Part 3 — Confronting Danny
My relationship with Kate gets stronger, but I have to confront Danny and tell him about Lucia and things go further than I thought.
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Since I was intending to spend all my time en-femme, there was one tricky situation that I had to deal with, and that was Danny. My concern was that he would surely work out that the Lucia that had kissed him was me. I broached the subject with Kate as she was very level-headed and she said I should message him. When I messaged him saying I was staying put between terms, he replied that he was already back at his parents. The problem was at least postponed.
Those four weeks were amazing. For the first three, Kate and I did some clothes shopping, long walks and explored Bristol’s galleries and museums. We even borrowed some bicycles and cycled to Bath on a really nice day. We continued to experiment with our own sexualities and I began to feel very comfortable with myself. Kate was also realising that her sexual orientation was certainly directed towards women. She was strong and independent and loved softness and gentleness. As a couple, we worked together really well.
It was Kate who first mentioned that we were being rather selfish not going home and I smiled because it was something I had also been thinking. We talked about it and decided that we would go as a couple. I realised this meant being a boy again, but I had no trouble with that now. I knew I could be a girl whenever I wanted and no one was taking that away, so it did not matter any more.
My aunt was very welcoming although Clara was a little sulky. Kate went shopping with her while I stayed home and helped my Aunt make a roast dinner and they came back as best friends. As expected it was not as positive at Kate’s parents. It was clear that they did not like me from the outset. I’m not religious and never have been, and of course, there was the fact that I was not a typical man, more so after three weeks of non-stop 24/7 living. These aspects seemed to be a complete deal-breaker for them. After two days of awkward and forced pleasantries Kate and I agreed that I should go back early and she would spend the next three days seeing if she could win them over. She told me quite bluntly that the only losers would be them.
I could not recall a sadder moment in my life, than waving goodbye to Kate. I had been too young to really process the death of my parents properly and it was a very different sort of grief. That had been more shock tainted with a long period of denial. This was just pure sadness at the thought of not being with her even for a couple of days. She had filled my life completely and, as the train pulled away, I had to fight back the tears as the world seemed to empty. She was not as successful as me and sobbed, and that made it even worse!
I called Kate as soon as I arrived and she must have been clutching her phone as she answered immediately. My journey had been uneventful, and her day rather fruitless, so there was not much new to share. As soon as I got off the phone I showered, shaved, rubbed that lovely-smelling lotion all over me, and put on my fluffy dressing gown. I had a look at online clothes stores and before I knew it my basket was full of things I liked and would have to review, but it was time for bed. I called Kate and she was in bed too. We masturbated together which was nice, but really not the same as sharing each others warmth.
The next day I got up and called Kate while I was eating breakfast. It was a nice day so I was going to go down to the docks for a walk later, but I was also going to work on a letter to the university explaining that I was transgender, or at least establishing if I was, and see what they said. Kate was meeting some of her friends in the evening and was continuing to tell her parents all sorts of nice things about me. She felt they were softening.
The forecast said it was quite warm so I decided to go out while the sun was still bright. I wore some tan tights, my ankle boots, a gold-coloured paisley mid-length skirt and a black top. I almost always wore a black top. I slipped on my green parka with its big furry hood and grabbed my handbag. It reminded me of Kate and I hugged it a bit. As I approached the lift I could hear music coming from Danny’s apartment. I went and listened. Not only was there music, but he was also singing along to it. I sighed and hastily dived into the lift.
I called Kate as soon as I was outside. She laughed. “That guy Danny is like your nemesis! There is only one thing for it, you’re just going to have to tell him. He’s gonna work it out sooner or later so just get it over with.” I could totally see her point, but I was so concerned about his reaction once he also worked out I was the Lucia that kissed him. Kate recalled my joke and told me to ‘man-up’, and that made me laugh out loud and attract some smiles from a passing couple. I realised I just had to face up to it. Que sera sera!
I dalaman escort enjoyed my walk. I popped into some boutiques and even bought Kate a scarf that I knew she would like. But I was also rehearsing the whole situation with Danny and in the end, I decided what I needed to do.
I grabbed some essential food and provisions from the supermarket including a bottle of wine, some salad and pasta and headed back. It was approaching one when I entered the apartment block and confidently strode to the lift expecting to bump into Danny, but there was no sign of him and when I got out of the lift on my floor I was greeted with silence.
I just had to wait so I ate the salad and began working on my letter which I also struggled with, rewriting the sentences over and over again until they conveyed, as best they could, the situation I was in and what I wanted them to agree to. At last, I read it back and it seemed to express everything perfectly and made clear what I was looking for. I emailed it to Kate and she rang me with a couple of suggestions, but said it was really good.”
I opened the wine as a reward and poured myself a glass. I had just finished it when I heard the lift ping and a door shut. It was time for the plan. I showered, cleaned myself thoroughly and covered myself in lotion. I put on my matching blue lace bra and panties, my hold-up stockings and pulled Lucia’s blue bodycon dress on. I got my make-up just right, put on Lucia’s wig and donned the black heels. I checked myself in the mirror. I was Lucia! I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a short note on it.
I knocked on Danny’s door twice, the second time quite loudly, and was about to return to my apartment when the door opened.
“Oh my God, Lucia!”
I smiled a weak guilty smile, and gave him the piece of paper. I watched his face as he read it. His furrowed brow and puzzled expression said it all as the words sunk in. The note was short and direct.
“Hi, Danny. I’m not Lucia, I’m Luke, your neighbour. It’s a long story and I hope you’re not mad at me! You can invite me in now and I’ll explain everything or you can quietly close the door and I’ll go away.”
I was waiting for the door to close, or for him to shout obscenities at me. It felt like an eternity as he kept staring at the piece of paper. I started to tremble, afraid that this was all a dreadful error of judgement, and then he looked up at me. I watched his eyes as they roamed up and down my body, taking me in. Then he looked at my hair, and my lips, and then his eyes met mine. They were not angry eyes, they were eyes that revealed contemplation and confusion.
“You’d better come in Luke.” He said, quite calmly. He stepped back from the door and I entered. I was still shaking.
“I…” I blurted out, but Luke put his hand up and said “Shhh!” really loudly. “You can tell me everything in a moment, but I want to say that you are very beautiful. I also want to know what to call you. What is your name?”
“Lucy,” I said, looking at my feet, mortified. I had not realised how awkward I would feel.
“Sit down Lucy. It’s all OK with me, honestly. I’m a bit shocked, of course, but not in a bad way. What do you want to drink? I’ve got some white wine open?”
I sat on the sofa and looked up at him. He was smiling. It was a different smile now. A friendly and caring smile.
“Yes, that would be lovely!” I smiled back and realised I had stopped shaking.
He returned in a moment with a bowl of olives and some pastry snacks as well as the wine and placed them on the small table in front of the sofa. He apologised for the state of the room which looked a little like an explosion in a laundry and made a frantic effort to clear up the worse bits so that it looked more presentable.
“So Lucy here’s to you.” He said, sitting next to me and raising his glass. I picked up mine and the chink as they bumped against each other was my signal to begin. I’m not sure why, but I felt like I was on the psychiatrist’s couch unloading. In part, this was because Danny made no attempt to interrupt me, or even fill any of my modest pauses that cried out for a comment.
“And so now here I am,” I concluded. “I can’t think of anything to add.” Danny smiled at me and I was afraid we were in for a prolonged silence as I had nothing left to say. Then he asked me if the university knew, then if my parents knew(that was easy). Then he just said, “well I would have never guessed, you are incredibly natural and very beautiful.” He paused. “You do look a lot like how I remember Lucia. You know I never saw Luca and Lucia together, not once. I think that Luca had the same feelings as you, that he was Lucia?”
I looked at him in surprise and then let my eyes wander round the room as I thought about what he had said. It seemed so obvious now, but it was not something I had considered. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. All the clothes being the darıca escort same size, even the shoes. The wig. The rather theatrical make-up. Luca had left his spirit in the apartment and it had somehow inspired me. It sort of added up. But there was one thing that did not.
“But you still wanted to go out with her?” I asked.
He laughed gently and gave me a quite serious stare. His eyes were quite intense and it seemed they were peering into my very soul.
“She was very beautiful. You are very beautiful. What else matters?”
There was nothing I could say. There were plenty of things I could have said, but none seemed appropriate. I could have asked him if he preferred transgender girls, or if he was bisexual, or if he was just crazy. The fact was, he was right. If you felt that strongly about someone, what else mattered? Then it hit me all at once. Like the hot rush from opening an oven door too quickly. I suddenly felt extremely hot and blushed.
He read my reaction and moved a little closer. I felt his hand slowly clasp my leg and my breathing became irregular as I fought two different feelings. I was Kate’s, but I was mesmerised by this man and the thought of how he felt about me.
“I’ve been living off that brief kiss you gave me,” he whispered, placing the warm palm of his hand against my cheek and under my chin, raising my head slightly so our faces were aligned, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath on my lips as he said. “I dream about this beautiful face of yours every night. Your beautiful eyes, your pretty little nose and these delicious lips of yours”
What magic was this? What spell was he casting? I felt drawn to him. I seemed unable to resist. A spark shot through me as our lips met. It was the holy trinity: seduction, forbidden love and passion. I knew I was being seduced and I knew I should say no, but I was extremely aroused and unable to prevent my arms from wrapping around his neck and playing with his hair as he delivered what I desired. I wanted to be kissed and kissed passionately. I wanted him to want me!
I felt myself melting into the moment. His kiss was forceful, his stubble rough. It was a manly kiss. I had what I wanted. He wanted me, and he wanted me badly. I felt his strong arms slowly sliding me down so that I was now lying on his sofa as he took control and helped me into a more comfortable position. I was burning up from the inside and could feel my panties dampening in anticipation.
Now he was on top of me. I had one foot on the floor and he was lying between my legs, propped up on his elbow, kissing me while his hard cock rubbed against mine which had formed a conspicuous bulge in my tight dress. Through my excitement, I realised this was wrong. I realised it could be so damaging to my relationship with Kate, and I did not want to risk that. I pushed myself up, making it clear I needed some space, and he obediently stood up. I stood up too and brushed myself down.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” He said.
“Don’t apologise. I led you on! I want it too, but I can’t! I’m sorry!”
“I understand! I should have more self-control.”
“So should I,” I echoed while obviously staring at the bulge in his trousers. I could not keep my eyes off it.
He reached down and adjusted himself, somewhat self-consciously.
“Do you want to eat.” He said unexpectedly. “I’ve got a chicken casserole in the oven and there’s plenty for two.”
“That would be nice.” I replied, amazed at how the atmosphere had changed from one charged with lust to something more sedate and friendly. I felt very comfortable and excused myself to his bathroom to fix my face.
It was a lovely meal which went really well with his wine and I’m pretty sure he opened another bottle, but I wasn’t counting. I talked about Kate, we talked about my course, the tutors, and speculated on how some of the others might react to my big reveal whenever it came. We talked about Luca and I was a little fascinated to find out more about him, now I was sure that I was following in his high-heeled footsteps. The thing was, he was very normal. Just like me!
I had lost all sense of time and was only reminded of how late it was when my phone rang. It was Kate. I told Danny and he went to the kitchen to clear up while I chatted. Trust me, there was a lot of cleaning up to do, and not just from this evening! Kate was in a really good mood and asked me how I had got on. I explained that I had told Danny that he was OK with it, and I was still in his apartment as he had cooked me dinner. Kate was pleased for me and had had a good time out with her friends and opened up to them about being unsure of her sexuality. They had all been really understanding and supportive, and one of her friends confessed to having had a same-sex relationship for a while. She was quite tired and as I would see her tomorrow evening it was a short call. Before she hung up she laughed datça escort and told me not to forget to thank Danny properly for being so nice, leaving me no time to ask her what she meant by that!
I went into the kitchen. Danny had made significant inroads into the mess, but I would have needed to be talking for hours for there to have been any real improvement. I had never been messy and I laughed.
“What’s so funny,” he said, turning to face me.
“This mess! I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I replied, “or how one person can make so much mess!” Then I added. “Thanks for dinner. My aunt loves making that dish, she says it’s French and calls it coque au vin though, cock with wine.” I giggled loudly, holding up my half-full glass.
Danny looked embarrassed and ushered me out of the kitchen. The living room almost looked tidy in comparison. We sat on the sofa and finished the wine, but the interruption had somewhat curtailed our discussion so I said I should probably go. I could see Danny was a bit upset, but he was being the perfect gentleman and stood up. I walked over to him and, just like before, I rested my arms on his shoulders and kissed him.
“Thank you, Danny!” I said, “that was a lovely meal, and the wine was really nice too!” The wine had certainly been nice and I was quite tipsy. He hugged me, and we kissed again. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and pressed myself against him more tightly. I thought of the wine, I thought of thanking him, I thought of dinner, and I thought of that cock, so hard because of me.
Somehow I needed to feel how hard it was. I reached down and felt it through his trousers causing him to sigh and shake just a little. I unzipped his fly, and undid the fastener, sliding my hands down either side, hooking my thumbs over the waist of both his trousers and his underpants and slowly pulling them down as I began to crouch. My face reached level with his cock, jutting out, hard as steel, but feeling warm and soft as silk in my hand. I looked up at him, his eyes on fire with lust as my tongue reached out and, with a long lick, stole a pearly drop of pre-cum from the tip.
He shook slightly and his eyes narrowed as I placed my mouth around the head of his throbbing manhood. I smiled with my eyes and then began to caress him with my lips and tongue. I squeezed the base with one hand, and cupped his balls with my other, as my lips began to roam up and down his length. I used my tongue to tease him, but from his groans, I could tell he liked it most when I took him in as far as my throat.
I loved the feeling of him in my mouth. I had loved sucking Kate’s dildo, but knowing that it was plastic made it much less fun. With Danny in my mouth, I could really please him, maybe even make him cum.
I speeded up my bobbing slightly and let my tongue roam over his sensitive underside, then I would slide him in until I could take no more. I could feel his reaction. I wanted his cum. I wanted him to pump his sperm into my mouth. I wanted to make him happy, but that very act would make me so happy too, I would have done it!
I squeezed his balls slightly as I held him deep within me, pressing at my throat. I could not breathe and quickly jerked my head backwards and forwards. I heard him groan and utter some words which I assumed were just a warning. I pulled myself back slightly and tasted his gift as it pulsed into my mouth. His cock was red hot and jerking uncontrollably. I let him finish before I smiled up at him, wiping my tongue around my lips.
I stood up and kissed him. Then before he could say anything, or even follow me without falling over his trousers that were still wrapped around his ankles, I opened the door and left. I was so turned on that as soon as I got in I pulled up my dress, pulled down my panties, and came almost immediately, a huge palm full of cum that betrayed just how aroused I had been. I was worried it would spill on the floor, so I lapped it up.
I thought of Kate and wondered if I had perhaps thanked Danny a little too enthusiastically. Maybe I had. I felt I would have to tell Kate as I did not want to lie to her, and that worried me a lot as I was sure she would not be impressed, to say the least. I would just have to blame the wine and hope she would forgive me. There was another thing that really bothered me though, and that was just how much I had loved sucking his cock.
My head felt like it was clamped between the jaws of a vice the next morning so I took some paracetamol and got up late, struggling to eat anything. Kate texted me to say she was on the train and could I meet her at the station as she had a really heavy bag. I replied OK and put a reminder on my phone. I did wonder if I should turn up in guy mode to carry a heavy bag, but that wasn’t going to happen.
I was still nursing my hangover when there was a knock on the door. Being sober, and in pain, I rolled my eyes realising that it had to be Danny. I had so wanted to be wanted last night, but this morning I totally did not need a needy guy. I shouted, “can you give me ten minutes,” and I quickly made myself up and put on my wig. Fifteen minutes later there was another knock and on opening the door I was confronted by a mass of flowers.