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Just Another Day
With a loud buzzing sound ringing throughout her room, Charlotte
awoke in the dark and rolled over to slap the button on her clock
radio. Well, to call it a clock radio was somewhat of a misnomer since the
radio made a lower pitched and louder buzz than the alarm. Rubbing her eyes
the glowing blobs resolved into 5:45, with a small red dot uselessly
reminding her that it was in the A.M. Completing the roll, her feet hit the
floor and, grabbing her dressing robe, she made her way groggily to her
flat's bathroom.
Hanging the robe from a hook on the back of the door, she then
turned around and reached into the shower to start the hot water
running. As she waited for the spray to heat up, she lifted her teddy over
her head and looked in the mirror. Almost the highlight of her day, her 34C
bosom stood proudly upon her chest. Turning the cold faucet a half turn,
she stepped into the stream of water. Once wetted down Charlotte soaped up
her loufa ball and moved it over her smooth pale skin. A small shudder ran
through her as the plastic mesh brushed over the nipples of the breasts
she'd wanted so badly, that it was with more than a little resentment that
she soaped up the seven inch penis that still seemed to define her life.
As the soap moved off her body, Charlotte was honest enough to
admit to herself that she'd always wanted to be a girl, even as Matt, but
once she'd started passing (and gone quite beyond 'just' passing) she'd
realized that 'girl' wasn't a destination, but an altogether different path
she'd started on. And she'd become quite lost. A practically non-existent
social life, and no real sexual identity had left her living out her
day-to-day existence as just a person, and a boring one at that.
Charlotte dried off and shrugged on her robe. A simple breakfast
followed soon afterward, then she dressed in her business suit, the skirt a
mandatory reminder of her sought after femininity, and the walk down to the
subway station. Had she not been so wrapped up in the mundanity of her
life, Charlotte may have noticed the appreciating glances of quite a few of
the men on her train, and a couple of the ladies as well. But her downcast
expression would not serve her well and she left the train and entered her
workplace unaware of these fleeting glances directed toward her.
Her job did nothing to help Charlotte's self image either. "Pushing
paper" may be a colloquialism, but it described her place in the
secretarial pool well. Paper would come in, Charlotte would put it into tan
folders, and the nervous nineteen-year-old file clerk would pick up the
folders and take them away. She didn't know what was in the files or where
they went after she matched the little codes up. Ten minutes of break to
use the facilities, and then a new pile of paper. When the kid wheeled
those away, Charlotte went to the cafeteria. One hour (and a peanut butter
sandwich) later it was time for the third pile.
Charlotte finished the last file of the day, and with palatable
relief she made her way over to the time clock and logged out for the
day. Despite how ho-hum her private life was, the tedium of her job was
like a weight lifted from her whenever the green light announcing her
workday was over flashed upon the small black box. Walking out, she noticed
dejectedly that while she was in that soulless glass-and-steel box, it had
rained. As there was still a soft mist in the air, Charlotte hurried to the
station thankful that she'd worn flats today if she was going to forget her
umbrella.
The train ride home was the same as the ride to work, truth be
told, many of the same people were on both trains, unbeknownst to
Charlotte. She left the train and shuffled toward her flat, preparing for
another night of bad TV alone.
As Charlotte was standing on the corner waiting for the light to
cycle and pondering which rerun she'd view tonight, a sporty little red car
zipped through the intersection in a left turn a little too fast. It
drifted a touch closer to the curb than the roads were designed for. Just a
touch. On any other day, Charlotte wouldn't have noticed, but it'd rained
earlier. So while she didn't notice the drifting car, Charlotte was more
than aware of the sheet of water it kicked up and drenched her with. As she
was, vainly, trying to clean off a touch, to her surprise the car actually
stopped. She'd firmly been convinced that the driver responsible would just
keep going, but no, he'd stopped. She peered at the man climbing from the
small car.
Apologizing profusely, Charlotte realized it was the file clerk
from the office, Billy. Gangly in his nineteen-year-old frame, he'd not
quite grown into 'Bill' or 'William'. His curly dark hair was rather
disheveled from zipping about in his car, the tie and button up shirt
replaced by an 'Obey Giant' tee. Snapping to, Charlotte listened as Billy
offered to take her home and pay for whatever cleaning was
needed. Charlotte assured him that it wasn't a problem, that she'd just
lived a couple of blocks up from the corner. Billy was insistent and after
some odd glances their way, she relented if just to avoid being a public
spectacle.
Quickly they arrived at her building, and Charlotte walked up to
her apartment, Billy in tow. He was still apologizing and finally she told
him firmly that it really was alright. He seemed to get the message and
finally relaxed as they got to her door. Billy said goodbye then stopped
before completing his turn to leave. Not feeling the short ride to her home
was enough; he offered to cook Charlotte dinner. Sensing a convoluted day
at the office tomorrow if she refused Charlotte pointed him in the
direction of her small kitchen and went to change out of her muddy clothes
and take a shower.
She walked out twenty minutes later to find dinner was
ready. Boiled broccoli and mac & cheese were about par for the course, but
Billy had broiled up the chicken in a way far more elaborate than her usual
fare. Since she lived alone and never entertained, Charlotte hadn't
invested in a dinner table so she found herself eating next to Billy on the
couch to eat their meal. As they ate, they watched Jeopardy and Wheel of
Fortune. As the finally puzzle was solved long after they'd finished
eating, she was surprised to find that she and Billy had moved next to each
other, his arm around her shoulder. As one of the many CSI clones came on,
Billy must have realized this as well. Without much conscious thought, he
leaned down and touched his lips to Charlotte's. As he drew her to him, his
tongue slipped into her mouth gently caressing her own. Soon caught up in
the passion, his arms fully surrounded her and his hands began to move over
Charlotte's body. She reveled in her first experience being kissed and held
by a man. She enjoyed the sensation of Billy's hands on her neck, back, her
thighs, her bosom...
Suddenly everything stopped. Charlotte looked down, and so did
Billy, as his hand rested between her legs, right on top of her now hard
seven-inch penis. Charlotte began to recoil in shock, moving away from
Billy in embarrassment and a little bit of fear. Billy for his part didn't
move at all before remarking on the fact that this did a lot to explain why
Charlotte was so shy at work. To put her at ease, he took a foot into his
hands and began to rub it. As she relaxed, Billy hands moved up Charlotte's
legs and torso until he was practically on top of her. As their lips met,
Billy's hands began undoing the buttons to her blouse. Charlotte's hands
flew down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his
head. She trembled when his naked chest pressed down on her bosom as he
kissed her. His tongue moved across her lips, over her chin, upon her
throat. A gasp escaped when his mouth took her nipple into its
grasp. Charlotte wriggled underneath as Billy licked and nuzzled at her
chest. Finally she was experiencing everything she'd wanted and sacrificed
for.
After far too short of a time to her Billy moved away from her
chest, and to her surprise, began to move downward, running his lips across
her stomach. As he moved down, Billy grabbed the top of her skirt and
panties and pulled them down, quickly revealing her penis. She flushed all
over; embarrassed at the organ she'd not fully dealt with yet. But Billy
was apparently ready to deal with it, as she arched her back when he took
the head of her into his mouth. She wriggled as his tongue rolled over the
spongy head, delicately licking the slit at the tip of her rod before
taking the length of her deep into his mouth. As he sucked on her penis,
Billy's hands moved up to squeeze and caress her breasts. This fondling
along with the action upon her sex was finally too much for
Charlotte. Crying out, she began to squirt shot after shot into Billy's
mouth.
Billy pulled away. And Charlotte flushed again in embarrassment at
not warning Billy that she was coming. Billy gave her a lopsided grin and
kissed her. Taking her into his arms he began to rub her back, the warmth
of his own penis hot against her thigh. One of his hands moved aside as he
kissed her passionately, after the kiss, he had placed the hand onto her
rear. She could feel a cool wet feeling there. He kissed her gently, then
slowly turned her over.
Billy lied down upon her back. He leaned over and kissed
Charlotte's neck and rubbed her neck and shoulders until she felt
relaxed. He pushed up and placed his organ at her rear opening. He leaned
down and kissed her neck as he slowly pushed his penis through the dollop
of lubricant he'd placed at the opening and into her warm cavity. She
gasped as his shaft penetrated her, stretching her tight ring around his
organ. Painful at first, she soon grew accustomed to his presence inside
her and began to moan in pleasure. His lips on the nape of her neck, his
hands grasping her breasts, his hot rod thrusting in and out of her until
at last Billy cried out. Jets of warm, sticky liquid splashed into her
bowels as he came inside her.
The two cuddled for a while, Billy's spent member softening and
sliding out of her rear. Finally the two disentangled themselves and began
to dress. Billy awkwardly kissed Charlotte at the door. Charlotte blushed
and mumbled something about seeing him at work the next day. Billy kissed
her one more time and left.
* * * * * *
Charlotte went to work the next day, feeling a little better than
usual, looking forward to when she was done with her first set of
envelopes. She looked up from her last envelope when she heard the cart
roll in. To her surprise, Billy wasn't pushing it. Disappointed, she went
on break. Billy didn't appear for the rest of the day either. By the end of
the week Charlotte realized he'd left the company, and her days resumed
their routine, made a little drearier with nothing left but a memory. But
there was a little hope left behind as well, even if they ended as just
another day.
With a loud buzzing sound ringing throughout her room, Charlotte
awoke in the dark and rolled over to slap the button on her clock
radio. Well, to call it a clock radio was somewhat of a misnomer since the
radio made a lower pitched and louder buzz than the alarm. Rubbing her eyes
the glowing blobs resolved into 5:45, with a small red dot uselessly
reminding her that it was in the A.M. Completing the roll, her feet hit the
floor and, grabbing her dressing robe, she made her way groggily to her
flat's bathroom.
Hanging the robe from a hook on the back of the door, she then
turned around and reached into the shower to start the hot water
running. As she waited for the spray to heat up, she lifted her teddy over
her head and looked in the mirror. Almost the highlight of her day, her 34C
bosom stood proudly upon her chest. Turning the cold faucet a half turn,
she stepped into the stream of water. Once wetted down Charlotte soaped up
her loufa ball and moved it over her smooth pale skin. A small shudder ran
through her as the plastic mesh brushed over the nipples of the breasts
she'd wanted so badly, that it was with more than a little resentment that
she soaped up the seven inch penis that still seemed to define her life.
As the soap moved off her body, Charlotte was honest enough to
admit to herself that she'd always wanted to be a girl, even as Matt, but
once she'd started passing (and gone quite beyond 'just' passing) she'd
realized that 'girl' wasn't a destination, but an altogether different path
she'd started on. And she'd become quite lost. A practically non-existent
social life, and no real sexual identity had left her living out her
day-to-day existence as just a person, and a boring one at that.
Charlotte dried off and shrugged on her robe. A simple breakfast
followed soon afterward, then she dressed in her business suit, the skirt a
mandatory reminder of her sought after femininity, and the walk down to the
subway station. Had she not been so wrapped up in the mundanity of her
life, Charlotte may have noticed the appreciating glances of quite a few of
the men on her train, and a couple of the ladies as well. But her downcast
expression would not serve her well and she left the train and entered her
workplace unaware of these fleeting glances directed toward her.
Her job did nothing to help Charlotte's self image either. "Pushing
paper" may be a colloquialism, but it described her place in the
secretarial pool well. Paper would come in, Charlotte would put it into tan
folders, and the nervous nineteen-year-old file clerk would pick up the
folders and take them away. She didn't know what was in the files or where
they went after she matched the little codes up. Ten minutes of break to
use the facilities, and then a new pile of paper. When the kid wheeled
those away, Charlotte went to the cafeteria. One hour (and a peanut butter
sandwich) later it was time for the third pile.
Charlotte finished the last file of the day, and with palatable
relief she made her way over to the time clock and logged out for the
day. Despite how ho-hum her private life was, the tedium of her job was
like a weight lifted from her whenever the green light announcing her
workday was over flashed upon the small black box. Walking out, she noticed
dejectedly that while she was in that soulless glass-and-steel box, it had
rained. As there was still a soft mist in the air, Charlotte hurried to the
station thankful that she'd worn flats today if she was going to forget her
umbrella.
The train ride home was the same as the ride to work, truth be
told, many of the same people were on both trains, unbeknownst to
Charlotte. She left the train and shuffled toward her flat, preparing for
another night of bad TV alone.
As Charlotte was standing on the corner waiting for the light to
cycle and pondering which rerun she'd view tonight, a sporty little red car
zipped through the intersection in a left turn a little too fast. It
drifted a touch closer to the curb than the roads were designed for. Just a
touch. On any other day, Charlotte wouldn't have noticed, but it'd rained
earlier. So while she didn't notice the drifting car, Charlotte was more
than aware of the sheet of water it kicked up and drenched her with. As she
was, vainly, trying to clean off a touch, to her surprise the car actually
stopped. She'd firmly been convinced that the driver responsible would just
keep going, but no, he'd stopped. She peered at the man climbing from the
small car.
Apologizing profusely, Charlotte realized it was the file clerk
from the office, Billy. Gangly in his nineteen-year-old frame, he'd not
quite grown into 'Bill' or 'William'. His curly dark hair was rather
disheveled from zipping about in his car, the tie and button up shirt
replaced by an 'Obey Giant' tee. Snapping to, Charlotte listened as Billy
offered to take her home and pay for whatever cleaning was
needed. Charlotte assured him that it wasn't a problem, that she'd just
lived a couple of blocks up from the corner. Billy was insistent and after
some odd glances their way, she relented if just to avoid being a public
spectacle.
Quickly they arrived at her building, and Charlotte walked up to
her apartment, Billy in tow. He was still apologizing and finally she told
him firmly that it really was alright. He seemed to get the message and
finally relaxed as they got to her door. Billy said goodbye then stopped
before completing his turn to leave. Not feeling the short ride to her home
was enough; he offered to cook Charlotte dinner. Sensing a convoluted day
at the office tomorrow if she refused Charlotte pointed him in the
direction of her small kitchen and went to change out of her muddy clothes
and take a shower.
She walked out twenty minutes later to find dinner was
ready. Boiled broccoli and mac & cheese were about par for the course, but
Billy had broiled up the chicken in a way far more elaborate than her usual
fare. Since she lived alone and never entertained, Charlotte hadn't
invested in a dinner table so she found herself eating next to Billy on the
couch to eat their meal. As they ate, they watched Jeopardy and Wheel of
Fortune. As the finally puzzle was solved long after they'd finished
eating, she was surprised to find that she and Billy had moved next to each
other, his arm around her shoulder. As one of the many CSI clones came on,
Billy must have realized this as well. Without much conscious thought, he
leaned down and touched his lips to Charlotte's. As he drew her to him, his
tongue slipped into her mouth gently caressing her own. Soon caught up in
the passion, his arms fully surrounded her and his hands began to move over
Charlotte's body. She reveled in her first experience being kissed and held
by a man. She enjoyed the sensation of Billy's hands on her neck, back, her
thighs, her bosom...
Suddenly everything stopped. Charlotte looked down, and so did
Billy, as his hand rested between her legs, right on top of her now hard
seven-inch penis. Charlotte began to recoil in shock, moving away from
Billy in embarrassment and a little bit of fear. Billy for his part didn't
move at all before remarking on the fact that this did a lot to explain why
Charlotte was so shy at work. To put her at ease, he took a foot into his
hands and began to rub it. As she relaxed, Billy hands moved up Charlotte's
legs and torso until he was practically on top of her. As their lips met,
Billy's hands began undoing the buttons to her blouse. Charlotte's hands
flew down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his
head. She trembled when his naked chest pressed down on her bosom as he
kissed her. His tongue moved across her lips, over her chin, upon her
throat. A gasp escaped when his mouth took her nipple into its
grasp. Charlotte wriggled underneath as Billy licked and nuzzled at her
chest. Finally she was experiencing everything she'd wanted and sacrificed
for.
After far too short of a time to her Billy moved away from her
chest, and to her surprise, began to move downward, running his lips across
her stomach. As he moved down, Billy grabbed the top of her skirt and
panties and pulled them down, quickly revealing her penis. She flushed all
over; embarrassed at the organ she'd not fully dealt with yet. But Billy
was apparently ready to deal with it, as she arched her back when he took
the head of her into his mouth. She wriggled as his tongue rolled over the
spongy head, delicately licking the slit at the tip of her rod before
taking the length of her deep into his mouth. As he sucked on her penis,
Billy's hands moved up to squeeze and caress her breasts. This fondling
along with the action upon her sex was finally too much for
Charlotte. Crying out, she began to squirt shot after shot into Billy's
mouth.
Billy pulled away. And Charlotte flushed again in embarrassment at
not warning Billy that she was coming. Billy gave her a lopsided grin and
kissed her. Taking her into his arms he began to rub her back, the warmth
of his own penis hot against her thigh. One of his hands moved aside as he
kissed her passionately, after the kiss, he had placed the hand onto her
rear. She could feel a cool wet feeling there. He kissed her gently, then
slowly turned her over.
Billy lied down upon her back. He leaned over and kissed
Charlotte's neck and rubbed her neck and shoulders until she felt
relaxed. He pushed up and placed his organ at her rear opening. He leaned
down and kissed her neck as he slowly pushed his penis through the dollop
of lubricant he'd placed at the opening and into her warm cavity. She
gasped as his shaft penetrated her, stretching her tight ring around his
organ. Painful at first, she soon grew accustomed to his presence inside
her and began to moan in pleasure. His lips on the nape of her neck, his
hands grasping her breasts, his hot rod thrusting in and out of her until
at last Billy cried out. Jets of warm, sticky liquid splashed into her
bowels as he came inside her.
The two cuddled for a while, Billy's spent member softening and
sliding out of her rear. Finally the two disentangled themselves and began
to dress. Billy awkwardly kissed Charlotte at the door. Charlotte blushed
and mumbled something about seeing him at work the next day. Billy kissed
her one more time and left.
* * * * * *
Charlotte went to work the next day, feeling a little better than
usual, looking forward to when she was done with her first set of
envelopes. She looked up from her last envelope when she heard the cart
roll in. To her surprise, Billy wasn't pushing it. Disappointed, she went
on break. Billy didn't appear for the rest of the day either. By the end of
the week Charlotte realized he'd left the company, and her days resumed
their routine, made a little drearier with nothing left but a memory. But
there was a little hope left behind as well, even if they ended as just
another day.
