The Honeymoon
By Phoenix Cinders
The Honeymoon
1st Edition
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Chapter 1
Charlie Sheppard
The office hums with excitement. We’re only months away from the release of the new expansion for our popular and best selling game, Aratheon. As I sit at my desk, working furiously to make sure everything runs as planned, I can’t help but get distracted by another big event going on in my life. In a few days, I’m about to get married to the woman with whom I’m deeply in love with. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, spunky, and full of life. She’s the type of woman that every man desires. She’s adventurous and I am beyond lucky to have her.
To be honest, the younger version of myself never would’ve believed I’m going to marry a supermodel, let alone run a multi-million dollar media company that I started with my friends. I get up and look at myself in the reflection in the mirror on the wall. God who would’ve thought that fat nerdy teenager everyone picked on in high school would become the guy I see before me. I don’t even recognize myself. That red hair that used to be the root of most of my insults including but not limited to ginger, red-headed stepchild, soulless, daywalker, I could go on and on for days, but that red hair is now one of my best features. It has a silky wave to it now.
Of course, the man in the mirror isn’t that fat little boy anymore. You can tell he’s hit the gym. Defined jaw with no second chin. A body chiseled with hours of hard work. I’ve got a light beard that makes my face look like a man and not that boy who was a pushover. Life couldn’t be better.
A knock at the door pulls me out of my trance. “Come in.”
“Charlie, what are you still doing here?” Marion asks, my assistant who’s going to retire soon. She’s been like a mother to me. Especially after my own mother passed away from cancer. She’s definitely old enough to be my mother, but she hasn’t lost any of her beauty with age even though she let her hair go white. She was there for me through thick and thin and deserves the best retirement possible.
“You know I can’t leave with the upcoming release,” I say.
“Come on Charlie, we’ve got the best programmers on it. Even Roy’s been working with the writers to double-check for plot holes in the story. Go spend time with your soon to be wife,” she says.
“I suppose maybe I can take an afternoon off,” I say.
“Yes, go. Don’t make me get security to escort you out,” she says, pulling a laugh from my lips.
“God, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. Are you sure you want to retire?” I ask.
“For heaven’s sake, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m getting too old for this. I love it here and I’ll continue to visit, but I need a beach, a good book, and some strong wine,” she says.
“Well, you’ve earned it,” I say.
She smiles. “Now leave! Go spend time with your fiance.”
I know she’s really trying hard to put on a good face. She’s never really approved of my fiance. She thinks she’s a golddigger. She doesn’t know her as I do.
I finally relent and head out. It’s going to be so hard to find someone to fill her shoes. I’m really going to miss her.
“Yo, bro!” I hear my younger brother Cody shout as he rushes up to me. “I was thinking, why haven’t we made a game based on the Solaris Night’s Forest of Horrors series? It’d be fucking epic to play a survival game in that setting.”
“Yeah, sounds like a great idea. Talk to Korbin and work out some of the details. We’ll see what we can make of it,” I say. It is a good idea, he gets a few of them every now and then.
“Right on. Hey, you better be ready for the bachelor party. I’ve been planning this for weeks,” he says.
“When have you ever planned anything weeks in advance?” I ask, laughing.
“Hey, I’ve spent a few hours here and there last week. And like an hour the week before,” he says. Cody is my brother, but we are complete opposites. Where I’m organized and efficient, he’s carefree and eccentric. But, it works out. He’s very creative. I’ll give him that. He’s also my best friend. “Well, I’m off to see the future Mrs.”
“Give her a good slap on the ass for me,” he says with a wink.
“Alright,” I say with a laugh. “Later little bro.”
God, I feel so happy right now. Only days away from our big day. I quickly stop and get her some flowers, white roses, her favorite. It’s not long before I’m pulling into my driveway. Hmm. Kyle’s over… Her best friend. I don’t really care for him much. He’s too handsy and I’ll admit he’s got the body of an olympian. I’m not jealous. But he is also kind of a jerk.
I put it in park and head inside. Music is playing off in the distance. They’re not in the living room or kitchen like I was expecting. I thought for sure she’d be busy with last-minute preparations for the wedding. I follow the sound of the music upstairs and I start to feel a little anxious. Everything feels wrong.
The music is coming from our bedroom. What the…
I open the door and the flowers fall from my hands. I walk in to find Kyle pounding my fiance’s ass. Neither seems to notice me as they go at it doggy style on the bed. “Music off.”
The sound of this asshole pounding my future ex-fiance quickly comes to an end as they both turn to find me red-faced filled with rage. “Jesus Christ, Charlie, I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”
“What the fuck?”
“I can explain,” she says.
“Yeah, I’d love to hear you try to get out of this.” I’ve never been so angry and hurt in my entire life. I thought she loved me.
“You… I… It just happened. I didn’t,” she stutters as she tries to untangle herself from Kyle, that fucking asshole.
“You know what, save it. Marion was right. You’re nothing but a gold-digging whore. The wedding is off. And fuck you if you think you’re getting the honeymoon tickets. They’re in my name. Fucking bitch,” I say as I storm out of my own house. I get back in my car and speed away. What was I thinking? That fucking stupid cunt. I’m just as stupid for believing her lies. Was she really only after my money?
Chapter 2
Alessandra Curry
My house no longer feels like home. My body never felt like home. I tried so hard to make the shell that my soul is wrapped in to represent the soul within, but no matter how hard I try, it doesn’t feel like me.
My father is the first one to point out how silly I look. He uses other words. I’m a boy in a dress. Or a mentally ill person. Again, I’m filtering his words. I’ll never be the son he wanted. I don’t understand why he can’t accept the daughter he has?
Sometimes I feel like God or whoever’s in control of everything hates me. I know I’ve made a few bad decisions here and there, but why does it feel like I’m being punished by the forces that be? Did they put me in the wrong gender on purpose? Like some kind of sick joke. Maybe it’s all just a terrible coincidence. Just a roll of the dice. Like clicking the random appearance generator on the Aratheon character creator and coming up with a creature created in a laboratory. I feel like Frankenstein’s monster. That’s definitely how most people treat me. At least the people that know that I’m trans.
Even though I see a freak when I look in the mirror, I’ll admit I have the luxury of passing to most people. I know everyone sees their own flaws better than anyone else. I just wish I didn’t have so many.
My hair is far too short. Why did I get it cut? I don’t even like the color of it. The light brown hair just makes me look boyish, especially with it so short. I don’t like my freckles or my pasty pale skin. I’m too skinny and I have a flat chest.
God, I wish I could afford a breast augmentation. The little nubs that have grown since I’ve started HRT look like mosquito bites and could hardly be recognized as real breasts. For god’s sake, I look like a feminine boy, especially without makeup. The only good thing is that I never started growing facial or body hair. I can’t really afford laser hair removal. So I got lucky there.
The mirror doesn’t fully represent who I know I am. I am a woman, I’ve known it for my entire life. I just wish my dad and my brother would see me as such. My dad would sooner disown me if it weren’t for my mother. God bless her soul, she’s been the only one who has supported me through my transition. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know if I’d survive. I can’t even fight the tears. Why does life have to be so fucking hard?
All I want to do is just live my life the way it was supposed to be, as a woman, because that’s what I feel when I close my eyes. I know who I am, I just wish everyone else would see me the way I see myself.
I pull myself away from the mirror. Nothing good ever comes from staring into it. Just thoughts I’d rather avoid.
“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready,” my mother shouts from down the hall.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I say. Time to put my brave face on. I wipe away the tears and take a breath to gain my composure before I head down to face my family.
They’re already sitting at the table with plates full. My brother is stuffing his face as fast as he can. I grab a plate and fill up before sitting down across from him. Neither he nor my dad acknowledges my existence. I can take my father’s disappointment and even his anger, but my brother’s ostracism hurts the worst. We used to be so close. We’re only a year apart. We’d tell each other everything and now he’s embarrassed to have me as a sibling. Both he and my dad refuse to see me as a woman or even a human being for that matter.
His girlfriend hates my guts. She never liked me to begin with, but ever since I first came out as gay in high school, she made it her mission to make my life a living hell. Now that I came out as trans, she loves to tell me how I will never be a real woman. She’d always spread rumors about me. I just can’t understand what my brother sees in her. She may be the most popular girl in school, but she’s got a heart of cold steel. His friends aren’t any better. Most of them are quick to point out what a freak I am. They’d push me around and make fun of me behind Pat’s back. Although, not all of them. There was one of his friends who was nice to me. His best friend Liam took my virginity when I only identified as a gay boy. Although, he made me keep it all a secret. I never told anyone and I never will. Sadly, he wants nothing to do with me now that I’m trans, which really hurts. I shed a lot of tears because of him.
“Dylan, will you pass the pepper,” my father asks as he looks up at me. God, it feels like a punch in the kidney every time I hear that name. He never stops using my deadname and it hurts. It feels like my feelings mean nothing to him. It’s as if he doesn’t care what I think or feel. I swear he’d rather have no child at all than to have a freak that he sees me as.
“Ed, seriously? Why do you persist in calling her by that name?” my mother asks.
“That’s the name we gave him!” he snaps back, using that tainted word.
“You are so thick in the head. Why can’t you understand that she is no longer your son? It’s easy for me to see that she never was,” she says. Her words make me swell with so many mixed emotions. I am so proud to have her as a mother and yet I feel so sad. I feel like I’m the reason they fight all the time.
“I’m not the one who’s mental,” he says, throwing a glare at me. The dam finally breaks and the tears fall out in a flood.
“Wow… Just when I thought you couldn’t sink any lower, Ed. You disgust me,” my mother says as she throws her down her fork.
“I disgust you? Are you out of your mind? I just can’t understand how you can not only accept this behavior from our son, but you are promoting it. You’re confirming our son’s delusions,” he says, slamming his hand on the table. I suck in a sharp breath. It feels like the air is filled with ice. My father’s words hit hard like a blow to the gut. Tears fall down like rain. I get up and rush to my room.
I bury myself in my bed and cry until there are no tears left. And they wonder why I spend so much time in a fictional world. No reality could be worse than the reality of my life. I hate it being alive. Why was I created this way? I feel like a mistake.
Chapter 3
Charlie Sheppard
The next couple of days were miserable. Had to let everyone know the wedding was off. Had to kick that gold-digging whore out of my house. Spent a few nights in tears, drunk off my ass. She didn’t even seem all that phased. She was more worried about getting the deposit back than she was about apologizing.
None of my family seemed upset, nor did all my friends at work. It’s like they all expected it to happen. I feel like I was left out of an inside joke or the butt of it. I’m embarrassed to show my face out in public. I was humiliated by this woman and I was ready to devote my entire life to her.
Even at work, I can feel all their pitying glances and I can hear the whispers go around. I can only imagine what they’re saying about me. I can’t even concentrate. I feel like the laughing stock of the town. I’m sure word got out to that asshole that’s the “boss” of our competition who’s always trying to get our secrets so he can rip off our content and games. Jay Reynolds… God, I hate that dickhead. I bet he’s having himself a real good laugh. Hell, he probably set this all up. Piece of shit.
As soon as I get to my office, I pour myself a long stiff drink in my hidden supply and pop an edible in. It’s that kind of fucking day.
Marion knocks on the door but walks in without giving me a chance to speak. “Jesus, you look like shit.”
“Well… You were right. Are you going to tell me I told you so?” I ask as I slam down the drink.
“No. That’s the last thing I want to do. I care about you and I think you should probably take some time off and get your head on straight. Maybe go on that honeymoon you were planning. Please tell me you got the tickets,” she says.
“Yeah, I kept them. There was no way I was going to let that bitch get her cheating hands on them.”
“Well, then it’s settled. You’re going,” she says. “And you’re taking Cody with you. He’s been spending way too much time hitting on that intern he was so persistent in hiring. That’s only going to end badly.”
I sigh. “I don’t know. What’s the point? Besides, it’s a pivotal time in our company and to leave now would be a bad move. That expansion is only a few months away.”
“You were going to take a week off when the wedding was still on. What’s the difference? Besides, isn’t your niece going to be there on her senior spring break? If your sister finds out that you’re backing out she’ll be furious,” she says. She does make a good point. But then again, when’s the last time I cared what my sister thought?
“I’ll think about it,” I sigh as my head slams down on my desk. I don’t even feel pain anymore.
“You better! It’s not like you’re any good to anyone in this state,” she says before walking out. It’s not long before Cody walks in.
“Shit, Charlie, you really do look like shit. Marian said you were two shades to the wind already. It’s fucking 8 in the morning, man. I know you’ve been put through the wringer, but someone’s got to steer the ship and you know if I’m behind the helm we’re going to sink,” he says as he plops down across from me. I just don’t feel like moving. “You know, she’s not wrong, you really should go on that honeymoon and I should definitely go with you. Besides if Kate finds out that you’re not going on the Honeymoon, she won’t let Ariana go on her senior year trip. Then Ariana will murder you in your sleep. Although, you’d probably want that, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t want anything anymore,” I sigh.
“That’s it, we’re going. I’m going to get you laid, bro. We’ll get some hookers and blow. I’m sure that’s easy to find in Mexico. It’ll be like old times when we used to sneak out and get all stoned,” he says. I don’t even answer. The phone rings and Cody answers it. His eyes go wide. He holds the speaker’s end. “It’s Kate.”
He hands me the phone. “Hey, Charlie… How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” I groan.
“You don’t have to get nasty with me. I’m just checking up on you. We’re all worried about you,” she says.
“I’m fine,” I spit out.
“You don’t sound fine,” she says. “I told you that woman was nothing but trouble.”
Here we go. I knew one of them was going to say this. “Is this why you called? To say I told you so.”
“Oh come on Charlie. I’m your big sister. I know you well enough. You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“No… Not yet, but I’m getting there,” I say as I fill my drink up and down it all. “If you’re just calling to chastise me then I’m going to hang up.”
“That’s not why I called. I care about you, Charlie. We all do. We just want what’s best for you.
“I know,” I sigh.
“Please tell me you’re still planning on going on your honeymoon,” she says.
“I don’t know,” I say with a sigh.
“You have to go. Don’t do this to Ariana. She’s been wanting to go on this trip forever. Besides, it sounds like you need this. Take that idiot brother of ours with you seeing how you got an extra ticket. Hey, I gotta go. I love ya, bye.”
—
Now here I am, boarding a plane with my obnoxious little brother. My brother takes the window seat, forcing me out on the aisle. At least we have first-class tickets. I just need a drink. I get up to reach for my bag when I bump into someone. I look around to meet the bright brown eyes of a very beautiful girl. If I had to guess, she’s probably 20-21. She smiles at me, but even that smile can’t hide the unmistakable misery behind those brown eyes. Maybe it’s because I’m so miserable and I’m just projecting it into everything I see. Somehow I doubt it. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no you’re fine,” she says. She has a very nice voice. She seems like a delicate flower. Very slim and petite. Short brown hair, kind of tomboyish, but I can tell she’s more of a typical girl. I bet she’s the type to keep her nose in a book. That’s the type I wish my ex was. Instead, I was going to marry a woman who was on her phone 24/7.
“Here, I’ll get out of your way,” I spit out.
She smiles and bites her lip. “Thanks.”
Then she squeezes past me and heads down the aisle. I fall into my chair with my headphones as she lingers in my mind. As the flight takes off, I try to get as drunk as I can to wash away the reason I’m on this plane.
Before long, Cody and I are more than a little tipsy. It’s not long before Cody passes out as his head falls on my shoulder and he starts to drool. I push him off, but he continues to lean against me. I push him up against the window and he falls back on top of me. We go back and forth like this before I give up.
Eventually, we land and I have to shake Cody awake. “Wha… What’s going on?”
“Hey, sleeping beauty, we’re here,” I say. He stumbles up and we manage to get our bags before waiting at the baggage claim. Once we get all our luggage, we take a bus to the resort. We check-in and head to our rooms. I shoot my niece a text to let her know we’ve arrived. She arrived yesterday.
Thank god I managed to get us separate rooms. I couldn’t imagine spending a whole week with Cody bringing home every woman under the sun. It’s nice having a room all to myself. Not as nice as it would’ve been to have a wife to share it with. Just thinking about it ruined any positive vibes I had felt upon arrival. I get a text from Ariana saying she is at the poolside bar with her friends. I send Cody a text telling him I’m heading out to the poolside bar to meet up with Ariana. He says he’ll meet us out there.
After I change into swim trunks and a t-shirt, I head out. I find my niece with a group of girls her age. She waves as soon as she sees me. She’s showing off a little too much skin in her two-piece bathing suit, but I’m not going to say anything about it. I’m not her mother. Her blonde hair is done up in a ponytail and it definitely reminds me of Kate.
“Hey, Uncle Charlie, I’m glad you made it. I’m so sorry to hear about that stupid bitch, but if I’m being honest, I’m glad you dumped her. You’re much better off without her,” she says. After we hug I order the strongest drink they have.
“It is what it is, is it not?” I say.
“Well, hopefully, you’ll be able to get over her here,” she says as Cody stumbles out. Ariana greets her joyfully and he orders himself a drink. Ariana holds her drink up. “Cheers to Uncle Charlie’s new beginning.”
“I’ll cheer to that,” Cody says, smacking his drink against hers. I join in and take a long poll of my own.
Chapter 4
Alessandra Curry
The morning after the fight during dinner, our parents had us come into the living room. My mother starts off. “Things have been a little tense lately so we’ve decided to take a vacation and see if we can work things out in a more relaxed environment. We’ve booked two rooms at a really nice resort in Mexico.”
“Seriously?” Pat’s eyes go wide as a big smile appears on his face.
“Yep,” dad says.
“Can I bring some friends?” Pat asks.
Our parents exchange a glance before my dad speaks. “I don’t see why not. Just make sure they know that they have to pay for their own room and tickets.”
“Sure thing,” Patrick says excitedly. I hold in a sigh. The last thing I want is to be stuck with Pat’s friends. I know for sure he’ll bring his girlfriend along.
“Can Amber come?” he asks. Knew it! Once again our parents exchange glances.
“Fine,” dad says.
“Alessandra, you’re welcome to invite your friends as well. We’ll be leaving the first week in March,” mom says.
—
It wasn’t long before we were boarding the plane to Mexico. I wasn’t paying attention when I nearly ran into someone. I look up to see a man with deep hazel eyes and a red beard.
“I’m sorry,” he says. He has a very deep and dreamy voice.
“Oh, no you’re fine,” I spit out.
He smiles. “Here, I’ll get out of your way.”
I can’t help but smile and bite my lip. “Thanks.”
He quickly sits down as I squeak past him.
As I take my seat, my heart leaps inside my chest as Liam stops in front of my row of seats and looks at his ticket and then at the seat before looking up at me all wide-eyed. My stomach turns at the anxious look on his face. He takes a moment before quickly taking the seat next to me. He does his best to ignore my existence and quickly puts his headphones on. Our parents sit a few rows down the aisle.
To my horror, Patrick and his girlfriend sit behind me. Immediately I feel her kick my seat. Pat’s other friends, Mike and James sit in front of me. Both give me dirty looks. It’s going to be a long flight.
As the plane takes off and we’re allowed to leave our seats, Patrick gets up and heads for the bathroom. I jump as I hear Pat’s girlfriend, Amber whisper to me. “Hey, tranny. Did you know Pat thinks you’re a freak? He’s so embarrassed to have you as a brother. No one likes you.”
I can’t lie, her words really hurt. It felt like a knife to the heart, causing it to bleed because I know it’s true. I know Pat’s embarrassed by me. Liam acts like he didn’t hear anything. I know he too is embarrassed by me. Embarrassed that he ever hooked up with me. I know he’s afraid if word got out that he’s gay, he’d receive the same treatment that I’ve gotten my entire life. He’d be ostracized like me, ridiculed, humiliated, picked on, bullied, treated as if he were not a human being.
I put my headphones in and try to ignore her. I’ve never understood why she’s so cruel nor why Patrick likes her. Before long, we land in Mexico. After we get our luggage and get on the bus, we arrive at our resort. Unfortunately, because of Amber, I have to room with my parents. Thankfully the hotel room has separate rooms inside. After we talk to our parents, everyone goes their own way.
I change into something casual with short-shorts and a t-shirt before heading to check out the resort.
—
My only goal is to get as far away from Amber and Pat’s friends as possible. I just don’t understand why she hates me so much. What did I do to deserve the way she treats me? She’s relentless. I try to be nice to her, but she won’t stop bullying me. I just can’t understand what Pat sees in her.
It dawns on me that even though I’m only 20, I can legally drink here. I head up to the first bar I see and stop dead in my tracks. Sitting, sipping on a drink was the guy from the plane. The one that I bumped into. All the blood in my body rushes to my face. Fuck, what should I do? He’s super hot, but just know once he finds out I’m trans, he’ll want nothing to do with me. Although, there’s a tiny voice inside that asks, what if he’s different? What do I have to lose?
I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, then I take a chance. I pull up a seat next to him.
“Is this seat taken?” I look up into his dreamy hazel eyes. If I’m not mistaken I see a pleasant smile sneak on his face.
“No, by all means, have a seat,” he says. God, I have such a thing for redheads. I don’t know what it is, but I find them very attractive. Not to mention his beard. He’s like a civilized lumberjack and that really turns me on. Then my eyes fall down and see the ring on his finger and my heart sinks into my chest. “Are you waiting for your wife?”
He winces. “No… This was supposed to be our honeymoon, but after I walked in on her fucking this douche name Kyle the wedding was called off.”
My eyes go wide. “Oh, I’m sorry. That’s awful. I can’t imagine how you feel right now.”
“I was definitely hurt. The worst part is that it seemed like every one of my friends and family knew she was trouble but me. I felt like an idiot. I shouldn’t be burdening you with my troubles. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“You have no reason to be embarrassed. It happens and it’s awful. And I don’t mind listening. Who better to tell your woes to than a stranger?” I ask, biting my lip.
“True. But even still, it doesn’t make for a good first impression,” he says.
“It could be worse, at least you weren’t the one doing the cheating,” I say, with a quirky smile.
He laughs. “That’s true.”
“I just don’t understand how someone can do that? When you’re in a committed relationship, about to be married nonetheless, how can you even possibly think about committing such disloyalty? If I was lucky enough to find someone who loved me enough to marry me, I would totally devote myself to them,” I say.
“I know, right? I was willing to give anything for her. It felt like a dagger to the heart when I walked in on them,” he says with a painstaking smile.
“Well, one good thing is that at least you found out before the wedding, right?” I ask.
“Yeah, thank god,” he says. “I’m Charlie, by the way.”
“I’m Alessandra, but you can call me Sandra,” I say with a smile, holding out my hand. He shakes it with such a firm grip. His hand is big and overtakes mine and yet there’s something gentle about the way he holds it. He returns the smile.
“By the way, I like the short hair. It makes your face more prominent. You have a very beautiful face,” he says.
I blush instantly. “Thanks. You’re quite handsome yourself, you know?”
“I didn’t, but thank you,” he says with a smile.
Then the worst thing I could possibly imagine happens. Amber walks up to us. She’s got a wicked smile as she approaches. My stomach clenches and my face drains of all its blood. God, why now? Why does she want to ruin my life?
“Oh, there you are Dylan,” she blurts out, crushing my soul by using my deadname. I feel like I got punched in the nose. She then turns to Charlie. “You know he’s actually a guy pretending to be a girl, right? Pretty sick if you ask me.”
I can’t even bring my eyes up to look at him. I’m so embarrassed and humiliated. I struggle to fight the tears. I just want to crawl into a hole and die. “Well, good thing no one asked you. If you don’t mind, I would love to continue the pleasant conversation I was having with Sandra here before you interrupted.”
My eyes go wide as I look up into his confident face. Did he really mean that? I look over at Amber and she looks like she had just been slapped across the face. She’s completely lost for words. She tries to say something but stops. Then to my surprise, she turns and walks away.
“God, I hate bullies. I take it she’s your bully?” I nod as I look up at him in amazement. He’s my hero. “She seems like a very toxic person. Why on earth would you associate with someone like that?”
“She’s my brother’s girlfriend. Her name is Amber,” I say, still pleasantly shocked at what just happened.
“Well for what it’s worth, your brother needs to upgrade. I would choose you over her any day,” he says with a smile that makes my heart flutter in my chest. I’m completely lost for words. “So, how long are you here for?”
It takes me a second to realize he asked me a question. “Oh, uh… Well, I’m here with my family for spring break, so just the week.”
His face turns into a frown. “Are you still in high school?”
I shake my head profusely no. “I’m in college, but I’m taking a year off to transition.”
“Oh. Gotcha. How is that going?” he asks.
“Well, I started HRT but I can’t really afford any surgeries at the moment. I’d like to see what I look like after I’ve been on HRT for a while before I do any surgeries anyway. I know for sure that I’d definitely like to get a breast augmentation, but as far as anything else, I’m just going to take it one day at a time,” I say.
“Cool. For what it’s worth, I think you look beautiful,” he says.
Once again, my cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks.”
“So, any plans while you’re here, or are you just going to take it one day at a time?” he asks.
“Well, other than avoiding my family at all cost, Amber most of all, I didn’t really have any other plans,” I say.
“I would love to spend more time with you. I’ve been looking at some of the things you can do here and it would be nice to have someone to try them with. Have you ever swam with dolphins?” he asks. I shake my head no. “Would you like to?”
I nod emphatically yes. He smiles. “How about we do it tomorrow? Maybe we can also check out some of the old ruins as well. I’m kind of a huge history nerd. I’d also like to do some haggling at the local markets. Although, we don’t have to do it all at once. I suppose we can take it one day at a time.”
I laugh. “That sounds lovely. Let’s make it a plan.”
He laughs too. “Great.”
“What are you doing tonight?” I ask.
“Well, I just met this really cute girl with short hair at a bar and I was hoping to spend some more time with her. What about you?” he says with a smile.
“I actually just met this really drop-dead handsome guy with red-hair and I’ve always had a thing for red-heads. I wonder if he likes to dance?” I ask. “I heard the resort has a nice dance club.”
“I think he’d love to dance, but if it’s the same red-head I’m thinking of, he’s not very good at it,” I say.
“That’s fine. Neither am I. That’s what makes it fun. We can act like a bunch of idiots and we’ll have so much fun doing it,” I say.
“Well count me in. I may not be very good at dancing, but I’m certainly good at acting like an idiot,” he says smiling. I can’t help but laugh. “How about we meet back here around 8?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say.
Chapter 5
Charlie Sheppard
Wow, I can’t believe I’m so nervous to meet this girl. I can’t believe she’s trans. That really surprised me. I’ll admit at first I was a bit apprehensive, but that girl, Amber, what a piece of work. Kind of reminded me of my ex-fiance. She seemed very sincere at first but she looked like she really enjoyed tearing that poor girl down to pieces. I can’t stand behavior like that. Looking back at it, I can point out all the times Lexi was so cruel to other people and I just ignored it. God, she had me hoodwinked. I’m such an idiot.
Sandra doesn’t seem anything like Lexi. She’s kind, sweet, and seems really intelligent. I just get that book smart vibe from her. Regardless of whether she’s trans or not, I wasn’t going to let that Amber girl humiliate her like that. I’ll never stand by while a bully tries to harass an innocent person. It doesn’t matter who they are. I guess that’s one good thing that came from Lexi’s betrayal. She really made me realize what really matters.
I decide to go with a casual button-up short sleeve and khaki shorts with loafers for tonight. I hope that’s not too casual. As I finish getting ready and look at my watch to which it says 7:45 PM, I decide to make my way down to the same bar I met Sandra at.
I find her already there waiting for me. She doesn’t see me at first as she looks around, clearly nervous. She checks her phone real fast before taking another glance around. She looks absolutely beautiful in her white short-shorts and a really beautiful tank top with flowers. She’s got strap-on sandals and one of those hair clips with flowers on it attached to her short brown hair. She looks adorable. She fidgets in her chair and takes another look at her phone and I finally decide to walk up to her. She sees me and her face instantly lights up in a smile.
“You look beautiful,” I say.
“Aww, thanks. You look really handsome,” she says and I give her a smile before I take a seat next to her.
“Would you like to sit here and grab a drink before we go dance?” I ask.
“That sounds pleasant,” she says.
“Great, what’s your favorite drink so far?” I ask.
“I really love the Tropical Pick Me ups. They’re so delicious,” she says. I order us two of those. “I’ll be honest with you, I nearly convinced myself that you weren’t going to show up.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask.
“Because I’m trans. It’s not often that a guy like you would go for a girl like me,” she says. “I thought you only stood up for me because you were being nice.”
“I’ll admit that was the case at first. As I said, I hate bullies. But, I really enjoyed our conversation and I would love to spend more time with you,” I say and she blushes at my words with the biggest smile forming on her beautiful face.
“Yo, bro,” I hear Cody shout out as he walks up to us with a beautiful girl wrapped around his arm. No surprise there. His eyes go wide when he sees Sandra and a big goofy smile appears. “Aww, about time you met someone. I thought I was going to have to get you a hooker or something.”
“Seriously Cody?” I ask. I turn to Sandra. “Meet the person I choose to share my honeymoon with. My little brother Cody. Cody this is Sandra.”
“Nice to meet you,” he says with his typical smile. “This is Samantha.”
“Uh, it’s actually Sidney,” says the black-haired woman with breasts the size of watermelons.
“Oh, right. Sorry, my bad,” he says. “Well, we’re going to go dance. You two should come join us.”
“We were actually about to do that ourselves. We’ll meet you over there once we finish our drinks,” I say with a nod of my head, hoping he catches the hint to scram.
“Oh, right. Well, we’ll leave you two to your booze,” he says with another smile and a wink before he and Sidney trail off to the club.
“Sorry about that, my brother still hasn’t grown up yet,” I say.
She laughs. “That’s okay. He seems nice.”
“Yeah, you could say that. He’s got a good heart, but he’s very immature,” I say.
“I see,” she says.
We both take a sip of our drink. It tastes like I’m drinking a slushie. Really fruity and tasty. Goes down like kool-aid. “I can see why you like these things. They really go down easy.”
“Right? Gotta be careful with these things. I could drink them all day,” she says.
“Yeah, I’m sure that wouldn’t end well,” I say with a laugh.
“No. Not at all,” she says.
“So, shall we hit the dance floor?” I ask.
She nods. “We shall.”
I hold out my arm and she wraps her hands around it as we make off to the club. It’s pretty packed as they play some dance songs. I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Don’t get too embarrassed with my poor excuse for dance moves.”
She laughs. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they couldn’t be any worse than mine.”
We make our way to the dance floor. Everyone seems to be bumping and grinding on each other. Cody’s practically humping the girl he just met. Although I’m not sure if that’s the same girl. I try my best not to look like a fool. Sandra on the other hand lets loose without a care. I can’t help but smile when I look at the way she starts to pull off some of the oldest dance moves in the book. She lets the sprinkler loose. I laugh as I pull out the shopping cart. We do a total retro dance-off. She goes with the cabbage patch and I show off the roger rabbit. We have a blast, laughing the entire time. I never knew I could have so much fun on the dance floor. Whenever I danced with Lexi, she’d just end up grinding her ass in my crotch, which is hot and whatnot, but it’s nowhere near as fun as this.
Suddenly as she’s doing the funky chicken, she loses her balance and falls into my arms. We stay like that for a long moment looking into each other’s eyes. She slowly slings her arms around my shoulders and I wrap mine around her waist and we slowly start to slow dance with each other. Everything else seems to fade away as we shimmer from side to side as we take in each other. As the song ends, we separate. I take her hand in mine and lead her outside.
“Needed a breather after that one,” I say.
She laughs. “You’re telling me.”
“I’ve never had so much fun on a dance floor in all my life until just now,” I say.
“That’s honestly a first for me too. I skipped the dances in high school,” she says, catching her breath with a smile.
“High school dances are overrated. I didn’t go to any of mine either. So, do you want to dance some more or…” I say.
“Or what?” she asks, looking intrigued.
“Well, we could go for a walk. I suppose the bars are probably closing. I can’t believe we were dancing for that long,” I say.
“Yeah, time just flies when you’re having fun and I’d love to go for a walk with you,” she says.
I smile as I stroke my thumb across the back of her hand as we stroll down the sidewalk through the empty resort. It’s dark out. For the longest time, we walk in silence. I finally decided to break it. “I had a really good time tonight.”
“Me too! This has been the best day of my entire life,” she says with a smile.
“You know, it doesn’t have to end,” I say.
She looks up at me with a hopeful smile. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, seeing how the bars are all closed, did you know they supplied my room with a full fridge of booze?” I say.
“I did not know that,” she says, then she crooks an eyebrow. “Is this your attempt to get me back to your room?”
“Is it working?” I say with a smile.
She nods. “Yeah, it’s definitely working. There’s just one thing I need to know first.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“You’re not a serial killer are you?”
“Oh god no. Blood actually makes me queasy,” I say.
“Then I would love to go back to your room with you,” she says with a smile. I return the smile and lead the way.
We end up in my room and I search through the minifridge for something to drink. “Anything in particular in mind?”
“Honestly, I’m not even that thirsty. Do you have water?” she asks.
“I hope so. I could use some H20,” I say. I get us both a glass of water and sit down next to her on the bed. “Soooo….”
“You know, if you want to kiss me, I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” she says.
“Then why are we wasting time drinking water?” I ask, this gets a laugh out of her. I take her glass and put both of them on a side table. I can feel my heart thumping faster. I’m actually really nervous. I sit back down next to her and she looks up into my eyes with those lovely encapsulating brown eyes. I reach up and slide my hand up against her cheek. She leans into my touch. We inch closer together and before either of us realizes it, our lips touch. It was at that point in which we both knew, it wasn’t going to end there.
We threw caution to the wind and attacked each other with such an intense passion. We tugged at each other’s clothes in a rushed race to get naked. As I ripped off her top, she quickly tried to cover her chest. I looked into her eyes. “Now you’re going to be bashful?”
“I’m sorry. I… I just. I don’t really have much for boobs. I guess I’m a little self-conscious about my chest. Seeing how flat it is really gives me dysphoria. It makes me feel like a boy,” she says.
“No offense, but it’s very apparent to me that you are not a boy. Whether you have a double D’s or not will do nothing to change that,” I say.
Her face turns a bright red. “You really mean that?”
“Yeah, even a blind man would see you’re a girl. It only takes a 5-minute conversation to realize that. Now stop being so bashful. I think you’re beautiful just the way you are,” I say and she reluctantly drops her hands. I lean up and kiss her. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in.
I tug at her shorts as I fumble to unbuckle them. She breaks our kiss. “You’re not going to be upset that I… I have a dick, are you?”
“Are you serious? You have a dick?” I say with mock surprise. She narrows her eyes at me. I laugh. “I could give two shits about what’s in between your legs. I’m bi anyway. But even if I was straight, I still wouldn’t care.”
She smiles and I kiss her as I finally get her shorts off. She lets me tug down her panties. I see a smooth service between her clenched shut legs. I spread them open and out flops a small cock. “Does it give you dysphoria?”
“No, not as much as my flat chest. Unlike my chest, no one will know it’s there unless they cop a feel or something, but everyone notices that I don’t have boobs. You know?” she says as I slide down on the bed next to her.
“Yeah, I get that,” I say.
“And whenever I try on a dress that is made to show cleavage, I feel like a boy in a dress. I just don’t like my chest at all,” she says as she rolls on her side to face me.
“I totally get that. There are parts of my body that make me feel less of a man,” I say.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“Yeah, like no matter how hard I work out, I still can’t get rid of my love handles,” I admit.
She looks down and tugs at my shirt. “Why do you still have your clothes on? It’s not really fair, is it?”
I laugh and take the rest of my clothes off while she watches. “I like your love handles. They’ll give me something to hang on to.”
I laugh as I fall back down on the bed next to her. “Thanks.”
She smiles at me, leans in, and kisses me. I pull her body against mine and she grinds her hips up to me. My hand slides down her back and grabs a hold of her ass. It’s nice and soft. I breathe her in as our lips burn together in a heat of passion. Her hand slides down and wraps around my cock. She breaks away to look up at me with pleading eyes. “Will you be gentle with me?”
“Yeah, of course. The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” I say.
Her face flushes red. “Thanks… I only had sex with one other person and he was really rough. It hurt. Plus, you have a much bigger dick than he does.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“Yes, absolutely! Don’t get me wrong, I have stuck toys up my butt before and it felt really good. I think it was just our lack of experience,” she says.
“Do you want to be on top?” I ask.
“No, I’m a total bottom girl,” she says.
I laugh. “That’s not what I meant. I mean literally. Like cowgirl style? That way you can control the pace and whatnot.”
She smiles bashfully. “Oh, yeah, sure. That makes sense. Do you have any lube?”
“Honestly, I did not think about that,” I say.
“Hold on just a sec,” she gets up and rushes to the bathroom, and skips back with a smile. She holds up a small bottle of Vaseline. “They always have these in most hotel bathrooms.”
“Look at that, complimentary lube,” I say as I get comfortable. She laughs and straddles my waist.
She opens the bottle and squirts out a glob into her hand. She reaches back and smothers it up her butt. Then she gets another glob and lathers my cock as she guides it to her backdoor. She bites down on her lip as she sits down on it. I can see her face contort in pain.
“Take it slow,” I say as I place my hands on her thighs and slowly caress her soft skin.
“Getting… Getting it in… Is always the worst,” she huffs as my cock presses up against her tight butthole. Suddenly, her eyes go wide as it pops in and a gasp escapes her lips. “Fuck!”
“Are you okay?” I ask. She silently nods. “Just take your time. No point in hurting yourself.”
She gives me a quick smile and slowly starts to slide her ass further down my cock. Fuck, she’s so tight. Lexi never let me do anal. This is amazing. She stops to adjust. I lean up and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and slowly takes more of my dick. Little by little, more of my pipe slides inside of her. Finally, her ass meets my thighs as my cock gets lodged balls deep up her ass.
She kisses me with hungry lips as she holds me tightly. My hands run down her back and grab both of her asscheeks. She slowly moves her hips up and down as she whimpers into my mouth. I pull back to look into her eyes. She bites down on her lip as her ass starts to slowly bounce on my dick.
“Fuck that feels so good,” she moans out.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” I ask.
“Not anymore,” she says as she closes her eyes.
“Then I suppose you won’t mind if I do this,” I say as I hook my arms under her knees and flip us over so I’m on top. She holds on for dear life and laughs as she lands on her back.
“I think I prefer it,” she says with a giggle. Slowly, I start to pump in and out of the tight death grip her ass has on my dick.
“Just tell me if it hurts at all.”
“Thank you for being so kind and gentle,” she says with half-lidded eyes. I lean down and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and I slowly make love to this beautiful girl underneath me. I hold her tight and kiss my way down her neck. She moans out as she runs her fingers through my hair. She brings her lips to my ear. “You can fuck me faster. It’s really starting to feel really… Really good.”
I grant her wish and start to thrust with a little more force. Her moans become a lot louder and she grips my hair. My lips leave a trail of kisses across her skin. Our embrace molds us together as we cling to each other. I reach down and grab her hard little cock and stroke it as I thrust inside her. She cries out as my own orgasm threatens to arrive.
“Oh my god, I’m going to cum,” I moan out.
“Cum inside me,” she screams as I lodge myself all the way inside her. I feel myself erupt as she moans out, her own girlhood starts to leak its juices. After a few more thrusts, I pull out and collapse beside her. We’re both out of breath.
She then sits up at the end of the bed. “If you want, I can leave.”
“Why would I want that? Do you want to leave?”
“No, not at all,” she says, looking back at me.
“Then why would you ask that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just from the only other experience I’ve had, usually shame comes after sex,” she says.
“Well, I’m certainly not ashamed. That was by far the best experience I’ve ever had,” I say.
Her eyes go wide with surprise. “Really? Me too!”
“I would love it if you spent the night,” I say. “Now come here, let’s cuddle.”
Her face lights up in a color so bright, it would give the sun a run for its money. She flings herself back over and practically leaps in my arms. I hold onto her as tight as I can without hurting her as she rests her head on my chest. I look down at her to see tears falling from her eyes. “Are you crying? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sorry. It’s just… This is the happiest I’ve ever felt,” she says.
“Aww, that makes me happy. For a second there, I thought I did something wrong,” I say.
She leans up and kisses me. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this all has meant to me. I’ve been in a really dark place lately and I thought I was never going to see the light.”
“Well, I’m glad I could be your lantern,” I say.
She smiles as she looks up into my eyes. “Thanks for saving me from the dark.”
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