Tuesday, October 22
Not much to report, except...
Well, yesterday, I saw Dr. Strange and reported the new growth in my boobies. He just nodded, and acted like that was nothing out of the ordinary. He and I spent a fair amount of time just talking -- he wanted to know more about my relationships with my school friends and my dating life. I explained to him that I was now seeing Ms. Hargrove and she was giving me some advice on my encounters with boys.
He was pretty obvious. He probed to see if I was having any sort of regrets about my transition and any thoughts that I might just want to live my life as an effeminate gay boy. I explained to him that while I was definitely attracted to boys, I didn't want to be a boy. I was much more comfortable in the company of other girls, and had more to talk with them about, and could function with girls on an equal level. That last part seemed to get to him.
He said that he wanted me to get out more -- to present' as a female in settings other than school where I was around friends and family. He even suggested an after-school job. I giggled and explained to him that between my new role with the drama club, and school work, and therapy, I was pretty much booked solid right now. He seemed to understand, but still wanted me to explore some ways of socializing outside of my comfort zone. I told him about the upcoming Halloween carnival, and how we were all going to dress as cats and have a puss-n-boots themed booth. He chuckled at that, and acknowledged that I seemed to be fitting into girl mode' pretty well.
I'm seeing Carlos every day now in drama club. We're actually working on dialog as a troupe now, but since his character and mine don't really have much stage time together, I don't get to see him that much. I asked him if he was coming over on Saturday, and he said yes. I asked him if he'd ever played tennis, and he said he had tried a bit but wasn't very good at it. I said that I knew a good indoor tennis place and maybe we could go there on Saturday and then go over to my house. He said that would be a great plan, and he would pick me up at noon for an all day date.
I've never really had a boy' sex drive, and Dr. Strange explained to me that my hormone mixture was the cause. I had more of a female romantic' sex drive, even without the new hormone therapy. However, thinking about Carlos and thinking about the upcoming weekend got me more than a little hot and bothered. Figured it was time for some Brianne therapy so I called her up tonite.
"Brie my love, how do you feel when you get hot?"
"Hot? You mean, like that time our A/C broke in July?"
"No, like, for a guy."
"I don't do guys."
"OK. Like for Randi."
Silence...
"Like for Randi. Hello. Is this thing broken?"
"Yeah, I heard you, I just don't know."
"OK, how do you feel when you `do it' with her?"
"Define `do it'?"
"You tell me, sister wife. I've told you like everything. You've told me nothing. We have an everything-nothing imbalance here, babe. Fess up. What have you two `done' and who did what to who?"
"We've kissed. That's it."
"Kissed? Like.... Kissed... I mean, I've kissed my mother. Hell, Brie, I've kissed you. How's that different?"
"Christy Ms. Dancer, when you kissed me, it was like French people saying hello. When Randi kisses me, it's... different."
"How different?"
"I get lost in her kisses. That different."
"So, who's the guy?"
"What do you mean, `who's the guy?"
"Like, is Randi the boss of the situation or you?"
"It's not like that. There's not `a guy' between two girls. We're both girls, but yeah, OK, I kinda understand what you mean, and Randi's more in charge."
"Second base?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you two just kiss, or like other stuff? I mean, when Carlos and I make out, he grabs my ass and I know he'd want to grab my boobs if I had any, but my ass has to do, so does Randi... you...?"
"We hug a lot, and sure, my boobs press up against hers and that feels great, but no, we haven't done any hand stuff yet. But you, tell me about Carlos and your ass. Does he just touch you or rub or massage or what? Inquiring minds, sis... inquiring minds..."
"He... well... all that... plus... he kinda paddles me."
"Paddles????"
"Yeah. Not hard, but just gently paddling my butt cheek, particularly when I was going down on him in our playroom. I was kneeling on the sofa, and was `doing him' and he reached around and started slowly paddling my bottom."
"How did that make you feel?"
"It was pretty hot. I mean, I was almost totally focused on his cock in my mouth, and so hardly noticed he was doing it, but once I did, it really turned me on even more. Later, I thought about him turning me over his knee, and ... wow... but like, I don't know what turned on' really means. Is what I'm feeling horny' or what?"
"I dunno, sis, but it sounds hot as hell. When are your going to see him again?"
"You mean outside of school? Saturday. He's coming over Saturday. Mom promises us some `alone time' if you know what I mean."
"Your mom is so cool. My mom would never let me have a boy over like that, even if I was into boys."
"Yeah, well, she's trying her best. I'm not making this simple for her."
"Well, anyway, give Carlos some hints. Sounds like he already likes ass play. Let him know you want to experiment. Wear something that gives him easy access to the play areas, if you know what I mean. You know, eventually, he's going to want to do more than just paddle your ass."
I could feel myself blushing. I'd never really admitted to myself that eventually I was going to surrender myself back there. Maybe I needed to talk with Ms. Weasley about that eventually, but for now, I had a goal for this coming Saturday.
"Bria, sister wife, I love you, and we have so very little in common. Why do I come to you for sex advice?"
"Cuz you love me Christy, and I dearly hope to hear about you impaled on that boys cock one day soon.
We were now giggling too hard to continue the conversation. I'm sure I'm going to fall asleep tonite with dreams of Carlos spanking me.