Not going to lie, I was pretty surprised with the poll results. It was a lot closer than I expected.
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It was all going well, until Amanda started to feel her cock inflating. She wasn’t hard yet, not close even, but it wouldn’t be all that long. Her hand froze, just as Zab’s hands moved to lower the straps of Amanda’s dress.
“What?” Zab asked, pulling back, eyes showing clear concern. “If this is too fast…”
“No, no… it’s not that…”
She had to tell Zab now, give her the chance to back out, to say “no thanks” before getting too involved. The longer she put it off, the more dishonest she would be with this new potential partner.
“It’s just… you see…” Amanda had explained this before, had told previous partners, to varying reactions. Most didn’t believe her until she showed them the actual transformation, those who were willing to hang around and not call her crazy. Maybe she should just skip the words this time, get right to the point, then hope for the best. “Here, give me your hand.” She took a step back and held out her own.
Zab didn’t move for a few moments, watching the outstretched hand, then looking back up to Amanda. Finally, an eyebrow rose. “Well… this could get interesting,” she said, before placing her hand into Amanda’s.
Amanda’s heart was racing with anticipation, excitement, trepidation. Her eyes never left Zab’s though, as she brought their hands toward her thigh, pressing the other woman’s palm to her own skin, just below the hem of her dress. Zab’s fingers pressed into her, and as much as Amanda wanted to just leave the hand where it was, enjoy the feelings it was causing, that wasn’t the point. Allowing only a few seconds for the brief touch, she started moving upward.
It wasn’t a long trip until Zab’s fingertips started grazing against the bulge at Amanda’s front, but that small touch wasn’t quite enough to give away the secret. Not until Amanda pressed Zab’s whole hand against herself did Zab seem to fully comprehend what it was she was touching.
Zab’s hand pulled back sharply. She took a step backward, eyes suddenly on Amanda’s skirt. “I… uh…” she stammered. “That… wasn’t what I was expecting…”.
Amanda apologized immediately. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I wanted to tell you before we got too into anything, in case you didn’t want to.”
“And that’s how you decide to tell me?” Zab asked with accusation. “Rather than just telling me, you thought it would be better to just take my hand and get me to grope you.”
“It’s not like that,” Amanda said defensively. “I thought that’s where we were going, to touching and… whatever else. I just wanted you to know…”
“Yeah,” Zab interrupted. “Now I know. You could have played that a lot better.”
Amanda nodded slowly. “I should probably leave,” she said with resignation. Zab didn’t respond, and so Amanda stepped past her, out the door, back the way they had come, cursing at herself the entire way. There went her chance at getting off this evening, at least with anyone else. God, what was she thinking, just putting Zab’s hand there without warning? Stupid… stupid.
Back out in the main room, engulfed in the noise and the energy of so many people, Amanda could only wonder what to do next. Was it too late in the evening to try again? Was that even a good idea, or should she just head home, lick her wounds, jerk herself off, then make another attempt the next day?
There was one possibility, maybe. She hadn’t told Tom “no”, just wasn’t there waiting when he came back, if he was even back yet. Maybe that was still a possibility. It was worth a shot, even though the chances of him accepting her anatomy was much lower than it was with Zab, and she really needed sex with her cock tonight. Anything else would fall short of the goal.
Amanda spent a few minutes searching the crowd, trying to find Tom, wondering if he was even still here. Or maybe he did come back to their table, saw that she wasn’t there, and left, giving up for the night. It would serve her right, honestly.
Sparks was equipped with two bars, one on either side of the central dance floor. Amanda made her way to the one opposite from Zab’s, plopping onto a bar stool. The bartender took a minute before he came to ask for her order.
“Whiskey sour,” said someone else from behind her. Amanda didn’t have to turn to recognize Zab’s voice. She didn’t turn, though, didn’t even acknowledge the other woman. “It’s on me.”
“No… no that’s fine,” Amanda protested, but Zab wasn’t hearing it.
“Seriously,” she said, to the bartender himself rather than Amanda. After he left to make the drink, Zab stepped closer behind Amanda. “That stool taken?” she asked. Amanda only motioned toward it in a “help yourself” gesture. “Cool,” Zab said, swinging a leg over the bar stool before sitting, facing Amanda. “Can we talk?” she asked after a minute.
“No. Look, I’m sorry. Don’t drag this on…”
“I don’t care that you have a dick,” Zab broke in. “Fuck, it’s not like yours is the first one I’ve touched or anything. It’s been a while, yeah, but I’ve been around my fair share.” Amanda said nothing, didn’t move or respond in any way. Zab took a minute to find more words. “You just… surprised the fuck out of me. Nobody meets a hottie like you and expects to find a cock between your legs. Still, I shouldn’t have reacted like that, and I’m sorry.” Amanda took a breath, let it out. “It… felt like a nice cock…” Zab offered. Amanda shook her head slowly.
“I hate it,” Amanda said rather under her breath, so that Zab almost didn’t hear.
“I get that,” Zab said with an understanding nod. “Body dysmorphia. You don’t feel like the body you were born with is the right…”
“I’m not trans!” Amanda shot back, for the first time looking up at the woman next to her. “I wasn’t born like this.” Zab didn’t respond. “It’s… a long story that I don’t want to get into. Look, we shared a nice kiss and that’s it. It’s fine.”
Zab’s face dropped into the most comical frown Amanda had ever seen. “Oh… That’s a shame because…” The bartender chose that moment to come back with Amanda’s drink, setting the glass down somewhere between the two women.
“Because?” Amanda prompted once they were alone again.
“Because I still think you’re hot,” Zab admitted. “And… I don’t hate that you have a cock. I actually don’t hate cocks at all, jus the dicks that are attached to them.”
Amanda lowered a confused brow, before getting it. “Men, right.”
“Right,” Zab agreed. “But you’re not a man. You’re a girl… with a dick… which is… OK I’m going to admit something. I was interested earlier, but now I’m also curious. You’re… kind of a unicorn, especially now that you’ve said you weren’t born like this.”
“So I’m a curiosity now? A side show?” Amanda was still defensive, still hurt from the rejection.
“I never said that,” Zab replied. “You know I didn’t say that. You can be curious about a person while still accepting them as a person.”
“And just how curious are you really? You don’t even know my name.”
“You’re right, I don’t. Would you tell me?”
Amanda considered that for a moment. Did she really want to go down that path of opening up to Zab, or should she make up a name, or even just not give one? Her name was such a little thing, often given casually, but never under circumstances where the other person already knew something so intimate about her.
Should Amanda:
Tell Zab her name. It’s just a name, hardly worth the consideration. Telling Zab wouldn’t hurt anything.
Tell Zab that she’s just looking for a good time tonight, and that names were the first step to complicating things.
Wait to see how the evening progresses, see just how genuine Zab is. If it goes well, then tell her.
Get up and leave. Things with Zab have already been screwed up enough, and it’s time to move on.
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