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Author's Note: Hi... Brina here, bringing you part two of my love letter to 'Top Gear,' hot rods, Hot Wheels, and tractor trailers, ha, no just lying. I was never a car person, well I was a van person once, but I don't want to talk about that, ha... Surprisingly this chapter has quite a bit of (early) sex in it, so cover your eyes if you are not ready for it... thank you and I hope YOU like it...

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Three days later I parked my blue Toyota in a spot next to a side door. I was going to see Max, the new apartment. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, I felt underdressed, I felt silly being a male sometimes, especially now after he saw me dressed up and looking so buxom.

"And this will be all yours." Max was giving me the tour. He handed me a key. It was a large sprawling house in Malibu, right near the dunes, the ocean. It was two floors, most of the second floor was just elevated above the sand, my new space would be mostly on the second, with a washer and dryer and storage on the first floor with a garage. It had a large living room, large kitchen, and two bedrooms, it was plenty of living space. More than enough for us, or just me.

"And this can be, um, Sabrina's room." I knew he was uncomfortable with my two genders, I could tell Max wanted me to be just a 'female' in the house and so did Lula and Beth. Lula was a little angry at me when I said I would have to ease into it. She figured it was a new part of LA, a new space and I should be ready for a new life, especially if she wasn't going to be around. She told me I could take pictures all day, online shop, prance in my heels and play with myself. I couldn't tell if she was being mean or if she really knew what I did with my time.

"Sorry, my sister decorated." He pointed to the curtains and the rug, everything was a nice red wine color.

"No, I love it."

The bedroom itself was quite large and feminine already. I thought his sister had great taste, she was good with color. It was definitely a woman's room. It had a nice queen size bed and two huge windows looking toward the yard, the bushes, the fence. It even had a sliding glass door leading to a little garden, by a flight of wooden stairs. The closet was three times the size of my old one, I would have fun setting it up, and also Beth's in her own bedroom. I would make myself busy, I would hopefully love getting dressed up here by myself and looking through the two big mirrors. Wandering around the house cleaning, cooking, making cocktails, and feeling beautiful.

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Two weeks later I was completely moved in. Lula and I said goodbye to the house, we then said goodbye to her and Beth. Max and I took them to the airport, we would be without the two women for the next four months at least, a lifetime. We were going to miss them.

"Make sure you explore your female side while living at the Baur house. You may never get another chance." Lula laughed and I reluctantly agreed. I could tell she was teasing me, she knew I would love it, but there was no way I would commit to it twenty-four-seven.

All of her things I packed up and they were sitting in Max's garage and some of her clothes were in the other empty bedroom. I had the sister's old room almost completely set up, there were only my female clothes, my makeup, and my vanity. My male things were under the bed in a cardboard box. It would take me a while to get comfortable, even getting comfortable living with a man, but I had to do it. The first thing I did was call up Megan, I wanted her to paint my toenails, and get me ready for the new house. Maybe give me some ideas for my hair, a fall, or more extensions. I wanted to have drinks.

"Oh, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm a little busy."

"Okay, call me when you are unbusy." I giggled. I said goodbye.

I would have to do this on my own, I had to start becoming the genuine me sooner or later. Unfortunately, it would be a little bit later.

*

After two more weeks, I started to get into a wonderful groove. I was loving living in this house. I loved the neighborhood, the smell of the ocean, the waves from the people, and the surf.

I was working from home a couple of days during the week and I would wear one of my dresses, my makeup, and my highest heels, it was wonderful. I had extra money from the sale of the house so I ordered so many things online, so many pairs of hose, different lipstick colors, and mascara brands, I was getting obsessed, but in a good way. I was dressing so much. I was sleeping every night in a nightgown and waking up female, it was amazing, a dream come true.

There was so much space outside to walk around out in the yard. The first time I had on the loveliest yellow dress, I strut around the garden, feeling the wind surround me, I wasn't used to being outside.

I loved taking pictures and videos in my new outfits. I would set up my camera and pose, it was private, there was no one behind us or to the left near my room. I loved looking this great in my short skirts, corsets, and high heels, dressing was now doing something crazy to my sex drive. I must have had three to four orgasms a day, must be a record, ha, I had never been so excited before.

In the last house, I had to stay inside my room, I would lock the door, close the curtains. Here I had the run of the place and the yard, sometimes I even took pictures on the stairs in the front, smiling at the people walking their dogs and baby carriages. I was getting used to strutting all over the property and soon all over the quiet block. I would always catch Max taking glimpses of me when he was home from work, a huge smile on his face. He would always wave, I knew he liked to watch me.

"Sabrina you look great."

He was constantly giving me compliments.

"Your legs look amazing."

He was even buying me flowers. Soon I was getting deliveries two times a week, he wanted me to feel more feminine in the house, he wanted my dresses to match them. I would answer the door in some of my sexier outfits. When I told him he would laugh. "You are going to give those poor delivery men a heart attack, ha." It was sweet, I could tell he was missing Beth and I seemed to be taking his mind off of her.

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We always made a group call to talk to the women, it was nice, the four of us, every week. It was great that Lula and Beth were together, enjoying Argentina. Lula told us about her family, and Beth told us about how sick she was from the food, and the heat. I noticed they very rarely talked to me, I was dressed as a male, but I didn't care, I let Max handle all the details and questions. They gave us some insight into their work in Argentina, and I just listened, it was fine.

In the beginning, I sent Lula pictures, I texted her, she said she was quite busy so I always kept it brief. I knew Max called and heard from Beth more, he must have felt something was missing besides her body. I wondered if he would like it if I was wearing a dress and greeted him at the door when he came home from work. Handing him drinks and taking off his sports coat. I know I would.

And then I decided I would do just that. If he didn't like it I hoped he would tell me, and I would go back to my room with the two huge mirrors. I could stay on my side of the house.

A month into my stay and I was now ready to be only female in the house. I took seven weeks off from work and I took my male clothes to the garage, even putting them under Lula's boxes. I didn't want them to be easily accessible.

It just sort of happened, I woke up one morning and I just got dressed, called Megan, and got on with life. I wanted her to give me a makeover, and go crazy, but she couldn't, she talked me through it over the phone.

Now Max only saw me as a female and I could tell he liked it so much better, I was suddenly the source of feminine energy in the house, I was assimilating quite nicely. I even felt like I was taking Beth's place, I could tell he wanted to spend time with me, but I didn't want him or the women, to think I was leading him on, or flirting. The crazy thing was I wasn't used to all this male attention. It made me way too confident and excited, and that worried me a bit. I didn't want Lula to think I was doing it on purpose.

And then things changed, he called. "Hi Sabrina, I was wondering do you like the flowers?"

"Oh, I do thank you so much. I think it's nice, and they make the house smell so good."

"Great, um, I'm making drinks, grapefruit margarita's would you, um, like one?"

It was the first time he invited me to do something with him. I was going through my usual routine, I was online, I was on YouTube, a couple of porn sites, I was dressed sexy as hell. I loved that I could dress and watch other CDs and couples during the day, I didn't have to wait until Lula was sleeping, or in bed ignoring me, I could basically do whatever I wanted. I could play in my panties whenever the mood hit, the mood was hitting me hard right now.

"Oh, yes, I would love that." He was making me happy, on a Thursday night, with some light conversation, wearing a dress, and flirting. I would then be having a strong drink, and then watch some soft porn, what more could a girl want. I was watching one of my favorites, a beautiful CD, with great legs, great forms, she was always stunning, I was quite proud and jealous of her.

Knock, knock. He was quick, I paused the YouTube video and went to the door. I was dressed very sexy for a weeknight, I decided I wouldn't even be embarrassed showing Max. I was just a woman in her room trying on her outfits, just a regular night of coordination. I closed my eyes and forgot I was even crossdressing.

The door opened, "Here you go, um, wow, you look incredible." His gaze went from my eyes, then way down to my six-inch white pumps, up my nude nylon legs and then he took in my dress. Soft and white, off the shoulder and full of layers. My breasts looked great and my hips looked wide, I was inspired by the girls I was watching online. My hair was parted on the side showing off long oval earrings, and my make-up was perfect. Long false lashes, perfect dark pink lips, matching long nails.

"Thank you, sir," I smiled, I fluttered my lashes, I took the drink. He watched my femme fingers hold the stem. I felt my voice and movements were overly feminine again, good thing Lula wasn't here judging me, making me feel self-conscious.

"Can I come in and see how you fixed up your room?"

I smiled, "Sure," My eyes got wide, I was waiting for this moment, I was waiting to show off my decorating skills. We took sips of our pink drinks and I giggled as I showed him around.

Max very rarely came into my space, he left me alone most of the time. Sometimes he would call from the stairs, the phone, or from the intercoms, but otherwise, he respected my privacy. Sometimes he went away overnight for work, but he still called me, told me he wasn't coming home, kept me in the loop. I appreciated that he treated me like a friend, like a 'woman,' like a neighbor, and I loved it. He never made mention of the male that used to float around the house, taking out the garbage or driving to work. He used all the correct pronouns.

Looking at the new rose comforter, the new vanity, the new pictures on the walls, and the overhauled closet. He seemed pretty amazed. He ran his fingers over my new furniture, my new shelves, my new silk gown that was hanging on my closet door. He smiled and turned to look at me, slightly embarrassed.

He walked closer to my new makeup table. "I love this vanity, the lights on the mirror, it's very nice, it's very feminine, it looks perfect for you." He then went closer to my desk, my computer, and my stereo system. I always had music on. "You know I heard a voice that sounded so familiar." He looked at the paused video. "Oh, I love her she is so beautiful this one, I have been watching her videos for years."

I looked at him when he turned to me. "Really?"

"Yeah, I love gurls like this, ones in dresses and heels, stockings, you know just being femme, ha, just like you."

I felt myself blush, I took another sip of my drink. I was amazed he watched videos of crossdressers, girls like me. I was interested, I was even liking him more.

"Um, Sabrina, can I tell you something?"

"Okay." I pushed my hair behind my ear as I sat at my desk, my back to the screen and he sat on the bed facing me. I felt a little stirring in my panties, there was a man in my room and on my bed.

I could tell he was thinking, he gulped his drink. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but now that we are housemates, now that we are bonding, ha." He smiled and did a slight chuckle, I was getting nervous but intrigued. "Remember the day Beth and I came to meet you?"

"Mmm."

"...and the women went to your room to check out the closet. Well, they were also looking through your computer."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, we know they are both nosy. I'm sure they started looking at your closet. They must of went through your browser history. Who knows what they were up to. They took pictures, the two of them. When I got back to the house with Beth she told me that you and I had the same tastes in, um, videos. We watched the same people on YouTube, you know online. She thought it was funny that we BOTH like those types of girls. She showed them to me and I had seen them all, I was quite glad about that. We had this in common." He smiled, he shook his head, I could tell he really did like that tidbit of information. I was now quite interested myself that he liked T-girls, crossdressers, who would have thought.

"Well, Lula always makes fun of what I watch, I love makeup tutorials, heels, and pantyhose reviews, ha, she thinks I am so girlie, I'm glad she hasn't seen everything." I smiled and we laughed, we had more of our pink drink.

He looked over my shoulder, "I love this one, Hidy Foxe." And he drew his gaze onto my screen. He sat next to me on the small, flowered bench in front of the computer screen, I spun around, crossed my nylon legs, and moved closer to him. Our legs were touching, him in his shorts and me in my light white summer dress. I could see us in the reflection of my screen, just another man and woman watching something together. It made me smile.

We had two more margaritas and we watched her videos all night. I even showed him others that I liked, and he said he saw all of them already. We did have the same taste. I smiled at him, this was an interesting development. I couldn't believe that this was something that could be shared.

"I better go, I'll let you get to sleep."

"Wait," I held his arm, I felt myself blushing again, I was holding a man. "Before you do, can I show you my favorite clip?" I don't know why I asked this, I don't know why I was going to expose my fantasy and sexuality to him. It was crazy that we loved the same things, I started to feel closer to him, I wanted to call someone and tell them. Tell them I wasn't the only one, I wasn't alone. I wasn't a weird pervert.

I found the video of a tall handsome man and a beautiful crossdresser just relaxing on a couch. I had seen this clip so many times, it was on a porn site but I didn't really consider it porn. It was romantic, it was very sexy, it did something to me. We watched as they touched each other, talked, they started completely dressed and they slowly kissed. The man rubbed her nylon legs as she dangled her heel.

I was mesmerized, like usual, I loved the romance of it, I loved that the man was probably in love with the CD. She was enjoying herself, she was touching his chest with her long nails, talking to him in her feminine lilt, I was getting a little too excited. I was miles away.

"I have seen this before, it's one of my favorites too."

I turned to look at him, I glanced down at his legs, his crotch, he was hard. I quickly looked back up into his eyes, but I knew he caught me. I stammered, "I, I, um, think she is lovely, I love her dress and especially her nails. I bet she loves him."

We went back to the screen. "I love when she sits in his lap, he rubs her legs, we see her panties, ha. I'm sorry I'm getting too much into it." He laughed, I could tell he was enjoying himself.

"No, it's nice. I like we can share things like this. It's fun watching together." And I did feel nice, I felt something inside me, something warm. A month in the house and I could finally relax.

He then looked at my shoulders, then breasts, and he rubbed my arm. The video and Max were making me excited, the alcohol was swirling through my system. I looked back down at his manhood, hard and inching down his thigh, inviting me.

"Max?"

"Mmm."

"Do you rub yourself when you watch these videos?" I was serious, I wanted to know. I was so tucked into my panties and had my legs crossed, I knew if I shifted just a little I would be loose and then easily cum, I could feel it building.

"Um, yeah, heh, I usually do. I would never tell Beth though, she would probably be mad at me."

"Would it be weird if I rubbed you? My fingers look like a girl's." And I showed him.

He smiled, as I wiggled my fingers in front of him. He moved slightly around facing me, I pulled up my dress exposing more of my thighs, I reached and grabbed his hard cock through his pants. I rubbed, I was getting more excited. I couldn't believe I asked him if I could do this, I could not believe I was so wanton. He then unzipped, stood up, and pulled his pants down and his cock appeared over his briefs. I was looking at my first hard male cock in real life. I couldn't stop staring, I watched him sit, I watched my hand go over to him. He was on my right and my left hand started to rub his cock, my right hand was holding on against his hip. He was still watching the video, the man was now fingering the CD, she was moaning, she was loving it. I felt my soft dress on my body, my heels hitting the leg of the bench, I was hyper-aware of everything. Max put his face close to mine, his cheek in my hair. I felt him run his nose through it, taking in my scent, my perfume. His hand went on my leg, he rubbed the nylon, he moved up to my thigh, he was so close to my panties. I wanted him to play with me, and rub my soft mound, I knew I felt like a female. I rubbed his cock harder, he was focused on me not the video and it was turning me on immensely.

"Ah, that feels so good, Sabrina, I miss the feel of a woman." I looked into his eyes when he said that and I started to cum, I made a little yelp, he kissed my lips and I felt my body move. He then kissed my ear, my cheek as I watched him, felt his cock. I was having an unbelievable orgasm, my eyes were half closed. I started to rub him a little faster, my pink nails looked so sexy playing with his dick, his hard hot cock. He started to moan and then he started to cum. I gripped my hand around him, he was so big, he was so freaking hard. I love the way my nails contrasted against his skin. This was a man I was holding, I could never tell Lula about this, I could never explain to her how excited I was getting from touching him. Just touching him.

"Oh my god, Sabrina...." He was saying my name again and it was making me excited. He shot his cum as I pumped his manhood. He came all over the desk, the rug underneath, he shot some on my dress and some on his pant leg. he came so much, my hand was even wet.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked my fingers, licking the hot cum off of myself. I didn't even realize I was doing it, it was so automatic, it's what I always wanted to do. I had seen so many girls do the same thing. I felt him rub my arm, my shoulder, he was running his face in my hair again. He was kissing my cheeks, my ear, my neck, he was hitting every erogenous zone that existed. I then got so tired, something had happened, something had changed inside of me for the better. It was emotional of course, but it was also something physical. I felt a click, I felt I could see the future, reimagine the past.

He whispered in my ear. "Thank you, your hands are magic. You are very good at that."

I had my eyes closed, my head leaning on his shoulder. "That was my first time." We listened to the CD and the man in the video have their delayed orgasms, I let Max run his fingers through my hair. All four of us would sleep peacefully tonight.

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There was music playing.

I had my eyes closed, I was sitting on the bed. If I imagined hard enough I could feel like I was in my old bedroom in the old house closer to downtown LA. It had the same scent of candles, same softness underneath me, the same exact vibe. If I opened my eyes there would be the same colors on the walls, the floor, it wasn't that hard to imagine. I liked what I liked. I stared at the new 'woman' in the mirror, she was nervous again, she was a little concerned, I was making her leave the house, I was making her go shopping.

"Don't worry I will be with you." I smiled at the reflection, the blonde with the great lips looked so nervous.

I was wearing one of my new dresses. Blue, beige, and cyan, it came down past my knees, of course it was full of flowers. I had on beige pantyhose and matching blue sandals, a nice thick strap around my ankle. I had long plastic nails and glossy toes, both in beige. I was ready to see the world. My makeup was light, I had on neutral lips, and they looked so nice. I had long lashes and a little bit of eye color. I looked like one of the housewives in the area. I just needed to get motivated and leave.

Max was right, I should take advantage of this, I should go see Malibu, go shopping. Work surprisingly seemed unconcerned about the transition and Max was supportive, he said he would love to live with a woman again. It's funny but I thought the day after I touched his penis, things would be weird between us, but they weren't. We started talking more, we started eating dinner together, having drinks, even meeting the neighbors. Watching videos and porn has turned into a community affair, I loved it, I always made him cum. He was always surprised I had my own orgasm. He always volunteered to help. He told me he wanted to watch me get dressed or even put on my makeup. Once we got more comfortable together we would make some more plans.

The next time we talked to the two women in Argentina together, I was in a dress but I didn't tell them it was full-time. They couldn't believe they were looking at me with my own long hair, my new clothes, my feminine personality. Beth would make fun of my outfits, my hand gestures, she would say I should check my makeup, the hair on my arms, and lose some weight. I felt like she was a little jealous, watching while I was sitting close to her boyfriend, he was constantly touching my hand, he was being so nice. I didn't want to tell her my makeup was perfect I checked before we got on the call, and my arms have been hairless for over two years, oh and I was at my perfect weight. I wore a dress one size smaller than her, let her be jealous.

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Max appeared, he was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt, I knew he was busy fixing something in his kitchen, I tried not to bother him. I liked that he was a little sweaty. I wanted to touch him, lick him.

"I was wondering do you want my credit card?" And he handed it to me. "I have accounts in most of the stores already, but you can use this if you want to. For food, liquor, whatever you think we need."

I looked at it, Maximilian T. Bauer. Max was German, of course, that explains why he was so interested in my Oktoberfest outfit. He kept asking me if I would put it on again. I told him 'One day.'

"Thank you." I smiled, I couldn't get off the bed.

"Would you like to take the Cascada?" The Cascada was Beth's car, it was chrome and tinted a very light violet, I loved it, I loved to run my fingers over its hood. It was hidden in the garage. I always imagined I would feel a little like her when the wind blew my hair, when I looked in the rearview mirror, when Max called me over the speaker phone.

"Really?"

"Of course. Consider it yours."

"It's so beautiful and I bet it rides incredible." I smiled up at him and he took my hand and kissed it.

"And you will look so good inside it."

*

I was in the car, I had a list in my bag, I was dressed for a day of shopping. Max kissed me on the cheek, I felt like his wife, his girlfriend, I was doing this for him. I was doing what Beth did every week. He opened the garage door, he would be worried about me. He waved as I drove through. I saw him watch the car in my rearview mirror, I love that he was watching out for me. I wasn't used to that at all.

I had three stops; the liquor store, the dry cleaners, and then the Farmers Market. It wasn't my first trip out as a girl, but it was my first trip out by myself. I used to have Megan, but I haven't seen her in so long, she seemed to be avoiding me, I was thinking she probably met someone. I felt I should do this by myself anyway. I was going to have to start work in another month and a half and they expected me to be somewhat feminine. Max was on the call with me to the office and he explained to them that I would be presenting as a female. HR looked at me over the computer camera, asked a couple of questions, then sent me a form to fill out. That was it, it was pretty easy. I never would have done it without him, he didn't even ask me, he knew it was time.

The liquor store went quick. A case of wine, a couple of bottles for mixers, and a couple of liqueurs. One of the men from the shop even helped me bring them to the car.

"Here you go, Miss." I gave him a big tip, a big smile. He called me Miss.

"Thank you, anything else just call and I'll deliver it."

"Okay." He was flirting, I think, I waved goodbye, one place down. The dry cleaner was even easier. I gave them tickets and they gave me Max's clothes, I gave them more. The dark-haired woman behind the counter didn't even look at me.

Once again I was looking at the worried blonde in the mirror. "In and out, that's all, no lingering, I promise."

This was the place I was dreading. I was in the parking lot of the Farmers Market, it was crowded, it was so huge. There were other stores on either side of it. Max told me it was Beth's favorite, her favorite Saturday place, I felt I didn't even have to come here again, it would just be an experiment. I liked smaller places with families behind the counters with people who knew what they cooked and what to serve with it. These huge superstores made me nervous.

I took a cart and walked through the store, concentrating on my list and not the sound of my little heels. Whenever I looked up I felt someone was looking at me, studying. A man here, an older woman there, a couple looking for the best Asian sauces like me.

"I love the colors of your dress." The woman holding Thai peanut sauce told me.

"Thank you, I love yours too."

She smiled, she winked and went to the frozen food aisle. I clicked more in my heels, I said hello to more people, I was starting to get comfortable. I wanted to do this all the time, I wanted to go out more. I wanted to enjoy my day out in a long dress and long nails. Just a regular customer, I wanted to do this for Max, I wanted to be useful.

"Cash or credit?"

I was at the checkout, it was crowded, I waited about twelve, fifteen minutes to make it to the cashier. I had all the items transferred from the cart to the little conveyer belt. I was holding my purse.

"Here you go." I gave her Max's card.

She looked at it, at me. "Can I see some ID?"

"Ooh, I'm sorry I don't have any on me."

She gave me a weird smile, "You don't have a driver's license?" She pressed a button, she didn't wait for an answer. The 'cashier closed' light went on above her, there was a low audible 'Aww' behind me. I was playing with my hair, I started to get nervous.

"Is there a problem?"

I looked up, a large man in a vest was holding Max's card, he was looking at me. He looked annoyed we interrupted his Saturday afternoon.

"This woman here has no ID, she has a credit card with one of our members' names on it." The cashier had her arms folded, she was waiting for a bit of drama.

The man started getting angry at me, he called me names, I was getting embarrassed. I apologized to the people behind me on the line.

"I will go somewhere else then, I'm sorry to bother you." I was trying to be nice, my voice was erratic and shakey. I could tell they knew I was transgender.

"I have to call the cops, take a seat." And he pointed to a chair against the window, I would be on display, on display in front of the whole store. He was being a jerk. Why didn't he ask me about the name on the card? I left. I walked out the door, let the cops chase me, I know how to run in heels. The last hour was a bust, my items were still on the conveyer belt. I was going to get sick, this was the reason I stayed in my room, in front of my mirror or my nice organized closet.

"Miss?"

I heard someone call, I jogged to the violet Buick, I didn't turn around.

*

I was crying I was two blocks away, a corner, under a tree. I was watching a man teach his children how to ride bicycles. Every once in a while the little girl would look my way, look at the violet car. Her smile made me feel so much better. I was forgetting about the fools at the Market, Beth's favorite, she could keep it. My phone buzzed.

"Sabrina?"

"Mmm."

"Are you okay?" It was Max, I didn't want to tell him what happened, it was probably partly my fault anyway. I realized I forgot to take back his card. "I'm at the Farmer's Market, where are you?"

"I'm, um, I'm going to go back to the house."

"I will come get you, there has been a misunderstanding." He sounded so concerned I started to cry again as I told him the cross streets.

*

We were in his Jeep, we were in the lot, he wanted to take me inside. He smiled, he waited, he was very patient with me. It took a long time for me to get out of the passenger seat, to make my way into this store, it was the last place I wanted to be. We saw the annoyed man in the vest, he was in an office slightly above the cashiers. Max took my hand, we interlocked fingers, we made our way through the crowded market.

Max looked at the man, he waited, he watched him walk towards us. The man in the vest looked a little nervous. "Here you go, for next time." He held out his hand, he was holding an envelope. I wouldn't touch it, I wouldn't even look at him.

"What else?" Max spoke, I could tell he didn't like this man.

"Oh, ahh, I'm sorry."

Max tightened his grip on my hand, he walked over to the cashiers, and the man followed us. "What was that?"

"I, ahh, I'm really sorry. I just thought..."

"There was no reason for that. My girlfriend came here to shop." I looked at Max when he said 'my girlfriend' I wasn't expecting that, I forgot about the big man next to us. "And you had to be nasty, keep your card, remove my name off your membership list. We are not coming back. There are plenty of places in Malibu to shop."

I watched Max, he wasn't being loud or angry, he was telling the man and the customers watching us. Max then reached for the man's shirt, he touched his collar and the man flinched.

"Now say you are sorry one more time, I want you to look in her eyes, she is a gentle, wonderful person and you treated her terribly. If you can't be an adult, then you should just get another job." Max still had his hand on the man's shirt, his other one was still holding mine.

"I'm sorry miss, I have been having a crazy day, I'm sorry I took it out on you."

I smiled, it was quite a hard thing to do, for both of us. As we left the cashier gave us three shopping bags, it was all the things from my cart. I'm sure some of it had been out in the warmth of the store for too long, but it made me happy. She then gave me flowers. "I'm sorry too, please come back." And we left, we carried our things to the Jeep. I sat in the front seat and I cried into the flowers, Max had his arm around me, he was quiet, I let it all out. I felt so much better.

*

End of Part 2 of 6

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Author's Note:

'I went back to the car, but I was secretly looking for the portal.'

Hi, that's my favorite line in this crazy story of mine. I always thought to myself that I would write a full blown Speculative trans story, thank God I never followed through with it... but I do love the idea of a portal. Sometimes I see something familiar or weird and I glance around. I am always looking for a portal, you never know... Oooh, but I would never tell anyone, or did I just? Ha, I hope YOU like it...

***

"Pancakes?" I called into the hallway where his bedroom was. I didn't want to get too close, I didn't want to alarm him, I didn't want to see him naked.

I felt wonderful the next morning, things were different. Max dropped me off to pick up the violet-colored car. I said hello to the man with his kids, I admired the two bikes. Max watched me from the window of his Jeep, he had a huge smile on his face. I think he was surprised I was talking to someone. I felt so nice, and feminine, today, I had on a denim skirt, a white top, and six-inch pumps, I wanted someone to see my legs in the nude nylons. I wanted to show off my long nails.

The little girl I saw yesterday was on one of the bikes, she was probably seven, or eight, and she had blonde hair like me. I could be talking to myself, I could have gone back in time, through some other dimension, a portal, where I was a female child ready to take on the world. Ready to learn how to ride a bike.

"I'm Sabrina, what's your name?"

'Nicole."

"Hi, Nicole."

"That's my brother Nicklaus." She pointed. "Oh and that's my dad, I call him dad."

I smiled, she was cute. "Hi, Nicklaus, hi, dad, that nosy man in the Jeep is Max." Max waved. "Bye, have fun on your bikes, thanks for watching my car." They waved to us, it was nice. I went back to the Jeep and took out one of the potted plants I bought for the house, and the flowers I got from the woman at the market. I gave it to Nicole. She smiled and sniffed, I tapped her nose and then waved goodbye to the others again. It was the nicest Sunday morning I have ever had in my life.

I went back to the car, but I was secretly looking for the portal.

Max followed me back to the house, our house. I listened to music and watched him in my rearview mirror. Every couple of blocks I gave him a wave, I didn't know if he could see me but I didn't care. I loved that he was behind me, making sure I was on the right path, going in the right direction. I would have never expected this, I remembered the day I was dressed as a barmaid, dressed as a woman, seeing Max from afar. I never would have expected he would treat me like this or be intimate one day, never in a million years.

We passed my blue Toyota in the parking spot by the side of the house. We backed side by side in the garage, violet and black, I had the whole day to do nothing.

"Max, can we spend the day together?"

"We can, I would love that."

Some part of me felt like this was the beginning. This was the new start. I felt like I was getting ready to learn how to ride a bike.

*

"Why are you so hard already Mister?"

"Well, I have been thinking of doing this all day."

Max and I were in my room. I was being cute. We went to an antique store this weekend and bought a bench, it was a love seat. It matched my furniture, it had a little back on it, it had arms. We wanted to be able to sit a little more comfortably when we watched YouTube and the videos we found. We watched everything on a new TV. A nice big mirror behind it, I needed to see us, a man and a woman together. My new room was beginning to feel more like me, more lived in.

"Oh, my god, I found the best pair of legs, wait 'til you see this," Max would find something, and I would find something else. It's crazy, but masterbating had become less solitary, it became a part of our nightly ritual.

"Mmm, I love that. Look at her lips, CDs, drag queens always have the best lips. I love watching them put on makeup."

"So do I." He smiled he kissed my cheek.

We found some more videos of beautiful CDs fixing their mascara, and putting on lipstick. I went to my vanity and picked out a nice plum, dark and matte, I took off the pink. I sat back on the bench to watch the monitor again, Max watched me, I ignored him. "Don't you want to see how she does her lips?" I was being cute, I was trying to flirt.

He was looking at my lipstick tube, he had an expectant look on his face. He was waiting. I remember him asking me about my lips before I moved in before we really knew each other.

"Um, I was wondering if you were, you know..."

"Mmm, I guess." I playfully shook my shoulders, and I turned the bottom of the tube, I held up a little mirror, I put on the new purple. Top lip, then bottom lip. I checked I turned, I looked into my little mirror. I cleaned up the edges with my pinky, I rubbed my now darker lips together, I had an audience. I smiled into my mirror and then showed Max. "Like?"

"Mmm, I do,"

He had his hand on his cock, it was sticking out of his briefs, he was still so hard, he leaned over and kissed me. He lightly kissed my lips, I started to suck his tongue. I took hold of his manhood myself, I started to pump him. I had his cock in my hands way more than I had my little 'clit' in mine the last couple of weeks. I was getting very good at making him cum, making him happy, we didn't think we needed to update the woman when we made our calls about this little turn of events, they always seemed a little annoyed at me anyway. I could just imagine though, 'Hi Beth, yes, I have been taking care of your boyfriend, you know he has such a big cock, do you remember what it looks like, should I send you a picture? I'm sorry my nails are in the way, hehe...'

He didn't last long, once again I had his warm cum in my hands, I licked my palm clean as he watched, and then we kissed again, slightly salty.

"Mmm, you taste so good," He told me, he told me this every time. He would then run his nose through my hair, and my neck, he would hold me and caress me tight. I could tell he was enjoying my scent, my body. I was enjoying the closeness, the intimacy, the romance of it.

I started to realize my life before Max was mostly alone. For work I was either on the phone, going through catalogs, or colors, by myself in someone's empty closet. If I was home I would be by myself, trying on different outfits, taking pictures for my collection. Lula tended to do other things without me, she was always out of the house, she'd go out after work, hang out with the couples at restaurants and coffee shops, and visit or talk to her friends on the phone. We very rarely ate at the same table, even slept together. We were barely a couple.

Max and I were suddenly always together. Now that I was always in a dress, always in makeup and heels it was better. He liked the female me, he seemed uncomfortable before when I wasn't dressed up, and it was understandable, he wanted to be with a 'woman.' The day we came home from meeting Nicole and picking up the car we were on the steps of his house and I whispered in his ear as he got out his keys, we waved to a couple of neighbors.

"You called me your girlfriend yesterday."

He paused opening the door, "I did, is that okay?"

"What about Beth, would she mind?"

"She would, she would scream and throw things at us, she has a temper. But that is the chance I am willing to take." He laughed and then he kissed me. His tongue went gently through my lips. Our first kiss out in the open, in front of others, in front of the entire world. I put my hand on his chest, he put his arms around me.

We hugged, it was nice. "Sabrina I'm sorry I didn't ask you. I really like this, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

I smiled, we kissed again at the top of the steps, I saw the violet car in front of the house. "Does the car come with this new position?"

He looked at me, he glanced at Beth's car. "I'm afraid it does." We laughed, we kissed some more. We fell into the house and I took him into my bedroom.

***

"What did I love? Hmmph." I was on my freshly made bed, I was kind of bouncing. "Mmm, what did I love?"

I love that he asked me that question, but I didn't know, I had no clue what I loved, what turned me on, what made me warm and fuzzy inside. I mean I had an idea, but I couldn't put my finger on it. My finger was on my D cup breast.

I decided I couldn't answer him. Max was above me, looking down on me, I had on long false lashes, I felt very warm, comfortable.

"Can I take you out tonight?"

"Go out, are you sure? Someone might see us." I was nervous, I didn't want one of his or his girlfriend's friends to see us. I didn't want him to have to explain anything. Well, anything again. I didn't want anyone to think we were cheating, or worse, that he was being sneaky.

"Yeah, so. I want you to go out, look at you, you look so hot in all those new dresses of yours. Don't you want to have dinner, go shopping? Don't you want to show off those legs?"

I looked down, I was wearing only a corselette, pantyhose, and heels. I stretched my legs out.

He held my chin, he looked at me, "Um, miss, don't you think we should leave the house?"

So I got dressed and we did. It would be the second time we did something together in the world, with me glammed up, dressed like the perfect girlfriend. When I texted Lula she was asking if I was enjoying myself, my time as a girl. I couldn't tell her that after almost two months I just started. I just finished everything up with the house, finally finished Beth's closet, just bought new clothes and just started going out. I also didn't want Lula or especially Beth to find out Max was being very nice to me. There was no pressure, no rush, it was all so natural and relaxed. Sometimes if we needed space I didn't even see him for a couple of days, or if he was on a call for work, or far away, I would tend to miss him. I didn't want Lula to get jealous of me, she told me Beth was a little grouchy, a little mean. Said she kind of liked it sometimes, she told me I could be a little mean to her when she was back in California.

It wouldn't happen, I wouldn't be mean to her, to anyone. I was a nice 'girl.' I tended to forget all about them. They weren't here, they didn't matter as much to me anymore.

"Wow, you look incredible." Max was looking at me, lately, he had been looking at me a lot, a lot differently. He was always smiling, he was always touching me, he was definitely happier living with a 'woman,' and not a man pretending to be one. Once I committed to dressing up he was all for it, he was completely in. I was always female to him, he never slipped or brought up my other gender, and the pronouns were always correct. I was more than a little appreciative.

"Really, it's not too short?"

"Sabrina, can a woman even wear a dress that's too short? I don't think so. At least not when a man is watching." And he laughed, he took my hand and we walked over to the wall of mirrors by the front door. He stood behind me, he wanted me to look at myself, get comfortable, he rubbed my back, he moved my hair, he lightly kissed my neck.

I had on a short red dress with little white flowers. When Max asked me what I loved, the only thing I told him was flowers, even though I knew he meant something else. Almost all of my dresses had a flower pattern, even my jewelry had flower designs, I knew what I liked, I just didn't know what I loved.

The hem of the dress came about mid-thigh, showing off my nude pantyhose, showing off my legs. I had on the push-up bra in the corselette and it was giving me some incredible cleavage. I had my D cup forms in my bra. My hair covered, even more, reaching the top of my boobs, strawberry blonde and slightly wavy. I had on four-inch beige sandals and I carried my little red bag. I was ready to go out. I was so ready to be a girlfriend.

"I need you to kiss me," I told him, my voice was so quiet, I wanted to feel like Beth.

"Will that make you feel better?" He kissed my neck, it was so nice, it was very romantic.

"Mmm, where are we going?" I had the chills.

"First tell me if you are ready." He looked in my eyes, in the reflection, I could tell he was worried about me. The last time we were out I was so upset, I think I was now ready to try and go out again, especially if he was with me. Especially if I really looked okay. I wanted him to treat me like he does Beth, I wanted to be his almost prettier, substitute girlfriend.

I had on press-on nails, they were white, they looked so nice as I moved the hair out of my eyes, really just to get a better look at Max. My makeup was light, I had on long false lashes and dark eyeliner and shadow. My lips matched my bag, bright and red, I thought I looked okay. Waking up as a woman for the last two weeks has done something to my brain, my way of thinking, and even my libido. It all felt so natural.

I smiled, my teeth were whiter, my smile and eyes of course were bigger, I guess I was ready to go out.

"Thank you for having so much faith in me," And I smiled at him again. "I'm ready."

"Great."

"So do I get to find out where you are taking me?"

"Dinner, but first I want to take you someplace. Someplace you will love."

*

Surprisingly we pulled into the Cali Mall right near the house. He smiled as he helped me out. As I spun out of his Jeep, my legs exposed to the parking lot. He took my hand as I stood up, fixed my dress, fixed my hair. I stayed quiet I didn't want him to know I was nervous.

"Do you want to hold my arm?"

"Okay." And I did, I held him tight, I smiled at the beautiful women we passed, the little children, the older men hanging in front of the stores, the cashiers looking out the windows. Max kept patting my hand as I held him. He was so tall, at least three to four more inches taller than me in my heels. I felt like a woman with a man, I didn't feel like I was standing out. When I am out by myself I feel everyone is looking at me, disapproving.

"Here we go." We walked into a spa, we walked to the side, there was a young Asian woman at the counter, I started to get nervous, I didn't want to shed my clothes at a spa.

"Can I help you?" She had a big bright smile on her face, she looked at both of us, but Max started to speak as I held onto him still. I needed the support.

"Hi, yes, my girlfriend would like her nails done." He then looked at me, my knees were a little weak, especially him referring to me as his girlfriend again. I knew he liked what happened last week, how excited I got when we got back to the house. When I thought about him telling the people at the Farmers Market I was his girlfriend.

"Ooh, okay follow me, I will introduce you to Amber." We followed, there were so many women getting their faces worked on, their hair, then to the back of the shop, their nails. "Amber, I have a new client for you." She sang and then Amber turned around. She was tall, beautiful, full head of long shiny gray hair.

She grabbed our hands. "Hi, hi, and who are you two."

"I'm Max and this is my girlfriend Sabrina?"

She looked at me, I was wondering if she was surprised I had a boyfriend. I had a feeling she knew I was trans, but it didn't matter. "Wonderful. Hi Sabrina, let me see." She lifted my hand with the plastic nails on, she shook her head. "Are we taking these off, do you want tips?"

"Um," I looked at Max again, these are questions I should know the answers to.

"She does."

"Great. Do you want them as long as this? Or do you want them even longer?" She squinted at me, I liked her right away.

I looked up at Max, I crossed my legs as I stood, I was being a little jumpy, hopefully, he will tell her. "Baby let's go long." He put a hand on my shoulder and I smiled.

Amber made me sit and she had him sit next to us. "Okay, do you want to pick out a color, or do you want me to find something that matches your dress, your bag, god it is so nice, you have such great taste." And she held it, inspecting, then she hung it on the arm of the styling chair.

I smiled up at her, I wasn't used to talking to beautiful women while wearing lipstick and a dress. Megan is the only one I ever talk to, and mostly it's as a boy, and for some reason, she never calls me or calls me back anymore. I should be at her salon, not this new one. But it didn't matter I was with Max, I was enjoying myself.

"Um, can you pick me something out? I would like that."

Her smile got even bigger. "Of course sweetheart, I will be right back."

I closed my eyes, I took a breath, I needed to relax. Max touched my arm, he then moved the hair out of my eyes. "You are doing great, I can't wait to see you with longer nails and with a bigger smile, heh."

"Look at you two, so much in love, I am so jealous." She smiled as we all surrounded her little work table. "My husband would never walk into a salon, he has never even been in here."

"You should ask him, he can keep you company." I smiled, I couldn't believe I was talking, I couldn't believe Max had his arms around my chair. I couldn't believe how excited I was, my panties were getting tight and wet, so I recrossed my legs and gave her my hand. I felt so feminine, the way she held my fingers, the way my wrists were slightly bent. I started to feel Max's hand on my shoulder, playing with my hair.

It was nice being pampered. I was surrounded by both of them, when the girl from the front walked in I just smiled, I wanted to show off my 'boyfriend' and my new nail technician who was painting my nails. It took a while and Amber had to stretch.

"Sabrina, Max this is Anja. She is very new here." She laughed, she smiled at the beautiful Japanese woman with the long jet black hair.

"Ha, I started a week after you. Would everyone like some wine?" She asked us.

"Okay." I smiled I was getting used to slightly talking.

Anja walked back in with a bottle and three glasses, soon we were sipping. Amber had my hands under a UV light. Max was still so close to me, he was doing the talking, he kept on saying he couldn't wait to hold my hands. We all laughed.

"Do you want to take off your stockings, I can do your toes? I can make you match."

I looked at Max again, I wouldn't be able to get my pantyhose off with my nails just painted, I was getting nervous again.

"Um,"

"Let's do it, baby, it'll be nice." He then lightly kissed my cheek, I had an orgasm. I couldn't believe it, It was crazy, I felt myself vibrate, shake, I hoped no one noticed, I held onto his chest. The way he looked at me took me so over the edge. Him calling me baby, him kissing me in front of another person, it was so validating, so sensual. I'm surprised I didn't scream. I suddenly felt much more relaxed, I felt my panties, they were so wet.

"Um, okay."

Amber helped with my heels, the pantyhose, she made me put my feet up, she put dividers between my toes. I finished the wine. Max was loving this, he had a huge grin on his face, I had a feeling he knew he had made me cum. He had made me feel like a 'woman.' He couldn't take his eyes off of my legs.

The two of them conversed some more while she made my toes red, taking off the neutral color I usually wore. I would have to tell Megan I went to see someone else, I would have to tell her I was cheating on her. It made me smile when I thought of that.

"What?" Max put his hand on my chin, I looked up at him. "You have such a delicious smile on your lips."

"Ha, you two are so cute. Why don't you come back one day and I will clean up your lashes and eyebrows. Maybe even pierce those ears." She winked as she massaged my feet after she put away the polish. "I will convince my husband to come in, you can all meet. I will need an excuse to get him in here." We laughed and we agreed.

Amber wouldn't let me put on my pantyhose, she wanted the nails to fully dry, so I slipped on the sandals and put the stockings in my bag. The red looked incredible, I completely matched. I don't think I was ever this happy before, just the simplest things made me excited. I was also still feeling my afterglow.

I now could answer Max's original question.

*

"I have another stop to make before we go to dinner, is that okay?"

I smiled, "Of course, I am here for you." I took his arm again and drew him closer. I was having fun, I was hoping everyone was looking at my toes.

We walked a couple of storefronts away, we were soon in a bank, Chase. We walked out a half-hour later, I had a checking and savings account now under my femme name. I was promised an ATM card in four days. I was hanging onto Max, he had been wonderful today, he had been so nice ever since I walked into his life.

"I even ordered a new credit card with your name on it. No more misunderstandings about ID, no more trouble with cashiers, no more shopping alone. I would like to go with you, is that okay?"

I stopped us, surrounded by shoppers with bags, and carts, and children, I had to look at Max, I had to see his eyes. "Really?"

"Of course. Beth never, ever, let me go with her anywhere. She is more of a lone shopper, hah, she would never let me kiss her in front of anyone either." He pulled back and ran his fingers through my hair. "I like that you need company. I love holding your hand." And then we kissed, we were still surrounded by shoppers and children and couples going out to dinner. I had my longer nails in his short hair.

"Max?"

I felt him remove his tongue from my mouth slowly, I felt him shift his gaze over my shoulder, I felt him tense up.

"Oh, hi, Marion, Jeff."

I turned, a man and a woman were watching me, I knew who they were, the Antonelli's. Marion looked into my eyes, she seemed quite pleased to catch Max making out with a woman in red at a busy strip mall. She smiled at me, she put out her hand, she introduced me to the two of them.

Max spoke up for me, "This is Sabrina."

"Hi." I smiled, I showed my white teeth, I was giving them my friendliest look. I could tell she wanted to be informed, she wanted the story, she wanted to know what happened to Beth.

"We are going to get Mexican with the crew, why don't you come out with us, I'm sure they would love to see you, the TWO of you." Her husband shook his head, I could tell he could care less. The last time I saw him I went to their house with a sectional couch from one of the stores I worked with. It had this incredible fabric they picked out, it was so big, I got it reupholstered for them, it was a favor. We had a beer before I left. Lula was surprised I was mingling with her friends, now here I was mingling again. I hoped they didn't recognize me.

Max picked up my hand and held it with the other, "What do you think? In the mood for a little Mexican?"

Did I want to sit with these people again, it brought back sad memories, it reminded me that I didn't like meeting Beth and now I was holding her boyfriend's hand. But I had to try and move on, try to come to terms with things I didn't like or agree with, and sometimes you had to eat, no?

"Little Mexican is fine." I felt myself smile big, I felt Max's aura, chakras, and whatever other kind of signal he was sending me, engulf me, I knew he wanted to go with them. As we walked behind them he told me he wanted to show me off and he wanted us to be with people.

*

We were entering our third month of living together. I loved that term, living together, I wanted to call people I knew, especially Megan, call people I didn't know, make random phone calls. 'Hi I'm living with a man, he's 6'5" he is huge.' 'Hi I'm still living with a man, over two months, he thinks I'm perfect, he says I make the best drinks, the best noise, the best entrance, he says I need company.'

'No we're not sleeping together, not yet, now you are being silly.'

I wanted to tell the couples at the table, I wanted to tell them something about me. There was a couple at the end that I didn't know, they were older than the rest, they were quite happy for more arriving people. A big table in a little Mexican, I smiled at the table, six people smiled back. Seven and eight, that would be me and Max. I was still going to be the seventh wheel. I was thinking that would finally be okay.

I sat next to Marion, across from Max, he held my hand, he played with my fingers, he couldn't stop touching me. I looked at Marion, "I just got new nails," and I showed her my longer than usual red talons, I had the longest nails at the table, I even had the longest hair. I didn't have the biggest breasts.

"Nice, very beautiful." She smiled at me, she turned my free hand over in hers.

We had margaritas, eight of them. We had conversations, sometimes four at a time, it was wonderful. When I was with Lula she sort of talked for me, she told the table what I was thinking, what I was going to say, going to do, she very rarely looked at me. Now, it was fun, I didn't even care if I was part of the conversation, I was looking at Max, he was either holding my hand or foot. My heel was between his legs, pushing against his hard cock, it was fun. I could feel him push against it. He was talking to Jeff, but he was focused on his hard-on.

"So how did you two meet?" Marion was asking us, I was still pushing my heel, and Max was still talking to Jeff.

I looked over at him, I was a little nervous, just a little. He grabbed my hand and shook it, my heel fell from between his thighs with a thud, my loud sandal. "Well, it's an interesting story."

"Then you are going to have to tell us." She said, I felt everyone start to pay attention, even the waitress.

Max smiled at me again, I shook my head, I knew he wanted to tell them, he wanted to fill them in on my real background, not something made up for the masses. "Sabrina is transitioning." He looked around the table, but I focused on him, I clutched his hand. "She used to be, well, Lula's boyfriend. But now she is presenting as a female. I am very proud of her."

Marion took my chin and brought it around to face her. "I knew you looked familiar, plus no one has this color hair."

"Just me."

"That explains why we haven't seen you in a while."

I could go for that explanation, it seemed pretty plausible. "That's right."

"And we hardly ever see Max. And since, um, the other women are away..."

Max interrupted her, he didn't want to talk about other women. "Well you can now see the both of us, we are kind of a thing." And he shook my hand again. He made me look at him. I kind of wish he didn't say that, I would have liked a little secrecy just in case some of the couples said anything to Lula and Beth. The only thing was, it was making me wet in my panties, it was definitely making me excited and I could tell Max knew it. "Right baby?"

Was he asking me? Was I the baby in that sentence? He shook my hand again, he was waiting for a response, they all were.

"Right."

Soon the other couple at the end sat next to us, they moved their chairs, we were now in the middle of the conversation. We were the conversation. I told them everything, the selling of the house, the moving in with Max, the relocation of the two girlfriends.

Marion seemed so interested, "So you two are going out together, does Beth know?"

Max answered, I just shrugged, I was thinking that the two girlfriends probably had an idea. Lula would be surprised about my sexuality but I didn't think Beth would. I feel she expected I swung that way to begin with.

"They don't, please don't tell them yet, we are waiting for the right moment."

We took some pictures, we had one more drink.

We left with everyone, we made more plans, it was nice. Maybe brunch on Sunday, maybe dinner on Tuesday maybe drinks on Wednesday. I loved it, I loved being part of a crowd, part of a couple, part of someone else's life. I just wished they were my friends and not Lula and Beth's.

*

We were in the car, we were heading home.

"Can we pass by Nicole's house, is it too late?"

Max held my hand, he grinned. "It's not late, we can drive by."

For some reason seeing the two little children made me happy, introducing them to me and Max was fun, something about it, I didn't even know what. It was better than telling my story to all of Lula and Beth's friends.

He changed lanes, we were getting closer to the kid's house, we drove by slow, the lights were on, it was quiet. I felt better knowing everyone was safe, hopefully in bed. Hopefully dreaming.

I took a deep breath, I closed my eyes. "Do you think anyone will say anything?"

"Why?" Max grabbed my hand as he drove, it was nice. "A little nervous?"

"No, a lot nervous."

"Ha, Sabrina, I love how cute you are. They had to know we would have an affair, a relationship, don't you think? Plus, how was I going to live with a hot woman and not want to get inside her panties."

I looked at him, I made a face, "I am not letting you in my panties." I took back my hand, I was looking at my nails. I had such a great time today and now real-life was showing its ugly head. "How long have you been with Beth?"

He looked over at me, he had a sly grin returning to his face, he was thinking, "Maybe three years, on and off. We used to go to those socials with the Antonellis' all the time when we first met, that's when I first met Lula, she used to come with some guy from their work." He shrugged, I watched him, "But I could tell Marion didn't really like Beth. She can get a little loud, heh. So we stopped going, well I stopped going."

"I stopped when Beth started showing up again." I glanced at him, I didn't want him to think I was being mean or facetious. "She took my place at the table." I made a sad smile and he held my hand again.

"Well let's not worry about them, they were the ones that planned this, they were the ones that found we had some things in common. I'm not thinking about them, and I'm sure they aren't thinking too much about us."

"Mmm."

We were getting closer to home, Max's home, "I mean they had that affair after college, I'm sure they are keeping each other very good company in Argentina." We turned down our block, he parked next to the violet car.

"Really?" I wanted to know more about 'after college' but I started trying to forget about them like he was. I watched him close the windows, I was playing with the hem of my dress, I was pulling it up. "Max, I'm wearing white panties." He smiled.

*

End of Part 3 of 6

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Author's Note: Hmmm, let's see.. I have been accused of putting too much sex in my stories, I have also been accused of putting too little. Personally? I think all of my stories have just the right amount, like raisins. It all depends on the characters, the situation, the crunch. Doesn't it? Well, this chapter has a lot of crunch, well, s.e.x. I feel it was a natural progression, ha, but what do I know... I just hope YOU like it...

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We were in the large closet in his bedroom, Beth and Max's bedroom. I had made it perfect, organized. I painted it white, I added shelves, string lights, more poles for clothes, more drawers for lingerie. The drawers were made for stockings, panties and socks, half of them were empty.

I was very comfortable inside here, I wished it had my clothes in it. There would be much more color, more variation, so many more heels. We would be tripping on them. Beth wore black, Beth liked leggings, she liked flats, Uggs, work boots. Her makeup was really the only thing feminine about her. She had beautiful features, full lips, long brown hair. She was a perfect woman, at least from the neck up. I could never compete with someone like her, I decided I wouldn't even try. I decided I would just make-believe I was as perfect as her.

"Mmm. Do you like the scent I put in here?" I smiled as I sniffed.

"I do, it reminds me of you, it's nice."

I was looking at Beth's shirts, her jeans on the hangers and Max was looking in a cardboard box on the floor, he reached in and pulled out pictures. I fixed my dress and sat, he kneeled in front of me. "Here."

I looked, Lula and Beth were younger, probably ten years younger, they looked happy. They were on vacation, they were at weddings, they were holding hands.

"She never told me." I touched the pictures, two beautiful women. These were the two women in both of our lives, I didn't miss them, I wasn't even jealous of them. I was quite happy for them. I looked up at Max he was playing with my hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm, just surprised. I should have known." I looked through the rest of the pictures, there were about twenty, they were hidden, they were forgotten. "Do you know what Lula told me when I asked if I could wear a nightgown to bed with her?"

"What?"

"She told me she doesn't sleep with women with fake boobs." I had a tear in my eye, "She was really curt with me, she was mad. She told me to sleep in my own bed in my effin' girlie bedroom." Max sat down next to me, his body close to mine. His arm around my shoulders, on my soft dress. "The next day she apologized, she almost never apologizes. The next week you and Beth came to visit."

*

I needed to get out of the closet. I needed to get out of this room. It smelled like me but there was too much of Beth inside it, the walls were closing in.

I walked into the kitchen, Max followed me. I was so excited this afternoon when he took me to get my nails done, the way he was talking to me, holding me. Then the bank, he told the clerk we were living together, he would be my emergency contact, they would put his name on the forms I had to fill out. All my new personal information. Then we had the dinner with the friends. It was wonderful, but now I was thinking about the two girlfriends, I was wondering why I didn't miss them anymore. Well, Beth was a little crass to me and I didn't really know her that well, I also felt I was more innocent than her. Lula just seemed indifferent, she didn't even kiss me when we said goodbye at the airport. She couldn't of cared less. Even her phone calls seemed so tame, so quick, she was always distracted. Hopefully, she was distracted by Beth. Now that I knew their history together everything made much more sense.

I was making coffee, I felt hands on my waist. I felt lips on my ear. "You looked so beautiful today in red."

"Did I?"

"You did."

"I am still in red, I am still in my flowered dress."

"Well, not anymore." And he unbuttoned the small top button. He took it down my shoulders, past my hips, it pooled at my feet. I was leaning on the counter, smelling the coffee, getting too excited. He made me step out of the dress, I watched him lay it over the chair, he smoothed it out.

He walked over to me, my back was to him. He squatted, he put his lips to my ass, feeling the nylon of my pantyhose, he kissed the outline of my bikinis, I felt his tongue.

"Thank you for the invitation to see your panties." He spun me around, I was still tucked, I was still flat, I was still so excited.

I felt him push against me, his nose taking in my scent. He got on his knees, his lips now on my belly, his hands kneading my ass. I felt him touch my 'clit.' I was getting hard, I didn't want him to feel me like that, I was embarrassed, I wanted to be more like Beth. I wanted him to see me as the new woman of the house. Maybe I should be crass, angry, a little mean. I bent down with him and put my arms on his shoulders, and we kissed.

"I like this, it's nice kissing in a kitchen."

He laughed, "It is."

My knee was touching his cock, his knee was pushing against me. We started to make out, we were moving faster, we were pulling into each other harder. My lips were all over his face.

"Hold on." He stood, he took me with him, I held on to his shoulders, clutching around his neck. I was a couple of inches off the ground, I felt only air under my heels. He had his hands under my ass, my crotch was pushing against him as I wrapped my nylon legs around him. His hard cock tried to break through his zipper. I started to bounce my bottom, started to push against his cock, I started to moan. The wonderfulness of the day started to seep into my psyche again, the way I was on edge the entire time, the way I was on edge in the car.

"Oh my god, Max," And he pulled me into him even more as I pushed against him harder. I imagined that we were fucking, I imagined his cock entering me, making me too excited, I couldn't breathe. I was thrusting against him, he was kissing my neck. I imagined him telling Beth about this, telling Lula, telling the table of couples. I screamed, I started to cum, I was still bouncing in his strong arms. I was biting his neck, scratching his shoulders, I was going slightly crazy. I was having an unbelievable orgasm.

I felt I was so wet. I was getting closer to finally letting Max get into my panties. He asked if he could take them with him the next day. He wanted a piece of me to remember.

***

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon.

"Hi, Megan."

"Hi, um, Sabrina. Are you still all dressed up?"

"I am." Megan would change my name as I changed my clothes. She needed to know who she was talking to. "I was thinking I would visit today, I haven't seen you, I miss you. I have SO much to tell." I was excited, I wanted to hang out with an old friend.

"Tell me now."

"No, I feel funny, I want to see your eyes when I tell you."

"Oh, Um, well not today then. No, today is bad, I'm still really busy. I will call you sometime during the week, let me go." And she hung up.

She had been rushing me off the phone ever since I moved in with Max, ever since Lula had gone away to Argentina. It made me upset, she was really my only friend that knew I was a crossdresser before Max decided to tell everyone else. No one at work knew yet unless the bosses said something. I knew some of my clients were informed, they all seemed fine with everything. I got texts and emails about it, wishing me luck, which I thought was weird but nice. I was surprised that Megan wasn't 'all in,' she didn't seem fine at all. Actually, she seemed a little annoyed with me, that wasn't like her at all.

"Mmm," I walked around Max's kitchen, I strutted around like I owned the place, I had been in here all week, it was nice. I wanted to feel more like Beth, I wanted to feel like a woman living with a man. I organized the few things in the pantry, I cleaned out some of the cabinets, I Windexed the microwave, the fridge. I was nervously cleaning. I made an appointment at the spa at Cali Mall, I would go see Amber, I would bring wine, and flowers, I would remind her about her husband.

I called Max at work, "Hi, sorry to bother you."

"Sabrina, you are never bothering me, I'm happy to hear your voice."

I giggled, I could tell he missed me, I could tell he was thinking how great life was since the two girlfriends left, I could tell I was taking too long to answer him.

"Are you still there?"

"I am, do you want to meet at the spa, at Cali Mall after work?"

"Sure, just text me, I'll get there in fifteen minutes."

*

This week I felt a little unbalanced, not unusual but I felt like the world was a little different, a little slanted. I felt like I was looking in the mirror in my new room, surrounded by my pictures, dresses, and wine-colored curtains. I felt like I could close my eyes and walk right through it, coming out the other side into Max and Beth's room. Lighter walls, curtains, smaller closet, so much more masculine looking.

We started watching more sexually explicit videos together. We were watching them in his living room, on his big couch, I was in his arms. We learned we loved watching T-girls and CDs give men head, while all dressed up, perfect makeup, long nails. We loved watching gurls strut, practice their walk, brush their hair. I started sitting in front of him, while his hard cock pushed against me, while he rubbed my breasts, my little 'clit.'

The best thing was I started waiting for Max at the front door when he came home from work. I wanted him to see me immediately. I was always wearing something sexy, spectacular, something that I wanted him to take off of me. Sometimes I would be on the floor, on my knees, just in limbo, waiting until he entered my life again. I felt I had no purpose without him. He would walk in and call me. He would smile and see me waiting. He stood in front of me and he helped me up. I leaned against him, my head on his shoulders, my hair in his face, my fake boobs pushed against his hard chest. I could feel the heat from his body.

"I love this." He would whisper in my ear, he would kiss between my breasts.

I would have drinks ready, dinner cooking, the house spotless. I was the perfect housewife, girlfriend. We always ate dinner together, I was making his favorites, we were shopping for things he liked, I was dressing in more and more sexualized outfits. One night I served him in a maid's uniform, another night I was a Hooter's waitress, another night I wore a crop top and the tiniest shorts, my ass cheeks were hanging out. Max was hard the entire time. When I wore the Oktoberfest dress he picked me up, laid me on the couch, and sucked my silicone breasts until he came. He was wearing me out.

Last night was so wonderful, my life was becoming so much more exciting, more sexually adventurous. I was once again on the floor, in the living room I had a view of the door, he called me as he walked in.

I got up higher on my knees, my hands on my thighs. I licked my lips, "I'm so glad you're home."

Max dipped down, kissed the side of my head, I looked up at him, he would never know how happy I was at this moment. I was happy but confused, that was my regular state of mind lately. He would never even be able to imagine what him calling me his girlfriend, telling his friends about me, or even letting me drive Beth's car was doing to me.

I leaned into his crotch, felt his cock hardening against my lips, my cheeks. I smiled up at him, licked my lips. I took his hand, he lifted me up. I led him away from the front door. We were in his room, now it smelled like a man, I changed the scent, this was his room, not mine. It looked like a man's room, there was now nothing of Beth in here. I put the few things of her's away, way back into the closet, on the bottom with her pictures. I had some of my things strewn around, a nightgown on the door, a bra on the doorknob, various tubes of makeup on the dresser.

I playfully pushed him onto the bed. I took off his shoes, his pants, his briefs. I stood up and I showed off my new pink dress. It was tight in the waist, with a full skirt hiding my hips, the top hiding my breasts. I looked like I was going to a wedding again. I took off the little belt, I unzipped the back, and let the dress fall to the floor.

"Max, do you like big breasts?" I was teasing, I was biting my lip, I was playing with my boobs. I was two whole cup sizes bigger than Beth. I checked the few bras that I found.

He was on his elbows, unbuttoning his shirt, he was smiling at me. "I do."

I started fixing my pantyhose, pulling them up tighter, smoothing them out. "Max, what do you like best about Beth?" I was now adjusting my boobs, adjusting the corselette, fixing the crotch. I was well covered.

"Um," He was watching me, he was looking at my legs, my five-inch sandals even my flatter than usual crotch. The part that I now knew he loved, made him excited. He told me numerous times he wanted to kiss there, take in my scent, rub with his nose and fingers. He spends so much time down there, even when we are in my room watching other CDs he rubs my crotch, my tight 'pussy.' He begs me to give him my panties when we are done. He stops paying attention to everything but me.

I wanted to know how I compared to Beth, he could have lied if he wanted to. "Well, did you forget, do you even remember what she smells like or looks like?"

"Ha, I kinda do, you are distracting me."

I got on my knees, between the naked man's legs, I rubbed his thighs. I made him stand, I wanted to put his cock in my mouth, I wanted to taste him, taste a man. I was ready to do this, I had seen so many girls do this online, I felt I would be good at it. I kissed the top of his hard dick as he watched, he ran his fingers through my hair.

I moved away. "So what do you like about Beth?" I wanted an answer, I needed to know. I wanted to treat him better than she did, I needed to know more about her.

"Well, what do you like about Lula?"

"Mmm, I have no opinion about her anymore, she doesn't even talk to me. Even on the calls with all of us. Plus I asked you first." I was being cute, my voice was quite high. I felt his cock rub my cheek.

"Ha," He had a big grin, he was coming up with something. "Well, she can't cook, she has no talent with color or decorating like you." He smiled, I think he just wanted me back on his dick. "Oh she's a terrible driver and, um, she definitely doesn't smell as great as you either, I love the smell of your hair, even your fingers. Heh."

"Um Max, this question isn't about me or my fingers," I wiggled my long nails at him. "It's about the love of your life, now on the other side of the world."

He laughed again as I started sucking him, he entered my mouth. He was hard, he was thick. I could listen and suck, I was probably ambidextrous. "Well, first of all, love of my life sounds a little much." I then went completely down his cock, it hit the back of my throat, I swirled my tongue all over it. "Oh my god Sabrina, wait, let me think, she is, um... she's very good in bed, she likes sex. She doesn't care much for public displays of intimacy, or lingerie, heh, but she does like sex. I made love to her the first day we met."

I pulled my lips slowly from his cock. A string of pre-cum dangled between us. "I would never let you make love to me on our first date." I licked his balls, I put them in my mouth, and sucked. He started to moan. "I would need to get to know you first. I don't sleep with ANYone I just meet."

"That's nice."

"Is it? It's not sexy, I'm sorry."

He put his hand on my cheek, he wanted me to look at him. His hard dick was still in my mouth as I gave him eye contact. "You are very sexy. The first time I saw you, last Halloween, jezzus. I made Beth rub me in the car, right down the block from your old house."

I started sucking harder, his cock was hitting the back of my throat.

"I told Beth that her ass looked incredible and she was making me excited, I lied."

"Men. Are you lying now, do you really find me attractive? You can tell me, I can take it."

He was shaking his head, looking into my eyes. "Come here." I moved up, I leaned on his body, his hard cock now between us. We started to kiss. "I think you are very beautiful. I think about you at night, I imagine sneaking into your bed, holding you against me, coming all over you or inside you."

That last part started to make me even more excited, he knew every freaking button to push. He fell back onto the bed, I climbed on top of him and made my way back to his cock. My little 'clit' was tucked into the panty girdle but I started to feel for it anyway, I was excited I was about to cum.

"Ahh, Max, oh my god..." I wanted his dick in my mouth when I came. I slid down but I couldn't catch my breath, his cock was now rubbing on my pink lips, I was coming into my silk white bikinis once again, the ones hidden by my foundation garments. I didn't look that sexy, things would change. I would be hotter than his girlfriend, I would love sex more than her, I would make him fall in love with me.

He put his hands back into my hair as I tugged on his cock with my tight lips. He went in and out, and I tickled him with my tongue. I sucked and licked, he was so hard. He grabbed the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth. I was letting him take control. We did this for so long, I was loving the feel of him moving in and out.

"Sabrina, this feels amazing, oh, god, uh, uh..." He breathed, he moaned, he was gearing up to cum. "I'm gonna cum baby." I slipped off his cock, I looked up at him, I smiled, I licked my lips, I wanted his cum, I dreamt about tasting him.

He started to pump himself, and then he yelled, he announced his orgasm, he came on my face, my breasts. I went down on him, I took him back into my mouth, I licked the length of his hard cock, I made love to it. I felt him roll around my chin, my lips, my cheeks, he smelled so good. I just gave my first blow job, a dream, a fantasy, why did I wait so long.

My eyes were closed, I felt my long lashes flutter, I opened them as he watched me. "Mmm. That was so great. I really liked that" I kissed the head, I kissed his stomach, I moved onto him. Slid up and nestled into his body. I let my scent linger on him. I wanted him to enjoy this, enjoy our time in his bed.

"Max?"

"Yes, baby."

"I made dinner."

"Fantastic, I can't wait."

"I want to sleep in this bed with you, but I'm a little nervous about it. I never slept with a huge hairy man before."

"Ha... well there's always a first time."

Well, it wasn't THAT night, but I knew it would be soon.

***

"Hi Anja, I'm here to see Amber?"

"Oh yes, she is expecting you, love those heels."

"Thank you, I love yours too." We compared notes, we compared outlet malls, she was very nice.

I followed her, I was carrying a hanger with the dress I wanted to wear tonight, I had a shopping bag of heels and accessories, I had a bouquet of daisies and two bottles of red Zinfandel. I had just driven to see Megan, went to surprise her, just to visit. They didn't know me, they told me she didn't work here anymore. I was confused, I needed to see someone, I wanted to talk. I was going to talk to Amber.

*

"So, hold on, you are transitioning, your girlfriend is out of the country living with a woman, and you are planning on sleeping with that woman's boyfriend AND living in his house?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"Oh, okay. Sounds like a regular Friday in Malibu, ha." She laughed, Amber was quite unsurprised about my revelations. She told me she wasn't surprised about my gender either. "I have so many trans women and men coming in, it's nice, they are always so appreciative, like you. And you look wonderful, I am going to make you look wonderfuller if that's a word."

And we clinked our glasses. I asked her to have Anja the girl with the great heels join us, and the three of us talked as she got me ready. Got me ready for Max and to meet her husband.

*

Ninety minutes later I was in front of the mirror, Anja was fixing my dress and Amber was futzing with my hair.

Amber built me up from the skin out... She first put on my new breasts, I ordered them from a company in Japan. They were more like a breastplate, different than what I was used to. They were a perfect D cup, perfect nipples, a perfect match to my skin. I had on no bra. Next, they put me in a beige corset, shaving three inches off of my waist. I had on tiny white panties and nude pantyhose with slight padding. My dress was full of roses, white and red and a little green, it was exactly what I liked, it was completely different than what Beth would wear. It was nothing at all like what Lula would put on. The hem dipped just below my knees, it had little straps barely concealing the new breasts. I was showing so much cleavage, I wanted to make a statement, I wanted Max to be surprised to see me.

I had on a red collar around my neck to cover the seam of the forms, the two straps hid the other seams and Amber put tape on them to keep it hidden.

She dyed my hair, slightly redder and added matching extensions. My hair now came down past the middle of my back. I wanted to have longer hair than Beth. It was parted on the side showing off one of my ears, one of my newly pierced ears. I had a tiny diamond and under it had my clip-on long string earrings, they almost reached my bare shoulders.

Amber darkened and shaped my eyebrows, it completely changed my face, my look, I loved it immediately. My makeup was very glamourous, I felt like a different person. She put on eyelash extensions and I was wearing more makeup than I was used to. My lips were a soft red, matching my nails and toes. My toes peaking out of my five-inch platform sandals. A clear ankle strap and a clear top. She molded them with a blow dryer, making them feel and look perfect on my feet. She handed me my little white bag and I sprayed on my perfume. We took pictures and Amber got changed, she wanted to look as sexy as her client.

*

At Cali Mall, at the spa, we slowly became a crowd. Amber's husband was first. When he walked in he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her neck, she yelped. She showed him her salon, introduced him to everyone. He was planning on coming more often, planning on meeting her friends. Then Anja's boyfriend showed up, straight from work, sweaty, dirty, she made him change. I smiled when he took my hand, introduced himself.

"I love a messy, sweaty man," I told him, I was being silly, he kissed my cheek. I meant it.

"He's mine," Anja teased, she led him to the men's room.

Then Max walked in, I turned he was at the door, he had a huge smile on his face. I introduced him to everyone else. he took my hand and kissed me in front of everyone. He made me stand back so he could see my dress full of red roses, he touched my hair, my earrings, he ran his rough hands down my side, my rounder hips.

"Wow, you look incredible." He smiled, he kissed me again, his tongue mingling with mine.

"I always look like this, this is how I wake up in the morning." I giggled, I wanted to flirt again.

"Well, then tomorrow morning I will definitely find out for myself." And he did.

***

Weeks ago after my disastrous introduction to the Farmers Market, I decided I was going to find somewhere else to shop. Let Beth have her favorite huge monstrous superstore. I was going to find my own. My own secret places in Malibu, smaller, friendlier, and more ready to go with the flow.

I parked the little violet car, I loved getting out of it. I loved the little turn I had to make so no one saw my panties. I loved how I held the handle to stand in my heels, I loved smiling at the men after I bent over looking for my bag. I loved how my bag dangled off of my arm as I walked across the blacktop, I felt everyone watching me in my heels. I was nervous but not as nervous as before.

There was a nice quiet block not too far from the house, nearer the beach, a surf shop, a garden center, a small motel, and two brand-new restaurants. I wanted to get something different for Max, try something new, I walked into the Egyptian place, a restaurant, a little deli area. I couldn't read any of the signs, I smiled at the man and woman and little girl behind the counter. I pointed, "What's this? Could I serve it for dinner?" I smiled, I was being nice like usual.

The woman answered, I couldn't understand her at first then she said, "You won't like that."

"Oh, okay, how about this?" And I pointed to a meat dish in the window in front of me. She and the man made a face at me, I walked around, I would get something. I hated walking into a store and not buying anything. I found some beer, I bought two bottles, one for Max and one for me. I paid the three dollars and left holding the bottles. They didn't give me a bag, it felt a little weird.

I went next door. I looked at the menu in the window, there was a slight breeze and my dress was moving around my legs. I still felt okay, feminine, I was prepared to be ignored again.

"Hi, table for one?"

"Oh, no, hi, I would like something for me and my boyfriend for dinner, I'm sorry."

She smiled and motioned to me with her long fingers. I followed the woman, she had braids, I was in a German restaurant, she had a slight accent.

"I'm Gretchen, welcome to my restaurant." She gave me a big oversized menu with a big oversized smile and positioned me at the end of a long wooden bar, a huge man behind it. The restaurant was pretty crowded. I was a little tense as I looked around. I didn't like sitting in a restaurant alone. Especially without a book, I could hide into.

I put the two bottles on the bar and the bartender walked over and looked at them. "Apple? They don't know how to make beer in the Middle East."

"No?"

He laughed as he tried to read the labels. "These have no alcohol, ha, I give you something..." He held up his finger, he served the two people next to me, and he walked back with two bottles, white, black and blue labels. "Now THIS is a beer." He put them in a paper bag, now with the two Egyptian beers. "Take those home. Would you like something to drink now?"

I looked around, I would love it, I was in a short full pink dress, I felt like I stood out too much surrounded by flip flops, tye-dye, and denim. "No thank you, I'm going to bring home dinner for my boyfriend."

He smiled, he was being so nice, he was actually listening to me. "Then you came to the right place. But try this while you wait." And he walked back over with two ornate glasses of beer. It was dark, it was thick, lightly carbonated. We cheered, we both drank, it was fantastic.

I licked my pink lips. "Mmm," I gave him a look, he knew I loved it.

"This is called Celebrator it is a doppelbock beer. It is a great, great German beer, it is my favorite. I'm Eric what's your name?"

"Sabrina."

He lifted up his glass of beer, "Now this is Sabrina's favorite too."

I went home that night and served German food to my German boyfriend. The waitress picked me out something. We had the German beer, he was very happy. Max told me we should do this again. He loved the beer, I could tell he was falling in love with me too.

*

Max and I were standing in front of the German restaurant, The Black Forest Inn, I told him this was where I found his favorite meals. He had his arm around my waist and there were four other people behind us, Amber and her husband, Anja and her boyfriend, we were a crowd. I have been here so many times the past couple of weeks. When I wasn't cooking or was too busy I took him home something from here. Always something different, but I always served him the same beer.

We walked in, I saw Gretchen, the owner and she hugged me. "Six for dinner? You are finally going to stay?"

I smiled, "I am, we are."

She called over to the bartender, "Eric, Sabrina is actually staying to eat and she wasn't lying about having friends, oh, and put on some music for her." She looked at me, and she giggled. She yelled back to the bartender. "And six Celebrators."

She led us to a round table, Eric put down the six beers, and soon we were able to talk to everyone, see everyone, there would be no extra wheel. Even when Gretchen sat down to talk, take orders, we were able to see everyone. No one would be left out of the conversation, no one would have to answer for someone else. We stayed for hours, we had wurst, jagerschnitzel, goulash, and of course, more beer, it was fun. I realized I didn't miss Lula or Beth or even their friends at all.

"Prost!" We called, we held up the dark beer. I loved it here. The Egyptian restaurant was closed, it was gone, it was turning into a dry cleaners.

When we were done we hugged and kissed each other goodbye, I had so much fun, I couldn't wait to do this again, I couldn't wait to visit Gretchen and Eric again. I felt so wonderful, now I couldn't wait to get back to the house, Max's room, let him make love to me. I was ready. Being with people, friends, changed everything. Being with the right people, made everything better. The beer was flowing through my veins, the conversation was still echoing around my head, I was loving being the new me, the new me in Malibu with new friends.

*

Music was playing, I was on Max's bed, I was holding my little mirror, I was putting pink color on my lips.

"I can watch you do this all night." He said, his cock straining against his briefs. I smiled, I let him watch, I pulled out a little brush and made it slightly darker under my bottom lip and over the top lip. I had a secret, I knew how to make my lips look incredible.

When we walked into the house, I made him hold my hand, I made him kiss me at the door just like he did all those weeks ago. I put my hair in his face, my breasts against his body, my lips on his shirt buttons. "Max?"

"Mmm."

"Did you ever kiss Beth on this step, in front of the neighbors?" I kept on kissing his shirt, I was distracting him.

"Never, I never even kissed her in the car."

I looked up at him, I wanted to see if he was lying. "You had a terrible girlfriend. I feel sorry for you." I kissed his lips, he put his arms around me, his hands close to my ass.

"Um, maybe I just have terrible taste in women?"

I gave him a look, "I hope you are kidding, otherwise I would leave you lonely on these steps after that little remark."

"Would you?"

"Mmm-mmm." I was lying, I was just teasing I was enjoying myself way too much. I'm sure he did have bad taste in 'women' but now he was with me. I was planning on being very different for him. Once we got into the house we went straight to the bedroom. I wanted to change, I wanted to wear something sexy, something I could wear while he finally made love to me.

*

"Do you always get dressed before you go to sleep?"

I was slipping into a pair of black platform pumps, they would make me almost the same size as Max. I was 5'8" wearing seven-inch heels, I would be two inches smaller than his 6'5" height. Beth didn't know how great she had it. Why would she be with Lula, when she had this perfect man at home. I loved that he was so tall, I loved that his hands were so big. I loved that he probably weighed so much more than me, he made me feel dainty, even in my huge heels. I was checking my stockings, nude Walford's, expensive, made my legs look incredible. I wanted to tell him I always got dressed for bed, I went to sleep as a lingerie model, a stripper, I wanted to be in the correct outfit for my dreams, for the dress code at the door. I could tell he liked my sheer black nightie, my tiny sheer panties, my breasts almost completely exposed, the hem sitting right at the elastic of my thigh highs. There was no way Beth was ever as sexy as this, I was dressed like the woman of his dreams. He never had it so good.

I turned around, I lifted my hair, I shook my head. "All of this hair is mine." I smiled, I licked my lips, I could tell he was too busy looking at me, he couldn't even talk.

"Mmm."

I cupped my breasts, "Tonight we are going to make believe that these," I moved closer to him, I smushed my breasts into his hard chest, "That these are real." I let him kiss me.

"Okay."

I put my arms around his neck as he pulled me into him. I love his tongue in my mouth, I loved tasting him. He loved lifting me, he wanted to show me how strong he was, how safe he would keep me, it always made me giggle being swept off of my feet. I now had my legs around him, my heels locked around his thighs. He walked backward and I eased on top of him, we were still kissing.

He was wearing only his tight white briefs and I could feel his cock straining to get out, I put my hand on it, made sure it was still hidden away. It wasn't. it was now breaking above the elastic band. We ground together.

"Sabrina, thank you for sleeping with me. That is my favorite part of being with you."

I looked at him, I smiled. "Is it?"

"I love that you are so soft, silky, you smell incredible. I love that you don't get mad if I stop holding you or we wake up on different sides of the bed. I love that we have this, I don't know, um, a secure relationship."

I was now on my elbows, on his chest listening. It was the first time he called us a 'relationship.' It was the first time he told me what HE loved. I started moving my bottom, his hard cock was coming to life again.

"I love that you are so beautiful, those lips, your eyes. Lula said you knew you were trans when you were eight, that's amazing."

"Mmm, I knew before that but I didn't know what I was, I just thought I was weird. All my friends, when I was young, wanted to watch those superhero movies and I didn't. I wanted to watch movies about weddings."

"Ha, we can watch whatever you want now."

"I like watching you. You are my favorite program." I giggled and slipped down his body, I hovered over his briefs and pulled them off. "Oh I am putting these in my purse for tomorrow, I want to carry a little of you with me all day."

He leaned up on his elbows, "Are you making fun of me?"

I pursed my lips, I was thinking, "Maybe I am." I went and put his cock in my mouth, tightly holding my lips together. I started to suck, lick, enjoy myself with a hard handsome man.

I was too excited, I knew where this night was going, I had to close my eyes but it didn't help. Max pulled me to him, suddenly he rolled me over he was now on top of me, he was looking into my eyes. He tried to pull my panties down but I stopped him. I must have had a nervous look on my face because he moved back up and kissed me, he nuzzled my neck, he sucked my breasts, then kissed my stomach. Soon he had his nose and lips on my panties, I was tucked down, he was making me excited.

"I want to make love to you while you wear these great panties." He looked at me and then his tongue was in my crotch, he moved over the silk and his tongue was now on me, then in me. He played with his fingers, his tongue, I was squirming, I couldn't believe I was letting him do this. He reached over to the end table and took a tube, he showed me, he put something on his fingers and rubbed it inside of me.

"Turn over, you are done on this side."

Soon I was on all fours, I felt the tip of his dick outside of my hole. My hole was wet, slippery, I couldn't wait until he was inside of me. I felt him rub his cock on me, down my crack, under me, against my ass. I started to move, I needed him. He grabbed hold of my ass, I felt I opened up wide and the tip of him started to enter me. He was slow, he stopped every couple of inches. Max was big, it was going to hurt but I was going to take it like a big girl. I was gripping the sheets, my knuckles white, my eyes were closed. He kept telling me I was doing great. Suddenly his hot body was against me, he bent, he kissed my shoulder as he pushed inside me harder. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe his manhood was completely inside of me, a man was inside of me. Soon we were fucking, I was moaning, it hurt. Soon we were fucking harder, I was screaming, it felt incredible.

"Lay on your back, I want to see you."

"Oh my god, okay." I spread my legs, he held my thighs, once again he pushed and he was in. We started to fuck, I was matching his rhythm. I was running my long nails on his hairy chest. I was looking into his eyes, I couldn't believe I had a man's cock completely inside of me. I wondered if Lula or even Beth would have expected this to happen. Beth would have slept with him the first night she moved in, Lula would have waited a week and then made him suck her clit. She wouldn't have even cared if he came. Me, big Sabrina in her heels and lingerie, I wanted Max to remember the first time he fucked me, I wanted us to wait until we were comfortable with each other.

"You feel so good," He smiled we started to move a little rougher, he was screwing me so much harder, we were moving so much faster. I pushed my little clit, I was hidden behind the silk, he was watching. "I'm ready to cum baby, are you?"

"I, I think so." I closed my eyes, I wanted to watch but I couldn't keep them open, I couldn't catch my breath. I felt a weird tickling sensation in my new 'pussy' I felt an electrical current taking over my body, I felt myself vibrate, and soon I felt Max shoot his sperm inside of me. My bottom was bouncing, we were making a sexy slapping sound, I wanted to scream, so I did. "Ahh..."

He smiled, he was done coming, he was done filling me up. I put my hands out and wiggled my fingers I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted to seal the deal, complete the relationship. He leaned down, his cock slipped out of me, and we kissed.

"Thank you," I whispered into his lips.

"Thank you too." He kissed me, licked my lips. I felt so wonderful, I imagined I felt his cum inside of me just like all those videos that we watched together. A man and a 'woman' making love, sperm filling up the beautiful bottom.

"Max, can you get me one of Beth's tampons, they are under the sink in a blue box." I smiled, he would do anything for me right now.

He came back with a full box, he pulled one out, he inserted it inside of me. I felt it make its way in, it didn't feel like Max's giant cock, but it was soothing, it was nice something was in there keeping his sperm inside of me.

"Just like that clip, we watched last night." He looked up at me, he shook my leg, I was miles away.

"Mmm, that's what I was thinking. We should start making movies like that, I want people to see how happy we are. I want them to see how great we make love."

We slid under the covers, I snuggled under his arm, my body in a ball. I felt so good I wanted to call everyone. I wanted to tell them we fucked for over an hour.

*

We had fallen asleep. Max got up, he was naked, he was shutting off the light, the music. When he got back into bed he kissed me, I wanted to tell him something. It was on my mind, it wasn't that important anymore.

"You know the day you and Beth first visited me?"

"Mmm, of course."

"Well," I moved up, it was dark but I wanted to try and see his eyes while I talked. "Lula said she wanted to see me all dressed up, I was very excited, I was even more surprised." He kissed me, he was looking at my lips. "I thought she was finally going to let me become more feminine, I was happy but skeptical, heh. I wanted to get her something so I booked ten days for me and her in Vegas, a suite at The Orleans, something to say thank you to her." I shrugged. "You know, just a thank you for letting me finally dress."

"Ahh, did she like it? When are you two going to go?"

"I never gave it to her, this afternoon I gave it to Amber and her husband. I told them to have fun." I moved down his body, I laid on his chest. I decided I was never going to do anything with Lula again. I thought of her disinterest in our phone calls, the questions she didn't ask. I was also thinking of those long-ago dinners with her friends, how she ignored me, how she pushed me to the end of the table, out of her eye-line. How she did nothing but talk about Beth the entire ride home. Maybe it was because I just had an incredible orgasm with Max, maybe it was the proximity to a hard body or just anybody who appreciated me, spent some time with me. I finally realized I didn't need Lula anymore, I didn't need to be the seventh wheel anymore either.

*

End of Part 4 of 6

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Author's Note: So we made it to the penultimate chapter, I see. When I originally wrote this section of the story, I was surprised. It sort of came out of thin air. It wasn't planned, there was no pre-thought and I was wondering why I had to stick in another freakin' portal reference... Oh well, things worked out for the best, well, so far... ha... I hope YOU like it...

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The next morning, I got up early, I snuck into the bathroom. I wanted to get myself ready for Max, I needed to see how I looked first. I gazed into the mirror, of course, I was a mess. I was usually a mess, being a crossdresser was hard, and waking up as one was even harder. Seeing a little bit of male in my eyes, my stance, sometimes made me stop, close my eyes, and cry. Being a woman is probably almost impossible but there are so many who try. Who was I to give up?

It was time to re-evaluate, my eyebrows and lashes still looked fantastic, but everything else, meh. The crazy thing was now... I didn't care, I partly didn't understand it. I felt so wonderful nothing else really mattered. I still had his scent on me, it was the first time I smelled like a man in months. I also still had his sperm from the night before, I pulled out the tampon leaving a little puddle on the tiles. I wiped the floor, I cleaned off the little bit of pink on my lips, I brushed my hair, I brushed my teeth. I slipped into the bed, his bed, our bed. An hour later he was on his elbow, his hand under his cheek, he was watching me. He was gazing at my messy eyes, my colorless lips, my perfect eyebrows.

"Good morning." He kissed me lightly, his finger tracing my cheek, my lips.

I cleared my throat, I wasn't used to talking this early in the morning, I wasn't used to being so excited already either. "Hi, good morning."

"I want to give you something."

I felt warm inside, my whole body felt relaxed, satisfied. I reached down, I stretched, I grabbed his cock, he was hard and leaning against my hip. "Okay, I have it." I licked my lips, I was begging to be kissed. He laughed and sunk down, his tongue in my mouth, my hands around his head, pulling him into me. I loved this, I loved waking up with someone who was happy to see me, excited even. I played with him, he pushed into my legs.

After we kissed he pulled back, my eyes half opened, my arousal at an all-time high.

"Can I give you something else?"

I giggled, I felt mischevious, but I felt I was making him happy. I felt I was a better partner to him than Beth, I felt the competition between us finally getting a little tighter. Maybe I was even inching ahead. I had the home team advantage.

"Mmm, yes please."

I heard a jingle, he had his palm closed, it hovered above my eyes, he slowly got closer. "This is for you." And he opened his hand, a little light reflected off of it, the jingle was the sound of keys. A key ring dangling from his index finger, the shape of a car, the color of the Cascada I read the script on it.

"Sabrina's Car?"

"Your car."

"Really, isn't it Beth's? Won't she be expecting to use it when she gets back to Malibu?" I was uncomfortable with this gift, I didn't need anything, I just needed attention.

"It's not hers, it's my sister's, I bought it for her when she came to stay with me. It is now in your name."

I pulled him into me and we kissed. I felt his tongue swirl around with mine, I felt like we were two teenagers. I didn't feel like Beth anymore at all. Now when I drove the Cascada I would feel like me, maybe even Max's sister, but definitely not like Beth.

He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs wide again, his whole body was surrounded by my thighs, calves, and ankles. He still had the keys in his hand he jiggled them and then lay them on my chest, right above my silicone breasts. He moved my panties over and he slid his cock back inside of me. One slow fluid movement, I moved up, I wanted to see. It was so much easier than last night, easier than my first time. So much easier now that I wasn't a virgin. I watched it disappear into my bottom, I was quite amazed that something that big could fit inside of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he was totally in me when I felt his body against me. We fucked the rest of the morning, we each had two more orgasms, we were worn out, we fell back asleep. When I woke I was panty-less.

When we finally got out of bed, he rubbed my back, he kissed my neck, he played with and pulled my long hair. "This weekend I want you to meet my mother and sister. You can drive us in your new car."

*

ANOTHER CALL

I went to the garage, I wanted to visit the Cascada. I was still in my sheer nightgown, my heels, I still didn't have on my panties. I had put on some makeup, a little lip gloss, but my hair was still a mess, forensics would still find Max's fingerprints all over my body. I opened the garage, I opened the doors with a little chirp, and sat in the front, looking at the street, the neighbors' houses. I put on music, I adjusted the mirror. I grabbed the steering wheel, admiring my long nails around the perimeter.

"Hi, welcome to my Cascada," I told the disheveled blonde in my mirror. She looked more like a woman than ever. I was thinking maybe someone else sneaked in and took her place. "I can take you for a ride later. We can visit Nicole and her family, we can go to The Black Forest, we can even visit the Cali Mall, get our nails done." I smiled, I wiggled my nails again. Soon I will have more people to take places, soon I will have a crowded back seat, soon I will introduce Megan to all my friends. Soon I will let Max make love to me in the back. I turned around to look, it was tight, but it would be fine.

I giggled, I was ready to get on with the day. I was ready for a quiet weekend, more sexy videos to watch, maybe we would just lay on the couch, my head in his lap, inches from his cock. I would plan our dinners for the week, tell him which cocktails I had ingredients for, maybe I would just let him make love to me when he calls work, maybe I will suck his cock as he fields questions. We'll see.

I finally got out of the violet car. I waved to the neighbors, I checked the mailbox, I took a deep breath, and smelled the ocean. What a great day. The slight breeze rolled around me and blew my nightie, I closed my eyes, I shook my hair, I felt my earrings.

I waved to the people across the street. "Hi, it's so nice out, what a great day." They told me. I shook my head, I agreed.

I hung my new car keys on the hook near the front door, making sure my name was facing out. I hadn't driven my blue car in over two months, I wouldn't miss it, it was for another person, not the new me.

The rest of the day was perfect, we ate a very late breakfast, we listened to more music, I was in the short sheer nightgown and black pumps most of the day. I went to get dressed in my room. My room on the other side of the house. Starting right now I would only come back to this side of the house to dress, to put on my makeup, maybe to clean. Otherwise, I would spend it all on Max's side, in his house, in the part of the house we spent together, slept together.

Even when he wasn't home I lived in that space, put away his groceries, cooked in his kitchen, and vacuumed his rugs. Sometimes I even dressed appropriately.

My favorite spot still, was sitting on his floor in the corner waiting for him to come home. I would stare at the door and perk up every time I heard a car, a horn. Why did I like that? He didn't even know I was there, maybe it was just for me. I started to think maybe I was a present for him, waiting to be unwrapped, waiting for him to open me up, have fun with me and my body. Sometimes I fixed my lipstick by looking in the reflection of the liquor cabinet or TV. Sometimes I stretched and put my heels over my head, I stretched, I sang, I just rolled around the carpet. Next time I might wait for him to cum on me, I would smile and stick out my tongue. I would inch up and beg him to orgasm, beg him for his sperm, beg him to let me swallow. Then later I would take him inside of me and then listen because it was his turn to beg me.

I took a long shower, I then took a long bath, I soaked, I cleaned myself inside and out. I took another shower. I wanted to put on makeup, I was dreaming about it while I was soaking. Imagining what colors I would use on a quiet Saturday. I could just get up, put on lipstick, put on mascara, no big deal, no one would be surprised. I wanted to fix my lips like Amber's, like Anja's, like a woman. The two of them had perfect lips, even more perfect than Megan's, they had the greatest technique, they showed me and now I was part of their club. The perfect lips club. I loved that I had their friendship in my life. I texted both of them, I sent them a picture of the dress I wanted to wear today. I wanted to know what color to paint my lips.

'Red, red, red' Amber texted.

'You better wear white platform heels too, you slut.' Anja texted right after.

I thanked them, they made me smile, I couldn't wait to talk about our technique together, I couldn't wait to bring up my new one with a hard cock, with Max's hard cock. I was ready to join a new club.

I painted my nails, I was all red. I put on my lipstick, my new color, perfect for my outfit of the day. I slipped on the shoulderless long dress, hiding my red strapless bra, my nude thigh highs, my red bikini panties. I slipped on the white sandals, four-inch with a slight platform. I found a white clutch. I posed, I took pictures to send to the two girls. They told me I looked beautiful, stunning. I made them send pictures of themselves. They always looked lovely, I was jealous of their smiles, their lives, their bodies. I hoped mine would soon be similar to theirs.

'Thank you ladies, you two are the most beautiful women in the world...' I texted them, I always called them ladies, they always sent me something crazy back. They didn't like to be called ladies they preferred bitches or sluts or even whores, but I was too nice to call them that.

Lastly, I put on my Decadence perfume, I smiled at the new improved woman in the mirror. She knew she had to do something she didn't want to do. She was quite over things now, but she had to, they would expect it.

"Oh, well." I hummed as I went through my routine.

I fluffed up my hair, I changed my earrings, I put on something big and round instead of long and dangly. I grabbed my white clutch, I shifted to the other side of the house, I wanted to see Max, I wanted to get our Zoom call over with. Afterward, I wanted to do something, anything. A quick call and then I would forget that Lula and Beth existed until next time.

"Wow, you look sensational."

"Do I?" I curtsied.

"Yes, Sabrina, you know you do." He laughed, he took my hand and we sat down in front of his laptop. I let his hands wander all over me, I let him get reacquainted with my body again. "The girlfriends are going to be impressed with how beautiful you have become." I looked at him, I was thinking he was teasing me, but then again maybe he wasn't. Max treated me very differently than the two women, he always did. He thought about me differently too, I was always a 'woman' to him, right from the beginning, right from the day he saw me in my dirndl dress. Halloween was only a couple of weeks away, maybe I would wear it again for him unless I found something he would love even better. But maybe I would wear it for the third time, I would do anything to make him happy. Unfortunately, the two women would be home by then. I was hoping Max would help me give out candy to the kids. I was hoping the two women went out to eat with the Antonellis.

The camera in Argentina went on. The two women were on the same couch, in the same positions they were always in, even the same outfits. They never paid attention to us at first, it was a chore.

"Hey, can you hear us?" Max was always the first to talk, he always seemed happy to see them, happy to tell him his news whether they listened or not. "Anything happening today?"

"Uh, no, we got some work to catch up on." Lula was answering, she was on her phone, she was probably talking to someone else she liked more.

"Beth ya know what, Carol, my sister is getting married, isn't that great? She is having an engagement party Saturday."

"Really, she breaks up with that jerk, moves out, and meets someone else already." I could tell Beth was annoyed, she had to talk.

"Well she is marrying that jerk, Randy, and he's okay. He is the one that called and invited us to the party."

"I'm glad I'm missing that, take Bloody Mary with you." She was now focused on me. "What's with that red?" She hated everything I wore. I would never admit it to anyone but I tended to dress for her, I wanted her to see how feminine and girlie I was becoming. I wanted to show her I was completely different than her, I dressed like a woman, and she dressed like a teenage boy, the two of them did.

"Well?"

I just smiled. I knew I looked perfect, my two friends confirmed it. If I didn't they would have made suggestions, they would have made me change, and a couple of times in the past they have. I knew I wasn't perfect but with my friends' help, I was pretty close.

Max took my hand. "Doesn't Sabrina look great?" He smiled at me, I smiled back, he made me feel so wonderful. I started imagining going to a party, meeting his family.

"Yeah great, like a fucking fire engine. ha." Beth thought she was hysterical. "Don't wear that to the party, don't embarrass us."

Lula looked up. Finally looking at us. "How many dresses do you have now, you must have a thousand of 'em." She went back to her phone. I just shrugged, maybe I had two thousand why would she care, either way, I didn't have enough.

Beth moaned. "Each one in a worse color, next time wear lime green, ha, wear lemon yellow attract some bees, ha. I bet you have shoes to match every fucking one of your ugly dresses, you must waste so much money."

"Okay, we will let you go, get back to work." And Max shut the camera, he shook his head, they were gone, I felt instantly better. He moved closer to me, put his hand under my chin, and looked at my red lips. "Will I smush your lips?"

"Who cares." And we made out on the couch, he then cupped my breasts, he put them to his mouth and kissed them, he kissed my neck. He was making me moan.

"Mmm, I love you in red." He looked at me as he rubbed my breasts. "I love you in green and I especially love you in yellow." And we kissed again, I moved closer and put my fingers into his hair. He whispered. "I once saw you in a tiny sexy yellow dress, it barely covered your panties. I was looking for you and you were outside. You were taking pictures and you were in yellow."

"Really? That was a long time ago, maybe when I first moved in."

"That was the day I decided I was going to visit you with drinks. You changed out of the yellow, you were wearing white, you had the highest heels on, heh."

"I would have stayed in yellow if I knew you liked it."

We stopped kissing, he lifted me up, we walked toward the door and he gazed at me in the mirror. "I love you in any color, I consider myself very lucky. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my sister, I wanted it to be a surprise, but would you like to go with me to the engagement party?"

I smiled at his reflection. "I do. I want to meet your mother, I want to meet your sister and give her a ride in the car." I gave him a sly smile. I felt a little too thrilled.

I turned around and let him smush my lips again. "We will have to stay over, is that okay?"

"Ooh, you are taking me on a getaway? I would so love that, I can't wait to pack."

"Well don't get too delighted, we can stay with my mother, or I can get a hotel." We kissed again, I was enjoying this conversation, I wished the two women were listening to us, I wished they knew how much our relationship had escalated. "My sister lives there too, but my mother is, well, traditional. Very traditional."

"I would love to stay with your mother. Is that okay?"

"It will be... with her."

He kissed the top of my forehead. we left and went into the Jeep, he was taking me somewhere, somewhere I will love.

*

We went to a museum, I bought some gifts, we wandered for over an hour. We left and did some more shopping, we bought beer, mixers, rum, and champagne, and then we bought an engagement gift for Carol and Randy. We drove by the ocean, we went for a quick walk near an overview. We took pictures near the scenic route, the perfect picture place, I sent them to the two girls.

Anja sent a picture back, she was at a huge store, she was surrounded by people. She texted, 'Why are you not here with me? Look at these outfits...'

She called, "Sabrina, I am taking you here this week, you will love it, the two of us do not have enough dresses." I was thinking that I knew that. I giggled and told her about the call with Beth and Lula being a little mean to me, I told her about the ugly dress remark. I told her I was glad Max hung up.

"Let's call them up next week, let's tell them to go fuck themselves, haha." She giggled nice and loud, "wait they are doing that already, ha."

I realized Max had me in his arms the whole call, the whole time he was listening, the whole time we were taking in the view.

*

"Can we take a detour?" I asked Max, he smiled, he knew where I wanted to go, where I wanted to pass by. It was early evening, it was still a little light out, it was a beautiful September Saturday. We weren't too far from Max's house, we made a turn and I saw four people, four people behind their fence, the perfect family, I felt something in my chest, behind my breastplate, we pulled over.

"Hi."

"Sabrina, hi. Mom this is the girl with that great car." I looked up, behind Nicole, behind her brother was a beautiful woman, dark blonde hair, and a long flowing tan dress. She was holding a trowel. She walked over to us.

"Wow, look at you two. I didn't know Nicole had such gorgeous friends. I'm Nikki."

I smiled, I introduced us and her husband walked over. I had a bag, I gave Nicole and Nicklaus little boxes, science projects from the museum. I gave Nikki a bottle of champagne. I would have kept everything in the car until I saw them, they would never know how happy they made me being outside, I couldn't even understand it myself.

"I'm sorry to bother you, this is a thank you for watching my car last week."

Nikki and her husband smiled, She said, "No problem at all. One day come by and we can share it once it's nice and cold." We exchanged numbers, we said goodbye, I wanted them to get on with their perfect life, I didn't want to distract them.

"Goodnight," We said and little Nicole and Nicklaus waved bye to us, I watched in the mirror and waved the whole time too.

***

I was all in beige, my new favorite color.

Two more weeks until Lula and Beth returned to the states. I felt a sense of dread inside me. I had to consciously push it out of my mind. I tried to never think of them. I made believe they didn't even exist when Max and I watched clips of beautiful CDs and their admirers. Forgot what they even looked like when we took pictures together and he videoed me while I strut around the yard, the sidewalks. Imagined they were never born when we made love in his bed, in the kitchen, on the floors, in the back seat of my violet car.

"Pina Colada?"

"Oh my god, of course." Amber was excited, Max made drinks. No alcohol for me, I was driving north, heading to a party. Amber and Anja came to help, came to supervise, came to check out the house and my closet before they went out to lunch together. They were getting me involved. The boys were outside, I could see them through my window, we knocked, we made sure they knew we were thinking about them, fantasizing.

"Come on let's show them your lingerie, you are such an exhibitionist slut."

"No."

"Yes."

Anja was opening my blinds, she was calling the guys, she wanted them to turn around and watch me get dressed, get dressed for the engagement party. She was making us laugh, soon she had her dress off and she was trying on my little yellow dress from the closet, my yellow high heels. "I think I am going to borrow this tonight, 'kay?"

Amber was too busy drying my hair, taking it out of rollers, curling it with the curling iron.

"She had a heart of gold, she had a golden heart." I sang, I watched Amber in the mirror.

"What is that?"

"I wrote a song for you, right now, I am very talented."

She laughed, "I can see that, now stop fidgeting."

Once done I was in front of the full-length mirror, in the light beige dress, nude pantyhose, my D-cup bra, and breasts. I had on five-inch platform sandals, I was taller than the other two women by at least four inches.

"Are you nervous about meeting the family?" Amber was asking while putting on the collar to cover my seams. While she was fluffing me up. Anja was posing in front of my mirror.

"A little." She made me turn around, she was fixing my dress, the collar, I was watching her, I started to cry, a tear was going down my cheek. She was being so helpful, so nice to me, part of me wasn't used to it, a big part of me was used to Lula and Beth teasing me, and the teasing was getting increasingly worse.

Amber smiled, she wiped the tear with her finger, she was quiet. She gave me a quick hug, it was perfect. It was exactly what I needed. She took my hand and we headed into the backyard.

"Okay, let's go, finish up!" Amber called, Anja brought up the rear wearing my little yellow dress, she was holding my small suitcase. It was a present from her and her boyfriend. She was holding my makeup case, it was a present from Amber.

"A little help," She said as she put them down outside of the door. We all laughed as Max grabbed the two bags and we headed to the violet car, as he put everything into the trunk to lay next to his backpack. We kissed goodbye, we made plans for when we came back, we made plans and I was very happy about it.

You know, plans.

*

I was driving, my car was nice and cool, music playing through the speakers. I loved looking down at my thighs, my legs in nylon, my heels as I drove. I felt very lucky, I was getting delighted. Everything seemed quite normal, natural, just visiting the relatives. No big deal.

"How long does it take to get to your mom's?"

"Mmm, Santa Clarita, maybe an hour and a half, depends on traffic." He was watching me, he told me he loved my nails, they were long and beige. They matched my lips, almost matched my dress. "My sister is going to love you."

"Really? How about everyone else?"

"I don't care about everyone else, I only care about Carol, and SHE will love you."

"How did you explain me to your mother?" I wanted to know, I wanted to be prepared.

"Explained, mmm, I don't know. I told her you were an interior designer, blonde, I told her we kind of lived together and you love German beer and German food." He then laughed, "That is you in a nutshell." He laughed even harder. "I also told her you were transgender, is that okay?"

"Mmm-mmm, if you think so."

We drove, the traffic was light, we were driving through the Valley. I pulled over, he didn't even ask. We were in a crowded lot, Saturday in the park, views to the front and side. I took out my brush and ran it through my hair, I was looking in the mirror he was looking at me, I was ignoring him. I wanted to be playful, I felt so feminine, so relaxed, all of a sudden I was so horny.

"Max, can we move into the back seat, I want to show you something." I didn't look at him, I was now putting on more mascara, just a touch, just on the bottom lashes.

He got out, he was in the back. I repositioned the mirror to see him, I smiled. This was a very interesting development. I had a man in my car, I was wearing a beautiful dress, beautiful heels, I wanted to taste him. All I did was ask, nicely. He was now in my backseat, patiently waiting for me. This was a scenario that would have never occurred if I was with Lula. I was thinking I was going to enjoy this, maybe even the rest of my life, I wasn't used to having even the tiniest bit of sway at all. I wasn't used to being able to initiate sex.

I stood outside the car, I smiled at the men with dogs, children on bikes, and women checking their steps. I knocked and Max opened the window. I leaned in, my breasts hanging, my very long hair in front of my face, my earrings leaning against my cheeks. He slid closer, he cupped my breasts.

"Can I help you?"

"No thank you," I teased, "I'm new here, I'm just checking out the view." I smiled as he played, he now had one hand massaging his cock, the other still on my breast.

"Well, the view is the other way."

"Mmm, is it?"

He opened his zipper, he maneuvered his cock, it was standing up to attention.

"The view is getting better."

"Would you like a closer look? Would you like some binoculars?" He had a sly smile on his face. I loved playing like this, teasing, flirting.

My lips were moving around, I was thinking. My eyes were looking toward the ceiling of the car. "I guess." And I slipped into the back, I leaned into him and grabbed his manhood. We started to make out in the back of the violet car, my car. I loved feeling him against my body, the silkiness of my dress rubbing against the coarseness of his shirt, his light beard. I always felt so small next to him. I always felt tiny against his body. His hands were so large, his shoulders, arms, and legs were so much bigger than mine. I was thinner than four months ago, I was tighter, I used all of Beth's exercise equipment, I exercised four times as much as before I moved in with him.

He slid his hand up my thigh. He playfully slapped them, he grabbed and rubbed harder. "I love your legs, you know I think about them at the most inappropriate times at work."

"Well, if you call me I would come to visit you and show them off. I would stand in front of all of your coworkers and friends and just pose. Just one call, I'm good like that."

He put his hands on my cheek, his smile so big, his finger on my lips, I kissed it. "I know you would, I love that about you. I love that you are willing to do anything for me, well for anybody." He kissed me lightly on the lips.

I grabbed his hard cock, I started to jerk him off as we kissed, as we heard the people outside and behind us. I played with his manhood, tickled his balls, scratched him with my long nails. "Would you mind if I sucked your cock in the backseat? It's a little bit of a fantasy of mine."

"Ha, only if you are not that busy."

I smiled, I pushed him back, I gave him a look, I went down on his cock. I slid him down my lips, pressure making it better, making him even more excited. He loved my lips, my fingers, my toes, he loved almost everything. I started to suck, I wanted him to cum, I wanted to be at the party and be able to still taste him, still feel his hands on my shoulders, my thighs. I sucked and swirled my tongue on his cock, played with his balls, I was starting to get great at turning him on and keeping him interested.

His hand went to the silicone breasts. I could tell he loved that I was transgendered, he loved telling people, he loved the word on his lips. Personally, I considered myself a crossdresser with a little gender dysphoria, but trans was easier. No one needed to be enlightened and I loved that.

I was getting excited myself, I slipped my finger inside my pantyhose, my panties, and I played. I wasn't really tucked, just positioned downward in my panties, my dress was quite full. I played as I sucked. Suddenly I felt a finger enter me, Max had run his hand down my back and slid into my pantyhose. His middle finger was now moving, hitting places I didn't even know were erogenous zones. I started moving trying to get his finger deeper as his cock moved in and out of my mouth. Before we met I didn't know I would love something inside me like that. I was quite surprised at how excited, how much I came when he played with my ass.

When his entire finger was inside I gave a little yelp and he started to cum in my mouth, I sucked harder, I played with my 'clit' a little faster. By the time he was done, so was I. I liked when we came together, I liked when we did everything together. He slowly retracted his digit from me as I licked his cock from top to bottom, I licked him clean, I was now officially ready to meet his family.

*

I followed the signs to Santa Clarita. I was thinking I had never had any control in any relationship that I ever had. What was it about Lula that I liked? She wasn't that nice to me, we didn't have that much sex and she never gave me oral sex ever. I also never asked. But the worst thing was that she rather hang out with others instead of me, she always made me feel a little inferior, but I think that is what she needed, that is what she liked about the relationship. I started to realize that I liked her in the dominant role, she paid the bills, she selected the restaurants, she even selected the friends. I did what she said, I tagged along, and she was right I was very low maintenance.

Now here I was driving, driving my boyfriend to see his family. If I didn't want to go to the party he wouldn't have been angry with me. Last week I asked him to go with me to the museum, to buy Nicole a present. I asked him to go to the liquor store with me, I wanted him to make Pina Coladas for the girls, I asked him to let me suck his cock in the backseat of a car.

I looked at him, I smiled, he smiled back. "Sabrina with your hair like that, you look like the perfect California girl."

"I have never told you about me growing up in New York."

"We have time." He leaned over he squeezed my thigh, I parked next to a little electric car. We were here. We were at the party. The first time I ever met 'the family,' anyone's family, then I remembered Nicole's wonderful one. This will be easy.

*

Max took the presents out of the truck, we were going to leave the bags until later. I looked up from my trunk, the house was nice, we were on Novela Way, a nice little neighborhood. It was surrounded by cars and other similar houses. I was just a little nervous, Max was rubbing my arm, kissing my neck, "Ready?"

"Mmm."

"Hi." There was a little girl at the next house she was sitting on the front stoop, she was surrounded by bushes, she was holding a book. She was in a long pink and purple princess-type dress.

We walked closer to her, she had very long whitish blonde hair, it was on her knees as she sat, it was a wig.

"Hi, I love your dress." I smiled at her, she stood and she spun around showing me her costume and her low pink heels.

"I'm Tiffany." She looked over my shoulder, "You are Max," And then she looked up at me, "And you are so beautiful. I love beige, can I touch your dress?"

I giggled, she was cute, she was so friendly, "You can, I'm Sabrina. I love your name."

"I picked it out."

I bent down, she was probably older than Nicole, maybe twelve, she was a little taller, she smelled like strawberries. "You did?" I turned around and looked at Max, he had the greatest smile on his face, he now had his hands in my hair.

"I wanted Sabrina to meet you, um, Tiffany. You two are so much alike."

I looked back at the little girl, her eyes lit up, her smile was so big, I realized she was transgender, underneath this lovely dress she was a boy. I took her hand, I started to cry again. I still felt Max's hands in my hair. Tiffany wiped my tears, just like Amber did earlier. I heard a commotion, I heard people.

"Max!"

I said goodbye to Tiffany, I told her I wanted to see her later if that was okay. She gave me her book. "A present, I have read it so many times."

I took her hand and put it to my cheek, I read the title, "The Morning I Became A Princess.' "Thank you. I will read it before bed, it will give me perfect dreams." I put it inside my clutch.

*

The party was loud, it was crowded, the house wasn't that big, and everyone was drinking and talking, it was fun. I met Carol, she seemed very nice. She never even brought up Beth's name. She gave me a tour, she told me she missed Malibu. I met her fiance, Randy, and some of their friends. Everyone was great, everyone had been drinking for over an hour, we would have to catch up.

"Finally." Max introduced me to his mother. She had an accent, thick, Germanic, I could tell she was in charge. "Finally Max is with a woman who could be German, blonde, I thought this day would never come."

I didn't know what to say, "Thank you?"

"Ha, yes, I mean no, thank YOU." And she shook her head, she laughed, and so did Max and his sister. She made me call her Mom.

We took pictures with everyone and I sent them to Amber and Anja. We walked around holding glasses of German beer, so dissimilar to the Celebrator in our fridge at home, our home.

I met the neighbors.

"Hi,"

"Sabrina this is the Martins, Trisha, and Jason, they live next door."

"Oh, so nice to meet you. You are Tiffany's parents?" I smiled, I was genuinely happy to meet them, but I could tell her father was embarrassed.

"Roy, her, I mean his name is Roy." The father told me, he talked very low. I was getting sad fast, it reminded me of when I was young being caught wearing a dress like it was such a bad thing. Such a big deal. The disappointment in my parents' faces, the quietness around the dinner table.

"Is she coming to the party?"

"Roy won't come, he's home, who knows what he's doing." The mother said, and then they walked away, now involved with different neighbors. I watched them, I felt Max's arm on my shoulder. I could feel his support. I left him and I went over to the Martins, they were in the middle of a discussion, there were six of them talking, I was outside the circle I was the seventh wheel. I was the one that wasn't needed, I was also the one that would make all the difference.

"Excuse me, Trisha, I'm sorry but can I go over and talk to Tiffany?" She looked at me, she moved away from the friends, I don't think she wanted to discuss this with them listening.

"No, he's fine."

"Please." I looked at her, she seemed like a reasonable woman, she seemed like she was probably a good mother. She shook her head, and she started walking back toward her friends, but I followed, Max was now behind me again. "Trisha, please, maybe I can bring her to the party, I'm sure she would love it."

She looked at me I could tell she and her husband were done talking to this nosy blonde.

"Um, I am just like her."

And then they all turned and looked at me. I was thinking, was I now that passable, was I now completely female in my appearance that no one would expect I was transgender? But then I realized, it was my confidence, it was my proximity to Max. It was the thought of my friends. That is what made you more female, not the expensive dresses, the perfume, the plumper lips. Others made you more female in your mind and to others. It was all about how others treated you and perceived you.

*

I was holding a plate with a hot dog on it, french fries. I was holding an orange soda. Trisha told me to just walk in, go to the back, knock on the door with a picture of Snow White on it.

"Tiffany?" I called. I heard shuffling. "Tiffany, it's me Sabrina, Sabrina with the beige dress."

She opened the door slowly, she smiled at me, she was in a boys' room.

Fifteen minutes later, she was done with lunch. I had touched everything, I had looked through all her books, all her clothes, all her trucks, and collectibles. She was now wearing a T-shirt and a little beige skirt. She was wearing sneakers with little frilly white socks. I was brushing her hair, her real hair. Her wig was on her desk, next to her action figures, her lip gloss.

"Did you know that right inside here," I stopped brushing, I pointed to her temple. "Right here," And I tapped, she watched me through her mirror. "Is the place that all princesses live, right here. We can always be one, no matter what we are wearing, no matter where we are, or who we are talking to. You don't have to look like a princess to be one."

"Oh yeah? Okay."

I smiled, I was still brushing, her hair wasn't long but it did come down past her collar, she found a little barret and it made her look more feminine. I watched her put on her lips gloss.

"Are you ready to go to the party?"

"Uh, no, my father won't like it. I don't want to go."

I got down to her level, fixed her shirt, checked the little clip-on earrings she had on. I felt like Amber, I felt a little like a 'real female.' I wanted Tiffany to relax, to accept herself, but I knew it would be hard. I knew it would be close to impossible, if she was anything at all like me it would take a long time. I wasn't going to push her, she would have to find her own sense of herself on her own. She would know when she was ready. I was very proud of her. I could sense she was so much stronger than me, especially at her age.

"Okay. Maybe we can do something together tomorrow before I go back to Malibu."

She smiled, "You live in Malibu, like Malibu Barbie?"

"Ha, I guess I do. I don't look like Malibu Barbie. Max's mom says I look, German."

She smiled, it was the happiest she had looked all day. "My mother has a plastic pink car from when she was my age. It was Malibu Barbie's car." She walked away, moved to her closet, she had a lot of cars and trucks parked on the floor. She pulled out the big pink car and showed me. She let me take pictures of it, she even let me take pictures of her, and then we together.

We were on the bed, I felt I was here too long, I should probably get back to Max, to his mother, to Tiffany's mother. We were looking at all the pictures we took, she was so happy, I felt so good. I wished I could do something for her, anything, but all I had was my time and an itsy bitsy tiny bit of knowledge.

"Can I send this one to my friends?" We were looking at us holding the pink car, I had a surprised look on my face, my eyes wide, my hand in front of my lips, Tiffany was laughing.

"Is that the best one?"

"It is, it's the one that makes me the happiest."

I showed her a picture of Amber's salon. I showed her pictures of Amber and Anja. "Your friends are so pretty."

"All my friends are pretty, especially you."

*

"Sabrina, look over here. Look how drunk I am." I was just guessing Carol was, um, drunk. She was making me laugh, she was trying to dance. She pulled my arm, she led me between others who were dancing. I saw Max and Randy watching, they were laughing and shaking their heads. I didn't know what I was in for. I couldn't dance to save my life.

"C'mon just move." So I did, she finally let go of me.

"Here you go." It was Max's mom, she gave me a drink, something red, something with a froth on top. "You are going to need this." And soon we danced and drank. Max walked next to me and I held on to him. Everyone else sort of bounced and swayed, even the Martins and the other neighbors, it was nice.

I was in the kitchen, I was getting a drink of water from the sink and Max came over and kissed my cheek. He smiled at me, it was nice. I wasn't used to being all dressed up at a party, I wasn't used to being a date, a female on a date. Max watched me as I leaned against the kitchen counter, we were quiet, it was much louder in the other rooms. I started to wonder, did I need a man in my life, what would have happened if I just stayed at his house and we didn't interact, or hid in my room, would I have met someone else. Would I of had to meet a man?

"I told you my sister was going to love you." He walked over to me, bent down, and kissed my lips. I had my hands on his chest. I think I'd rather have a man if I had a choice. Now, after everything. When I was dressed up, in lingerie, heels, and makeup, it was men that made me sexually excited. I haven't been out of dresses or makeup for months, and this felt all too real, all too perfect.

"I like Carol, she knows how to have fun."

"She told me she loved you, but I knew she would."

We went back to the others, he was holding my hand. No one looked at us weird, no one gave me dirty looks, no one even paid attention. He sat and I sat next to him, we were a couple and everyone just assumed we would do things that couples do. Soon Carol opened her presents, we had Champagne, we listened to quieter music. I talked to all the guests, having a man's hand on your thigh or moving the hair out of your eyes made everything easier.

Everyone slowly started to leave, we were able to see the rug, the chairs. It was just me, Randy, and the family. Their mom was cleaning up, I was trying to help, trying to stay out of the way.

"Sabrina you have a visitor." Max's mom took the rag I was holding and I turned around, It was Tiffany.

We all watched her, she was still in the outfit she let me dress her in. I could tell she was nervous. Max and Randy went further away to sit on the couch. I put out my arms I wanted her to step into the room.

I watched her take a deep breath, she looked around at the five of us and walked closer to me. she was holding a little pocketbook. I took her hands. "Hi, thanks for coming, you are so late."

She laughed, "I have something for you." She opened her bag, she handed me a card. I looked at her and smiled. I opened it up and looked inside it, it was a picture. A picture of a little girl, with long white hair in a pink and purple dress. "I want you to have this, it's my mom."

I looked at her, tears formed in my eyes so quick I couldn't even try to stop them. I got on my knees, I hugged her. She started to cry with me. I stopped to look at her and we laughed. "Do you think one day you and I could dress up like Malibu Barbi? Maybe this Halloween?"

She shook her head, she started to cry again. Max's mom and sister were even crying. She stayed until it got too late and Max and I walked her home, we said goodnight to her and her family. We said we would like to see them tomorrow.

Max held my hand tight while we made it back into the quieter house. "The plan was always to have you meet her. I didn't even know her name until today."

I looked at him, "Her parents didn't know her name until today either." I took a deep breath, I finished someone's red frothy drink. "That was a pretty good party." I announced 'the understatement of the year' to everyone while they lounged on the couches and threw pillows at me.

*

"Come on I will show you to your room," We were following Max's mom, he had my two bags. "Here you go. Goodnight. Max, you can stay in your room, all night please."

Max put my bags on the dresser. "That's the rules." And he shrugged.

"Really? I was looking forward to cuddling with you tonight." I put my head on his shoulder.

"I told you she was traditional. No sleeping in the same bed until there are wedding rings involved. Carol and Randy have two rooms, they are not even on the same floor."

I was thinking that it was so cute. I liked it, I liked his mom thinking of us as being innocent. I was going to text my friends and tell them, they would get a laugh out of me being innocent. "Okay, I guess I can survive one night by myself." I kissed him it was an extra-long goodnight kiss, I wanted him to know how much fun I had today. He left and then I called him back. I needed another kiss. I used to always be by myself, but now I was used to sleeping in his bed, I was used to sleeping with a big hairy man.

I got changed, put on my nightgown and I read the book Tiffany gave me, it was nice, it was a fantastic fantasy. I dreamt I was a princess all night.

***

"So when can we move in?"

"What, you want to come back." Max was surprised, his sister wanted to live with him in Malibu again.

"We do. Plus I can hang with Sabrina. Randy is going to work closer to your place than here, aren't you coming back this week."

The next morning we all had breakfast together. The five of us, plus Tiffany and the Martins. It was nice sitting at a full table in the morning, all dressed up and ready for a new day. The conversation was becoming too complicated for me.

"I am but just for two nights." He told them, he looked at me. "Sabrina is now living in your old apartment."

They all looked at me, I got nervous, I still hated to be the main topic of discussion. "I am, I'm sorry. I am keeping it clean."

"Ha, are you, you are too good for us." Carol was giggling she grabbed my thigh and shook. "First you take my car and now you have my apartment. And I can tell you have already stolen my favorite brother," She giggled some more, she didn't seem too upset losing her house, her car, or even her brother to me. "We'll figure something out, I have time to wiggle into both of your lives. Were not getting married for another four months anyway.

"I can't wait to go to a wedding." I smiled at the couple, I smiled at Tiffany. "Tiff do you have a dress in your closet for a wedding?"

Her eyes moved to look toward her parents, "Um, not really, but, I really like you calling me Tiff, it makes me sound cool."

"Ha, you are cool." Everyone had a smile on their face, Tiffany was opening up already. I could tell her mother wasn't minding it at all, even though her father looked just slightly uncomfortable. That would soon change. "We will go shopping with my friends, we will have so much fun. We will let them pick out our dresses, they were born with great taste."

"And what about me?" Trish wanted to be involved and so did Max's mom.

I squinted my eyes. "We will see, right Tiff?"

"Right, um, Sab... do you have a nickname?"

"Hmm, not yet, but by the time we go shopping for the wedding you better find me one, that's your mission." I shrugged.

She smiled, she was having fun planning for the future, "Okay."

After breakfast, we all said goodbye and planned even more things for the future. You know, more plans.

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End of Part 5 of 6

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Author's Note: The Last Call? I am just so clever, ha... well not really I just realized that right now, ha... But it is The Last Chapter, everything comes together, things get sad, aww... but life is full of ups and downs, ins and outs, over and easies... even princesses and cocktails... Surprisingly I put a little bit of music in this chapter, usually, I have a soundtrack from the beginning, but I guess this one didn't need it, well until the end... I hope YOU like it, oh, and the ending as well... I love you all and thank you for making it to the end... S.

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THE LAST CALL

"Beth wants us to call, make plans to pick them up."

"Oh, okay. Let me get changed."

It was the beginning of the week, we had just gotten home from Carol's party yesterday. We were outside in the garden, it was warm, getting cooler. Max walked over to me, he took my hands. He was looking at me, his eyes made their way down to the silicone breasts, I was practically hanging out of this little dress. And it was so short, the tops of my stockings were showing. I couldn't wear this dress to talk to Lula and Beth, they would say inappropriate things to me the entire call. His hands went onto my back as he pulled me to him, they drifted to my ass. We started to kiss, make out. If the neighbors looked out their side window they would see Max's hands now up my dress, playing with my ass, fingers inching inside of me. I was so loose from our fucking, he slid in so easily, he was up to the knuckle before another one slipped in.

"The women are going to look at you and know that you have changed."

I stopped kissing him, I looked up, I loved he called them 'the women' and not 'the girlfriends' now. "Have I changed?" He had three fingers inside me and his hard cock pressed against my tight stomach. We squeezed our bodies together. I was having trouble talking, paying attention. I was on my way to another wonderful orgasm.

"You have, you have changed so much since you first walked into this house and I gave you a key. You have changed even more since I gave you another key, I would like to experiment with more keys." He laughed.

*

Max wouldn't let me change. I went to my room and put a little choker around my neck, pink to match my short dress. Pink to match my nails and lips, pink to match my high sandals. I brushed my hair in the mirror, I loved the new style, the new cut. I loved I didn't have to wear a wig anymore unless I wanted a different look, become a different person. Amber took so long to decide what would look best on me. She went through so many pictures on her phone, she wanted me perfect. She even had me in different wigs to check the length, the color, I let her mold me like a doll. She called Anja and her husband in to check our status, check the cut, the style, I had three people fussing with me. I would let them do whatever they thought was right, friends always knew what was best.

There was always someone who knew what to do in the world. You had to trust some people, not everyone, but you could easily weed out the ones that didn't know, didn't know what was right for you. Gretchen and Eric at the German restaurant knew what to eat, drink, knew what everyone would like. Max knew how to make me feel wonderful, take me over the edge and make me feel like a 'woman.' Max's sister, Carol, knew how you felt, what you needed, spiritually, she had a road map to your heart. And she knew how to have fun. Even me, I could turn your room, your house, your life, anything into an oasis, I just needed you to trust me.

Thick, bangs, blunt cut right above my breasts, darker, almost red. No extensions, all me. I have changed. Max was right, I was a completely different person. It had almost nothing to do with my hair, that was just the most obvious.

It had been two weeks since I had been on a video call with the women in Argentina, on the other side of the world. The two of them were nasty to me, I really didn't understand it, they were so encouraging when this whole thing started. Now, I wished they were staying there forever, I didn't miss either of them, I was dreading them coming back. They would tease me, judge me, ignore me... which was probably the worst thing. I haven't even gotten a text from Lula in so long, it had to be over a month. She had forgotten about me just like I had been forgetting about her.

I put perfume on my wrists and then made my way to the other side of the house, the one where I have spent most of my time in. I had completely taken over Beth's place in the house, her bed, her relationship with her man.

Max was holding two glasses of beer, almost black, our new favorite. Something we didn't share with the women, something that I never would.

"Ready?"

I smiled, I wasn't. I was even more uncomfortable with them watching me, studying. They were going to think I was flaunting my breasts, my legs, even my long nails, but I wasn't. This was just me. It felt like that long ago dinner when I introduced them to my girl self. When I was so much younger, with no confidence or even a sexual history. I was a completely different person, with completely different hair.

*

Max, clicked, the camera went on, a couple of dings. The two women were in t-shirts on the couch, their legs were cut off. They were sitting as far apart from each other as was possible on the gray couch.

"Hey, can you hear us?" Max adjusted the laptop and smiled at the camera.

"Hi," I spoke, I was planning on staying quiet after that. I smiled.

"Yeah," Beth was bored, Argentina was probably no fun anymore. "God, I can't wait to get back to California,"

"Soon."

Lula was on her phone, "Max, I'm sending you the information, for Thursday."

"What are you wearing?" It was Beth, we guessed she was talking to me. "Sabrina, what, you have breasts now?" She started laughing. "You finally went through your changes. I guess you are using all my Tampax now, ha."

I just smiled, I was.

"You look a little ridiculous. That wig is terrible." Lula looked up from her phone, I could tell she disapproved. "I hope you don't go out like that." Lula went back to her phone, she couldn't even be bothered to look at me properly, for more than a few seconds. They were obnoxious, terrible humans.

Max ran his fingers through my hair, moving it slightly from my eyes, proving that it was real. He spoke to me, "You look incredible." I smiled, he was right, I didn't need to listen to them, their negativity, their teasing. His hand went down my cheeks, he made me feel warm inside, I had to cross my legs. I realized that I didn't need their approval anymore. He moved closer to me, our legs were touching.

Max looked back at the laptop, "So Thursday, okay. I have to leave Friday morning, go up north I will be back sometime Sunday."

The conversation was moving on, it was about the flight, the pickup, though I could tell Beth was annoyed with me. Annoyed that Max was showing me too much affection. I crossed my legs again and she made a face, shook her head. I had my heel against Max's leg, slightly rubbing it, I didn't even realize it. Max leaned into me, put his arm behind me on the couch, and Beth and Lula both shook their heads. Beth was looking up at the ceiling. She was getting angry, I didn't care.

"How is the weather there?" He asked, they didn't answer.

They haven't seen me in so long, they never ask me any questions, in four months, not one hello, how are you, what have you been doing.

Finally, the call was over, it was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I was finally able to breathe when Max's backsplash of a '57 Chevy, showed up on his Laptop. Max handed me the black beer, he smiled at me, he played with my hair. We drank, he kissed me, we drank and he kissed me again.

"Lula and Beth don't like me anymore."

"Who cares about them? They are just grouchy, they have been away too long." He whispered, he licked my chest, my neck, my lips. He started kissing me, we have kissed so much since I moved into his apartment, barged into his life. The strong alcohol on our tongues, my fingers playing with his hair. Soon we were fucking. We were fucking like long-time lovers on the couch. The voices of the two disapproving women were still circling the living room, I could even smell them, Lula's musk soap and her smoker's breath, and Beth's overuse of perfume. I shook my head, I concentrated on Max's penis ramming inside of me. To think this used to hurt, now it was so wonderful. Just the weight of his body on top of me made me excited, just his breath on my neck, his touch on my cheek. I knew, I realized why I waited so long, part of me wanted to make sure that Max was serious about me. I wanted to make sure I wasn't just a diversion while Beth was far away. I also wanted to make sure this was the right direction for me.

The couch was making so much noise. I wanted him to call them again, I wanted them to spy us fucking. I wanted the two of them jealous. I wanted to tell them I have been sucking his cock for months, kissing his lips, doing everything for him, unlike either of them, especially Beth. He never even talked about her anymore.

I spied my tiny pink panties, they were on my right ankle. My small 'clit' was dangling, I was covering it with my hand, my long pink nails drawing attention to that part of my body. His hard large cock was going in and out of me, I watched it disappear. I soon had my legs over his shoulders, the nylon brushing his cheeks. I now covered myself with both of my hands, my dress was pushed way up, my nakedness was completely on display, my thighs, my crotch, my belly, I was always a little embarrassed by it.

"Sabrina, you don't have to hide that part of yourself."

He smiled, he held my calves as he plowed his hard cock into me. My clit was so small, if I took it into my mouth I would be able to fit the 'clit' and balls at the same time. It wouldn't be a problem at all. I always figured I should have been a female, ever since I was young, my genitals were so feminine looking already. Even in pictures if I was far enough away from the camera it looked like a slit, I wouldn't even have to tuck. Lula said she didn't care, she was more interested in my mouth, my tongue. Max seemed to like everything.

"I don't want you to see it."

He still kept fucking me, his smile was so perfect, he was okay with everything. I leaned to the side, I felt his cock get inside me so much deeper. "You know we watch those videos together, we see those bits on other girls. I don't mind, I like it. I love when they are small and feminine, like you."

He made me feel so good, I took my hands away, I put them on his chest. I had to come to terms with who I was, and I was almost the complete opposite of Max. He was so hairy, his chest was so hard, his shoulders so wide, he was so different than anyone I had made love to before. I was always on the bottom now. He was my favorite, there wasn't even a second or third favorite, in my mind, in my feminine head, right next to where the princesses lived, it was just him.

"Okay." I made an uncomfortable smile.

I started to think, to suddenly realize that it was 'girls' like me that turned him on, made him hard. Like me, he loved watching crossdressers, trans women pleasing men. So what if we could see them dangle or a mound in their panties. That's what we both needed, sometimes we needed to be sure, even though I liked when they were flat or tucked. That was his fantasy, not someone like Beth. He didn't jerk off to grouchy women with terrible taste in jeggings on YouTube, he didn't play with himself watching nasty women on the phone complaining to her limited friends. I wanted to be more like her because I thought that's what he loved, but now I'm realizing it's not. It's just what he was used to.

He pushed even harder, our bodies were shaking the entire couch, it was moving inch by inch closer to the kitchen. He lifted me higher, my legs went together, I had more friction. I started to mumble, I started to cum as he watched.

"Oh my god Sabrina, I have never seen you cum before," He started pumping me harder, my orgasm was lasting so long, my cum was hitting my belly sliding down to my breasts as he pushed and thrust. He moaned, he held my legs, I felt his cock pulse, I felt his jism shoot into my tunnel, my hole, my imaginary 'vagina.' "Baby you feel incredible." And it felt like his cum wasn't stopping, he was filling me up. He watched me, watched my eyes as he rubbed my beige nylon legs. He then rubbed my sperm into my belly, and then he slowly slipped out of me.

I reached over, I took Beth's now empty box of Tampax and Max inserted the last one inside of me. She was right I was using them, I wanted to keep his cum in me until I was ready, ready to feel him drip out, maybe ready to take some pictures. Maybe a video of his sperm dripping from my hole, my man leaving his deposit, leaving a part of himself inside of me. We would always remember how great this fuck was. We kissed again, he played with my breasts, he tickled me, we laughed, I cupped his tender balls. Finally, he pulled off my panties from my ankle. He smiled at me as he sniffed them and then put my pink panties in his sweatpants pocket. I smiled, I liked he wanted a part of me with him. We got up and finished the warm beer, it was still drinkable, it was still amazing.

"Sabrina, what do you love?"

I smiled, I licked his cheek. I gave him the look I use when I am thinking, when I want him to know I am being serious. Our noses were touching, my hair was falling into his eyes, his cheeks. "Hmm, what do I love? I do love this beer."

"Ha, do you."

"I also love chocolate chip cookies, but for some reason I never have them. And... I love that I let you get into my panties. I think that was a good idea of mine." And he laughed and we kissed again, I dropped my empty glass on the floor. I pushed my body into him and I came again, this time all over HIS belly.

*

"Max?" I was in his room, I was leaning against the dresser brushing my hair. I was looking at him through the mirror.

He looked up, "Mmm."

My lingerie had gotten very erotic, and extremely sexy since we started sleeping together. Since I started sharing a bed with a big hairy man. He took up most of it, I had lost a little weight, tightened up and I feel like I shrunk, I felt like I took only a tiny bit of his bed, he would move and I would end up under him, on top of him. I was easily shifted and played with. I was smiling at myself in the mirror, I was wearing a purple transparent bra, my nipples looking real showing through the sheer material. The panties, tiny, covering my bottom, a little bit of surgical tape keeping me tucked. An extra strap for sexiness around my belly. I also had on nude thigh highs, Max liked how it felt rubbing against his legs, his balls, I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to make him happy all night long.

"Max, there is none of Beth's lingerie or even her underwear, do you think she took it all with her?"

"Um, Beth didn't wear lingerie, she was not as sexy as you. And most of her things are probably at her mother's house, she had never completely moved in."

I turned around, I was totally sexy, I had my hands on my hips. I was playing with my hair. "Really?"

"Yeah, her mother lives right near the office, she ate dinner almost every night there. I only saw her on weekends or if we were going out."

*

We were in bed, I was kissing his back and playing with my breasts, my phone started to ring.

"What is wrong with you?"

Lula was calling me, she never called, she told me she was always busy. I left Max's bedroom and curled up on the couch in the dark living room.

"What, what do you mean?"

"Before, on the call, Max couldn't keep his hands off of you, your legs. God, Beth was screaming, god she is such a pain."

Lately, Max was very affectionate toward me, when we were alone he was constantly playing with my hair, rubbing my back or boobs. I liked it, I had never had someone interested in me like that. I didn't even know what to tell Lula, Max said they probably assumed we would have an affair while they were gone, I didn't realize it would be an issue.

"I'm sorry, I will let Max call on his own."

"Beth can't wait to leave, shit, we are not going to have to talk again anyway. I can't have her pissed off the rest of the week. I'm sick of her whining." I heard her cursing, I couldn't make out what she was saying, I think she was talking to someone else.

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"Yeah, that's all I need, her screaming at you over the phone. What is actually going on, are you two fucking now?" I could tell Lula was getting angry at me too, I didn't understand why they were all so on edge, this was mostly their idea.

"Um, we are."

"Shit, shit, I can't even tell her, she would be livid. What the fuck, since when do you sleep with men?"

"Um, I don't know, he is very nice to me."

"Jesus, I figured you would keep him company, tease him a little, not let him fuck you." And she hung up, I looked at the phone for a while. I liked it better quiet, I liked it better without Lula on it. I went back into Max's room. I didn't feel too good, I was so looking forward to having Max make love to me again, but now all I could think about was Lula's phone call.

"Is everything okay?"

"It is." I slipped under the covers, I leaned against him, I let his hands wander my nylon-encased legs.

***

Four months. Four whole months without Lula, and Beth, and their friends. Except for the one meal, I didn't hear from them either. No one called, no one asked about her, me, them, the selling of the house nothing. It was just Max and me and my new friends, I was starting to live the best life. I was finally starting to become myself. Next week hopefully my name will become legal and then Max was going to go with me to talk to my Doctor. He was going to ask all the right questions just like when I had my nail tips done, three months ago. I needed someone to take control for me, I needed a partner.

I didn't know how things were going to progress from here. For the last hour, I was on the phone. I talked to Amber, Anja, and Tiffany. I even called Max's mom, I needed all the love and respect I could get, could handle.

"All ready?" Max was calling, we were procrastinating, leaving at the last second.

"I guess." I changed, I put on a long tan dress, still with lots of flowers. Nothing too sexy, revealing, nothing that I would have wore this last month, being Max's provocative girlfriend. Even the heels were only two inches, tiny. They still had a sexy ankle strap, around my smooth ankles, showing off my smooth legs.

"Beth texted they want us to drive home another couple from work." He smiled he took my hand and we drove to the airport. "Hey, things might be weird with the two of them, ya know Beth and Lula, just go with the flow, okay."

"Okay," I told him, I was worried though, I knew my life was going to get a major disruption, I wasn't really prepared for the flow.

The airport wasn't that far. We were so quiet, it felt like a new beginning but if I closed my eyes it also felt like the end. It seemed so long ago we dropped them off, things were different, uncomfortable. Now they were comfortable but complicated.

*

"I can feel the tension with my hands," I told Max as he checked the flights. "I can feel it, it's making me so eh."

He put his hand on my shoulder, he lifted his eyebrows, "They've landed. Gate 14."

And we walked. I held his hand, I wanted them to see us together immediately. I wanted the surprise over by the time we were in hitting distance.

"Max!" We heard Beth. She walked to the front of the crowd. Her mouth was open wide, she threw her arms around him, he let go of me abruptly, he held her, she pushed him back. I was lagging beside them when Lula moved through with three other people. She was quiet.

"Megan?"

"Hi Sabrina, you look nice." Lula put her arms around her shoulder, smiled at me, then gave me her bag.

"This is Katey and Tom. We all left together." She laughed she was looking for Beth. "The whole team is in Cali now. Let's get out of here I need to smoke." She took Megan's hand and walked in front of me, in search of Beth and Max. I stood still, I watched them walk away from me, I was confused.

Everyone was so far ahead, I was the last one to get to the Jeep. Beth was already in the front seat. Lula was already yelling at me. "Come on, get in, I'm not sitting back there." Max took the bag from me and helped me into the back, the bench, I was next to Katey and Tom whoever they were. I was officially the seventh wheel again.

*

I wanted to know why Megan was with her, why she was in Argentina and why was it a secret. I felt I was staring at the back of their heads way too intensively. Why wouldn't they explain themselves, I was feeling they weren't being nice to me, or truthful. I finally asked, I needed to know.

"What? I met her the same day as you, remember? I have been seeing both of you. If you paid attention you would know. Who do you think comes to the socials with the Antonellis? Beth?" And she laughed, she shook her head like I was insane to ask her such a stupid question. "Oh and Marion called me, she told me you two went out to eat with them."

The Jeep got a tiny bit quiet after that.

The couple next to me talked on their own. I listened to Lula. I listened to Megan, I could tell they were together, I could hear that neither of them cared I was behind them. Even Max seemed to be ignoring me, I guess the four months were up, over, and done. I was just the diversion he needed with his real girlfriend on the other side of the world.

We dropped off Megan first. Lula got out and I helped with the bags, it wasn't that easy with my long nails.

"For years I have been trying to get you to do tips. Maybe you needed a different stylist." Megan was holding my hand looking at my nails, they have never looked better I had them on for almost three months.

"Mmm." I started thinking maybe I needed a different friend too. Why didn't she just tell me she was in Argentina, what was the big deal. Why did she lie to me for the last four months? Why wouldn't she tell me she was seeing Lula? I decided I would never talk to her again. I didn't even say goodbye.

I went to get back in the Jeep but Lula didn't move.

"Where's mine?"

"Your what?" I was confused she looked annoyed.

"My bag I'm staying here with Megan. I'm sure Beth needs a break from me, I need one from her that's for fucking sure."

She laughed and Beth gave her the finger.

"You're not coming to the apartment?"

"No, bring all my stuff tomorrow. I'm staying with Megan, you do what you want." She turned she was done with me too, but I was okay with it. I just wish she was happier to see me, happier to see me go. It was weird, it was unexpected.

I had to get into the back seat by myself the others took the middle bench. No one talked to me, Beth monopolized the conversation just like when she was at the socials with her friends. She was in charge, she was the one with the feminine energy in the Jeep.

I was just little fake Sabrina, hiding in the back, hiding by herself.

*

We dropped off Tom and Katey and then we passed by Nicole and Nickolaus's house, I was wishing they were outside. I wouldn't have made Max stop, I would have lept out of the Jeep, I would have let Nicole and her brother teach me to ride a bicycle. I would have excused myself and cried behind one of the big trees. I would have let Beth and Max go back to the house without me.

He pulled the Jeep into the garage next to the violet car, I would miss it, I would miss him. He smiled at me as he took her bags into the house. I let his hands graze my shoulder and arms. I stood outside as they closed the front door, it was getting dark, I waved to the neighbors, I pet one of the dogs. I didn't want to go into the house by myself. I didn't want to start sleeping by myself, I was finally used to sleeping next to a big hairy man.

*

I put on my new back nightie, it had spaghetti straps, very sheer, very short. I put on stockings and my seven-inch black heels, they had a two-inch platform, they were sexy as fuck. "Fuck." I whispered. I slipped on my bracelets, they were big and thick, I wanted to play with them on my arm, I wanted my own distraction. I put on a little bit of perfume on my wrists.

The washer and dryer had been going non-stop since we came home from the airport. I didn't hear Max or Beth at all, and I figured they were in bed getting to know each other all over again. I put on music and lightly sang as I brushed my hair. It was late, I needed to hear a voice.

Briiiiing. "Hi, Amber?"

"Yes, hi Sabrina, how much are you loving your new hair?" I was so glad I called, I needed to hear the voice of someone who liked me. Someone who would never ignore me, make me feel uncomfortable.

"I love it, thank you for everything." I started to cry, I had to put the phone down. "I'm sorry, things aren't working out like I thought they would."

"Things with Lula and Beth?"

"And Max." I sniffed.

"I wish I was in Malibu, I would be over, we could have gotten drunk, watched old movies. I'm sorry baby. Wait hold on." And then her husband got on the phone, Ray, he had a deep voice, he could rattle my room if he was on speaker.

"Sabrina, hi, are you okay, do you need me to talk to someone?"

"No, thank you anyway."

"Maybe we should get you. You could spend the rest of the week with us."

I giggled, I missed the two of them. "No, don't be silly, but I would love to be sleeping in between you two, I would love the company." I talked to Amber again, I said good night, I told them to have fun and for god's sake don't worry about me. Amber laughed and I felt so much better. Fuck Megan and Lula and Beth. Fuck Max too.

*

I read some of Tiffany's book. It was nice, but after a couple of pages I actually started loving it, I could see why she loved reading it over and over. I slipped under the covers, I kept on my heels, I was a gorgeous crossdresser sleeping in her nightgown, hose, and heels, reading about princesses. I would do this all the time from now on. If I was going to be by myself then I was going to sleep the way I wanted. Everyone else could go eff themselves.

I was out, two hours later or so, my phone buzzed.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sabrina, can I come lay with you?" Max was calling, he wanted to lay with me? What the fuck.

"When now?"

"Are you okay? I want to see you before I leave, I'm leaving in the morning." So I told him to come over. I tried to fall asleep, I wanted him to see I didn't care, I couldn't even stay up to see him.

I heard him, all the lights were off. I heard my door. He walked around the bed, he laid down, he kissed my cheek. I made believe I was sleeping. I didn't move.

"Mmm, I was missing the scent of your hair." I felt his face against me, his lips on my neck, I still didn't move. I was ignoring the semi-naked man in my bed. I felt him rubbing my stockings, felt his hard cock push against my silky panties. Felt him breathing on my neck and kissing my ear. He was pushing against me, his cock in the crack of my ass, rubbing. He had one hand on my waist, another on my shoulder as his body pushed into me as his cock made its way under my crotch, between my thighs. I didn't move, he could have my body but he wouldn't get any of my love. Let him go back to Beth for that, cruel, mean, angry Beth with wonderful hair and symmetrical face. Let her yell at him, let her tell him he disappointed her, let her tell him to fuck off.

I felt his cock start to rub against my ass again, he pushed, he now held me tighter his hands around my body, playing with my D-cup breasts. He started pushing into me harder, his breathing was getting louder and more ragged, soon he was cumming, I felt his sperm hit my thighs, my ass. He rubbed it into my nylon, my stockings. It was the first time since we got together that I didn't take it into my body.

"Thank you, baby." He kissed my shoulder, he turned around, he fell asleep. We were back to back. I had to stretch I had been in the same position for an hour. I moved, I laid on my back and fell asleep.

*

I heard a crash.

"When are you getting up?"

I heard someone, I was having a nightmare, I recognized the voice. "What? What's the matter?"

Beth was hovering over me, I was now staring at her crotch, it was covered by her gray leggings, she was wearing white sneakers. "Max wants you out, Carol is ready to move in. Max wants you out today!"

"Really?" I checked behind me, the last time I was with him his cock was pushing against me, I checked the empty space behind me to make sure he was gone. I was probably just his backup for sex, maybe he was bored with me. I then realized I didn't have my panties on, Max always needed them with him after we had sex. I was surprised he would take them last night, I was surprised I didn't wake up.

"Just go, he let you stay here rent-free, the least you can do is just leave."

She slammed the door, I rubbed my eyes. I couldn't really think straight, I went into the shower. When I came out I saw my mirror, it was broken. There were pieces of it on the dresser, on the floor. How did I not notice it before?

*

Two men were outside the bedroom door, they were from Beth's office, they were going to help me pack and load up the car. I didn't understand why she needed me out of the house so quickly, she was still yelling, barking orders. I was looking at my phone, I wanted to call Max but I just couldn't.

For the next hour, I filled up the two bags from Anja and Amber. The men put most of my other things in boxes, in black plastic garbage bags. My books, my computer, everything was now in the blue car in the parking spot out front. I was going to say goodbye to the Cascada, to this house, to my life as Max's girlfriend. I was sad, I hoped no one was looking at me. I was hoping all of the neighbors were gone for the day.

My phone buzzed, and there was a text from Max. 'Whatever you don't take now I can have someone bring it to you.' It was such a weird text. Usually, he would call, if I was shopping, or home while he worked, he called, he never texted. I was thinking maybe he was really done with me, he didn't even want to hear my voice.

The two men and Beth were waiting for me, I took another quick look around the room, the kitchen, I decided to just leave everything. If it wasn't in my closet or drawers then I didn't want it. Carol could have the new TV, the bench, even the dressers. She could keep all the wine and beer I have collected since moving in, all the mixers for drinks that Max and I would try and share. The only thing I couldn't take that I wanted was my vanity, it would never fit in the car. I knew Beth would never use it, she put on her makeup in the car, it was the last thing she did, she wasn't happy about it. She was a terrible woman in more ways than one.

"Meeting you was such a bad idea." She told me, while I slipped into the car. I didn't look at her. She was by herself the two men were gone. "Lula and Megan were full of bad fucking ideas."

I didn't say anything, I took out my keys for the ugly blue car, I hadn't touched them in months. I put it in the ignition. Nothing, a little click, nothing. Something was dead.

"Shit." Beth was pissed she kicked the car, "Just get the fuck out of here!" She was screaming, she was cursing. "God just go, I do not want to look at you anymore."

I called Max, his voice mail went on. I asked him to call me. I started to cry. I took out the two new bags and my computer, I walked away from Beth. I didn't turn around, I let her scream to herself, I didn't understand why she was so agitated. I would make it to the corner and then call car service. I couldn't even call Amber, she was away. I couldn't call Anja, she would tell Amber and her husband, and then ruin their Vegas trip. I didn't want anyone worried about me. Obviously, no one was worried about me anyway. I texted Max again and surprisingly got a text back. 'goodbye sabrina.' I looked at the phone, I was amazed, I was completely unprepared for it. I blocked him. I blocked Beth and Lula and Megan.

"Fuck all of you," I yelled into the street, into the white fence four feet to my right. An older woman opened the gate, she had a tiny dog on a rope, she looked at me for a long time.

"Are you talking to me, dear?"

I gave her a sad smile, I made my way down the street, I wanted to head to the avenue, where the stores were, where the people were. I called car service, I sat and waited in the sun. I went to a motel next to the Black Forest Inn.

***

'Was it you that said
How long, how long, how long to the point of no return?
How long, how long to the point of no return'

The man in the room next to me was obsessed with the band Kansas.

"God I love this song, wanna beer?" Raj was in 101, I was in 102, Raj had a boom box, it had to be from the 90s'.

'How far to the point of no return?
To the point of no return
How long, how long?'

"I have been listening to this song since I was in High School." He gave me a beer. I smiled, I said thank you. It was light, it tasted like wet cardboard, I was on my third.

"You sing this song very well." I didn't mind the company.

"Watch this." He told me and I did, I shook my head as he did air organ, air violin, he was very good. Raj was keeping my mind off of everything I didn't want to keep my mind on.

I had been in the motel for three days, I had enough clothes for a week, enough makeup for at least two months. I had enough money to stay here for a couple of years. I was on a dirty beach chair. I was wearing one of my favorite dresses, it reminded me of the time Beth and Max came to visit for dinner for that first time. It was white, with little straps and full of blue flowers. I had on my four-inch sandals, I had sexy straps around my ankles. I was way overdressed for the motel parking lot. Raj said I looked nice, he said I could be in movies. He was on his seventh beer.

I talked to Tiffany this morning, I called her every day. I read the book she gave me four times, I found out she was going to be twelve. She told me so much about her life so far. I didn't tell her I was living in a motel, I didn't want to disappoint her. I didn't tell Amber or Anja either. I figured I would just fade away.

Beep, beep.

I was drinking the beer, I had my legs crossed, I was playing with my hair, I was distracted. I had beer all down the front of my dress.

"Hey! You forgot your car!"

Raj looked up, "No I didn't. It's right there right behind you." Raj was pointing to his white Honda, I was looking at a violet Cascada.

"Not you, you." He said as he parked, he parked in front of 102. I decided not to look at him. What the hell, he was mean to me, and now he's back for forgiveness. This wasn't going to fly.

"Raj, can you chase him away?"

***

"What did I love? Hmm." I was on my freshly made bed, I was bouncing, my legs were crossed and my heel was dangling from my foot. It never fell off, ever. "Mmm, what did I love?"

I love that he asked me that question, he asked it all the time, I knew exactly what I loved, what turned me on, what made me warm and fuzzy inside. I loved that I was completely dressed, like a girl, like I have always wanted to be. I was completely feminine from the skin out. Now I had to, for him and to match my legal name.

If I closed my eyes I could imagine that I was in my long-forgotten room, I could also imagine I was on the whole other side of the house. The colors were the same, the curtains, the white vanity filled with my makeup collections, my new gift, a Malibu Barbie car right on the shelf above it. I knew what I loved, I should have always known, I have taken my colors with me wherever I have gone. I loved what Carol loved, we had the same color palette stuck in our minds. Red wine and flowers. I didn't even have to repaint, change the rugs, change the comforter on her new bed in her new bedroom, her bedroom with her fiance. If I listened really closely I could hear them.

"Are you ready?"

I opened my eyes, felt my long lashes, was I ready? I guess. I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. I had on high-heeled sandals, my eyes came up almost to his nose. He ran his hands on my back, he pulled me into him. I felt my cheek against his lips. He has been extremely nice to me lately.

"I have a little bit of a surprise for you." He told me, he led me out of our room. He brought me to the mirror right near the front door of our house. I took the brush out of my bag, and he watched. My hair was the longest it had ever been, still reddish blonde, still smelled wonderful. I stepped back, I was wearing an off-the-shoulder blue dress, very thin, short, up to my beige nylon knees. My breasts looked nice under the fabric, the fluffy sleeves making their way down to my elbow. Both my heels and my bag were cream, matching the handle on my brush.

"Do you want to drive?"

I turned around, put my brush back. Kissed him on the cheek. I took my keys off of the hook near the door. Half of my name glistened in the soft light of the afternoon. The key chain was cracked but I didn't care.

*

I was checking the mirror, the back seat was full of shopping bags but I wouldn't ask, this was his surprise. I loved sitting in this car, some nights if he couldn't find me I would be out here reading one of Tiffany's books that she would send me, she was the only person I knew that used the US Postal Service. Sometimes I was in the backseat, a twelve-ounce glass of Celebrator in the cup holder. He would lightly knock on the hood of the clean violet car, he would smile.

"I'm missing you." He would go back inside, he would be searching for some clip on YouTube, something he wanted me to see. He would be waiting to watch with me. I would make him wait.

I told him about the time when Lula and I first met. I told him how angry she was that she found I was crossdressing, I told him I left her, I didn't need to be with someone who didn't appreciate me. She made me give her a second chance and I still don't know why.

"I'm not like that, I love everything about you. You have to forgive me."

The day at the motel I told him, "I don't have to do anything, I'm an adult." I told him he could have Beth, if that's who he loved, I completely understood. They had history and I was perfectly happy for them, I was completely happy in the motel, I would be perfectly fine on my own, I could drink beer with Raj.

"Right Raj?"

"What? Oh yeah right."

I told him I had enough makeup for months. I could come up with a plan, I had friends, I didn't need him, or Lula anymore.

He told me Beth was so angry about him giving the car to me that she broke the front windshield. He told me she was so mad at our new relationship she rammed a screwdriver into my mirror in my room, completely smashing it. He told me he wrote; 'Sabrina, I am going to miss you, I love you, Max.' with my favorite plum lipstick. He wanted me to see it when I got up in the morning, so I would think of him.

Beth saw it first.

I saw the pieces.

He told me Beth was so pissed off at Lula and Megan, that she quit her job. Megan now has her office. Beth now lives and has dinner with her parents every night, even on weekends. I think Lula eats with Megan, I haven't seen either of them since, but I don't have them blocked on my phone anymore. I would love for them to call me, I call them and it always goes to voice mail. I would invite them to dinner, invite them to see how nice the house was now. Max let me repaint, he let me spruce it up a little.

He told me Beth was so mad at him for writing 'I love you' on my mirror, she stole his phone from his car, right before he drove away that long ago Friday morning. She sent me text messages, she was mean, she was very clever. I haven't seen her since.

I told him that I would forgive him but it would take some time. He said okay, he would give me as much as I needed. I didn't need much I was very low maintainance.

"Make a right, then left."

I changed lanes, I smiled to myself, I had a strong warm feeling I knew where we were heading. I made another right, drove three blocks, and then parked on the corner. My favorite spot.

"We are here." He had a big grin on his face. This wasn't that much of a surprise, I was here all the time. If he was missing me and I wasn't in the backseat, then I was here, but he knew that, we called each other all the time.

"Sabrina!" Nicole was calling me, she was dressed so nice, she was always so happy to see me. I always cried, it made me feel so good to know someone was waiting for me, looking forward to being with me. Even Nikki couldn't wait for me to get on the other side of her gate. Her husband Nick came from the side of the house with Nicklaus, Max gave them the shopping bag full of beer, the box of herbs and plants, and seeds for the kid's garden. I had been keeping them in the car for when we visited.

We moved to the back, I could smell the fire, I could smell lunch. Nicole was dragging me into the backyard, she seemed over-excited, and she was giggling.

I put the rest of the things that Max had in the car onto the table. "Hi, Sabrina."

I spun around, there was a princess, long purple and pink dress, little heels, short dark hair just up to her shoulders. She looked so beautiful, I was so proud of her. We talked all the time but I haven't seen her in a couple of weeks, I cried again as she ran over to me. I got on my knees and hugged her. Maybe I went through a portal, maybe I ended up in a different dimension and she was me when I was young. I was going to tell her everything would be fine, don't get discouraged. I was planning on telling her life gets better, once you meet the right people.

Life was so wonderful for me, right now especially. I still looked around for the portal just in case.

She hugged me tight, she always smelled like strawberries. "Nicole's mom and my mom say I can stay until Halloween on Tuesday."

I looked at her, my eyes wide, she made me very happy. When my heart was broken I thought of her and it healed itself.

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We were at the picnic table, a table for six. Nicole and Tiffany at the end, I was in a folding chair next to them. We were getting ready to eat.

"Looks like I am the seventh wheel again." I giggled, it's funny how I always considered myself this mythical seventh wheel, almost always, but I never said it out loud before. It sounded crazy, why did I ever think of this, I wouldn't think of it again.

"What? What does that mean?" Nicole looked at me, the whole table was watching me, the whole table was paying attention.

"Um, you know, all of you are the six wheels of a bus or a truck or something." I started to explain, "I'm like the unneeded one." I shrugged my shoulders. I could tell Max was enjoying this, me trying to tell everyone what is inside my crazy, hypothetical imagination.

"Wait," Tiffany, touched my hand. "Like a semi-tractor trailer?"

"Sure I guess," I giggled.

"Well, if you are the seventh wheel then you are the most important, it's the um..." She made a face, she was thinking.

"The spare?" Max said.

"Mmm, the spare. You know in case something happens." She smiled, her beautiful eyes nice and wide, she was surprised she knew something other than princesses and Barbies. I held her hand. "That should be your nickname, I have been trying to find something for you as cool as mine, I think 'The Seventh Wheel' is perfect."

"So we will be four Nickys, Max, Tiff, and the Seventh Wheel?"

"Yup." Everyone laughed or giggled we had decided something as a group. Tiff started to think, "Well, maybe we should go with my first choice."

"And what's that?"

"Bree." And everyone laughed and giggled again.

"Okay, I am so glad that's settled, and we all sound so cool now." I squinted my eyes, and squished my face, I thought I was cute. We laughed some more, we drank, we ate, and I realized I wouldn't mind being seen as the Seventh Wheel sometime in the future. It was pretty important, you know in case something happens, I will be there to take care of it. I can handle that, you wouldn't even know I am here, I'm pretty low maintenance.

"Ha."

And we laughed and we giggled some more, it was going to be a great afternoon and sometimes that's all you need.

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The End

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