See You on the Other Side
(Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***

Friday, October 8th

It was cool out today. I was on our balcony, looking towards Queens, I was in another black dress. I wanted to dress similar to Lillian, I wanted to match. She only wore pants and loose tops, but they were always black. I could see myself in the reflection of the sliding glass doors, I looked nice and sexy, my dress was shorter than last week, it was tighter. It was a tank-type dress, with a rounded neckline. I showed just a little bit of my cleavage, the little bit I would allow. I had on beige pantyhose and you could see my legs from the middle of my thigh down. I put on three-and-a-half-inch black chunky heels.

I looked like someone who worked at Global Bank, one of Lillian's friends. One of the people I knew she would rather be hanging out with other than me. Her glamourous crossdressing husband, with his expensive perfume.

I went back in to brush my wig, it was long, down past my boobs. I put on more mascara and some lip gloss. I heard the front door.

I ran into Lillian in the hall, it was dark. "Wow, nice dress. New?"

"No, this old thing."

She laughed, "I'll be right in. Let's take a picture."

I made salad, I made some rolls, I made a mistake. I walked to the fridge to get the salad dressing, my hands and long nails pointing out by my side. I did my regular walk.

Lillian was watching, disapproving, "God you are such a sissy, I can't believe how you walk in those heels. You are so gay." She had a hand on her hip.

I was embarrassed. I put down the bottle and went to my room. This was the reason I didn't want to see her while I dressed up, I became so feminine, I became my genuine self, a different person. I had a great walk, I had a pleasant personality, I became a 'female.' There... now she knew. She didn't have to be so rude. She reminded me of the bakery cashier.

She was at the door. Knock, knock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Knock, knock. "Sabrina, please come out, I'm sorry for ruining dinner."

***

Friday, October 15th

It was dress-down Friday for me, I was wearing a long black t-shirt. It was a little loose, my breasts and legs still looked nice. I had worn this before, last time with sandals, this time with high-top white converse sneakers and nude pantyhose. I didn't want Lillian to think I was too much of a sissy or acting too gay, whatever that meant.

My wig parted in the middle, landing on my breasts. Dark pink lipstick on my bigger lips, I spent an hour on them. I had on brown mascara and my eyebrows looked sensational. I had on my big gold hoops, they matched my Aviator glasses, I think I can eat with them on. We will soon find out.

"I'm home!" I heard Lillian call. I walked into the kitchen, put the cheese board on the table, I opened the wine, I didn't move. I was waiting for Lillian, I wanted her to see I could be less feminine in sneakers.

"Cute, cute, cute. Turn around." I did, but I wasn't happy about it. "Cute, are you wearing stockings?"

"Pantyhose."

"Ha, they still make those?" We took a quick picture of our outfits and we finally sat down. I felt myself not smiling, not showing my teeth. She put a little gift bag on the table. She watched me pour the wine. I tried not to be overly feminine today, tried to tone myself down. It wasn't easy, wearing nails made every hand movement more femme, she should see my technique while I text on my phone. Long hair made you turn your head differently, having breasts made you sit straighter, you felt the wonderful weight of them. Sometimes I couldn't keep my hands off of them, Sometimes I couldn't leave my room or get anything done. Who doesn't like fondling boobs?

I sat and she moved the gift closer to me, she picked up her wine. "Cheers." We clinked.

"What's this?"

"A little thank you gift for making such a wonderful dinner. And also to say sorry for last week, I was talking to Marlene and Meg, and they said..."

"You told your friends about me?"

"Just them." She gave me her look, her 'why you actin' so crazy' look. "They said they would both love to have a perfect housewife to come home to." She smiled, she laughed.

I didn't like her talking about me, it made me uncomfortable.

"Come on, open up."

I took another sip of wine, Lillian wasn't a gift giver. I was. I wasn't a gift receiver, she was, the roles were reversed and I didn't like it. I opened the little bag and fished through the pink crepe paper. I pulled out a little white box. I was nervous, I had to say something, I was the funny one.

"A new IUD?"

"Ha, yes, the pharmacy had to guess your size."

I opened the box, it was a silver heart. The backs of two women sitting on an open heart, silver, and pink, it said 'Forever My Friend.' Friend? Was I Lillian's friend now?

I smiled, I'm sure she meant it to be nice, "It's beautiful." I held it in my hand and brought it closer to my eyes, I could barely see through the sunglasses.

"Take those off and look at it properly," She laughed. I took off the glasses, she was going to see my perfect eyebrows and my long lashes. "Put it on."

She stood up and put it around my neck, I had to lift my hair. I touched the necklace with my long pink nails, it was nice. I picked it up to look closer again. "Which one of us is the pink one?"

"Me of course, the silver one is in a dress, haha."

The rest of dinner was becoming nicer, we took more pictures, we had more wine, she complimented my cooking. Her phone rang. It was Meg, they talked for the duration. I heard my name a couple of times. She hung up, "Sorry," Her phone rang, it was Marlene, they talked through dessert. Lillian kissed me on the forehead and went to her bedroom, I cleaned up. I sat and finished the wine, fingering my new necklace, and looking out the window toward the balcony.

***

I started to dress up a little more when I came home from work. I wanted to put on my bigger breasts, my taller heels, my dangling earrings. I always tried to save up my compulsion for Fridays, but now I needed it more. I was at a perfect weight, 150 pounds. I was going to the gym more often and my body was getting more feminine, more lean, my butt more round. I wanted to check my progress, I wanted to pick an outfit out for Friday. For the shops.

I had on lacy white panties. I was tucked and looking very feminine in them. I slid on my garter belt and white stockings. They felt incredible. One day I wanted to have sex in this outfit. Over that I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt, no one would know how girlie I was right now but me. I was glancing at the clock, Lillian was late. We were eating takeout and it was getting cold. I was drinking sake and it was getting even colder. I was on the couch, my legs crossed, I was feeling very feminine in my lingerie, then the door opened, I uncrossed.

"Hey sorry, I'm gonna wash up."

***

I took the sake out of the microwave, we sat at the dinner table.

"So I went to the other side to get our mail, I can't believe they still get these two buildings confused."

We lived in an apartment complex called the BK View. It was TWO twenty-six floor high-rises. We shared a huge lobby. I loved it, it was very modern and clean. We lived in apartment 1901N and a man named Marler lived in 1901S. Lillian visited him once a month or so to collect our mail, and to give him all his that ended up in our mailbox.

"I feel sorry for Ross, he is all alone. When did the wife die? Is it a year already?" She started to think.

"Probably close to it."

"When I went in, well, the apartment was a mess and he was eating Kraft mac and cheese, drinking beer. A real bachelor. Ha."

I liked him, he was nice. He'd say hello if I saw him in the hall. He was a little older than us and he had been in this building since it opened, over eight years ago.

"I was thinking, you could get all girlie and clean his apartment, he would love it. You would love it more." She laughed and I looked at her, I didn't like those types of comments. Ever since we started having dinner as two girls she brought up my crossdressing even more. When I was male, I started keeping my hair in a rubber band because she told me I turned my head like a girl, I held my hair out of my face like a model, I flipped my hair like an actress.

His apartment would be spotless, by the way.

***

Friday, October 22nd

I went basic with dinner, I was inspired by a man I ran into at the market. His name was Martyn, he was the man I chased after. He calls me 'The Runaway Bride.'

"So how is my 'Runaway Bride' this morning?" I was behind him on the butcher's line.

"I lost my bouquet, but otherwise fine, and you?"

"Ha, I'm always fine. Especially today, I am making meatloaf, my husband's second favorite."

I was looking at him, he was very handsome, he was very friendly, I wanted him to get a little more familiar with me. I said, "You know, I will make that too, whatever you get I'll get the same." I smiled and he tapped my nose with a little laugh. I whispered, "My wife loves meatloaf but I never make it, it's not fancy enough for me." I squinted my eyes and face.

He looked at me a little closer, he whispered back "You have a lucky wife. She must be very happy coming home to such a beautiful woman."

I got closer to his ear, "I'm a little genderfluid."

He laughed aloud, "So are half my friends." We left together, we would get lunch next week.

***

The oven was on, I decided since dinner was so basic with meatloaf and mashed potatoes, so would be my outfit. I had on my navy blue dress with nice big white polka dots. It was sleeveless and came up to my knees. I had on my white garter-belt set again, but with beige stockings. I also had on my three-inch white pumps. They were very feminine and made me walk so girlie, but I didn't care, talking to Martyn inspired me. My makeup was light, and my lips were light pink matching my longer than usual nails. I put on my friendship necklace and big clip-on white round earrings, and even a pink Alice band in my hair. The sixties were calling and I looked like I was waiting for a vacuum salesman to knock on the door.

Sometimes when I am dressed up and feeling gorgeous I do this... thing. I first walk while shaking my ass, flipping my hair. I twirl, I lift up my dress, up to my panties. I get closer to my mirror, I look at my perfect lips, my fingers go in my hair. I whisper, I move my lips again, my tongue makes an appearance, my other hand goes down to my breasts. I rub, I squeeze, I kiss my reflection. My hand makes its way under my dress, my face is always surprised. I feel my fingers under my panties. I feel my long nails scratch my 'clit' and I move it around. I remembered talking to Martyn, he was so nice, his breath was so fresh, his hands were so big. I had one hand in my panties the other twirling my hair, I would cum. I would shoot against the mirror, I would keep my dress clean. I would close my eyes. Sometimes I changed the order but the ending was always the same.

"Mmm, I needed that."

***

"Meatloaf? Do you feel okay?"

Fridays were for something crazy, something new, something different. Lillian was a little surprised.

"Mmm-mmm, meatloaf matches my outfit." I shut off the burner with the vegetables.

"Ha, Sabrina, now you do look like the perfect housewife, my friends at work would be so jealous. I should have bought you pearls instead."

I made martinis and I gave her one. We clinked glasses. Lillian had a devious look in her eye. "I have a little surprise."

"Do you? Another gift?" I pulled my necklace over the high-necked dress. Showing it off.

"Maybe." She looked at her watch, "Let's have our drinks in the living room." I followed her in, my heels were clicking on the tiles. I felt a little self-conscious with my big earrings bouncing on my cheeks, my long hair moving behind me, my long fingers daintily holding my glass.

The bell rang. Lillian looked at me. "I'll get it."

I was in view of the door, I was frozen, someone was going to see me crossdressing in my home. The door opened, my eyes got wider.

"Sabrina, this is Ross."

***

We were at the dinner table, I was quieter than usual. I had a man sitting next to me, while I was wearing a short tight dress. He had brought two bottles of wine and we were enjoying the red as Lillian spoke.

"It's silly that you haven't had a home-cooked meal and Sabrina makes them all the time. Isn't she a wonderful cook?"

"She is, you are very lucky." He smiled at me, he tipped his wine glass toward me. He was the second man today to call my wife lucky.

"Every Friday she comes up with something crazy, today she makes your favorite, what are the odds?"

"And of course, these plates look familiar," Ross revealed a little more color as his meatloaf got eaten.

"Really? Sabrina got them from India. They are for special occasions but she uses them every day, aren't they beautiful."

I was surprised how easy the night was going, he had even let us take a picture together, after a couple of minutes he seemed quite relaxed with two 'women.' Lillian seemed a lot nicer too, not teasing me at all.

I watched them talk, it was okay, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. Ross was acting like we never met before like I was just another woman in the building. It's funny but I started to feel like one from the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me.

Lillian talked to me like I was a party favor, something here for her amusement. Something to get her through dinner and into her quiet bed or out the door. Ross was talking to me like I was a real person, just like Martyn did. Maybe I was more real than I imagined. Maybe Sabrina lived in this marvelous apartment, with the view and handsome neighbors? Maybe Sabrina was finally enjoying herself.

Lillian's phone rang and she left the table.

Ross smiled as he ate his meatloaf, he drank his wine. "You are so quiet, I'm sorry I am making you nervous."

"No, don't be silly, I am always nervous."

He smiled at me. He was looking at my breasts, my perfect C cups. "I like your necklace." He went back to my eyes.

I held the little heart, "Lillian gave it to me, according to this we will be friends forever."

"That's nice, it's great having friends." He grabbed my free hand and shook it. "Maybe I should go, you know if Lillian is busy."

"No, please, we still have dessert. I like the company, Lillian is always on her phone. I tend to just talk to myself." I smiled again, I was starting to have fun.

"Oh, really. What do you say?"

"Ha, well I always say pass the pepper, but it never comes."

I stood up and put the dishes in the sink, he started helping. "Well next time, call me and I will get the pepper for you."

"Deal."

***

End of Part 2 of 7

See You on the Other Side
(Part 3)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***

Friday, October 29th

"Huh!"

I wasn't used to getting grabbed from behind, especially in a red dress and pumps.

"Ha, you and I are so alike, we're touchy, we're feely, we're grabby and runny and smelly, haha." Martyn was meeting me at his favorite luncheonette. We were going to discuss dinner plans.

"So I was thinking 'Rogan Josh,' you know lamb, naan, and rice, whatcha think." I smiled, he was so happy to see me and his enthusiasm was rubbing off on my nonchalant demeanor.

"Mmm, perfect, my Spanish husband loves rice. He loves me just a teensy bit more."

"He must really love rice then, ha." We laughed it was fun, I never had a friend as a girl before.

He noticed my necklace. "Aww, I didn't realize you were twelve years old,"

"I am, I'm just tall for my age."

"Tsk, How long have you had this heart? Years?" He was still turning it over in his hands.

"Two whole weeks, it was a gift from the wife, she was a little mean to me."

"She was? When I see her I will punch her, right in the boob. So you are wife and wife?"

"No husband and wife, I only dress on special occasions and she's a GG."

He laughed, A GG, um, a Graceful Gazelle?"

"No, a Genetic Girl."

He shook his head and dropped the necklace, "She is a cis woman, you are a GG, a gorgeous girl."

I smiled, I was loving lunch with a man, it was even better than dinner. "And how about you?

"Well... me and Randall are husband and husband. I hate those other terms, don't put me in a box, I need somewhere with windows. And where is our waitress?"

The waitress came over and sat with us, we had whatever she suggested. She loved my necklace, but she wasn't that fond of rice it ruined her diet.

***

'I believe when I fall in love, with you it will be forever'

My music was on and I was feeling so incredibly sexy, feminine, and loved. Being with Martyn today did something massive to my confidence. I wasn't ready for it.

Since the red went over so well this morning, I was going to wear more. I found a darker red dress with tiny polka dots. Maybe polka dots were my thing. I put tan pantyhose on and a tan bra and corset, no panties, just a little tuck. I put on four-inch red heels and my long blonde wig, it was the longest one I had, it dipped just past my bra. I put on thick gold hoops and went a little dramatic on the makeup. A couple of huge bracelets and my necklace. After a spritz of perfume, I slipped on my sunglasses. I looked so hot in glasses, I kissed my reflection, but I took them off I wanted Ross and Lillian to see my eye makeup, my long false lashes my perfect eyebrows. I hung them on the corner of my mirror. My lips of course were red, bright red matching my nails and my heels. I couldn't wait to serve my lamb. I couldn't wait for this little tour through India, these meals were usually my favorite.

***

"Okay come on, let's take a quick picture. Our Friday get-together." Lillian laughed as she set up the phone, afterwards she took one of just Ross and me. She sent them all to me and then she took some more with his phone.

The kitchen smelled wonderful as I served the Rogan Josh and naan. My gold and blue dishes always looked better with curry on them, the more spice the better, they felt at home. I put more sitars on our speakers, Ravi Shankar, atmospheric, it drenched the kitchen in dramatics and sound. The house smelled of curry. I only made Indian food once a month, at the most, I would have to start making it more. Ross was loving it.

"I love this, I love anything I can eat with bread, anything I can dip. And It smells fantastic." I was happy, Ross was enjoying the food and the Kingfisher, the Indian beer that I poured. Lillian, I could tell could care less. She wasn't even paying attention to us. I would think this would be her favorite, but she barely ate any, she was too busy on her phone.

Lillian put down her phone and fork, "Sabrina, would you mind if I went out with Meg and Marlene, they are right around the corner."

I stared into her eyes, was she going to leave me with Ross. By ourselves? "Um, okay."

"Great," She got up as Ross and I watched her. What was I going to say? But at least she asked.

She made lots of noise, and then she was out the door in two minutes, I had never seen her move so fast, and she left everything uneaten on her plate.

"I'm sorry," I told Ross.

"That's okay, more for us." And he smiled as he cleaned off his plate.

***

It was Halloween, it was Sunday, I was waiting for Martyn. I was in the luncheonette, wearing my tan coat and a hat. My leg was bouncing over my knee.

I heard a commotion at the front, it was quite crowded for brunch. "Let's go, where is she?" I turned around, there was a little bit of chatter amongst the older customers. "I'll find you, I am taking you straight to hell!" I heard a growl.

I looked up, Martyn was in red, he had red horns and boots. He was holding a demon trident. I smiled, he scared me a little.

"Here you are, you little hussy!"

"Hussy?"

"Yes, that's how the devil talks, don't you know anything about the underworld?"

***

When I told Martyn that Lillian was leaving me alone on Halloween to meet with her clients from India, he invited me to brunch. He was miffed I wasn't going to a party or wearing a costume so he sent me one. I was hiding it inside my coat.

"Come on, stand up, drop the disguise."

So I stood and took off my coat, I was standing in a nice flight attendant uniform. It was blue, short-sleeved, and very, very short. I had completely waxed my arms, to show off. I had nude pantyhose and blue three-inch matching pumps. I also had on thick blue bracelets and a little blue-collar that hid the top of my breast forms, double D of course, showing all types of cleavage. I had on blue eyeshadow, pink rouge, and pink lips. I looked like I was ready to fly, maybe even to India. I had my real hair brushed straight and curled at the bottom. On top I had on a captain's hat with wings on the front, it didn't look official.

"Nice, sexy, I suddenly have a craving for almonds, ha."

I had my hands on my hips, I was posing, I felt empowered. A man walked over and put a tray of coffee down on the table. "Hi."

"Sabrina, this is Randall. he works here now. Ha."

***

I especially loved the walk home from brunch.

Martyn and Randall made me feel incredible today. They made me show them my legs, they made me stick out my feet into the aisle. I was getting so many interesting looks, I was checking everybody's carry-on.

I loved that Randall wasn't wearing a costume, he was such a guy. I was just sorry they both had to get up early after their night out partying. We laughed and ate, I had such a good time. They teased me mercilessly, they said my lips were perfect for sucking something other than lollipops. Which they made me suck after brunch. We took so many pictures. We took pictures together, with took some with customers and the waitress, she was dressed up like a waitress.

They wouldn't let me walk home with my coat on, so I held it in my arms, showing off my legs and breasts to everyone on the way to their Halloween parties. I kissed them both goodbye and a man came over and gave me candy, another lollipop, I smiled and thanked him. I popped the lolly in my mouth, it matched my lips. In my building I stopped and talked to the doorman, his name is Dave, I gave him the rest of the lollypops, I had only seen him for three years.

I had hours before Lillian was going to be home, I went into my bedroom and posed in front of my mirror. I slowly took off my uniform. Zipped it down, showed more of my boobs, showed my belly button, zipped down more, and showed my 'pussy' tucked away in my navy blue panties and pantyhose. The dress was open, I played with myself, I was way too excited. I took off my hat and swung my hair. I watched my lips on the lolly, I was getting good at showing off. The pop went in and out of my mouth, my tongue was all over it. I had just been with two men, my confidence and my libido were off the charts. I started rubbing, my long pink nails pushing against the mound in my panties. I held onto the mirror, I was breathing heavy, this flight attendant was getting too excited, how was she going to serve all that soda, when was she going to move out of the aisle? I slipped down my panties and pantyhose, I rubbed a little more, I started to cum all over the mirror, I shot all over the reflection of the hot woman, from her legs down. She loved it, she laughed, she fell back and lay on the bed. Next, she was going to join the 'Mile High Club.'

"Wow, I wish Halloween would come around more often." I fell asleep.

***

Friday, November 5th

"I have to discuss the possible fly over to India, it will be better with drinks." Lillian wasn't going to be at dinner at all tonight, it would just be Ross and me. I didn't mind, she didn't need an excuse. I knew she would rather hang with her friends.

"I'm making 'dark and stormy's then, I know they are not your favorite."

"Oh? good, I won't be missing anything." And she was gone. I took off the heart necklace and put it on the other corner of the mirror.

I was waiting for Ross. I loved Friday's again, I loved making something different, something special, and that someone would actually like it. Randall was in the mood for red meat so Martyn and I were making noodles with steak tidbits, in a wine sauce.

I had on a new dress, more polka dots. It was baby blue, very short showing off my legs in stockings. I was showing off some cleavage, I was showing off my nice smooth arms. I have had my legs and chest hairless since before I met Lillian, I was hoping she didn't notice my arms and underarms. I liked being hair-free, it made me feel more like a girl. It was one less thing to worry about.

Once Lillian was gone, I slipped on three-inch sandals, black with a thin ankle strap. I had on my long blonde wig and my long false lashes. My lips and nails were painted mauve. I put a drop of perfume on and then the bell rang. I was ready to receive guests.

"Hi, wow, you look awesome tonight. Lillian is lucky to have you."

"Thank you," I smiled, this was starting to feel like a date. "Come on in." Ross handed me a box from a bakery and a bottle. I brought both into the kitchen. I gave him the drink I made, it had a very spicy Ginger beer in it, lots of dark rum and lime, it was one of my favorites, and Lillian's least. I watched Ross's eyes as he drank, he smiled and it made me very happy that someone else liked it.

***

Ross had an interesting look on his face. "I want to tell you something," We had just finished dinner, I was making coffee and we were going to have dessert. We decided to go sit on the couch and look out the window at my view. "I feel a little funny about it."

"No, tell me. please." I poured the coffee, crossed my legs, and then paid attention. This was nice, usually, after dinner, Lillian was getting ready for bed, she usually took her coffee in the bedroom with her, leaving me on my own, telling me dinner was just okay.

"I met a woman."

"Oh?"

"Well," He started to think, "I knew her through work, but we got to talking last week." He moved closer to me. He was on the chair next to mine. "Just being out of the house, you know, these last couple of weeks with two beautiful women, has just made it easier for me to talk to someone. I haven't been on a date, or with a woman in so long." He shook his head.

I understood. I patted his arm, then held it. "That's great, have you been out yet?"

"No, tomorrow, I am taking her to the movies and then dinner." He shrugged. "I want to thank you, I feel like I am practicing. You are so easy to talk to, you're funny and you listen so well, ha, to all my stupid stories." He was looking at me, I could tell he meant it. I was glad that I was being helpful to someone.

"I can't wait for next week so you can tell me how it went." And we drank our coffee and looked at the view. He opened the bottle he brought for me. It was Absinthe, it was strong, it was so bitter, a little medicinal. I loved it. I felt it run through my body, I felt it relax my brain. I forgot all about Lillian. I love that Ross and I could introduce things to each other, there would always be something new.

We said goodnight by the door, he surprised me. He kissed my cheek and hugged me. He had a huge smile on his face, I loved that he enjoyed these Friday nights. I watched him walk to the elevator. I had dreams all night.

***

Friday, November 12th

"That was your first goodnight kiss?"

"Well, from a man. It was nice."

Martyn was in front of me, we were at one of the Italian deli's. There were a bunch of them but this one was his favorite. He ordered for both of us. "And I want it thin capisce?" The deli man understood.

I then showed him the pictures of Ross and me from the dinners. Even the ones with Lillian.

"Do you need a man, Sabrina? Do you need me to make a call honey?"

I put my hand on my breast, I cleared my throat, "No, I'm just saying..."

"I could have a line full of testosterone in front of your door in twenty tiny minutes, it would look like you were giving away beer, or motor oil." He laughed, he was always cracking himself up, "Or I could send Randall, but he might not come back, so forget it."

We got our cold cuts and salads and walked back toward our apartments. "I haven't seen my wife all week, the last couple of weeks."

"Working women are busy."

"I know, but you know what? I don't even miss her."

***

Martyn wanted to go out one night with Lillian and me, but I knew that would never happen. He and his husband wanted to spend more time with me, I was genuinely flattered. I knew they had to be so popular. They were both so gorgeous and so friendly.

I was looking forward to tonight, Ross was going to tell me about his date, and Lillian would be gone before he even showed up. I made an Italian hero for dinner, I spooned out some salads and some cheese with virgin olive oil. It was the least amount of work I ever did on a Friday.

Lillian was talking to me from her room, I could barely hear her. "We went to that fancy wine bar. We had $200 bottles of White Zinfandel, can you imagine!"

"Mmm."

I wasn't paying attention, I was looking at my image in the reflection of the glass cabinets. I looked and felt more feminine than usual, I felt like the housewife everyone assumed I wanted to be.

"Tonight there are going to be eleven of us. I love hanging with a crowd!"

"Mmm."

I couldn't believe I was wearing pants. I went shopping this week with the guys and they made me buy them. It was white, black, orange, and gray patterned and the pants came down to my calves. I had on nude thigh highs underneath. My ass and crotch looked amazing. The top was a little halter, and I wore no bra, Just my C-cup forms hidden in the cups. My arms, shoulders, and back were almost completely exposed, I felt so femme, I felt the cool air on my body. I had my long blonde wig parted on the side hanging over my shoulder and I was watching the sexy woman fix it in the glass in the cabinet, admiring her big gold hoops. She was smiling showing off her long lashes and copper shadow. She wasn't paying attention to the world.

"I'm going." I turned around, Lillian was watching me. She walked over and took my hand, I had on long gray fingernails. "Why are you so smooth?"

I started to blush, "I, I don't know."

"I thought just your legs were hairless," She was studying me, looking at my shoulders. She lifted my hand and saw my perfect underarm, I wished she was gone already. "You are getting girlier every freakin' time I see you. Look at you, look at that stomach, that crotch, what the fuck, are you taking something you shouldn't be taking?"

"Lillian, no of course not, maybe it's the exercise. I go four times a week."

She let go of my hand, she was starting to get nasty, she was looking at me weirdly. "I guess. Shit, I'm going, I'm already late." She gave me another look and huffed away. She slammed the door, I felt myself sweat, thank god she was gone.

***

I had to forget about Lillian. I put on Stevie Wonder.

'When the truths of love are planted firm,
They won't be hard to find,
And the words of love I speak to you
Will echo in your mind'

We were eating in the living room, we moved the couch and the little table closer to the window. I wanted a view with our sandwiches and Italian wine.

"So how was the big date?" I asked, wiping pesto from my lips.

"Well, actually two and a half dates."

"Look at you getting back on a bicycle."

"Ha, that's right. Heh, we had dinner and a movie on Saturday. Dinner on Tuesday and then a quick drink yesterday."

I was happy for him, I sat up, crossed my legs, I wanted to hear more. "That's great, did she have fun, were you nice?"

"She did and I was, I think she enjoyed herself. She wants to go out again."

"Where are you going to take her now?"

"Probably McDonald's, I think she would like that. She is not too adventurous, and she doesn't drink." He held up his wine and we clinked glasses. "She doesn't think I should drink either."

"Aww, there is nothing better than drinking."

***

I knew Lillian wasn't going to be home until late so I asked him to stay and we would watch TV and have coffee together.

I took him to our 'playroom' and we relaxed, took off our shoes, and each took over a couch. It was nice, we talked about Brooklyn and the apartment building, we talked about movies and our favorite after-dinner drinks. I told him about Martyn and Randall, and then about Lillian being mad at me for waxing my arms. He listened to everything, he kept on holding my hand and shaking his head. He seemed very supportive.

He looked back at the TV, "I love this commercial." He was watching the screen, it was a commercial for lingerie. All of the models were beautiful and they had on stockings, garter belts, and heels.

"I bet you do." I giggled, all men loved lingerie, I loved it. Lillian never wore it, she slept in a t-shirt and men's pajama bottoms. If I was by myself I slept in a bra, panties, nightgown, and thigh highs. I usually got so much girlier as the night went on, Lillian would never ever know.

"I love that you dress up so beautifully, you are like the girls in this commercial."

"And I have about twenty sets of lingerie just like that. Even sexier." I giggled some more, I liked that he complimented me, but I wasn't secure enough to enjoy it. Martyn would say such nice things about my dresses and nails and eye makeup, he would make me practice saying thank you. He was a good teacher, I was learning.

Ross moved up a little, closer to the screen. "Like these, really?"

"Yes really, I could put one on and show you if you don't believe me."

"No, no I um, believe you, Sabrina." He was looking at me, I could tell he was looking at my feet, then up to my crotch. I bet he was wondering if I could hide myself to look more like a girl in lingerie.

I got up, "I will be back in ten. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure anything."

I poured a little bit of the Absinthe with a tiny bit of water and simple syrup and then went into the back to change. Why not show him. I would love to show Lillian but she would just be annoyed at me. She would see I had no hair on my entire body, not even my crotch, just a little triangle. She didn't even like that I owned lingerie and nightwear, she didn't think I should ever have to wear it. She would only let me own the one coat, why would I need more, where was I going?

I got completely undressed, I knew what I wanted to wear. I took the five components and put them on the bed. I first put on my double D breast forms, then slipped on the black bra, it was made of lace, it was underwired, it barley hid the nipples. My breasts looked perfectly feminine, the top of the silicone right under my chin.

I put on my garter belt and slipped on the black oil slick stockings. They were my favorite, they were tight and so shiny. I then pulled the tiny panty up over my perfect legs, up to my hips, and then positioned myself. I was getting excited but I was now tucked and facing down, still a perfect feminine outline. I put on my six-inch platform pumps. I took off my wig and then sat and brushed my hair, put on darker lipstick, and put on bigger earrings, bigger, thicker gold hoops almost touching my shoulder. What was I doing, was I going to tease Ross? Or was I just showing off? Maybe I just wanted someone to see how sexy I could become, how radiant, how sensual. I slipped on a sheer black coverup, it was long, down to my ankles. If I chickened out I could keep it on.

I made so much noise on the wood floor. I did one more check in the reflection of my cabinets in the kitchen. I could easily be one of those women on television, a model, I could fall into that role so easily. I was practically one now, living it hours a week. I grabbed the drinks and headed back to the TV. I just wanted to show someone how femme I was, how much of a 'woman' I could become.

"Hi." I smiled, he would never expect me to look so incredible under this black wrap. he would never believe that I was this femme-looking. My hairless, toned, pale body, I was quite proud of myself. I handed him the drink, I smiled, we sipped, he finished the whole thing. He looked a little nervous, he watched me move, He was waiting for the reveal. I stretched in front of him, my breasts were two sizes bigger than before, my heels three inches taller, my voice more sultry. I dropped the black cover-up, it pooled at my feet. I giggled, my hands on my hips, my nails glowing, I was now showing off.

He was quiet, I played with my hair, I was getting nervous. I could feel his gaze take in my entire look from head to heels.

"Um, wow, Sabrina you look incredible." He sat up, he started to smile, he was looking at the soft venus mound hidden in my panties. "Wow, I don't even know what to say."

I put my hands on my hips, showing off my gray nails. "Well you could say I look even better than those women on television," And then I giggled again.

"You do, you totally do. I can't, um, can't believe how great you look."

I fell back onto the couch and crossed my legs as I practiced, so theatrical. I played with my hair, I sipped my drink, I checked my nails. He watched me as I went through my routine. I giggled.

He got up to get himself another glass of wine. He came in, he finished the bottle. We watched TV, he then started watching me again. He was talking, he sat on the chair closer to me and turned it around. His eyes never left my legs, my breasts, my hands as I gestured with my long nails. I wasn't consciously trying to flirt... but I was. He laughed, I giggled again, it was nice.

"Do you have breasts?" He moved closer, then he stood up to get a better look.

"Yes and no, I do but they are made of silicone. They feel great, do you want to touch?"

And he did. I pushed them out and his hand went slow as he felt my right boob, he then held the left, he stopped, he pulled away quickly and he let out a little laugh. "I'm sorry." I could tell he was a little embarrassed, he was enjoying them. "I better go, it's getting late."

"Oh, Okay. You could stay." But he walked to the door, I was almost the same size as him in my heels. "Thank you again for having dinner with me, I really enjoy these nights. I love the company."

He turned around and took my hands giving me one more look. "You know," He was now looking at lips, my breasts, my 'pussy.' "I have never seen a real live woman wearing anything like this. I have never been with a woman that has even worn stockings for me, ever." He tightened his grip on my hands, leaned in, and kissed my cheek. He kept it there for a beat too long. "Goodnight, and thank you for showing me what I have been missing."

I smiled, I wish he had stayed a little longer. He made me feel so good tonight, he made me feel like a 'woman.' I know I made him feel like a man. His manhood was so hard, it was totally noticeable in his pants.

I slept in my lingerie and heels, I had dreams again all night.

***

End of Part 3 of 7

See You on the Other Side
(Part 4)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***

Friday, November 19th

"He was hard! And you let him leave. He ain't ever coming back." Martyn was laughing when I told him about the Friday before.

"He leaned in to kiss me so his male parts didn't get too close. I didn't mean to turn him on."

"You put on some slutty outfit, your highest heels, and biggest boobs and you think you accidentally made him hard? Sabrina, you are one of those mean girls."

"No."

"Yes, honey, next time finish him off, never let a man go home with a hard-on. It causes bad karma, haha."

I couldn't tell if Martyn was teasing me or not, but I was having so much fun anyway. He told me all the times he gave guys head or a quick handjob just so they didn't have to go home with their dicks interfering with the steering wheel of their car. He didn't want an accident on his conscience.

"There is no way, I am touching my neighbors cock, what would the other neighbors say?"

"I'm next, of course."

***

Unfortunately, I was feeling way too feminine today, couldn't wait to dress up this morning, go out, see Martyn and then get ready for Ross. I was enjoying myself. Finally, my crossdressing was making me happy again, not nervous and unglued. I did feel like a young woman again like I did before I even knew Lillian. I have been dressing for so long, it was always something hidden and now it felt like it was way out in the open. I just wish Lillian would be more into it, she still just wanted me to dress only on Friday, I had to man up the rest of the week.

We were making Soup, it was cold out. Broccoli cheddar, lots of sourdough bread. I had appetizers of Italian delicacies, I had a nice Merlot. I was wearing a nice little black dress, nude stockings, and black heels. My fingernails were white, my toenails were white. Martyn took me to a salon. They put lotions on my face and body, it was quite wonderful. He told me I should pamper myself. I wanted them to fix my hair, lengthen my eyelashes, pierce my ears, but they didn't. I couldn't.

"Sabrina, you should dress up like a woman the entire weekend." We were walking home, we were holding our ingredients for soup. "Just tell Lillian you need the weekend for yourself. Tell her your panty drawer is calling you."

"She won't let me, plus what would I do? She would leave me alone, I would be by myself."

"Well you can hang with us, we're usually havin' fun somewhere. We work all week and go crazy on the weekend. Think about it honey, you would be so popular."

***

"Have you been wearing my black shoes? I gotta catch a cab." Lillian was agitated, calling me again from her room.

"No." I never wore anything of hers, she didn't wear clothes that I liked, that even turned me on a little.

She walked into the kitchen everything smelled so good. "Then where are they?" She looked at my feet, my black pumps, obviously I wouldn't be sneaking a quick walk in her Doc Martens. It was getting late she had to hurry, they were taking a cab to uptown Manhattan.

Her phone started to ring, "Ugh, that's probably them." She walked out of the room.

I poured myself some wine, Ross was late too. I was at the table, my legs were crossed, my stockings looked so nice. I felt a twinge of embarrassment all of a sudden about being so sexy in front of him the other day. I looked up. I felt my long lashes flutter.

"Ross can't make it, says he got busy. He said he's sorry."

"Oh, okay, that's um, okay." I looked at my properly set table. My two beautiful empty plates.

Lillian was standing in front of the hallway mirror putting on her earrings, fixing her coat. Slipping into a different pair of shoes. She walked back in, I didn't move. "You know I could stay if you want, just two girls as we started weeks ago."

"Really? I would love that. This wine is so good."

Her phone rang, she talked. I could tell she wanted to catch her cab.

I looked at her as she walked back, still looking at her phone. "You know what, that's okay," I told her, "I can save it for tomorrow. We can have an early dinner."

"You're sure?" She headed to the door, it opened and closed.

"I'm sure," I told my empty plates.

***

I finished the glass of wine, I wasn't even hungry. I remember this morning when I loved Fridays. I felt a little sad, I cried little tears, just a little. I called Martyn.

"I would run over girlfriend with a spoon, but I got seven people here telling me I am bad at charades."

"No, no I just need to vent, thank you. I'm just feeling sorry for myself."

"Mmm," I heard Martyn sigh, he was thinking. "Why don't you call him, see what's goin' on."

"I don't even have his number, Lillian talks to him."

"You know what, why don't you invite the doorman, Dan, Darryl whatever, or wait, just go over to Ross's apartment knock on the door, and go 'What the fuck?"

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah, What the fuck? I show you my big boobs and you are too scared to come to dinner. You know that should do it."

"Mmm, maybe it will."

I checked my hair, I grabbed my black clutch. I was going to go to the other side.

***

I never went over to the other side, the South building, and I certainly never walked around throughout the building in a short black dress before. I had to take the elevator down to the tenth floor to get on the South elevator. There was a hub, a huge lobby, and only two apartments on the whole floor, compared to eight just on mine alone. The tenants here were the liaisons for the building. There was a man and a woman on one of the tremendous couches, this was Sheila and her husband, Lillian told me they practically lived in the lobby. She told me she was nosy.

"Hi" She smiled at me as I went to the other elevator, I pressed the button quickly, I didn't want to converse.

"Hello." I smiled and played with my hair.

She got up as her husband watched. "I'm Sheila, I live right there, haha."

"Oh, I'm Sabrina, I live on nineteen, nineteen north, I'm going to visit Mr. Marler."

"Say hello to Ross for me, oh can you wait a second." She then turned around and ran into her apartment. I heard children's voices. I grinned at the husband and missed the elevator twice.

"Can you give him this, he was asking me." She smiled, she seemed pretty nice. Her husband was watching the whole thing. I waved bye to them and got on the elevator.

Crazy how I wasn't as nervous as before, now I had a job to do, I had to give Ross this flyer from Sheila. A flyer for a flea market.

The floor was exactly the same as mine, but the complete opposite. It felt a little creepy. I walked over to the door and hovered by the bell, did I really want to do this, was I making a scene. Ross certainly didn't owe me his time or company. Maybe he had a woman with him. I started to think that maybe Lillian planned to find someone to keep me busy on Fridays so she could go out. And where was she going all of a sudden? Her friends just discovered she existed, like to drink, like to hang. They were always on the phone, did they never think of getting together before?

The door opened, I was standing here too long, with a confused look on my face. The slight wind blew my dress. "Oh, hi Sabrina, I saw you on my door camera."

I was at a loss for words, last time he saw me I was dressed so slutty. Now here I was prim and proper in a nice black dress and pumps, just a woman handing out flyers. "Hi, Sheila wanted me to give this to you." I smiled, I turned around I was going back to sit at my empty table.

"Wait, please come in."

I stopped, I walked back, I gave him a crooked smile, and went in.

"I'm sorry about tonight, something came up."

I noticed he had a sandwich on his table, an open bottle of beer. His apartment could definitely use a woman's touch.

His kitchen, his whole apartment was the complete opposite of mine, I was suddenly fascinated. I looked around, I held my clutch as I checked out the layout of the apartment, but I did feel silly bothering this man.

"Come on I'll give you the tour." We walked around, he kept glancing at my legs, my knees, my hips. He kept apologizing.

I kept quiet, then I started enjoying the view and you couldn't shut me up. "Wow, you get to see the other parts of Brooklyn I don't see, I'm so jealous. There's the park, the library, the museum, I can almost make out Rockaway. I love Rockaway." I had my hand on the window, squinting at the sights, I was very easily amused.
I turned to him, "Maybe I better go," he was a nice man he didn't need my drama. I walked back toward the door, "Thank you for the tour, I'll let you get back to dinner." I smiled my nicest smile, teeth and all.

"Wait Sabrina, please stay. I, I want to talk to you about something. It's important"

"Oh? Okay."

He poured us glasses of beer and we went out to his balcony, it was cold but it wasn't windy. I looked north and saw my outdoor furniture on the balcony next to his, not too far away on the northern building. I pointed, "Look, we will be able to see each other. We can be together while being so far apart." I waved to my non-existent self and he laughed. I loved watching my white nails in the cold air.

He shook his head. "You are so much fun. I really needed those dinners with someone so funny and interesting, I was in such a funk."

"Like James Brown?"

"Yes, exactly like that." We drank our beer, I moved over to the railing. I loved it here in Brooklyn, I loved my apartment building, my neighborhood, my friends. I looked down at the streets as he moved closer to me, our arms were touching. We were keeping each other warm.

"I'm sorry for running out so fast on you last week."

I was searching for dogs and children on the streets below. I wasn't paying attention.

"Mmm, that's okay, you don't have to apologize anymore." I pointed, "Ooh look, that's the deli I went to this morning." I was still looking down, I could feel Ross push against me a little more.

"Um, I'm not seeing Patti anymore."

"Patti? The woman from work?"

"Yeah."

"Aw, sounded like you two were having fun, I'm so sorry to hear that." I took his hand and started walking back into the apartment, it was getting too cold.

We then sat at a little table he had set up by the windows. I could see us in the reflection, slightly transparent over Brooklyn. We had our beer and I just watched him, he was quite good-looking, he was tall, had dark hair and a slight beard. He had nice arms and shoulders and he always looked up into the air when he was putting together a complicated sentence or idea.

"Last week when I saw you in that lingerie, that bra and stockings, it just did something to my brain." He held my hand and shook it. "I thought it was the Absinthe. Ha. I was thinking why can't I meet a woman who dressed like this, who liked dressing like this."

"I don't understand."

"Well at dinner last night, I asked Patti about, you know stockings, heels, just clothes in general, and she got mad at me. She doesn't have a figure like you, she's a little heavy, well she has had three kids, I didn't care, you know."

"But why would she get mad?"

"Well, I told her I had a friend who got dressed up for me. Very innocent." He shrugged. "She told me women she knew didn't dress like that. And if I wanted to go out with her again, then I shouldn't be pressuring her."

"Pressuring her, that's how she took it?"

"She did, so I left. I told her we didn't have to do this anymore. I thought I was being nice about it but she gave me a nasty look." He didn't look that upset. It got quiet and we finished our beer.

"Sabrina, that wasn't even the main issue. I realized Patti was just, well, boring, she was no fun, she had almost no personality. All she talked about was the weather and sudoku. Plus she didn't like beer or wine, ha. I realized, she was nothing like YOU. You are all of those things and more. You are so full of enthusiasm and you are just so much fun, I wasn't expecting to meet someone like you."

"Really, that's so nice..." I started to feel a little ambivalent about this Patti.

"And I just love hanging out, with YOU. I feel like you make everything an event, even just walking around this apartment, looking at the scenery, ha."

"Then why did you leave me so quickly last week, I thought me dressing like that made you embarrassed or something."

"You dressing like that just confirmed it, but I know you're married, I know you're, um," He was getting flustered.

"Not all girl?"

"Heh, yes, not all girl, not that I care. But I knew I wouldn't be able to be with you, and all I wanted at that moment was you. I was disappointed in my life, my life choices. I feel so much better telling you how I feel. It was a long week." He looked at me, a slightly crooked smile on his face. "I was planning on avoiding you for the rest of my life."

"What? Now that would of been crazy." I shook my head, I didn't really know what to say, I was flattered, but I also felt a little sorry for Patti. If I hadn't worn that bra and those stockings (who could resist them), they would probably be together right now. Maybe she needed someone like Ross in her life, maybe she needed a little excitement.

Then again maybe I did too.

I stood up in front of Ross. "I didn't put on that outfit to tease you or anything, we were just talking about it. Do you really like being with me?"

He stood up, "I do, I have thought of nothing else since we met. The first time you walked out in that blue dress, with those big earrings, a bigger smile on your face. I didn't know you were going to be so gorgeous and so funny, all I knew was that you were a great cook. The way Lillian described you to me before we met, was nothing like I was expecting."

I smiled, I put my arms around him as he put his around my waist. "Oh my God, what did she say?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"Ha, Ross, spill it."

"Okay, but these are her words. She told me 'my girlie husband wears dresses and cooks, and I need somewhere else to look while we eat.'"

"Really? That's a little mean."

"Maybe she's a little jealous, a little indifferent. She sounds like she's so preoccupied with work. I just think she doesn't realize how beautiful and perfect you are." He hugged me and I felt his cock push against my belly. "And I do."

***

We ended up in his little back room. It was the same size as my little bedroom that Lillian makes me keep my female clothes and other things in. I felt right at home, we had the same exact view. He sat on the bed and I stood in front of him. I was surprised by how quickly our attraction had escalated.

"I'm not as slutty today as I was last week. But in my head," I pointed to my boobs, "I'm completely slutty." I squinted and smushed my face.

"You are so funny, what is the difference between being slutty and being beautiful anyway?"

I thought, I put my finger with my long white nails to my lips. "Mmm."

"You took too long." He pulled me down onto his lap. "There is no difference. I think if everyone realized that, life would be better."

He smiled and I kissed him on the lips. "Do you think it's okay to have this little affair?" I wanted to know, I wanted someone to tell me it was all right, especially since I needed some affection. I knew if I called Martyn he would be ecstatic but I wanted to hear it from Ross.

"It's up to you."

"Really? I have a choice, I never have a choice. Well, I guess we can be together for one night, we can play it by ear." I kissed him, his mouth opened, it was wonderful.

"Okay, I'm just following your lead." He laughed and looked down at my fingers.

I started to unbutton his shirt, I put my hands on his chest, I tickled him with my nails. "Ross?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you like my nails? I went to a salon today for the first time to have them done."

"I do." He took my hand, he kissed my fingers. He put one in his mouth and sucked. I smiled and put them back on his chest. "I haven't been with a woman in a long time, I am going to be rusty."

"Okay, Rusty." I slipped the shirt over his shoulders. He was topless, he was partly naked. Now HE was slutty. "Well I have never been with a real live man, and I am going to take total advantage of you, whether you are rusty or not."

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

"Uh-huh. Now be quiet and kiss me." And we did. His lips on mine, his hands on my breasts, in my hair on my face.

We stopped kissing and he held my face with his large hand. "Wait, is this really happening? Can you shake me, wake me up." He had a huge smile as I kissed him again, then stood up. He unzipped my dress.

"Ready?"

"I think so."

My dress dropped, I was standing in front of a man in my black panties, bra, and nude shiny pantyhose. I had a flashback of last week, only this time he wouldn't leave, he wouldn't be able to.

My breasts were overflowing, my lips needing to be busy. He grabbed at my boobs and rubbed, he moved closer and licked my bra, stomach, and then cleavage. He unclipped the bra and my silicone breasts popped out and into his mouth. I pushed them into his face, I felt myself get over-excited, a little too much was happening. I got on my knees, took off his shoes, socks, pants, and then stood again. I had to wait before I let his manhood loose. I turned around, my ass facing him. He grabbed me and I sat on his lap, his cock was hard and rubbing against the smooth nylon.

He was kissing and biting my neck. "The last woman I was with was my wife, that was way over two years ago. She never ever felt this good, you are amazing, you are so feminine, and you smell incredible."

I smiled to myself, but I was thinking his wife died maybe a year ago, maybe it felt like two years since he had sex. Maybe it was forever since he had great sex.

I knew I was a little rambunctious in bed, during any type of romance. I moved around a lot and I grabbed and held and squeezed, I was usually a little more loud and energetic than my partner. Lillian would sometimes tell me to calm down, then lie to me and tell me I was bruising her. She liked to lay back, with her eyes closed. She was the complete opposite of me.

I rubbed his cock a little more with my ass, Bouncing up and down. I then turned around, got on my knees, and pulled down his briefs. My first live cock was inches from my lips. Was I ready for this? I looked up at him, I knew I looked so sexy, so girlie. My long lashes, my dark eyeshadow, my red full lips. In my head, I was always every man's wet dream. In my head, I was a porn star. I played with his dick, we both were admiring my long white nails surrounding it.

"Would it be okay if I put this in my mouth?" I was trying to be coy, going for sexy.

He smiled down at me, his hands went in my hair. "Ha, Sabrina, you are so funny, you are driving me crazy."

I took him into my mouth, I made believe he was a lollypop. I licked, I sucked, I started to rub the little mound in my panties. Ross was at least four times bigger than me and wider. He had a perfect cock, I couldn't wait to have him inside my body. But I would have to wait, I would have to get prepared. I had a feeling it was going to change my life.

I kept my eyes on him as I sucked harder, I moved my hands on his thighs, he took hold of my head. he was guiding me, I was learning, I was getting ready for a mouthful of cum.

"God, I'm gonna cum already baby."

I pulled off, "I want it in my mouth, I want to swallow you." I was out of breath, I went back to his dick.

He started breathing heavier, he was bucking his mid-section, he fell out of my lips. I had to move up to scoop it back into my mouth, he was so hard, he was pointing to heaven. He was getting ready to go there himself. He started to cum.

"Ahh.." He was moaning, he was messing up my hair.

I swallowed most of him, some landed on my breasts, I licked him clean. He had a self-satisfied look on his face, he had cum. A semi-hot woman had sucked his dick. I licked the little bit of cum that was on his thigh and stuck out my tongue.

I swallowed, "All gone." I smiled up at him, I thought I was being cute. I liked the way he was looking at me, it was making me even more excited. "Can I rub against you? I'm ready to cum myself."

He laughed and pulled me up. I sat next to him, my leg over his. I was wondering if this is what a genetic woman would do, and would she even ask? He rubbed the nylon, my firm hips, as we kissed. My 'clit' pushed against his large thigh. I opened my eyes, was I really sitting next to a man, humping his leg, playing with the hair on his chest. I was sucking his tongue, I started to cum, I was bouncing against him, I was moving twice as fast. I stopped sucking him and clutched his shoulders, my face against his, nose to nose. I loved that, I loved having his breath on me, his gaze firmly on my eyes, I loved having someone so close to me.

I was done, I fell back onto the bed, "Whew." I blew out, I was exhausted. I was starving.

***

I got dressed, fixed my lips, and brushed my hair in the little tiny mirror he had hanging. Ross watched me, his cock getting hard again. I smiled, I had never made Lillian excited unless my tongue was inside her. Now here I was just brushing my hair in a little dress and high heels, and a man was hard. I had so much fun tonight, I wanted to do this again, I wanted to do this all of the time. To think I was once feeling unloved and lonely, and now I was feeling satisfied and not even a little guilty.

Sometimes Lillian would tell me she didn't want to have sex for a while, she needed some space. The crazy thing is I didn't mind. I didn't care, I had my pictures and stockings, I had YouTube, I could masturbate, I would be fine. But now that I know how great sex could be, with someone who was loving everything you were doing to them, I wanted more. It was like being in the back of the gym in high school all over again, except now I was in heels.

"Let me help you." I sat and put on his socks, I pulled his briefs up his legs. His cock was too big, it was sticking out the top. I grabbed him again and played with his cock. I looked at him, we lightly kissed. We looked into each other's eyes, I was loving this.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." I heard him say so quietly.

"I will be dreaming of yours all night." I lightly kissed him again, we were pressing our lips together. I started licking him, I didn't want to stop looking at him. I wanted to watch his face as he came.

"Uhh..." He started to moan, his cock was pulsing again, I pumped, I jerked him off, why was I so good at this. I felt his cum dribble down to my hands, felt his cock get wet, slippery, and easier to play with. I got on my knees in my tight dress and licked him clean again. I smiled up at him, he was so happy, never had a woman enjoyed his manhood as much as me.

I was on the floor, his softening cock against my cheek. "Okay, let's eat." I kissed his cock one more time and snuck him back into his briefs.

"Haha, okay."

***

"Before we go to your place I want to show you something." I followed Ross into the master bedroom, it was as big as mine and Lillian's. It was dark, the blinds were down, it was pretty empty. He put on an overhead bulb. He looked at me, while I looked around. "I never come in here."

In the room was a bed with only a mattress, a dresser, and six half filled plastic tubs against the wall. It smelt musty.

"This was our bedroom, my wife and I. I never use it, it brings back bad memories. Charlene died in here." He opened the drawers of the dresser, looking inside, he pulled out a clear bag. "This was all her jewelry, her sister said she wanted it. I'm still waiting for an address. These are all her clothes," He tapped the tubs with his foot, "Another sister wanted them. I'm still waiting for them to pick it all up."

"It must be hard coming in here?" I looked around, it wasn't even painted nice, there was nothing on the walls.

"It was. It is. Charlene left none of herself in this room, she left no mark. It's like she didn't even exist. Charlene didn't own things."

I pulled up the broken blinds, I wanted to see the view. "You don't need pictures if you have a great view." He stood behind me looking, his arm went around my shoulders and I could just make out his eyes in the reflection.

"Two and a half years before she died, Charlene left me."

I turned toward him.

"She wanted to travel, see the world, she didn't want me to go with her." He shrugged. "She left on a Monday and in her head, she was never coming back. She stopped calling me after two months, she stopped texting after three. I was just a bad memory to her. One of the sisters would call me and keep me up with her travels. Then even that stopped."

He sat on the dirty bed and I slipped into his lap, I was feeling terrible for him. I put my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Then she came back. It was like eighteen months later, I had forgotten about her, I was getting used to being alone, getting on with my life." He kissed my hair, he pulled me into him a little more. His hand was on my leg. "Dave from downstairs called me and said there was a woman here claiming to be my wife, he didn't recognize her. I went downstairs, paid the cab driver, and brought her up."

"She was different?"

"She was SO different. I don't even think she was eighty pounds. She told me she was dying even before we were on the elevator."

"Oh my god, really?"

He shook his head, I was watching him now, I was invested in the story. "She wanted to die in Brooklyn, she had colon cancer. She told me she wanted to die with someone who loved her. She had one bag, she had her phone and that was it. She showed me pictures of men and women she met. Men and women she slept with. I told her I didn't think I loved her anymore and she didn't seem to care. I wanted to take her to one of the sisters' houses, to a hospital, ya know."

"I think I had seen her maybe twice, in the lobby."

"She hardly ever came out of this room. Then she died. Thankfully everyone from the building went to the service, none of her family bothered to show up. You and Lillian sent me food for two weeks, remember?"

I looked at him, "I do."

"That's why I remembered your dinner plates. I remembered all the directions on the aluminum foil and plastic cling film, all the post-it notes, microwave on high for two minutes, heh, it was cute. I thought Lillian was the cook." I hugged him and kissed his cheek as he rubbed my back. We both had tears in our eyes. "Her ashes are still at the church just waiting for someone to take them. Sprinkle them somewhere."

I felt terrible. I might have had an uncaring, uninterested, selfish wife sometimes, but sometimes she loved me, laughed with me, she never left me. I felt bad, I hugged him and gave him another kiss. I was going to be here for him. I would never leave someone like that, disappear, I would never leave Brooklyn.

We got up, I had to get out of this room, we went to the other side, the Northern side. We said hello to Sheila. She invited us to come for drinks one night.

I put on music, I reheat the soup, I poured the wine. We forgot all about Charlene and Lillian and especially Patti. We talked only about ourselves for the next hour and a half, we talked about our dreams and wishes. I told him stories of when I was young and would walk around the neighborhood in my cousin's clothes. He told me about when he was young and worked as a pizza delivery boy, a carpet salesman, a handyman. We laughed, we kissed, I made him cum in my hands again. I was afraid I was going to wear him out, but he promised me he had an extended warranty. He was becoming himself again.

I took pictures of us at the table, in the living room, on the balcony. We were going to make our own memories.

"Can I take one of you holding up your dress? Is that weird to ask?"

I giggled, "It is. Ha, but I want you to have a picture of me like that, I want you to show your friends, the doorman, even your mother. I want them to know you are with a 'woman,' that loves to dress up like that. Maybe you could introduce me to Patti." I shrugged.

He took more pictures. I sent so many to Martyn and Randall. They sent back some of their own.

***

"He wanted a picture of just your legs?"

"Yeah, well I took off my dress, so technically it was a whole body shot."

It was the next day, Lillian was off with her friends. We were going shopping, I was buying a new coat. Martyn knew a shop, he knew every shop. "Well don't let him turn you into some sort of fetish doll, make sure he understands you are a real person. A real person with great legs."

"Then Ross left and Lillian came home right after, god, I was so nervous. If she asked me anything, I would have spilled it."

"Wow, you would make some spy. I wouldn't tell her everything, well not yet. If it's just sex, eh, no big deal. If it's love, then we have to rethink this whole mission of yours."

"Okay." I smiled, I liked that Martyn knew everything, he was officially my therapist.

"Actually, why don't you two come over to mine, Sunday. I'll make Randall do a spell check on him, make sure he's okay."

"Ooh, I would love that. I'll have to come up with a story, I'm a really bad liar too." We walked another block, the neighborhood was beautiful but cold. "By the way, your hair looks so great today."

"I know, sometimes I just wake up like this, it's a gift."

***

End of Part 4 of 7

See You on the Other Side
(Part 5)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***

"I just saw Ross, he wants to cook dinner for YOU on Sunday, can't he just come here and cook?"

Oh, no Lillian was annoyed and already unraveling my scheme. I hated this, I hated lying, I was so bad at it. I wish Martyn was here, I would make believe I lost my voice. "Um, yeah, we figured something different, you know."

"No, I don't know. Why do you have to leave the apartment, someone will see you, Sheila will see you."

I shrugged, who cares if she saw me. We already met, she seemed pretty nice... twice.

"It's one thing going out on Friday morning, out of the building mixing with people we don't know, but..." She was walking around, she was making a bigger deal out of this than it needed to be. "Don't wear anything crazy, don't wear that sixties housewife crap. Don't embarrass me."

"How would I embarrass you?" She was hurting my feelings, did she not think I passed as a female?

She was still pacing, I was sitting on the couch, listening to Ravi and drinking wine. She was making me a little agitated.

"I might as well tell you now, I have been putting this together for a couple of weeks." She sat down across from me, she was at the edge of her seat. "I have to go to India, well I want to, I can't put it off anymore. Leaving next Wednesday, come home the following Wednesday."

I stood up excited, "Really, oh my God, that's great I can't wait. Um, let me call work." I ran to get my phone and she followed me.

"Wait, you're not going. Just me, well me and four of us from Global."

I just looked at her, we always had a plan to go to India. She had never been there, it was her dream since starting to work for the bank, even since our wedding day. It was our dream we were just waiting for the right time to come. The right time was here, for her.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry, I just thought..."

"You always say you want to stay in Brooklyn." Did she mean that literally, I worked in Manhattan, I had relatives in Jersey. I was in Vermont for a month last year, I think I could go to India.

And then she was gone, she grabbed her phone and left the apartment, right in the middle of the conversation. Where was she going it was time for dinner, she just got home. I sat back on the couch and made the Sitar's and Sarod louder. Lillian hated this music, she told me it didn't sound like the India she knew.

But what did she know?

I called Martyn and Randall. I had to call them before I started to cry.

***

Sunday, November

I told Lillian I was going to Ross's apartment early, I didn't want to see her. I didn't want her ruining my night.

I put on her least favorite outfit of mine. I had on my sixties housewife dress, I was full of polka dots again. This was the dress I met Ross in, the one he loved. Plus Martyn told me to dress up.

I was looking in the mirror, it didn't give me that sixties vibe anymore. I put the thick, matching belt around my waist this time. My waist was thinner from the corset I used, and my hips were wider from some padding. I wanted a rounder bottom. I had on nude pantyhose and nude pumps, no more white, no more headband. I then fixed my hair, no wig all me. I had it in curlers most of the day. Once I brushed it out it looked amazing, I couldn't wait to show it off to the people at the party.

The bell rang, I got nervous. I had literally never been out on the streets past two PM.

"Wow look at you, ready?" And I was, Ross was taking me to his apartment and we were going to wait for Dave the doorman. He would call and tell us when Lillian came and then left, she was going to her girlfriends house to talk about the trip. And then we would leave. It did feel like we were on some spy mission.

***

Once we knew Lillian left the building I relaxed a little. I put on my new long black coat, a little faux fur around the trim. I kept it in Ross's closet. I picked up my matching bag.

Ross kissed me. "You look sensational."

"That good?"

"Mmm, maybe even a little better than that, I just don't know the word for it."

"Ha," He was making me laugh, I grabbed him and we kissed. I loved the way I felt in this coat, I felt like a real woman, I felt like someone who was invited to someone's house. I was feeling a little excited, my long dark red nails were digging into his black jacket. "Ross, would you mind rubbing me, right here? I'm a little nervous." I took his hand and placed it under my dress, inside my coat. "Ross? Lillian is leaving for India on Wednesday. I'm going to take off, I am going to be all alone." He kept on rubbing me, I was going to lose my voice soon.

"She's goin' away? Maybe I should take off and take care of you. We can be alone together."

He smiled and then started to squeeze the crotch of my panties, his fingers under me. I need this, I needed him to make me orgasm. It was now about me, not him. Later I would make him feel like a man, later I would make him cum as much as he wanted.

He rubbed harder, I was breathing heavy, I closed my eyes. It was hard as he started pushing me with his palm. I was buried under pantyhose and panties. I was so jumpy I needed to relax a little. I still felt feminine, my 'clit' wasn't big, I felt like a girl. He started kissing me and then I was cumming, cumming into my nylon panties. He had a huge smile on his face. He gave his date an orgasm, he wasn't feeling like Rusty anymore.

"Thank you." I kissed him and then went to get cleaned up. I tucked myself in tight again in my little lacy panties.

His grin was too big for his face when I walked back up to him. Buttoning up my coat. "Wipe that self-satisfied smirk off your face, Mister."

"I can't."

"Okay, then everyone at the party is going to assume you are getting lucky tonight."

He laughed, "Am I getting lucky tonight?"

"Maybe, but don't assume." We laughed and headed downstairs, holding bottles of wine, to talk to Dave. I gave Dave the Merlot.

***

Fulton, Willoughby, Lawerence, I loved walking around Brooklyn. I had never walked around the neighborhood in high heels at night. Everything looked a little better, a little smaller. It could also be because I was clutching a man's arm, making me more passable.

"Ross, would you mind if I told Martyn and Randall about your wife?"

He held me tighter as we crossed the busy street. "I don't know, is that a good idea?"

"They will know more about you, they will feel closer to you."

"Okay, then."

We were standing in front of a dark Townhouse on a dark block with trees and cars. The lights were on and I saw people inside. I was nervous, I pulled Ross away and we walked on by.

"What's the matter? Isn't that the house?"

I drew the coat tighter around me, I fixed my bag on my shoulder. "Maybe we should go back home." I had my eyes closed, my head down. I thought I would be able to do this easier.

"What? No, they are waiting for us, I can't wait to meet Martyn."

I shivered, it was suddenly freezing in the November air." I put my face and hands against Ross. "I am not good at meeting people, even when I am not wearing a dress it makes me nervous."

He put his arm around me, he kissed my forehead. I felt so safe in his arms, he was so tall and solid. He smiled and we walked back to the door. He rang the bell.

"Ahh! Come in, come in." Martyn grabbed me, I think he lifted me off the ground, I think I met more people. I think we gave him the wine. I know I introduced him to Ross.

***

I had a bag of goodies to give the guys, a whole bag of spices from India. I wanted Martyn to start exploring different cuisine as I do, maybe he would let me teach him.

There were four couples at the party, Ross and I made five. I loved the idea I was part of a couple, I was the female one, over here in the polka dots, holding a glass of something white. Trying not to drop it.

"Randall do you have a plastic cup?"

"I do what would you like?"

"I want to put my wine in it, I am too nervous walking around with this fancy glass, in your fancy house. I'm sorry," I made a face.

"Ha," he gave me a hug, "I have something perfect for you then." He then went into his cabinets, they had a beautiful kitchen, beautiful artwork on the walls, and a fantastic scent of candles, flowers, and food. He took my glass and handed me something else.

"Here you go, no spillage in that."

"Thank you." I smiled and walked back to the party. There was a whole mix of people in the living and dining room. I was definitely the youngest one. I was newer in more ways than one, and I was at least ten years younger than Martyn and Ross. The two of them went into another room, I watched, so I circled back alone. I stood on the side and watched the rest of the guests. There was a drag queen named Ronda who loved my dress. She was tall and beautiful and she promised one day to do my makeup and to take me to see her perform. Her boyfriend was a basketball player, he played at Barclays. There was an older couple, two men, they were from the neighborhood too. And next to them was Randall's colleagues from work. He was a lawyer and she worked in the real estate department.

When Ross came back from his interrogation he dragged me around the apartment telling me what the host had told him. He seemed amused, he was having fun.

I then found myself drawn to the young Indian couple. who lived next door. They had the most impressive wedding rings, and I told them how much I liked them.

I sat down next to Sana and her husband Ajay. I clinked my stainless steel water bottle full of wine and they laughed, I even had a metal straw. "Cheers" Ross came back and I introduced him too. I love how he kissed me and put his hands on my shoulders. I kept on rubbing his hand and smiling up at him but it was now Randall's turn to grill him. I didn't want him to leave me I held on to his sleeve playfully.

I turned to Sana, she was beautiful, she was wearing a traditional sari outfit. And I complimented her. "I just love India, I'm sure everyone says that to you, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, I love it too, haha."

"I have a friend who lives in Jaipur, the Pink City. He sends me a box of spices, oils, and sauces every couple of months. I then cook like crazy."

"That sounds wonderful, what is your specialty?"

"Daal Baluchi."

"Lentils, I love that, you should invite us over, soon. I make the most incredible Mango Lassi." I don't know why, but I felt so good at that moment. It was nice, I was making a friend. I felt so much warmth run through me.

*

When Lillian and I first got married we were looking at apartments in Brooklyn. Lillian decided she wanted to move to India. That was where her company was based and most of her clients lived. She heard it was beautiful, she sensed we would like it. She told me we could buy a house, with a huge yard there, instead of an apartment in the City. It would be even less money.

I wanted to stay in Brooklyn.

She finally relented, she never got over it. I had a friend, Varun, from college, he moved back to India, he would send me things, things we thought she would like. Along with the spices, he sent artwork, saris, books, he then sent dinner plates, four of them. Varun told me they were his family's for two decades, four had broken and his parents bought a new set. His mother thought it would be nice if it made a trip to Brooklyn, to be used by his friends. It would become a special part of another family. I always served Friday dinner on them. And I always loaned them to friends, I wanted everyone to see them and use them, I wanted them to become part of everyone's life. Now I use them almost every day. I told him, and his mother was so happy. She calls me a couple of times a year and we catch up, she sends me cards and notes. She loves having a friend in New York, one so far away.

Lillian thought I was crazy, she thought I was too sentimental.

When we first married I would make an Indian dish every Friday, we were listening to Indian music, I was trying to immerse her in the culture she was missing. I could tell she really didn't like the food, the drinks, or anything I made. I thought I was making them wrong, so I went to restaurants to try out the different dishes. Mine were perfect, I was a pretty good cook, I knew how to interpret a recipe. She started to get angry with me and she told me to stop. Date nights were never the same again. Then they changed even more drastically when we had them as two girls.

Now I make an Indian dish every month or so. I make the ones I know she likes. I totally fell in love with the food, I fell in love with the culture, and especially the music.

God, why doesn't she share this interest with me, why wouldn't she like it as much as I do. I didn't understand, this was HER thing, it wasn't mine. My thing was Stevie Wonder, Brooklyn, and cocktails. I stopped talking about India. But then she started bringing it up all over again. And now she is going there without me.

*

The rest of the party was wonderful, I spent so much time helping Martyn in the kitchen. He was putting cookies from a new bakery on a plate, along with cups of 'Umm ali.' The bread pudding has become a staple in their house. I stood behind him and put my arms around him. I had my face on his back, he was a few inches taller than me.

"Can I help you, honey? Are you getting a little frisky?" He asked.

"I'm just thinking of the first day we met. It was Randall's birthday."

He turned around and put his arms around me, my hands on his chest. I started to cry, I didn't even know why. I was having a fantastic time and I was so happy the two of them liked Ross. He ran his fingers through my hair. He let me cry, someone came in and hugged the other side of me.

"Randall?"

"Mmm."

"Happy birthday."

Ross and I went on the tour. I saw all of Randalls' books in his library and all of Martyn's shoes in his closet. I went into the backyard to play basketball with Ronda's boyfriend and some of the guys. I drank wine the whole time and they couldn't believe I could play in heels, nude pumps, and a little tipsy. My boobs would bounce and it made me very self-conscious. They also couldn't believe I could get in so many baskets. I played basketball a lot, there were so many hoops in Brooklyn, especially when I was a kid. I had one in my backyard and two out on the street. I have learned so much. I wanted to live here forever, look at all the wonderful people I have met.

"Sabrina, over here!" I threw the ball and went back into the house, Ross was watching me play through the window. He took me in his arms when I walked in and we kissed. The hosts were watching. Randall seemed quite happy and Martyn was next to him making kissy faces, I am glad they approved of this budding relationship. Others weren't going to be as happy.

***

"Mmm, you looked so nice tonight. You smell so nice too, is that your new perfume?"

"I think it's strawberry jelly, I'm such a clutz."

Ross had me up against the wall, we were next to my apartment door. He was kissing my neck and playing with my hair, he didn't want to say goodnight.

"I had fun watching you have fun." He was looking into my eyes and giving me light kisses on my lips and nose. I had my hands on his chest, under his coat.

"I did have fun, I loved that you were checking on me all night. Whenever I felt a little tense I looked up and caught your eyes. You can not even imagine how much I appreciate that." I kissed him, he pushed his body into mine. I have never kissed someone in this hall, no one ever kissed me goodnight anymore. "Lillian will be home soon, can you come in for a minute?"

We opened the door and I ended up on the other side of the wall. I dropped my coat, I pulled him to me, one arm around his neck the other investigating his manhood growing larger in his pants. I rubbed, I played, I ran my long nails over him. I took his shirttail out of his pants and rubbed his stomach as he bit my neck and licked my ears. I was getting quite excited. I heard the elevator, I stopped. I heard the door.

"Come on," I whispered and grabbed him by the hand. We headed more into the apartment, we slipped into the linen cabinet. It was tight, there was no light. I had my ass against the shelves, sitting on the towels.

"Sam!" Lillian was calling me, calling me by my male name. I was glad it was dark in here. "Sam are you here, is this yours?"

She must have picked up my new coat, she was going to ask me questions tomorrow. I heard her move around, in the hall, in the kitchen, her bedroom. Ross and I were holding each other, his cock was so hard, I think this was turning him on. We started to kiss again, we started to rub our bodies together, I was hoping Lillian didn't need a tablecloth tonight. I loved being held, I loved being held and cuddled all night. I slipped my hand down to his crotch again and unzipped. His pants slightly fell as I made my way into his loose underwear.

"Boxers?" I whispered.

"Yeah, you like?"

"Mmm, Next time I see you, can you just wear your boxers? Men in their underwear turn me on."

He started to laugh, he was trying to stay quiet. I was thinking as I played with his hard cock, did that really turn me on. Was I just being facetious, was I just teasing him? Was I trying to be cute? Or was that something I genuinely loved? I knew I loved the feel of his manhood against the palm of my hand. I loved that he found me attractive and exciting. If I didn't love a man in boxers I would learn.

We were so close, his lips now on my neck. I knew he was ready to cum, he was breathing irregularly and his hand now went to my 'pussy' outside of my dress. He learned how to please me this afternoon, he was a quick learner. We were rubbing together like two teenagers. He then slid his hand under my dress, under my pantyhose, and lightly squeezed me in my panties. He was licking my lips and pressing the front of my panties. I had my hand completely gripping his cock, jerking him, rubbing him just waiting for his release. I couldn't wait until he made love to me, I wanted to scream, I wanted to scream right now.

Did we need to be in a closet? I heard Lillian, I should just tell her, why was I so nervous. I was an adult, I was an adult playing with a huge dick. She wouldn't understand. It wasn't just about his dick, it was about the way he treated me tonight, the way everyone at the party viewed me. I was just a guest, just a 'woman' with her date. That's what was turning me on, making me excited, the situation not just the proximity to a hard male body.

He then started to cum, his body was grinding against me. I put my hands around to his ass and held on, I started to cum too. We kissed as we filled our respective undergarments. Ross was in his boxers and the thought of it was making me cum like crazy.

***

End of Part 5 of 7

See You on the Other Side
(Part 6)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***
Author's Note: Welcome to the second to last chapter. This one is my favorite, well, um, one. Lots of love, friendship, and positivity floating around these words, well, until they aren't, ha, and the drama comes in... I hope YOU like it.

***

"That will be, let me check. 22 dollars, times 11 months, plus tax, $263.50."

I took out my purse, I had sixty dollars. I wasn't expecting a bill. "Can I give you my Discover?"

"Sorry, this is a church, the Lord doesn't take credit." He smiled, he wasn't dressed like a priest, I was hoping for a more religious experience.

I was at St Agnes, a small Roman Catholic Church near the apartment building. I decided I was going to collect Charlene's ashes, I would be the one to pick them up. I wanted her ashes to see the world, or at least Brooklyn.

"And you are?" The priest looked next to me, I took Martyn for company.

"I'm here just to observe, so I can tell this story later."

"Oh."

He seemed okay with that, but I would have to go to a bank. "Okay, thank you, we will come back."

We all stood up, the priest held up an envelope. "Are you a relative?"

"No," I felt a little sheepish telling him who I was, but Martyn was watching and I knew I had to come up with something. "I am planning to sleep with the deceased woman's, well the ashes living husband."

Martyn looked at me interested, one eyebrow raised, "Mmm."

I then shrugged my shoulders, and the priest finally had a smile on his face.

"This was also in the casket." He took a ring out of the envelope and showed me. "According to the notes, she wasn't wearing it, but it WAS in the casket." He handed it to me and I showed Martyn. "I have been calling these three numbers from the family and they just hang up."

I just smiled as Martyn gave him back the ring.

"No you two keep it," He then handed me the urn. "This too, you can make a donation to the church when you two come in on Sunday. It will be nice having a young couple attending mass."

He wouldn't take the sixty dollars, so I hugged him goodbye and walked out of the church. We had to hurry, I was going to pee once I started laughing.

"Young couple?" Martyn was on his phone, he couldn't wait to call Randall and tell him someone called him young.

***

'I believe when I fall in love, with you it will be forever
I believe when I fall in love, this time it will be forever'

Schermerhorn, Livingston, Fulton, Willoughby, I definitely felt like I was in a musical now. Martyn was singing my favorite song as I shook Charlene over the streets of Brooklyn, all of my favorites. Maybe I would think of her as I traipsed through the neighborhood. My route to the Market, my route to where I met Martyn. My route home in Brooklyn, the place Charlene came back to, not to see her indifferent husband, but to pass away.

"You know," I made Martyn pause, "I'm glad this isn't a sad occasion, it's quite joyful letting someone's spirit free."

"Mmm, free to mix with the grime and leaves of the city."

'Yes, isn't that nice? And there is so much of her, she doesn't look that big in pictures."

"Maybe they gave us the wrong ashes." Martyn stopped and pondered. It was too late the urn was empty. We were in front of a jewelry store, I took his hand and we went in. We walked out twelve minutes later with $3,600 cash. We went to church and gave it to the priest, he gave us seven more urns and we let them all free.

***

"What are you going to be up to when I'm in India?"

"Mmm, I don't think I will be up to anything."

Lillian was all packed, she was waiting for a company car to take her to Kennedy Airport. She had been on the phone all morning, she was agitated and a little annoyed with me. I found a book I thought she would like, but she kept telling me I was in her way.

"I don't want you spending the whole week dressed up, you know, why don't you go visit the Cousins in Jersey City, stay for a while?"

She was looking through her papers, checking her phone, I don't think she looked at me once. I love how she thought her going away would change my routine. She very rarely did anything with me lately, she was so focused on work. I probably wouldn't even realize she was gone, except I was always going to be mincing in heels.

I kept on checking my big clock in the living room, I couldn't wait for her to leave. Ironically enough, the clock was in the shape of India. It even had a smaller clock face with the India time zone. I was covered, I could make believe I was in India with her, getting yelled at and making her uncomfortable. I was ready to let her go, I also had an appointment at Martyn's friends' salon. I had taken off the rest of the week and then all of next week. I didn't want to tell her, but I would be dressed as a woman the whole... entire... time... I might even be dressed up when she comes home, she would hate that, but I would warn her before she even got on the plane.

She got her call for the car and looked up at me, "I'm goin', umm why are you home?"

"To say goodbye, I took off."

I went to take her bag but she took it from me. I was going to walk her downstairs to the car, say goodbye again.

"I got it. Hey, are you seeing Ross on Friday for dinner?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"Why don't you cancel this week, since I'm not going to be home." She was out the door and closer to the elevator. I wanted to tell her we were making out last week, right here, right against this wall. I bet it was still warm. "It's getting a little weird." She was on, she was going down.

I ran to get changed. I called Martyn.

"Lillian's gone, she told me that it's getting weird that I have Ross come over for dinner on Fridays. What does that mean?"

"We know what that means..."

***

On the day before Thanksgiving I was the last appointment at the salon, I was the last one to leave. I walked in a twenty-eight-year-old crossdresser, I walked out a twenty-eight-year-old crossdresser with great hair. It was so full, it felt longer, it looked amazing. It fell on my shoulders, it had a slight part on the side, it showed off my newly pierced ears. Little gold dots. I also got nail extensions. Long and dark gray with matching toes. New eyebrows and longer lashes, it was going to be hard changing to a non-descript male when Lillian came back home but I didn't care anymore. I told personnel at work, we were on the phone for an hour, and they were excited for me to start working as a female. I just dreaded going in to meet everyone for the first time, but I had a dozen days before I had to really worry about it.

I think hanging out with Ross and especially Martyn had given me so much confidence, I needed them in my life. I also needed a change. This was a major effin' change.

I wasn't wearing sunglasses as I walked through my neighborhood in a short tight gray dress, the hem was right below my round ass, showing off my black stockings, my black pumps. I couldn't stop playing with my hair, touching it, flipping it over my shoulders. My double D breast forms looked perfect, my cleavage looked amazing, I had a new short gray pleather coat buckled around my waist. I wanted to show off my bottom, show off the body the girls at the gym and salon helped me achieve.

It was after six, the bridge and tunnel crowd were out, the streets were more crowded than usual. I went to the jewelry store to say hello, visited my favorite waitress at our favorite luncheonette. Picked up coffee at the middle eastern deli and looked for Charlene while drinking it. I wanted to visit Ross, rip his clothes off, push up my dress, but he wouldn't be home until Friday. He went to have Thanksgiving with his relatives. Martyn and Randall were still at work, I had to make due by myself, enjoying my tight gray dress and new long lashes, oh well... I went back to the apartment building and hung out with Dave. I brought him coffee.

"Dave, why are you always here. Don't you ever go home?"

He laughed, he was probably in his seventies, he had been a doorman his entire adult life. I never walked into the building without him being here, I now never walked by him without stopping to talk, or stopping to bring him something. He always complimented me, my hair, my coat, my choice of delis. I once told him that I was also a male that sometimes appeared on the nineteenth floor, and he didn't seem that interested. He didn't seem to care.

I was sitting on the high counter, my legs crossed, showing off my stockings and heels to the messengers and mailman. Dave and I drank our coffee and we smiled at all the people walking into the building. I showed everyone interested, my new nails, I gave them the number to my salon, I told them to ask for Leeanna. I wanted to send pictures to Ross, but I didn't have his number, WTF, I didn't even realize it until this morning.

Dave was watching me, he was deep in thought, then he informed me, "I like it betta' when you look like a lady. You brighten up 'da lobby, you make lotsa noise in your shoes, and you always say hello." I liked that he said that, I hoped everyone knew someone like Dave, he was so non-judgemental, so friendly, so Brooklyn. After we finished our coffee, I stayed for an hour, Windexing his desk, counter, the windows, and the security monitors.

"Maybe you better pull that dress down, you are going to give Dave here a heart attack, ha."

I turned around it was Sheila, she had a slew of shopping bags. I didn't realize it but my skirt was riding up as I reached the tv screens. I was turning into a flirt, when did this start to happen. My cheeks of my ass in the pantyhose were on display. I didn't care, everyone could say thank you, or send me flowers later.

"Can't wait for Friday, lots of drinks, okay?

"Okay with me," I smiled, fixing my dress and jacket.

"Sabrina, you look fantastic," She took my hand, "I love this color, Ross is a lucky man."

She knew me as Ross's friend, not Lillian's husband. It was nice thinking that the people who knew me thought my partners were so lucky. "And," I hugged her, "I am lucky to know you. Come on I'll help you upstairs. We can talk about Dave in the elevator."

She laughed as I stuck my tongue out to Dave, we went up to ten, the hub, the middle. You were either on one side or the other. Were people different on the north side, or the south? To me, the tenth floor was Purgatory, but which side of the buildings was heaven, which side was hell. I would have to have the Priest from St. Agnes, or maybe, Martyn visit in his devil costume and see which one he feels more comfortable in. He will growl and point, maybe I will wear red to throw him off a little. Ha.

***

Friday, November 26th

'I believe when I fall in love, with you it will be forever'

Being a 'female' for the last two days had done something wonky to my mind, my body, my sexual drive. I was going slightly crazy, I was posing in front of my mirror more, catwalking down the hallways, talking and singing to myself in the mirror.

'I believe when I fall in love, this time it will be forever'

It was black Friday, it was early, but I was drinking something with dark rum, I was on my balcony listening to music really loud. I was playing my favorite. Looking over toward Ross's. When Lillian was home I always played something from India, Ravi Shankar, M. S. Subbulakshmi, even Mohammad Rafi. All names I couldn't pronounce but all wonderful music, it put me in the mood for food and wine and conversation. But when I was alone, dressed to impress, skipping in high heels I put on Stevie Wonder.

"Stevie, what's that song that I love?"

'You're the woman I've been waiting for
Come on, let's fall in love
I believe when I fall in love, with you it will be forever'

I was singing, flirting, being cute, I was out today in the world and smiling at everyone. My new hair, nails, and eyebrows just made me feel so freakin' good, so effin' girlie. And it was wonderful being a single 'woman' living alone. I couldn't wait for Ross to come back. He wasn't that far away, just over two bridges. Unlike Lillian who was on the other side of the world. Ross was definitely the one I missed. He invited me to go to Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family but then I wouldn't have been able to say goodbye to Lillian, to almost help her to the cab. Looking back I wish I took up Ross's offer, I would have loved to of visited his family.

I came back from the salon, had a blowout, my lips plumped, and a temporary tattoo on my thigh. Big, red, and black flowers down the side of my thigh, almost hidden in my dress. I was waiting for Ross to come home from the middle of nowhere, Sommerville, New Jersey. Where? Is that near Winterville, down the road from Springfield, Illinois? Who cares he would be here soon, I couldn't wait. We were going to visit with Sheila and then I was planning on losing my... what do they call it on the internet? Something that's irreplaceable. I can't remember, I was too busy singing...

'I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever,
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever'

Dave called me on the intercom and told me someone was coming up. I slipped him an Italian hero and a 'Manhattan Special' for that information. I posed in view of the door, nonchalant like, disinterested you know...

Oh, I was wearing a tight velvet look light gray dress. It dipped just to my knees, with nude pantyhose and red five-inch pumps with a nice two-inch platform. Underneath I looked amazing, all gray lingerie, Ross was going to love it. He was going to love my new favorite color. He was definitely going to take pictures.

Knock, Knock.

I was sitting on the arm of the couch, my legs crossed, my sunglasses on. After this I was putting them back, hanging on my mirror, I didn't really need them anymore, except for the sun.

"Come in!" I said too loudly.

He opened the door slowly, he walked in carrying a bag. We both had smiles on our faces, but I wasn't really paying attention, I was trying to look uninterested. I was trying to look like I didn't miss him, that five days wasn't that long to be without him.

He put down the bag, walked over to me, and took off my Aviators. He smiled, he bent down he kissed me. I slipped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up. We were quiet, the music was still playing and we swayed.

Then somehow we started to dance, a slow song was on, his hands were on my ass, mine on his chest. We were quiet, we didn't have to speak. We lightly kissed. I was looking into his eyes, I couldn't believe how much I missed him, why didn't I have his number. I wanted to call him constantly. I wanted to send him pictures of my legs and elbows and nails. Then we kissed again, his tongue in my mouth, my hands now in his hair. We made out while the music got louder, the air more electric, my body more tingly.

I pulled back to look at him. Shit, I thought, I'm falling in love?

"Hi," I said, his body still against me, his manhood pressed into my belly.

"Hi, I love your eyes, have they always been this blue?"

"I think so, I very rarely check."

He pulled back a little more, his body miles away. "Your hair, this dress, you always look too good for a man from the 'South' building."

We laughed and we kissed again, we had time before we went to Sheila's. We started to kiss as our bodies ground together, I was so tucked inside the panties that I had to rub my legs together to get some friction. I couldn't push against him but his cock was pushing against me. He started kissing my neck, my ear, my cheek and he started to cum. His hands pulled my body into him again, I then felt myself orgasm as he rubbed my ass, I made a little moan, I kept on saying yes. The whole idea that he was so excited to see me made me cum, the way his hands felt on my body, my panties were slowly getting drenched.

We got cleaned up, I took my plates from India with vegetables and cheese, I took a bottle of wine, and my clutch, "Ready?"

He smiled, it was nice. I never had to ask him what time he was leaving, I never had to wait until he got off the phone, and for some reason, we had only fooled around like two teenagers. I wanted to start having sex as an adult, an adult woman. I was watching him, he pulled flowers out of his bag, he pulled out a couple of spices, he took out four wine goblets.

"I found these in Sommerville. They almost match your plates."

I smiled, they were beautiful. I love that he was thinking of me. I put them right in the kitchen on the shelf with the two plates, I was taking the other two to Sheilas.

"Let's take some pictures before we go." I wanted to show off my outfit, my legs, my new pearl necklace. We set up both phones, pressed the timer, and ran back to the couch, I was having fun. We did it a couple of times. We watched ourselves on the screen of the phones, we looked great together. We were enjoying ourselves a little too much.

"Oh, Ross, I can't believe I don't have your phone number," I told him as he took my hands and lifted me. He shrugged. We picked up the veggies and cheese, we took the wine, we headed to the elevator.

He pressed the button for the tenth floor. "Lillian said I couldn't have your number, you had to talk to me through her."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"Can you call Lillian and tell her I think I am falling in love with you?"

***

I loved sitting on the tenth floor, there were so many people catching the elevators, coming to the hub. No wonder Sheila and her husband, loved it here. She had a desk next to the window and she usually worked from home or six feet from it. Her kids were friends with the other family on the floor and they played games on the other side, we could hear them.

"Don't forget tomorrow," Sheila was pouring more drinks, something special she made. "downstairs in the basement, our annual flea market."

I moved closer to Ross, "I have to look see what I have."

"I have plenty, I can't wait to clean up," Ross laughed. His apartment was empty except for the remnants of his long-gone wife.

We made plans, I would get coffee and help at the market. I would make the change. We said goodbye and made our way upstairs, I wanted to show Ross my lingerie, I wanted him to play with my breasts.

***

We were in his apartment, I made him take me on a tour again. I took off my gray dress this time, he couldn't move, he stood and watched. I took his hand and he showed me all the rooms again. Even on the balcony, I showed off to the people looking out of their windows, I felt fantastic, I stretched, I waved, I was freezing. I had on my gray bra, with perfect DD's, and matching panties, tucked in and looking so femme. I had on sheer nude stockings and a garter belt, I took little steps in my red pumps. Looking at Ross, I could see his cock was hard, I could tell he was enjoying my outfit.

He bent and touched my leg, "Wow I love this, how long did it take?"

"Mmm, 'bout twenty minutes." The flowers looked so sexy on my leg, it was some kind of stencil. Lillian was going to freak if she saw it, I won't let her see it.

I took him to the chair near the balcony, I wanted to be immersed in the view, the view of Brooklyn and Queens, I wanted to be one with the city. I wanted to give him head, I wanted to suck his cock like the women in those porn videos I loved did. I wanted to worship his cock. I licked my lips, my perfect red lips.

I looked up at him from the floor, I was rubbing my breasts on his legs. My long nails fondled his thighs. "Are you wearing boxers?"

"Heh, I am. I bought new ones, just for my new beautiful girlfriend."

I smiled, but hearing that word did something to me mentally and physically. I breathed out, I spaced out, I could have cum in my panties if I didn't close my eyes. I hung onto his legs, my mouth was open. "Am I, your girlfriend?"

Knock, knock, knock.

His eyes went behind me to the door. "Who's that?"

It was Sheila, I slipped on my dress, I heard them in the other room. "I'm sorry Lillian called me, she said you two aren't answering your phones. She's sounded a little agitated."

I walked out, I was nervous.

"Ehh, we must have left them in the other apartment, Sabrina has a way of distracting me." He smiled, but Sheila looked a little unnerved.

"Maybe you better call her, it sounded important." I could tell she was looking at me differently. I was wondering how nasty Lillian explained who I was.

We said thank you, I held her hand for a long time, I needed some of her composure her strength, and we headed to the other side. In the apartment, my India clock said it was nine AM for Lillian. We looked and both of our phones were next to each other on one of the little tables, ready for another picture. I picked mine up. I had six calls from her, and a couple of texts, she was angry she needed me to do something.

I looked at Ross, he had calls from her too. "I dread having to talk to her, it has been so nice the last couple of days." But I had to, I dialed, "Hi, do you..."

"Where the fuck are you, I have been calling for an hour. Why are you not answering your phone? Shit, shit."

I started to shake, Ross put his arm around me, she had a way of yelling at me that made me lose all focus, made me nauseous. "What, what do you need."

"Fuck, I needed it an hour ago. There is the work printer in my room, I need the security number on the bottom, take a picture. And do it fast."

"Okay."

We went to her room and turned over the machine. I took two pictures, I heard her cursing on the phone. I started to send them to her.

"I got them."

"You got them?"

"Of course, they are on the cloud, wait what the fuck is this, are you with Ross?"

I went on my phone, I located the cloud, I started deleting pictures. This is crazy, there were so many. I got rid of three weeks of pictures in twelve seconds.

She was still yelling, I didn't know how many she saw but the last picture we took was of us on the couch, we were close, I was sitting on his lap and we were laughing.

"I told you I didn't want you to see him while I wasn't home."

"I know, but I, um, we planned it already. That's our Friday night."

"God, what the fuck, you gotta stop being this fucking sissy you created, he better not be there with you right now. And next time answer the fucking phone." She hung up, I was shaking, she was so mad.

Ross's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are you with my fucking, faggot husband right now?"

He looked at me, I bit my lips. He held the phone, "No, I am with Sabrina." He hung up and dropped his phone.

"Are you okay?" He held me, I started to cry. It was such a perfect night, a perfect couple of days. The night was ruined, I wasn't going to lose my virginity anytime soon if Lillian had anything to do with it.

***

End of Part 6 of 7

See You on the Other Side
(End)
By Sabrina G. Langton

***
Author's Note: Thank you for making it through my epic story about Brooklyn, Stevie Wonder and Peace, Love and Understanding. I hope YOU like my ending...

***

Saturday morning I woke up alone, the call with Lillian shook me up. Now I had to deal with the fallout, I knew if she called today, she would yell, she would make me feel guilty. Guiltier.

It was early, I had to get ready for the market in the basement, I was so looking forward to it. I decided to text Lillian, according to my clock it was 6:30 PM there. I told her I was working with Sheila at the market and I asked if she had anything to contribute.

She called, I was hoping she would just text, and I wouldn't hear from her the rest of the day.

"Why are you bothering me with this crap?"

I said goodbye, I wouldn't bother her anymore. It's crazy but she treated me like a teenager, as her young daughter, like her unruly son. I still couldn't get myself into the mindset of an adult when she was involved. I was twenty-eight, I didn't understand it, I would have to ask Ross to see if he felt the same way with her.

I took the longest shower, my hair in a cap. I had to cleanse my body and my pores of Lillian. When I approached the mirror, my hair still looked perfect, my eyebrows and lashes still looked nice. The tattoo on my leg looked even longer like it grew overnight. I sat and fixed my makeup at my little vanity and little face mirror. One day I would have a complete room for myself, all flowers and pictures of ballerinas. Stevie Wonder or Roberta Flack coming out of the speakers, old sixties musicals on the TV screen. All my books in alphabetical order on my shelves. Something just for me, for myself, for my female self. Maybe even curtains. One day I will have a closet full of clothes and heels, and someone asking me to hurry. 'Hurry I want to see you looking incredible.'

I had my DD cup leopard bra, matching my long sleeve leopard bodysuit. I had on jeans, they had strategically placed holes, showing off my beige pantyhose. I slipped on my three-inch heeled tan suede booties and found the matching bag. Dark gray lipstick to set off the gray of my nails, and then a thin silver watch and thick silver clip-on hoops. I sprayed on some perfume and went to make a call. I ordered a couple of urns of coffee, just slightly different than the urns full of ashes.

I had two shopping bags of clothes and things that were hidden in our tiny storage room next to the kitchen. I pretty much cleaned it out. They were mostly men's clothes.

***

I met Ross on the tenth floor, Sheila had given him a hand truck to put all of Charlene's plastic tubs on. Six in total, mostly half-filled, her entire life. Ross was glad to see them go. Of course, we made out like teenagers on the elevator.

"Over here." We heard Sheila's husband, Bruce yell for us as we entered the hall, it was crowded already, it was busy, it was huge. I had never come down here before. I may never leave. The man from the Middle Eastern Deli set up the urns, and I couldn't wait for coffee, I made one for Dave and brought it upstairs.

When I came back Ross had all of Charlene's things on a table and some on the floor, he already had someone interested, a woman and a young man were talking to him. I got closer and slipped behind the tables to stand near Sheila.

"Sabrina?" Ross was waving me over. I smiled, I fixed the things on the table, I was becoming a saleswoman. "This is Patti, Patti this is Sabrina." I looked at her, I wasn't ready to meet anyone important in Ross's life so soon.

"Um, hi nice to meet you."

She smiled, I could feel her looking at me so intently, so strong. She made her way from my eyes with my copper shadow to my breasts, then she took my hand.

"You too, this is my son."

I shook his hand, they made small talk, they talked about the weather. She watched me as she talked, she complimented my choice of gray nail color, even though it didn't match the rest of my outfit. She wanted to see my boots and I backed up to show her. She showed me her shoes, we weren't that different. Charlene was completely different than the two of us, at least Patti and I were about the same height, same coloring, same lighter hair. Charlene was the opposite, she was dark, with long black hair, black eyes, and so short. I was guessing Ross didn't have a type, or maybe he had a new one.

I made them coffee, we talked some more and then they had to leave, Patti kissed my cheek goodbye and gave me a hug. I wasn't ready for it, she had to pull me into her. "Let's go out one night, you know, for drinks. You can leave Ross at home."

I smiled, "Okay, that will be nice. Actually, I have a friend that wants to go out, you would love her she smells like the 'Botanical Gardens.' we can be a crowd." I was referring to Sana, she had called me twice this week and we made tentative plans.

"Even better," She winked, her son waved and they were gone. It was nice, I guess not everyone was going to yell at me, and I was expecting her to do just that.

I asked Ross, "Are you missing a relationship with Patti," I felt a little sheepish, a little torn, a little sorry. He just smiled and hugged me, biting my ear in the process.

We had customers, it was busy, I could tell that Sheila and Bruce were having a great time. When it quieted down, Ross stood behind me, he held my hands that I had against my stomach, he kissed and licked my neck. He whispered in my ear. "Patti wanted to meet you, she didn't think you existed."

"Oh? Maybe I don't."

Just then I heard Martyn. He ran over with Randall, "Sabrina, come with me, look at this chair, it's incredible. It will look perfect on our basketball court."

I laughed, I guess I did exist.

***

I was exhausted. Ross and I either sold everything or gave it away. We gave all the money to Sheila and Bruce for the tenth floor. We should have more get-togethers there, maybe a small fridge, a bar, a fully stocked one. Once again Ross and I were standing next to my apartment door. I didn't have to worry about anyone coming home. We went to Sheila's floor for pizza after the flea market, we sat and drank all night. Martyn and Randall came and I called Sana and her husband Ajay as well. I made drinks on the windowsill looking out over the Park, Sheila cut up vegetables on the little coffee table, her kids were running around like crazy. It was nice, I was going to fall in bed and sleep most of tomorrow.

We said goodnight, I liked having someone walk me home, kissing me goodnight, playing with my hair and breasts.

"Goodnight." Ross kissed me again, I knew he didn't want to leave but I was so tired, and I wasn't ready to share a bed with him yet.

"Goodnight, call me." I grabbed his cheeks and brought them to me, I gave him a kiss he would never forget.

We pulled apart, and he smiled. "Whoa, okay. Can I have your number gorgeous?"

It was the first time a man asked for my number. We laughed, tomorrow would be a wonderful day.

***

It's crazy how Lillian leaves, and my socializing ramps up. I was a 'woman' the whole time, I was busy the whole time, I still was. We had just come back from Sunday brunch with Martyn and Randall, we visited Sheila and Bruce and the kids, now Ross was taking me back to his apartment. We were going to make love like two adults. Two people who were completely ready to share each other's bodies.

I was wearing my short black dress and my black pumps, but I brought a change of clothes. I brought with me some lingerie because that was the type of woman I wanted to become. I was going to be all in white.

I took a quick shower, I had to clean myself out, had to wash the beautiful day off of me. When I came out I was wondering where I could get dressed, I couldn't find a room to get comfortable in. Ross was taking a shower in the larger bedroom. Now that all of Charlene's belongings were gone, the Karma inside there was better. With her ashes free she could get on with her afterlife, maybe she would take another trip leaving us far behind.

I didn't want to go into his little back bedroom, which was a man's room, it had a tiny little mirror, it was dark and had the smell of aftershave. I decided I was getting dressed in front of my beloved Brooklyn, right near the balcony, the glass doors reflecting my lingerie. I stood naked, completely tucked looking as feminine as I ever would. I put on my white bra, it gave my double D cups full support. Then came my sheer white crotchless silky panties. Over that my white detailed garter belt then white, sheer stockings. I put on simple white pumps and long silver earrings.

I heard Ross and called to him not to come out. I wanted him to see me perfect, in all my lingerie looking like a model from a television commercial, ha.

My eyes were dark and my eyelashes looked long and sexy. My lips were mauve clashing with my long gray nails. I then put my hair up, I watched a girl do it on YouTube. It took me longer to achieve the look she had than to cook chicken tikka masala, but when I was done I looked stunning. Now I looked and felt like a mature woman, an adult. I felt like such a young girl with Ross, dating, getting to know each other, just going through the motions of courtship. I felt like Lillian and Sana were my older sisters, Martyn my favorite brother. I was an only child and both my parents were gone so I was grateful for the support, for the bigger imagined family. When I closed my eyes and pondered, I felt like Ross and I had known each other for a long time, grew up together, met old friends and new friends together. We were ready for the next step.

I put my phone on the little table next to the lamp. I was playing music. No sitars, no sarods, just love songs. Mainly just my favorite love song.

'I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever,
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever'

I started to record myself, getting ready to record us. I also wanted my phone in easy reach if Lillian called, she had been awfully quiet today which made me a little nervous, and I didn't want her screaming at me again. She was always a yeller, sometimes right on the edge of a fight. I was thinking her going out more was making her a little easier to be with, a little easier to handle. She was always condescending and a little too short with me, but that was okay. I had known her for more than five years, I knew when to avoid her. Sometimes I avoided her for weeks.

"Okay."

I heard his door open, once again I played with my hair and ignored Ross. I was such a diva, I let him walk over to me, let him take in my outfit. I played with my hair, feeling it dangle against my neck. I was watching in the reflection of the glass doors, I couldn't believe that was me and I was with a man. I had changed so much in the three years in this building, I had changed so much in the nine weeks of having Friday dinner as a 'female.'

Ross was wearing a robe and I watched his reflection get closer to the blonde, the one with her hair up, a leg tattoo, and large breasts. The one who was ready for anything.

He kissed my neck, his hands went right for my boobs. His body rubbed against me. "Mmm," He then laughed, "I feel like I have been sharing you too much this weekend. I am glad tonight you are all mine."

I spun around, "How do you like my outfit? I was going for sensual this time," I pulled back, I walked out onto the balcony. I posed in my white bridal lingerie. My hands were in the air, I was freezing, my nipples were hard, but he came closer and we embraced. We kept each other warm, he kept me feeling safe.

"You know," He kissed me as we looked out on the bridges, the river. "I have never loved my balcony more. Before I met you I never even came out here."

We made out with the lights of Brooklyn surrounding us, I took his hand and brought him back in. That was enough showing off to the world, the rest of the night was for us.

We went into his little back bedroom, I had tidied up a little, I had changed the sheets and bedspread. I lit a couple of candles, my music was still playing and seeping in through the door. We made out, his tongue in my mouth, on my cheeks and neck. I always felt like a delicacy to Ross, he always tasted me first. He would suck my fingers or run his nose in my hair, lick between my breasts, bite my shoulders. I was another Friday night dinner to him.

"Mmm, I have been thinking of your body all day." He then went back to my mouth. I had my hands in his hair, I was bouncing from one foot to the other. I wanted to taste him too.

I led him to the bed and took off his robe. I smiled when I noticed his boxers, they were white, we matched. I played with his cock, I put my hand in the opening to the underwear. "It's so nice that 'Fruit of the Loom' made me a little access opening." I teased him as I played with his cock. I pushed him back onto the bed then slipped down, crouching. I wanted to play with him in his boxers, I wanted to see my nails rubbing a man, making him excited.

Once his hands went into my hair I knew he was more than ready, he was breathing heavy, he was whispering my name. I knew once he was in my mouth he was going to cum. I knew he would be too excited to make love to me.

I slipped off his shorts and took him into my hand, I loved how thick he was, I loved how his cock looked in my hands. He was so close to my lips. I looked so dainty with my gray nails tickling his balls, rubbing his manhood. I took him into my mouth.

"Mmm."

"You like it?" He asked.

"Mmm, I do. When I think of you, I imagine your cock is in my mouth."

He laughed as his hands went into my hair, he fingered my earrings. I started to take him more into me. I licked the length of it, I sucked on the big head. Did I love this? I started to press my face and nose against him, I loved how he smelled, I loved how much pleasure he was giving me. I started to caress the slight bump in my panties, my 'clit,' was getting hard.

"That feels great," He moaned, "You want it?"

"Yes." Whenever he asked me a question, my answer was always yes. I said yes a hundred times, I wanted him, I wanted him to cum. I rubbed myself as I took him completely into my mouth, hitting my throat, lovingly tasted by my tongue.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," He slid out of me. I got on my knees, took my hair out of its clip, shook my head, and felt it all around my face. I smiled, my dark lips getting close to his cock as he pumped. I had one hand in my panties and another on his thigh, then stomach, then chest.

"Mmm, I want it, baby." I cooed. "I want to taste you." I smiled, I stuck out my tongue, my hair in my face. He started to shoot, his sperm landed on my face, my hair, the buildings outside of the windows. he came so much, he shook his cock and he sprayed. I engulfed him taking what was left down my throat.

My eyes opened wide, I started to orgasm, "Mmm, yes, yes..." I moaned as I came into my panties, he was watching with a smile, I was moaning and begging. I wanted more, I wanted him to cum on me again, I loved it. I licked him like ice cream, like lollypops, he was so clean. I took my fingers and found cum on my bra, my belly. He watched, his cock was still hard. He lifted me up and we kissed again.

He whispered in my ear, his mouth was buried in my hair. "That was pretty amazing. I have never felt that great or excited before."

"I have, in my mind, while I gaze out of my window, our windows. I imagine everyone hearing us scream wondering why they weren't having great sex too." We kissed, he lifted me up and we fell onto the clean sheets, his room needed a woman's touch. So did his life.

***

We were under the covers, it was nice being held, it was nice being warm from another body. I wanted him inside me, I knew it was going to hurt, I read so many things online. Martyn tried to tell me horror stories, I laughed, I wanted to try, I wanted to feel what it was like to have a man enter me.

I was nervous but I didn't even want to bring it up, I didn't want to talk about my first time, I just wanted it to happen. I was still in my white lingerie, I even had on my heels, under the blankets. I moved and backed into him, he was naked and we spooned, it was nice. I forgot about every other bed I was ever in, alone or otherwise, none of them mattered. He started to get hard again, I played with him, my long nails lightly touching him. I put him close to the opening in my panties, I had jelly inside of me, I was ready. I aimed his cock toward my hole, it waited just on the outside, he needed just to push. Just a little, I relaxed, I was ready. He kissed my neck and his cock started to enter me, we were quiet, I let it happen. He pushed in further, he grabbed my waist. Slowly his cock made it inside of me, I felt split in two, I wanted to scream but I didn't. I wanted to bounce around and force him in quicker, but I didn't. I was an adult, I wasn't a teenager, how could I still be a virgin in my late twenties. I was so sexy, for chrissakes.

"Oh, my god..." I felt it, he breathed out as he completely slipped inside of me, he kissed my neck and back. he played with my bra strap, I let him rub and fondle. I wanted to feel his cock, I wanted to feel its length inside of me. We fucked, it was wonderful. He started to cum, he put his hands on the front of my panties and pressed. he played with me and we came together. It was quick, but it's what I needed. We had our whole lives to make love.

We were quiet, the room was quiet. The music had ended, my playlist was over. I turned onto my back and we silently made out, we kissed and then I thanked him. I thanked him for making love to me, for taking me to Martyn's party, for not being angry at me or disappointed. I was fallible, we all were. I thanked him for making Friday even better than it use to be. I thanked him for giving me the strength to talk to Lillian. It would be hard, but she would understand.

I looked at his little clock, it was still early. Tomorrow morning I would call her, I would warn her when she comes home on Wednesday I was going to be wearing a dress. Something new, something she had never seen before. I was also going to be wearing my new breast forms and showing off my new hair. I bought her a present at the flea market. I wanted her to know even though Ross was keeping my body busy and everyone else was keeping my mind occupied, I was still thinking about her.

I was hoping she was loving India. I was hoping it would stay in her heart, that she would remember it forever.

***

I was just waking up, I had a little bit of a perfect nap, I felt I didn't even deserve it. I was looking up at the ceiling, the little back room completely opposite of mine, on the Southside of the building. The closet was on the wrong side, one of the windows was facing the wrong way, even the door was off. My life was now the complete opposite. Even my gender. The only thing that matched was the view in front of us, the view looking towards Queens. I felt very relaxed, very satisfied, I had two incredible orgasms. "Ross?"

"Yes, you called."

"I'm going to say the Southside of the building is heaven, but I think we might need to make love in my room on the northside first. It might not be that easy to achieve."

"Really, are we running tests?" He got up on his elbows, his cock was hard again, I could see it tenting the sheets.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you."

Maybe." He then moved closer, his slight beard rubbed against my cheek, his tongue licked my lips. "Sabrina?"

"Mmm?"

"I am in love with you." He was watching me, it felt a little surreal. It was so dark, I wanted to see his eyes better, we only had candlelight in his room. I haven't heard that phrase in years, I was quite taken aback by it. I have said that phrase two times in my life. A girl and a woman. Only one lasted. Now I was in love with someone else.

I put my hands on his cheeks and drew him closer, I was so prepared to tell him the same. I smiled, and once again my whole body was tingling, I felt the entire room vibrate, I heard a loud heartbeat, a pounding, a banging, an awful lot of screaming. Ross turned around, he got up and moved away from me, my arms still held out, he headed to the front door. Someone was banging, we heard yelling, maybe there was a fire. I was semi-naked, in just my lingerie, I slipped on my pumps and put on Ross's flannel shirt, it came down past my ass. He opened the door.

"What the fuck, what took you so long, you don't hear me screaming." Lillian was home early, She pushed him. She was four days early. I heard her, I didn't see her yet.

"Please Lillian, calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do, what the fuck, where is she, HE!" She was screaming, I walked out I felt so foolish, she was causing all this drama and it was my fault. It was the world's fault.

She looked at me, she had such hate in her eyes. I felt myself start to tear up, I was so nervous, I hadn't seen Lillian yell like this in years. "Lillian please..."

"Fuck, fuck, I can not believe you two are sleeping together, I knew it. Since when did you become such a fag, what the fuck, look at you in his shirt..."

Sheila and Bruce were now at the door, "Is everything okay? Sabrina are you alright?" I caught her eye and ran around Lillian, I wanted to be next to Sheila, I wanted to be away from the woman flailing. She looked at all of us, her eyes so red, and she ran through the door, knocking into me and Ross, I felt back and Bruce caught me. Lillian was still cursing, she hit the walls and she went on the elevator.

I started to cry. I wasn't crying because I was being screamed at, or that I was sleeping with someone I loved. I was crying because someone came to help. I was crying because I never told Ross that I loved him.

Sheila took my arm, "We should go see if she's okay, that was totally crazy." So we did. I put on a robe and we went down to the tenth floor, we then went upstairs to hell. The northside was now hell, I was convinced, we didn't have to run any tests. Martyn didn't have to come with his horns.

I was clutching Ross when we were in the elevator. We were going down.

What do I say? How do you tell your wife you fell in love with someone else. It was an accident. Maybe it was because we had such great sex, or because he was nice to me, we had such a great time together. Maybe this is the way it was supposed to be, supposed to happen, I wasn't one to argue with Chance. Maybe it has nothing to do with love, if we only had a little more time, so I would know, I would be sure. So we all would know.

We switched to the next elevator we were going up. We heard Lillian before we even got close, she was still screaming. I didn't really know why she was so mad. She hasn't bothered with me in months, it had to have something to do with the building or with India, or maybe even work. I was usually the furthest thing from her mind. Maybe she didn't like Sheila knowing so much that was going on in her life.

We heard more banging, we turned toward 1901N, all my female clothes were thrown in the hall, some were on top of my vanity, the legs were bent. She was throwing my shoes and makeup into the hall. The wall was splattered with red and pinks. I saw Sheila on her phone, she then came and rubbed my shoulder.

"Lillian, you have to stop, please." Ross was trying to reason with her but it wasn't happening. We let her clean the house of my presence.

"And you also ruined India for me too." Lillian was yelling at me still, through the bodies and clothes all over the floor. "Fuck... the music, the food it all reminded me of those stupid fucking dinners you make. What are you trying to prove, just stop, I don't need them or you anymore." She screamed and cursed.

After what felt like years of her throwing more things in the hall and her yelling obscenities now at all of us she slammed the door. All the neighbors were watching the drama as Sheila turned the corner with four men, four hand trucks, empty boxes, and plastic tubs. They started filling them, Lillian was done, I couldn't believe my whole life was on display in the hall. I felt just like Charlene, her life used to be in tubs. Now, mine were taking her place, living in her old dirty room piled against the wall and collecting more dust.

I was speechless as the men and Ross helped me with my strewn clothes, I lifted a bunch that was on the vanity, still on hangers and then I cried. My heart was broken. Sheila stood next to me to see what my fingers had found. I couldn't see, everything was blurry, I couldn't even hear anything, the echo from Lillian's yells still reverberated in my head.

Ross walked over. I had four arms around me. My blue and gold plates were broken. Shattered, cracked, dust. It would have been better if they were thrown against the walls, broken into a million and two pieces. But no, it was a calculated break, right in the middle of all four of them, next to each other. Neatly placed, she was teaching me a lesson.

I don't remember the rest of the night.

***

Friday, December 24th

Friday was always my favorite day. Friday night was my favorite night, it was date night. It was the night I made something new, I immersed someone I loved into a new world, a new idea, a new reason to be alive. It made me feel great knowing I was making someone feel special, it was all for them. Sometimes locations change, it's called relocation.

"What time is everyone coming?"

"Four."

I made Biryani today, I made my own roti and naan, I was becoming quite the chef, a chef from India. Sana said my Butter Chicken was better than hers, but I now use her recipe. She still makes the Lassi, I make the martinis, life is less complicated that way.

"It's nice we have a table set for ten. I don't think there have ever been that many people in this apartment ever.

*

Ross and I took a trip to India, we went to Jaipur, we visited my friend Varun. He was surprised but happy to see us. We took Sana and Ajay with us. Their family lived forty miles away. I was upset when we met Varun's mother I had to tell her about her family plates, my family plates. Four perfect gold and blue pieces of ceramic. I was going to lie and say I just wanted to get more, but I didn't. She let me cry, and then we all went shopping, she picked out ten of the most perfect things I had ever seen.

"I want to buy them for you." She smiled at me, she was wonderful. "I want you to tell everyone that comes to dinner that me, Chacha, picked out your table setting. I want to feel involved, haha."

*

I lightly ran a napkin over the red and gold plates, around the wine glasses. He was watching me in my red dress. Once again I was full of white polka dots. "Are you sure the Southside is ready for such a crowd?"

"It is." I smiled, I had on music. I had on Stevie Wonder. Our WORLD was bigger and ready for a crowd, I was going to be in the middle of it.

'I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever,
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever'

"This song is so sad?" He came over and hugged me, I was now at the window, I was looking down, Schermerhorn, Livingston, Fulton, Willoughby, and now, Atlantic.

"I know. Sometimes things are sad, and things change, and they become not sad."

He was listening, his hands were on my breasts, his hard cock was pressing against me. I held his hands as he caressed me, I was quite happy. This song also got happier as it went on, I would wait until he realized it.

"Wait, does he find love? Or is it in his mind?"

I wiggled my bottom, I had so much room in this dress. My pantyhose felt so incredible against my skin.

"Stevie finds love, it takes a while, but when he does he tells her he will be in love forever. It's not a fantasy." I felt so warm and safe in his arms against the backdrop of the city. "Stevie met someone while he was with someone else, 'Shattered dreams, worthless years,' he then fell in love and through divine intervention they ended up together. It's a perfect song."

'I believe when I fall in love with you it will be forever,
I believe when I fall in love this time it will be forever'

"The keywords are 'This Time.' Everyone needs a second chance, doncha think?"

"Mmm. They do." He moaned, I pushed against him, everyone will be here within the next half hour but I wanted him inside me, I wanted to make love. I wanted to listen to this song the entire time. He lifted my dress, he pulled down my pantyhose, he slid in. We started to fuck on Christmas Eve, the new lights twinkling, the Christmas tree only fingers away. He grabbed my waist, his cock always made me feel incredible, always made me cum. I went through so many panties a week.

*

I accidentally ran into Lillian. I got used to calling Dave and asking if the coast was clear. If it wasn't I went out the back. I was on a secret mission.

It was Friday afternoon, I met Martyn for lunch, we discussed dinner plans.

"Honey, you know that you aren't as jumpy or grabby as much as you used to be, you are much more relaxed. Are the drugs finally kicking in?"

I smiled, his goal was to keep me giggling, happy. He walked me to the corner, he had three more blocks to go. I could almost see his block from our window on nineteen. I was a little distracted as I walked toward the building.

"Hey, can we talk?" Lillian wanted to talk, I was surprised, she was outside leaning against MY building. I was thinking she could yell at me again if she wanted to, I didn't care. Martyn could use another story, he loved the other one so much. I came out looking so good in his version.

I stopped, I was holding a shopping bag full of ingredients for tonight. I haven't been to the north side of the building or spoken to her since she got home from India. I didn't want to tell her I just came from there myself. She wouldn't take me, so I found someone else who would.

"I guess."

She handed me something, I opened my hand, it was the friendship necklace. I looked at her, "I figured you didn't want me to have it, it didn't make it onto the pile in the hall."

She looked at me quickly, she wanted to see if I was teasing. I wasn't. "It was on the mirror with your Aviator glasses. They are still there if you want them, I can bring them to you with the mirror."

I tilted my head, obviously, she wasn't mad at me anymore. I started thinking, she was so mean to me, I didn't understand it. The issue of course was that I cheated on her, with the person she kind of picked out for me, but she was so distant, she was done with me so long ago.

*

A couple of weeks ago her friends, Meg and Marlene took me out for drinks. I took Sana as a backup, I didn't want to be outnumbered. They apologized to me, they said they were sorry that Lillian got a little out of control. They felt it was a little their fault, I didn't understand.

Meg told me, "Well we were planning the India trip, all of us. The six of us. we were going for Thanksgiving with all the husbands." She gave Sana a slightly uncomfortable smile. "Lillian had been bothering us to go, the company was paying for it. Then, she decided she was going to stay. That was her plan."

"She was going to stay in India?" I was confused.

"We should have told you, we were going to leave her there. That's what she wanted to do. But, you know, she hated it. It was hot, it was dusty, crowded, she hated the food, the music. She was getting weird. She left and didn't tell us. She called the next day screaming, she told us what happened, what she did." She shrugged, she looked a little guilty.

*

I looked at Lillian and then at the friendship necklace. I always remember Martyn telling me it was for a twelve-year-old. I wish I was more perceptive and less naive, more like him. "No, thank you, you keep the mirror and glasses, it's okay," I told her. "I have everything I need. I have everything in my apartment, I'm good, actually." I slipped the necklace into my new luscious gray faux fur coat, with faux fur lining. "Have a good weekend, have a great night, like me." I smiled and walked away, I guess I didn't have to avoid her anymore. I was going to have another great Friday night and Lillian was going to spend it on her phone, life has a way of balancing out. We all get the life we deserve.

I wanted to tell her she broke my heart when she broke my plates. Those were the things I truly loved, they made all those Friday night dinners extra special. They meant something more to me, and I think she should have known that. But then again maybe she did, maybe she knew exactly what she was doing. We all get the life we deserve.

In my mind, I gave her more credit. Martyn would call me unperceptive and naive.

I said hello to Dave. I put something in his hand, "For your Granddaughter, Amber." I hopped up and kissed him over the counter, he shook his head.

"Hey, where's my coffee?"

I shrugged and stuck my tongue out at him as the elevator door closed.

*

Ross was completely inside me, I was streaking my window, I would have to clean before the guests arrived. "Ooh, is this an early Christmas gift?" I asked, being cute and sexy, that's what he liked, that's the type of person I became, I always was.

"Mmm-mmm." Ross didn't talk too much during sex, unlike me. I was always bouncing around, jabbering about something. I wanted him to know I was enjoying myself, I wanted him to know I was quite happy. He pushed in harder, his hands on my hips, he started to cum. I felt him hit the insides of whatever that part of my body is called that he was hitting. I felt my panties get wet, I didn't even have to touch myself anymore, I just came, it was his love for me that always made me over-excited.

I told him that we have had more sex this month than I had in my entire life. I just figured it wasn't my thing, maybe love wasn't my thing either. Then I met the right person, and I believe since I fell in love 'this time,' it will be forever.

***

The End

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