This story is set in the same "world" as LadyDragon623's stories about werefolk, vampires, fae and other supernatural creatures.

I have her express permission to use the "world" and characters she has mentioned in her stories if I feel they would fit into this story.

Living on the streets is definitely no fun. I've only been doing it for a few days, but after what my sperm donor said the last time we spoke, I knew there was no way that I could live under his roof any more, especially not with him using me as a living punching bag.

Yeah, life at home was the shits, a big, tough, angry father, a mostly six or seven sheets to the wind drunk for a mother and me.

Oh, you want to know about me, huh? Well, I guess I can give you some info, not that it matters right now, I think my luck just ran out.

Well, I'm sixteen years old, and the sperm donor has always been upset by me because I'm such a shrimp. I played sports because he pushed me into a lot of it, but there were a lot of kids throughout my childhood who were far better at playing those games than I could hope to be.

I think I knew, maybe as far back as when I was five years old, that I wasn't like other guys, but I couldn't figure out exactly why that was the case, or even that what I was feeling had a name, until I saw something on a school computer that probably shouldn't have been there. Someone had apparently left the computer running on a page showing brief histories and such of transgender and transsexual people.

As soon as I saw that page, and the brief bios shown there, the light came on as to my issue. I sat there and cried for fifteen minutes.

Yeah, that was something that ticked my sperm donor off. I could cry at the drop of a hat, especially when someone was angry at or near me.

As I said, I'm a shrimp. My sperm donor is a big guy, just under 6'2" tall and about 215 pounds, I'm 5' nothing and less than 100 pounds soaking wet. Add to that that I look a lot more like my mom than my dad, with hair brushing the bottom of my shoulder blades, wide very pale green eyes that would remind you of a calm northern sea and a rather wide mouth under high cheekbones and a soft, rounded chin.

Ahhh, you've noticed that I call the person that masquerades as my father "sperm donor". After what I've been through at his hands over the last six or seven years, giving him anything that would be a show of respect just makes me feel sick. He's an ass, plain and simple.

Anyway, earlier today I ran into a nice street guy who told me of this warehouse that has a broken side door and isn't maintained or watched. I'd just turned the corner that leads toward that side door when a short but absolutely gorgeous woman, if very pale, touched me.

She whispered to me, "Come, sweet one, let me taste you," as she opened her mouth, showing fangs that ended in sharp, bright tips.

That was when I screamed like I had never screamed before.

Apparently, that surprised her, as she backed away a bit, then made as if to move toward me again.

Then we both received a rather sudden shock. The sound of several sets of running feet could be heard coming from at least three directions, off to the side where the next warehouse loomed, from behind me which would be from the road and from the rear of the building.

She stepped a bit closer, then whispered, "Perhaps another time, pretty thing," then turned and started to move away.

The second surprise occurred as she started to move away. Before she could take even three steps, she was blocked by several people.

The six others with her were all warily looking around, noticing that in just that brief time, they had been virtually surrounded.

One of the biggest men I had ever seen in my life stepped forward at that point, looked at the group caught in between all the new folks that had shown up as a result of my screams and sighed. At the same time, a tall, slim but also pale looking woman held me softly in her arms.

"Ahhh, I really have to wonder what you folks are doing here," the big guy stated, "You're a fair ways from home, Lawrence, Elissa."

The woman who had suggested I let her taste me laughed as she replied to him, "We go where we wish, by Melita's command."

The big guy shook his head, sighing again, "Elissa, you know the rules, no biting of innocents, only those who are willing and supervised."

The pale but pretty woman, obviously Elissa, hissed as she backed away from him, "Damn you interfering werefolk!"

It was but a moment before the group of vampires with Elissa slipped away through a gap that opened between some of the people around us. I was still being held by that other pale woman and my screams, which had shifted to whimpers at the arrival of all these people, slowly subsided. I straightened up as much as I could but still felt small against this woman, barely reaching the top of her shoulders.

The big guy turned around, flashed a brief but honest smile that reached his eyes and began to introduce people to me. "Hi, I'm Sam Browne, the woman holding you is Kelly-Lynne, that's Wesley," pointing to another big man off to my right, "this is Ed, he does medic duties for the main pack here. The big woman by Wesley is their alpha's new mate, Melisa, the short, stocky guy behind you is Mort, the other short, stocky guy standing over to your left is Brian, the big guy in the flannel shirt to your left is Elmer, he's the boss guy of the main pack here."

Elmer nodded and chuckled for a moment, then spoke, "Thanks, Sam. Sorry for the scary reception, kid, but when you screamed, our folks were in the big field behind this abandoned warehouse or in our meeting place, I guess you'd call it, where our packs and the vamps can come in and just relax for a while with no bullshit about who or what each one of us may be. We each have our home bases, but this is shared space."

I whimpered again, then whispered, "Weres? Vampires? I'm... I'm safe? You're not... going... going to eat me or something?"

Elmer shook his head, stepping a little closer to me as he growled, "Nope, kid, we don't do crap like that, not in my town, we don't!"

When he spoke that time, the growl in his voice made me shiver, just a slight change in tone and it could have been a wolf's growl.

The woman holding me, Kelly-Lynne, smiled down at me and spoke, "We don't bite without the person being adult, willing and supervised. There have been many times in the past where vampires just drank without any thought of what would happen if they took too much. Some time ago, vampires as a whole set down rules that state no innocent may be bitten, and any interested adults be willing and supervised."

I looked up at her, she was quite stunning in that tall and almost model looking way, slim with only a modest bust and long, long legs. Even her hair being styled in what I had only learned was called a pixie cut thanks to some of those bios of trans folks I had read fit her perfectly.

I had been scared as I could be when they all showed up, but now... now, for some reason, these folks made me feel safe and protected.

I followed Elmer and most of the others to a building close by, then inside. Wow, to say I was stunned by what I saw would be polite. The place was huge, easily a hundred feet or more in each direction, one huge open room set up in comfy areas scattered all around.

There was a very large space in the middle with one of those big square video screens like you see in hockey rinks or at football stadiums. You know, the ones that have the screen on all sides so that people in different areas of the sports arena can see what is on it.

Well, all around that big video screen system I could see big comfortable looking leather sofas and the occasional matching chair. Elmer and a few of the others took seats on a few of the sofas, all on one side of the space, with Kelly-Lynne pulling me down to sit beside her.

She wrapped me up in a hug, something I hadn't experienced in quite some time. Ooooh, that felt good, to be comforted. I sighed happily.

They sat there, waiting for something. Then, it dawned on me, they wanted me to tell them about me. I felt so stupid, ya know?

I spent the next hour, perhaps a bit longer, going over my life experiences, including having been out on the streets since last Thursday.

Every one of them listened intently as I spoke. There were few interruptions, those being to clarify minor points I'd mentioned.

At the end, Elmer spoke for all of them, "You're welcome to stay here if you want, Remy. There are some rooms upstairs."

That really big guy, who had introduced himself as Sam earlier, added, "There's always a few people hanging around here, keeping an eye out."

That feeling of being safe was even stronger now. These people, who barely knew me, would fight for me and protect me.

I sighed, snuggled into Kelly-Lynne's arms, not even thinking that she could all too easily bite me if she wished, and promptly fell asleep.

This story is set in the same "world" as LadyDragon623's stories about werefolk, vampires, fae and other supernatural creatures.

I have her express permission to use the "world" and characters she has mentioned in her stories if I feel they would fit into this story.

I'm not sure how much time had passed before Kelly-Lynne gently shook me awake, saying I desperately needed a bath or shower.

Not really thinking honestly, I raised an arm close to my head, turned and took a sniff. Oh, my, I definitely agree with her. Just that brief whiff of my left armpit was almost enough to make me gag, how the heck did she put up with it for as long as I slept curled up with her there?

She grinned and led me to a large bathroom, apparently custom done as it had a standard bath, but built to fit half a dozen at once, plus a huge jacuzzi one off to one side. Not far from the jacuzzi along another wall was a shower big enough to fit four to six people at least.

A long counter along a third wall had a few sinks inset, with a long mirror like you see in women's washrooms in malls behind the sinks.

Once we were in there, Kelly-Lynne pulled a big towel from a linen cupboard hidden behind the door, then a second towel, a slightly smaller one. After a moment's thought, she grinned and pulled out two more towels, one to match each of the two she had grabbed a moment before.

Kelly-Lynne started running water to fill the bath to a reasonable level, then smiled at me, saying, "I'll stay with you if you want. I was going to take a bath soon myself, not that I need to as much as a normal human might, but a bath can be a rather soothing experience."

As I said before, these people felt safe to me in a way I had never known until now. I nodded and we both waited for the bath to fill.

Kelly-Lynne kept testing the water, I guess to make sure the temperature was okay as she asked me to test it at one point as well.

Once she thought the water was high enough that we could bathe comfortably, she pointed and said, "Use a bar to get in if you need it."

With that having been said, she simply stepped into the overly large bath and sat down close to the end farthest from the taps.

I did use the bar, but I sure felt clumsy when I also ended up reaching for one of her hands as I settled down in front of her in the huge bath.

We were just relaxing in the nice, hot water when another woman, this one a tall, gorgeous black girl, entered the room.

"Oh, sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I can leave if you like. My name is Shaneel, I'm a were from Elmer's pack, Kelly-Lynne knows me."

Kelly-Lynne looked up, then smiled. "Were you wanting a bath, Shaneel? If so, join us, then we can indoctrinate the young one here!"

I listened to Kelly-Lynne as she said that, but it was the giggle afterward that set me at ease. Everyone here knew that I was transgender.

Shaneel also giggled, then grabbed a pair of towels and set them off to one side by the ones Kelly-Lynne had pulled out already. Once the towels had been laid down, she stepped, no, let me amend that, she practically slithered into the bath, sitting down just in front of me.

Gorgeous vampire woman behind me, just as gorgeous were woman in front of me? How could I not be jealous of them? I wept.

Both women wrapped me up in a tight hug the moment they realized I was upset. They just held me close as the tears fell.

Once I stopped crying, which I suppose was about ten minutes or so later, both women helped to show me how girls wash themselves. That led to them showing me how girls dry themselves with towels after a bath or shower, then I sighed and stared down at my half-ruined clothes.

Yeah, my clothes were in very rough shape, you try to keep them from getting ripped, dirty and smelly as all get out while on the streets! Sure, I knew where some laundromats were in the area I ended up at after running away from home, but with no money, I could do nothing.

Kelly-Lynne finally noticed where I was looking and giggled again. When I looked up at her in confusion, she took a moment to explain to me. "We won't have too much difficulty in finding you something to wear, almost everyone leaves a couple of changes of clothes here."

Shaneel nodded, adding, "Hmmm... Annalise might have something, she's slightly bigger than Remy here, her clothes should fit Remy."

I couldn't believe how these people were helping me. I shook my head and pinched myself, wondering how this could be true.

Of course, Kelly-Lynne noticed the pinch and giggled a third time. "One thing you'll need to understand, Remy, is that when members of the were and vampire communities here say they'll do something, they WILL do it. That includes keeping you safe, well and clothed."

Shaneel nodded again, "Sometimes it even comes to a member showing some form of familial love toward another member or recruit."

Kelly-Lynne added, "You're not a recruit yet, we don't accept anyone into the packs or the kiss unless they are adult and truly desire it."

Shaneel continued, "At the moment, you are a rescue, someone who needs food, housing and clothing just as a starting point."

Kelly-Lynne smiled as she spoke one more time, "Now let us go see if we can find you something nice and comfortable to wear."

Annalise did have something that I could wear, a pair of mid-thigh length jean shorts and a nice t-shirt with a Rolling Stones image on it.

She offered me a pair of panties as well, and I picked the plainest of the several pairs there, they were pale yellow with white daisies on them.

We were just leaving Annalise's room when Kelly-Lynne stopped and looked up in shock.

She looked around for a moment, then faced toward the main entrance and whispered, "There's a very powerful vampire out there."

I looked at her, then shrugged, giving her a "what am I gonna do about it" look as she slowly began to walk to the main entrance. As she walked there, she was joined by four others, I'm guessing they were vampires too, as they were all throwing odd looks toward the entrance.

I'd been introduced to three of the four that joined her, they were Vince Jessup, Leon's lieutenant and twin brothers James and John Bannister; these three all worked at Leon's club most nights, the fact that they were here suggested club business was being done here.

I hadn't noticed it before, but I did now as Shaneel and at least half a dozen other were folk followed behind the five vampires.

When the door opened and everyone looked out to see who was waiting, you could have heard a pin drop, it was so quiet for a moment.

Then a sleek yet sober voice called out from the shadows of the twilit evening, "I am Smoke, the sire of some of those here. I seek Leon."

Vincent stepped forward, "Hello, my Sire. It has been some time since we last met. You are welcome to come in and join us."

James Bannister also stepped forward, acknowledging his sire with a polite, "Hello, Leon is in a meeting with Elmer, head of a were pack here."

Vincent actually had to look closely, he just barely caught the flash of startlement as it crossed Smoke's semi-homely features. Vincent actually chuckled as he stepped closer again, close enough to shake Smoke's hand, "You are surprised that we associate with were folk, Sire?"

Smoke shook his head, then laughed, a slow laugh that started as a chuckle, then changed bit by bit to a full belly-shaking one. "Surprised? You might say so, Vincent. It is a rare thing to find cooperation between the were folk and our people. I'm over a thousand years old, yes, much, much older than you and your children here, and I can't recall seeing such an association succeed more than once or twice in all that time."

At this point, Smoke stepped out from the shadows where he had been standing and the people were able to fully see him for the first time. Vincent, James and John all knew him as their Sire, but the others outside and in the doorway could clearly see Smoke's dark skin, which had the colour of milk chocolate, no, a shade or three darker than that, and I could hear severals gasps, including my own, at his appearance. I think the biggest surprise about his appearance, at least in my mind, was that he was barely taller than me, perhaps 5'3" to my 5' even.

Except for his homely features laid on that rather amazing skin colour, he seemed to be dressed as many others here were, in jeans, runners and a t-shirt. I could see what looked like a lightweight biker jacket hanging from one of his hands, that hand just touching his left shoulder.

"Well, Vincent, where are your other brothers and your two sisters? I would like to see them all, Simon wishes to know his children are well."

Vincent dipped in a slight bow, "Leon is inside here, Sire, speaking with the head of one of the two were packs that live here. As for Mitch, he's about to get things going on opening the bar. Annalise is inside, I'm not sure where Kendall, Helmut or Roman are at the moment."

One of the women standing behind us spoke up, "Greetings. I am a child of Kendall's, she is working late at her bookshop downtown. Helmut and Roman went out about two hours ago to do a patrol round. They'll be somewhere in the area, but out of sight to casual eyes."

Smoke looked briefly startled again, asking, "Patrol round? Why? I thought you folk were living at peace with each other here."

Vincent chuckled, "We are, Sire. The issue is this human child was found by us a few hours ago, very close to being bitten by a group of rogue vampires from the bitch in New Orleans who calls herself the Queen of all vampires. It's even funnier when she isn't much older than I am."

Vincent gently reached back for my hand, then pulled me forward so that Smoke could see me clearly in the lights from the building.

Smoke, who I had learned a few minutes earlier was the sire of some of the vampires here, walked closer and squatted as he looked me over.

"You look to be barely in your teens, child. How and why were you out here alone?" Smoke asked me.

I took the next several minutes to explain my home life to him and that I had had no choice but to run away to save my own life.

"And then you ran into some of the members of that unnamed one's Kiss, one of whom tried to bite you even though you are too young?"

"That is what I was told, sir," I replied, "I overheard the leader of the second were pack say it himself."

That brief look of surprise appeared on Smoke's face again. "Two were packs? How and why?"

It was Shaneel who spoke this time, "Because the main pack is almost all wolves, with about half a dozen greater cats who recently joined it. The second pack is rather mixed, with members from a wide variety of species, Kodiak bears, badgers, rabbits, a porcupine, foxes, skunks, ferrets. There may be folks in that pack whose were side is that of another species I haven't mentioned, but if so, I haven't met them."

A rather deep, low voice rumbled as the huge male worked his way through the group. "You were asking about us, I believe?" Sam asked.

I noticed that Sam's cousin Erica was only a step or two behind him, with a few others from their pack following them.

I'm not sure, but I guess that Smoke wasn't expecting to see someone as big as Sam, or even as big as his cousin Erica, at all. Smoke covered being startled again with a brief shake of his head and a soft chuckle. "Someone mentioned Kodiak bears, that would be you two?"

Sam nodded, speaking just to be clear about it, "That's right, that old cuss over there," he pointed at Mort, "Set me up as boss of the pack."

Smoke seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then nodded, "As big as you two are, I'm sure many folks would back down from a fight."

Annalise stalked out past the group of men, wrapping Smoke in a hug, whispering, "Hello, Sire. I hope you have been doing well?"

Smoke's face lit up with a big grin as he flashed a set of gleaming white teeth at her, "Well enough, lass. Simon is in fine health as well." He looked around, asking, "I gather that Kendall will come here for a while once she closes her... bookstore, I believe someone said?"

Vincent grinned, then politely suggested that we all go back inside. Smoke agreed and we all filed back into the building.

The rest of the evening was spent in a raucous semi-party in the main lounge area, where Smoke could be seen in one corner talking with Elmer, Sam, Vince, and a few others, including Melisa and Kendall who had arrived a short while after we had re-entered the building.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This story is set in the same "world" as LadyDragon623's stories about werefolk, vampires, fae and other supernatural creatures.

I have her express permission to use the "world" and characters she has mentioned in her stories if I feel they would fit into this story.

I'm introducing magic to this series because it adds its own twists to the directions the story can take and it just felt right to me.

We didn't leave Rowenna's room until another half hour had passed and we all had taken time to dress ourselves. I only had the clothes I had been wearing, so I shrugged and put them on in the en suite bathroom while Rowenna and Stanislau did so in the main room.

Rowenna smiled as we left the room, touching the door briefly as we did, then informed me that she was resetting the lock spell. She added that she was specifically adding me to the list of those allowed to enter her room, which I considered to be a huge privilege.

The three of us wandered along the halls toward the elevator. I was between them, I suppose that they were being protective. I have to say that it sure is nice to not have to worry about a big fist coming out of nowhere like I'd been experiencing for the last several years.

We made our way down to the main floor, then over to a set of tables along one wall.

I could smell the food long before we reached the tables. Just about everything identified as "breakfast" could be seen on the tables. I took some time, picking out a few slices of slightly crisp back bacon, four sausages, three eggs over hard, three full sized pancakes, plus two muffins, one blueberry, the other apple cinnamon and two slices of apple pie that had me drooling, before I headed for one of the sofas.

Within a minute or two, Stan and Rowenna were there, taking a seat on either side of me, close by but not infringing on my space.

I carefully placed my plate on a large coffee type table in front of the sofa, then surprised Stan and Rowenna by kissing them passionately. That brought several amused responses, especially from Kelly-Lynne and another female vampire that I did not know by name.

When all of the commotion had ended, Kelly-Lynne introduced the other vampire female as Raisa, vampire and sorceress.

That surprised the heck out of me. The really odd part is that I could feel something vague emanating from her, magical essence perhaps?

What happened next surprised me even more. "Greetings, Remy, little witchling. I can see that you noticed my aura field?"

Witchling? What the heck did she mean by that? I had to try three times before I could actually say it clearly, and she nodded in reply.

As I picked up my plate, overflowing with food, she sat down where it had been and started talking to me.

"Witchling I said, and witchling you are, young one. Hmmm... You will be mates to these two at some point, I can see. Oh, my, you need to learn to shield, I had no trouble reading your surface thoughts, specifically about your physical issue. I may be able to help.

When she said that, I was shocked so badly that I dropped my plate, with the food spattering all over my lap before the plate hit the floor.

Kelly-Lynne, Annalise and a couple of others broke into brief laughter before they noticed my emotional state. It was a good thing that Stan and Rowenna were watching. Both passed their plates to the strange sorceress, then wrapped me in their oh so comforting arms.

A few minutes passed by before I could fully recover. In that time span, Annalise had run off to get me some clean clothes.

Rowenna walked with me to the communal bathroom, where I quickly changed into the clean clothes and asked what I was supposed to do with the soiled clothing. Rowenna laughed, picked the clothes up and ran them under the tap, rinsing off the worst of the mess.

Then I noticed a large hamper not far from the door. Rowenna said it was for dirty clothing, towels, etc, as she dropped the clothes into it.

We returned then to the food tables where I quickly filled a plate with the same types of foods that I had had on the first plate.

When I had finished getting my new food, Rowenna and I walked over to the sofas and sat down next to Stan, facing the sorceress again.

Raisa sputtered apologies my way for a minute or two before I interrupted her, telling her she had done no actual harm, just shocked me very much. She nodded and we spent the next thirty minutes discussing magic in its various forms as Stan, Rowenna and I ate our food.

I'd been told about the crazy appetite that many were folks have, and thus was not surprised to see them going for seconds and thirds. Except for the brief periods when they were getting fresh food, Stan and Rowenna listened to Raisa just as intently.

When I finished eating, Raisa stated, and there was no doubt that it was meant as a command, "Training time for you, witchling."

I took a moment to glance to either side, and noted that both Stan and Rowenna were nodding, agreeing about the magical training.

I sighed, hauled myself off of the sofa with a little nudge from Stan and quietly followed Raisa to the upper floor of the building. She led me to a fair sized room not far from the elevator that was marked with a plaque which said Magical Arts and opened the door.

Raisa spent the first hour and a bit just drilling me on how to feel the essence around me, then another hour to learn how to gather it. During the third hour, she taught me the simplest spell she knew, one that would create a very small light, a candle flame without the candle?

We took a half hour break at that point and headed downstairs to eat. I couldn't believe how hungry I was already!

I actually went as far as to grab a clean platter, roughly twice the size of a plate, to use for the food I was grabbing from various trays. Two ten ounce steaks, venison according to a nearby were I hadn't yet met, four corn cobs, three large potatoes, butternut squash and green beans filled more than half of the platter. There was just enough space by the two steaks on the platter for me to drop two large kaiser buns.

I noticed, as we headed for the sofas, that there didn't seem to be many people in the main area at that point.

We found seats and ate as she continued to train me, albeit verbally rather than by the use of essence.

Once we had cleaned our plates, we headed back upstairs for more training in the magical arts.

I wasn't paying attention to time as we worked, as I was having a hard time learning how to shield myself from various kinds of attacks.

What I do know is that Raisa called it quits as I shivered briefly, then crumpled to the floor, completely exhausted.

I didn't see her pull out the cell phone, but I did notice the gentle hands of Stan and Rowenna when they roused me some time later. If it hadn't been for the two of them pretty much holding me up, I would not have made it to Rowenna's room, then onto the huge bed.

I'm not sure, but I think Rowenna stayed with me. I heard them talking briefly before I lost consciousness once more.

The smell of fresh food roused me this time, and with Rowenna's help, I managed to stay upright and hold the plate in my hand. As soon as I had the fork that Stan had handed to me, I started eating, barely taking time to chew. I was absolutely undeniably ravenous.

I hadn't even noticed that it was a platter I was holding, not a plate, as I tore into the food and ate every last crumb as fast as possible. I could hear Rowenna and Stan eating and talking to each other, but I paid them no attention, the food was far more important at the moment.

When we had all finished eating, I discovered that Rowenna and Stanislau wanted to have a serious discussion.

That discussion, of course, was about the three of us, especially how strong the attraction I felt for both of them happened to be. They took almost an hour to explain mating rituals within the were community and about the possibility of us being a three way soulmate.

I listened intently, then when they were finished, I calmly told them I wasn't ready for full on sex. I knew that Stan knew about what Rowenna and I had done the previous night before he joined us, and I made it clear that that was as far as I was willing to go right now.

Stan asked about that thing down there, whether it was the reason I wouldn't go further, and I blushed beet red as I nodded my reply.

Once I had stopped trying to be a stoplight, I mentioned that Raisa had said that she might be able to help me somehow.

That led to half an hour of discussion about the possible ways that she might be able to help and what each method would do.

I ended it when I said, in a quiet yet clear tone, "If she can make me fully female somehow, then so help me, I would say yes in a heartbeat."

After I had said that, the three of us snuggled together, and I drifted off to sleep a short while later in a state of contentment and hope.