No pee." The short dark woman got up from the bed, she waddled as she pulled the metal contraption, she was hooked up to an IV. She closed the curtain, she closed the bathroom door. She heard the others talking.

"I am so nervous but excited."

"Me too."

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"Ugh, thanks for picking me up, do you make a habit of picking up fat barefoot women?" The back of the cab was nice and clean, even the windows, the cab driver never turned around.

"Where to?"

"Take me to a hospital."

He turned around, "There is one right here." He pointed to the left, his left.

She closed her eyes. "I know there is one here, another one. Shit... and hurry."

The cab driver drove, and they waited at the light near Hollywood and Vine. "What the fuck are you waiting for, drive." He pointed to the red light, then the woman started making noise, she was breathing heavily, then she started to scream. He drove faster, he passed a couple of late model cars, the woman screamed again and he pulled over.

"Miss? I think you just had a baby."

"Ya think?" The woman was out of breath and full of blood, the clean cab was now a mess and there was a baby on her lap, screaming on the gown. "After all that I need a drink."

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"What the hell?" I was off the rock, I was standing, my heels were sinking into the soft dirt, "It was made up? She stole it from a book?" I looked at the first bunch of pages, the book was published less than two years ago. "What the hell?"

Ding.

I checked my phone, I was confused. Aunt Joan sent two pictures, one with her under a street sign, the other was all of them under the same street sign, Sunset, and Vine. My street sign. I leaned back on the rock. I was quiet, I was shaking my head, I tightened the belt from the coat tighter around my waist. I whispered, "What the hell."

*

"Hi, Aunt Joanie, I started reading the book, I'm a little confused."

I heard her, I couldn't make out what she was saying, I could tell she was crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked, I talked to Terri, I talked to Mike and the kids. Everyone was having a great time at Disneyland, LA in general. No one let me speak.

"Where is the house in Burbank?" Mike was asking, they would visit, take pictures, see where I grew up. "Where did you work? Where was that crazy sign storefront you used to live in?"

I told them. I even told them where my mother lived. I felt like they had to do something for me because I funded their trip, but they didn't. The thing they did for me was actually to go, to let me be a part of their vacation, their family. I didn't care about money, I only cared about them... and they wouldn't be home for another couple of days. I begged them to let me pick them up at the airport, I begged them to cancel the car service. I didn't tell them I spent all my time on Kane's rock or by the gates of the school. I told all of Terrance and Michelle's friends they would be back soon, they would be back in Martinsville. With me.

*

I was getting dressed for the airport. I was going to wear the dress I wore when I flew in from LA. It felt so long ago now, almost a lifetime. When I landed in New Jersey all I had was one small carry-on and my nude pocketbook, it matched my four-inch nude heels. I thought I was ready to take on the world. It turns out I wasn't even ready to take on Martinsville.

I went to a salon in Somerville, my first time, afterward I visited Milly.

"Hi, wow you look fantastic, I love the new hair."

I had my hair cut, for the first time ever at a salon. The stylist parted it on the side, it went a little over my left eye, she even darkened it up a bit with some red streaks through it. I liked it, it was very feminine, it was more LA than Martinsville.

I smiled at Milly, I showed her my nails. "I had my toes done too," I slipped off my too-tall black heels, showed her my red toenails almost peeking through the black nylon. She smiled. She took my hand and brought me to a far-off table.

"I haven't seen you in so long. Wine?"

"No thank you I am going to Newark to pick up the Morrison's. Do you want to come?"

She smiled, "I wish, I have three more hours. Is Owen going with you?"

"Um, no. I haven't seen him in over three weeks."

"Really?" She looked at me slightly strangely. "Why? What happened?"

I just shrugged, I thought she would know. I didn't want to talk about him, I wanted to talk about a different man I might meet, different men that would be nicer to me, understand me better. I had to go, I took cookies and fruit boxes for the kids, water bottles for the adults, I hugged her goodbye. She watched as I walked to my car, she waved, she watched as I drove away. I'm going to guess she is still outside the restaurant door, still pondering, she made me a little nervous. She had a strange look on her face.

*

I was done with the Kane book. I had a million questions. Part of me just wanted one answer. I called uncle Creme the day before, but he was really quiet, barely talked at all, said he was busy. Said he had clients coming in.

I showed up at the airport nice and early. I took the people mover, I wanted to show off my legs in the almost black pantyhose. I took the shuttle, I wanted to meet a tourist, I wanted to see a stewardess. I went and had a virgin 'cuba libra' at one of the bars surrounding the terminals. I wanted to meet a pilot, I wanted to become someone's mistress, I wanted to show the world I would be good at it.

"Well, thank you for entering my life today." I looked up. It was an older man in a dark grey suit, he seemed quite happy to see me. "What do you recommend?"

"Um, I don't know. I bet they make a great mojito."

"Okay then," He motioned to the bartender "Two mojitos please." He started opening and emptying the contents of his briefcase. There were papers all over the bar, the bartender had to make room for the drinks.

"Thank you," I smiled at him. He was nice to me for the last half hour, he was my only company. Now I had a crazy man in a suit to keep me occupied, I still had almost a half hour before the flight from LA.

He finally sat, he handed me a pen. "I work for Creme, you don't remember me?"

"Um, no. Should I?"

"Hmm." He moved back, he looked at my hair, my eyes, he felt the material of my dress. "Last time I saw you, let me think, it was after you turned eighteen, you weren't as pretty as you are now." He smiled, he pointed to the papers. He pointed to all the Xs. "My name is Marcos, I take care of all of your investments, all of your money, I'm the one that picked out that lovely house in Burbank. Didn't you just love that yard, the garage?"

"Mmm."

"I knew you would. Don't you remember I had you sign things in LA, remember your mother was yelling at us to hurry? I think she had someone coming over. She was quite angry and she wanted all of us out. Heh, she definitely didn't know what we were up to."

I looked at him again, he did look familiar. I needed to ask him something "Would you, um, know who my father is?"

"I would."

"Is it you? Is it Uncle Creme?"

There was an announcement. 'Flight 312 from LA Gate 16 now Landing.'

"C'mon quick, that's for us, well you. Here, here and here."

And I initialed, I took a quick sip of the mojito, I left a tip, and grabbed my bag. Marcos threw everything into his briefcase and he followed me out. We headed to gate 16. I would try to ask questions later.

*

There was already a crowd outside of the gate, even though it was at least twenty minutes early. I waited on the side, I knew the kids would spot me in my red dress right away. Marcos stood behind me, he was still fiddling with his papers. He handed me a thick envelope and told me to put it in my bag. When the gates opened I got so nervous, what happens if the two children forgot what I looked like, who I was? What happens if someone else decided to pick them up, what happens if I am at the wrong airport? My anxiousness was back with a fever. I held onto a truncheon which gave me no support and I waited, I screamed.

"Over here, baby!"

Terrance, of course, saw me first, he waved, he let go of his father's hand, and started tunneling through the crowd, I waited again, I screamed once he ran up to me. He grabbed my legs.

I bent down, I picked him up. "Oh my god, I missed you." Tears blurred my vision, felt them descend on my cheeks.

"Aunt Sabrina we saw your house, all of them. Everybody told us to say hi."

"They did?"

"Mmm-mmm."

Soon everyone else was next to me, I had more kisses than I have had since, well since forever. The seven of us moved to the side. Aunt Joan gave me a hug, then she even hugged Marcos. We headed to the luggage carousel. There was a crowd already, it was pretty busy, everyone had a tan, and everyone looked happy to be back in New Jersey.

"Sabrina!" I turned and saw Milly, she was next to Owen.

They walked over, they greeted the Morrisons, they were happy to see Aunt Joanie again. I was confused, I was a little embarrassed. I was thinking the Morrisons were mine, they were my friends, but they weren't, they were everyones. I had to share them with Milly, I even had to share them with Owen.

"Hi, Sabrina," Owen whispered to me as I once again held Terrance, I gave him a smile with my mouth only, I concentrated on his shirt instead of his eyes. Once we got the luggage we headed outside. I put down Terrance and went to get the Jeep.

"Sabrina, wait." Milly was next to me, she was holding my arm. "I was thinking I would drive the Morrison's home and you could have a conversation with Owen." We walked to the garage. We picked up the Jeep, I didn't understand why I needed to talk to Owen, I was disappointed with him and I told her. I told her what happened, I told her I wanted to take the Morrisons home, I missed them too much, my heart was hurting for the first time in so long when they went away.

*

We had a convoy heading toward Martinsville. My Jeep with me in the front with aunt Joanie next to me. She was flipping through the 'Two Sides of the Coin' book. She had a huge smile on her face, she was singing along to the music on the stereo and reading some of the lines from the book. Behind me was a mother and daughter and behind them was a father and son. Everyone had a drink and was eating cookies. In the tan car behind me were Owen and Milly, Marco's loud sports car took up the rear.

The first stop was the Morrison's home, I helped with the kids as Owen, Marcos, and Mike brought in the luggage and bags. I avoided Owen, I knew he wanted to talk, but the two of them couldn't have picked a worse time. For the last three weeks, I was alone and bored. Any other day would have been better, but now that I think of it I wouldn't of let it happen. Now I'm distracted, maybe Milly was right in waiting.

The kids were showing me what they got at Disneyland, I was having fun, I was going to miss them all over again, tonight, when I was alone.

Marcos walked back into the house with a shopping bag, I thought we were getting ready to leave. "Before I head back to California, maybe we can have a quick glass of champagne. It will be nicer with everyone around." I didn't know what he meant, I didn't really understand why he was even here, in Martinsville. He pulled out two bottles and placed them on the coffee table.

Terri and Aunt Joanie found some cups and Marcos filled them all up. I gave the kids apple juice, I wanted them involved.

"I love a good celebration," Aunt Joanie said, a twinkle in her eye.

"Okay. Sabrina where is that envelope I gave you?"

I took it out of my pocketbook and handed it to him, I forgot about it, the envelope was very full. "Here."

He took it and smiled at me. He ripped open the envelope, "I'm so glad you waited, even more glad I got to be the one to rip it open, considering I licked the glue and closed it, ha."

He then pulled out some cards, some folded papers, he handed the cards to me. It was a New Jersey driver's license, there was Blue Cross, library, and credit cards all with my name on them, all with the one I gave to myself when I was nine, not the one my mother forced upon me. I started to cry, I never even thought about this, never even imagined or researched what had to be done. I was bad at things like this, I was a writer, I had imagination, I didn't have the skills for the real world. I was so happy I had uncle Creme and Marcos to help me navigate it. I passed around my new ID, and only the driver's license had to be updated, it still had my androgynous picture when I was seventeen on it.

"Okay and now the most important thing, I have been working on this for over seven years. Slyvia made this very difficult for some unknown reason." It was weird hearing someone use my mother's name. I haven't heard it in years, my mother hated it and no one ever called her by it. She said it made her sound too Jewish, made it sound like someone who wasn't from LA. I never knew what she was talking about. "Well, Sylvia kept her name hidden, she didn't want a certain family to find her only daughter." He then smiled at me. "And then a little visit to LA and, well let me show you."

Everyone was watching, waiting for a reveal, but I didn't know what was going on.

Aunt Joanie found one of the papers, she walked over to me. "Sabrina, I hope you aren't angry about this. I just wish James was still alive, this was his dream to have you here with us, all of us, get you away from Slyvia, get you into a loving family."

I looked at her, everything seemed so secret, at least to me. I could tell Terri and Mike knew exactly what was going on. I looked at the sheet of paper she handed me. I couldn't even focus. "I don't understand, what's happening."

"Well," Aunt Joanie took a deep breath. "You read the book I gave you."

"Mmm,"

"Well, that was about us. I had Couvade syndrome for months, ha. Sometimes it comes back. We were the ones waiting for you to be born in the hospital room when your mother decided to leave, she didn't want us to be involved in your life." She started looking sad. "Your father and I were so upset, we couldn't really do anything, then we started to understand. But, then you left her house." Her tears fell, I started to shake, I had to sit down.

I have never heard someone reference 'My Father' ever.

Terri came over to me, put her hand on my shoulder, "We got Sylvia to sign the papers, took three visits. A man that was with her convinced her, but in the end, I think she just wanted to get rid of us. She waved us away and then told us to say hello when we saw you." She smiled, then she and Mike hugged me.

"Welcome to the family."

*

We said goodnight, I had to let the Morrisons get their sleep, the children were already in bed. I said goodnight to Joan, well mom, and thanked her for the house. She was going to stay a couple of days over the weekend with me in Terri's room before she went back to Delaware. I said goodbye to Marcos. Turns out he recently started working for the Morrison's, now he takes care of all of our finances. It was his idea for me to move into the house.

I didn't look at Owen, though I knew he had his eyes on me the entire night. I couldn't understand why he needed to talk to me. Did he want forgiveness? Did he want to introduce me to Faye, have me come over for the Christmas Holidays?

"Oh, Sabrina? Can you give me a ride home?" Milly was next to me, she pulled me away, we left Owen by himself in front of his empty tan car.

Once away from everyone, I breathed a sigh of relief. "That... was crazy?"

"Yeah, but a good crazy."

"Mmm, as crazy goes it was quite good." We laughed, I needed it. It was a stressful month, it was a lonely three weeks, I was glad everyone was back in position, back in their spots, and easy to find.

"Sabrina, you know that Faye is married don't you?"

"What, really? Then why is she bothering Owen?"

"Well, she thinks she is his life coach, and a bad one at that, I don't think she can let go. Hopefully, now she will leave him alone."

"He told me he didn't see her anymore."

"Well, he was lying. Once they broke up I thought it was finally over too, but now she shows up every once in a while and screws up his life." She shook her head, she closed her eyes and laid back on the headrest. "You know, this last time it wasn't about her, it was about him. He told her about you, I'm sure he was excited and completely happy about it too."

"She was so nasty to me when I showed up at his house. I could tell she didn't like me."

"Well you were messing up her good thing, she had Owen as her backup. One little misunderstanding with her husband and she'd be back giving Owen bad advice. Who knows what type of shit she was feeding him about you. You know sometimes an ex can suck."

I giggled as I looked at her, I had to pull over. I didn't feel bad anymore. "She told me that Owen wouldn't make love to me because he was nervous about being surprised. She called it screwing."

"I wouldn't worry about her, I set him straight. I set her straight too. I called her today and said don't fuck with my friends anymore. I told her not to come to Martinsville ever again, ha."

"Ha, when did you become so tough? You can become my new enforcer. You and Tony."

"Tony from the park and ride?"

"Is there any other?"

***

It was freezing here on the rock. I had my mouth open I was catching the light sprinkle of snow falling over me, falling on my new coat.

I was on page 107, Chapter 4 of the Kane book, the one about Joan and James, the one slightly about me. This was my favorite section. The Morrison's were buying a present for an eighteen-year-old, boy or girl, it didn't matter to them. James picked out an LA Rams jersey, not a knockoff, a real official one. It was heavy it would be perfect for New Jersey weather, it would be way too hot for LA in May.

"I am going to get this for her." Joan was holding a soft white dress. It had a couple of red roses with green leaves, it was beautiful.

"Maybe it's not a her." James smiled, he loved his wife, he knew she always thought of the now unknown adult in LA as a female.

"Mmm, we'll see. I am going to bet that this dress somehow changes her life." She looked at the fabric, she checked the size, she put it to her cheek, and closed her eyes. "Maybe one day we will take her to dinner while she is wearing this. I bet she has a pair of red heels she could borrow."

"Borrow?"

"Mmm, us girls never have red heels, only blacks, tans, and whites, red is something special. I didn't own a pair of red heels until way after we were married."

I closed the book, I smiled, it was so perceptive. I was now wearing red heels. They were four-inch pumps, I bought them after I read Chapter 4. They looked so nice, they matched the roses, they made my legs and calves look even nicer. My nude stockings were twinkling in the slight light of the December morning. My white dress with flowers was hidden under my coat. I was buttoned, I had a belt tight around my waist, I had my hood up. My long red nails were hidden by red gloves now holding my favorite book. It wasn't even a romance.

"Hi!"

My concentration was now shattered. "Um, hi."

"Didn't expect to find someone on 'Kane's Rock.'" He walked closer, I watched him. "I mean all those months ago." He told me he saw me three times before he had the nerve to mow closer. He told me he watched me from the safety of the trees, hidden by the firs. He told me he rubbed his eyes, he thought I was a mirage.

I wasn't.

He told me he came up with a plan, a plan to drive me home on his mower. He has a little model of one on his shelf at home. He has it with all his fiction books, now he separates them, just like me. Why would we want lies and truth to mingle?

"I am surprised you are here so early," I told him, I closed my book. He took it from me. He helped me off the rock. I slid very ungracefully from it. I landed safely on my heels, I ended up safely in his arms.

"I couldn't wait."

We kissed, it was nice, I was glad he apologized. I was very glad I accepted. I made him come over to my house for dinner, I invited the Morrisons and Milly. It was one weekend that Joan, well, mom was visiting. I had help with all of my Christmas decorations, the kids were helping with the ornaments on my tree. He was surprised I invited him to a full house. He wanted to talk alone, but I wanted him to talk in front of everyone. I had little Terrance on my lap, he was eating a snowman lollypop. He smelled sticky. He watched Owen suspiciously.

"Go 'head. It better be good too." And it was. Terri even took notes.

***

"I don't want you to be surprised, okay?"

"Sabrina, you can stop teasing me."

"I will never stop teasing you."

Three times he met me on the rock after he apologized. The first time we talked about the weather, we shared lukewarm coffee, we talked about the Morrisons. The second time we talked about ourselves, our dreams, our fantasies. Mine was easy. I wanted to sit on my front steps looking at the quiet road. I wanted a man next to me to keep me warm, maybe we would have drinks, talk, maybe we would cuddle, maybe I would let the man make love to me later. Maybe.

We were on the front steps.

"Today is the third time we are together, well again." Owen was next to me, it was still lightly snowing. He had one arm around me and his hand in my lap. Do you remember you told me your fantasy?"

"I do, you are the only one that knows I am boring."

"Ha, so says you. Well, I think today is the day that we make love, I want to stay here all night, I want to fulfill your boring fantasy. Ha, actually I would like to stay here all weekend if you would let me. I coincidently have a change of clothes in my trunk."

"Mmm, maybe then. Would you let me be YOUR fantasy?"

He didn't answer but we kissed on the steps. The fur around my hood was wet like my panties, but my body was warm. We went inside, I wanted to take a shower together, I wanted him to see my body, no surprises. I liked to keep some things covered up and other things I liked to show off. I cried when we were outside the shower, I had on a robe. My body had become softer in some places due to the hormones and some of my body had become harder due to exercise and yoga. I suddenly didn't want to do this, I shook my head, I cried louder.

"Please?" He then slowly slipped off my robe, it fell and we kissed again, our naked bodies rubbing together. He led me into the shower and we washed each other. It was nice. We kissed, we hugged, I kept myself well tucked and he smiled at me. I even licked his manhood while the water fell on us.

"We should do this one time in the rain," I told him, I wanted to be out in my town. Our town.

He let me wash further as he went into my bedroom surrounded by my books, he was going to find something to read. He was going to read out loud, I would get to hear his voice.

I was brushing my hair, strawberry blonde, it looked lovely, I was quite proud of it. My mother hated my long hair, she was constantly pulling it and threatening to cut it while I slept. The boy from upstairs was just ambivalent about it, he wanted something nylon and fake. Miranda didn't like the color, she said guys don't have hair that color. I told her when I was a child in school, teachers always said they wished they had my color, all the female teachers would run their fingers through it. All the kids would make fun of me because I had the teacher's attention. After school, I would get punched, have my books thrown in the street, and sometimes be knocked down in the schoolyard. I didn't understand if all that was about me or my hair.

I was thinking if anyone hurt Terrance and Michelle I would call Milly and have her take them to the Devil's Tree. All the bullies tied tightly to it. We would never let them leave, I would watch from the road. I wish I had an enforcer when I was a kid.

I interrupted Owen's reading. "Owen do you like my hair?"

"I do, I love the color!" He went back to his narrating.

I smiled, I playfully shook my hair as I gazed into the mirror. I decided it WAS about my hair, it always was. Fuck all of them, my hair is beautiful, it's nice and long, thick and full and now I knew Owen loved it.

When I told my mother about my books, or my bruise, or even my pulled hair she would shrug and chase me out of the kitchen, the living room, the house. She didn't need me as a distraction. Some part of her realized it was a mistake to keep me for herself, then it was too late, now it didn't matter. Marcos told me that Uncle Creme wanted me to meet the Morrisons when I was younger but 'Sylvia' wouldn't let it happen, she was being stubborn, she was trying to be cruel. She would give them no information at all. She made Creme and Marcos sign an aggeement, and they kept quiet until they didn't have to anymore.

I finished my makeup, I had nice dark eyes, long lashes, plump red lips, they were tingling. I knew I was taking too long but I could tell Owen didn't mind, he was still reading, he was still commenting.

"I can't believe that happened in the nineties, can you?"

"No. I can't." I'd say, I would answer, I wanted him to know I would always be listening. He would always be a distraction, a good distraction.

When I finally made it into the room I showed him my white dress with roses, I showed him my nude stockings, my new red heels. I held up the hem, I spun, he saw my panties. I walked closer, I moved my hair, I showed him my big gold hoops, I let him smell my perfume, I let him touch my strawberry blonde hair. I pursed my lips, he kissed me.

"You know someone once said that this dress will change my life."

"Hmm, did it?"

"I think so."

He put down the book, he pat the bed. "Right here." And I slipped into him, my back against his belly, his arm around my waist.

"Can you read Chapter 4?"

"Okay." And he did. He played with my bra strap hidden by the famous flowered dress, the same one that was in the story. I laid down against him as he rubbed my legs, my breasts, my flat panties. He was in a Donald Duck bathrobe, the Morrisons brought it back from Disney, I now had my hands underneath it, I was rubbing his cock as he was reading me the words, I was totally ready to lose my virginity. I was ready to change my life in this white flowered dress yet again. Then I decided to take it off. I was wearing my stockings, bra, and panties. My red heels tucked under me. We were kissing I had my hand on his cock, I was making him hard.

"I am still sorry about Faye, I should have told you."

I was close to him, our cheeks were touching, "No, you can tell me what you want. I'm okay with it."

He smiled and we kissed again. I slid down and took his manhood into my mouth. Right away I took him down my throat, I pushed against his pubic hair, I then let him slip out. I kissed the tip as he watched, I sucked his balls, I kissed his thighs. Once we were kissing again he put his fingers in my panties. This is what I wanted, I wanted a boyfriend, to touch me, to enjoy me, I wanted him to appreciate how long it took me to become beautiful.

"Owen?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you think I'm beautiful? You can lie if you want."

"Ha," He shook his head, he started putting his fingers inside of me. "Okay, I will lie." And I waited, I wanted an answer. His fingers went deeper, his smile got bigger, I forgot what I was waiting for. I laid down on his bed and he pulled off my panties, he put lotion inside of me, he let me lick his dick a little to get it wet, then I put lotion on his cock.

I was on my back and he lifted my legs. I covered my little 'clit.' I was way too embarrassed to show it to him again. His hands were on my thighs as he put the head of his cock to my 'pussy.' I felt him push in slow. He put in a couple of inches and then waited, I got used to his girth, then a couple more inches.

"Ahh," I yelled as he smiled at me.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine, keep going." And he did. He slid it as I tried to relax. I know I wanted to see his face as he plowed into my bottom, but now I was rethinking that idea, I didn't want him to see my grimace. "Can we change positions?"

I moved, I lay on my side and Owen stood next to the bed. He took my light body and pulled it toward him. He put on more lotion and lined up his cock with my 'pussy' again, he slipped right in, I yelped. Soon we were fucking, we were making love, I was getting over-excited. I started to push back as the pain dissipated, as his cock pushed more inside of me. Soon his body was completely against my bottom, I pushed back harder, and I shook my ass.

"Baby, you feel so good." He breathed and fucked me some more, the bed was making noise, the slapping of our bodies was getting louder. He pulled out again and made me get on my back. He crawled up onto the bed and back into my hole, his manhood harder than ever. He bent my body as his lips got closer to mine. We started to kiss as we made love. I feel the sensations building up, I couldn't stop squeaking, moaning, I grabbed around his neck and we kissed harder, more random as we fucked.

"Ahh, I screamed as his sperm shot inside me, he moaned loudly with every thrust, I held onto his shoulders as our faces pulled apart. We watched each other as we had our individual orgasms, together. I was constantly moving, I was loving this, I was loving having a man in my bed. Finally, Owen slowly pulled out. I sighed as his wet cock leaned on my nylon thigh, as he laid next to me as he kissed my neck and lips, and played with my silicone breasts.

"That was fantastic, I can't wait to try this again." He lightly kissed my face.

"I love that you came inside of me, that was my favorite part." I felt his cum move, start to slip out onto my sheets. I moved on top of him, I kissed his hairy chest, I rubbed our bodies together. Surprisingly we fell asleep and had another morning of wonderful sex when we awoke. We never got to finish Chapter 4.

***

'You better watch out, you better not cry
you better not pout I'm tellin' you why...'

We were all at my kitchen table, even the kids, we were playing games, we were eating cotton candy, the adults were drinking holiday beer out of Christmas mugs. The music was loud, we were playing my father's favorites, we were playing his holiday CDs. I was on Owen's lap, he was playing with my hair, it was nice, I was having fun. I was so glad I ran out of chairs.

Ding.

I took him with me to answer the door. I wanted him to be the first to hear about what was going to happen here in Martinsville. I wanted him to finally meet our guest. We have been talking about them since we first met.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes wide. I could tell Owen thought I was nervous, and I was, but not for the reasons he assumed. I still felt uncomfortable meeting people.

I grabbed the knob, I opened the door. "Hi come in, I hope you had a lovely Christmas."

She smiled, she giggled, "I did, thank you so much for inviting me." She walked in and I took her coat, I introduced her to Owen. I have met her once before, just last week.

"Are you ready to see everyone else again?"

She giggled again, she held her laptop, "I am. It has been a couple of years."

We walked into the kitchen, Terrance of course was the first one to notice us, I was wearing a different red dress, nice and Christmassy.

"Excuse me everyone Mrs. Kane is here," I called, everyone stopped eating, playing, or talking.

She laughed, she held my arm, "Oh, no, you all have to call me Andrea."

"Please sit, Andrea," Terri said and we made room, and she sat, we gave her beer in a Christmas mug as she took out her laptop, as she started her new book.

"I love that this story starts right here, right here in Martinsville. Right here on MY Rock."

We laughed, they all seem to agree, but I was thinking... I didn't want to say anything... but I considered Kane's rock mine. I know they would all agree with me too.

'Santa Claus is coming to town...'

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The End (Thank you for making to the end...)

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