Back room of the sex shop. Midnight haze. Jade crashed out after closing. Face twisted, body twitching. Nightmares? I shook her awake gently. Eyes flutter open. ‘Fuck, passed out. What time?’ ‘One-thirty. You look wrecked.’ Two jobs, she admits. Pro and something else. Wouldn’t let her stumble home alone. ‘I’ll walk you.’ Hesitation. Then, ‘Okay.’
Gare lockers first. She grabs a bag, hits the toilets. Emerges: no makeup, jeans, sneakers, jacket. Juliette now. Sweet, normal girl. ‘Neighbors can’t know I’m a whore.’ Metro to the burbs. Short walk. Her spot: cramped apartment in a divided house. Bath, kitchenette, big room for everything. Cozy, tasteful.
The Shocking Awakening
‘Whisky? Sit.’ Two a.m., but I nod. Light pour. We talk. Switch to OJ. Inches closer. Lips meet. Soft. Tongues dance. Hands under shirts. Skin hot. Tops off. Her small tits perfect. Suck nipples. She moans, pulls my head close. Pants off. My cock throbs, hard.
She’s kneeling for her famous suck. Stop her. Lay her back. Slip off flip-flops. Kiss feet. Suck toes. She squirms, loves it. Trail up slim legs. Head back, eyes half-shut. Skirt up. Panties down. Boom. Cock. Balls. Small, shriveled, but male. Heart slams. Jump up. ‘What the fuck… you’re…’ Her face crumples. ‘Sorry…’
Grab clothes. Rage boils. Door. Turn. She’s face-down, sobbing. Ass up, so feminine. Body screams woman. My cock twitches. Prejudices crash. Trannies? Freaks. But this is Juliette. Sucked me dry. Made me crave her mouth. Dropped my shit. Fished condom from pants. ‘Fuck it, Juliette.’ Spoon her. Kiss neck. Pinch tits. Cock rubs her soft cheeks. Hard again. Her scent, skin—pure female.
Raw Surrender and Aftermath
‘You sure?’ ‘Doesn’t matter. Take you like a woman.’ Finger in mouth. She sucks. Down to ass. Circle hole. Loose, ready. She groans. Deeper. ‘Mmm, do it.’ Glove up. Press tip. Slide in. Tight heat grips. Wet, welcoming. Thrust slow. Bliss. Grab tits. Pump harder. Filthy thrill surges. She’s mine. Banging her ass like a slut.
She rears up. Doggy. Hands on cheeks. Balls slap mine—tiny reminder. Ignore. Fuck wild. Grits teeth. Her cries egg me. Sweat drips. Neck bites. Faster. Balls tighten. Roar. Pump cum into rubber. Deep. Slow grinds till soft. Collapse. Panting.
She eyes me worried. ‘You okay?’ ‘Need to think.’ Leave. Head spins all day. Weeks pass. Friendly chats. No sex. Agreed pause. Her guilt mirrors mine. Monday, letter: Quitting hooking. Surgery money saved. Becoming real woman. Gone. Me? Bailed to comic shop. Leonard confessed later—he fucked her too. Identity fucked.