”
“Do not talk about her like that!”
“It’s true.” I heard him stomp away.
Her name was Victoria. She was having an affair with her best friend, Gabriella. I caught them making out once. She told me
“Being with a woman is the most natural for me. I love your father but he’s nothing compared to what Gabbi and I share.” I started crying.
“What’s wrong hija?” She stroked my hair. It was long then.
“Nothing. That was beautiful. I just never thought of it that way before. I figured I would change.” She hugged me; smelled of roses and cinnamon.
“Cass, things like that don’t change. I know it’s hard for you, myself as well. I didn’t think you would be like me but, I’m glad we can share this.” It was silent, for a moment. Then Gabbi returned.]
I haven’t heard from Cote in a few days. Since he left my house. I hope he’s ok and the fight is resolved. My mom is totally on my case about this. I’m gonna call him.
[“Hello? Trudoe residence.” Says a beautiful voice.
“Wow,” I half whisper.
“Is that you D?” I’m in shock.
“Yea, sorry.”
“What was that about?”
“Nothing, your voice is just really beautiful.”
“Sorry I haven’t called you. Been hiding out until my dad leaves for his campaign tour.”
“It’s ok. I just missed you; is all. Are you doing better now?” Last time I heard her voice he was almost crying.
“Yea, can I come get you?”
“Sure, I just have to put on some clothes first.”
“Why do you have to do that?” His voice is back to normal.
“Because I’m in my underwear and it’s 3 o’clock.”
“Fine. I’m on my way.”
“Bye,”
When we get there we go up to his room and watch movies. My parents call and I tell them I’m sleeping over a friend’s house.
“I can’t believe you just lied.” Cote’s lying back on his queen size bed.
“What? I’m bad sometimes.” I flop onto his mountain of pillows.
“Yea right! And I’m Miss America.” His arms are folded over his flat chest.
“Whatever.” It’s quiet for a few minutes.
“Cote, do you think of yourself as a girl?” I reach for his hand.
“Not really. I mean, I know I am but I don’t feel that way.” He scoots closer to me.
I see his chest rise and fall; tempting me to rip his shirt off.
“Does it hurt?” His lips are pouty as thoughts run through his head. I lean down and kiss them, slipping in tongue.
We kiss for what seems like a long time. I realize I’m on top of him now. I run my hands up and down his chest. I can feel the binding under his shirt. I have an urge to peel it off and expose his female breasts.]
That night I made love to Cote. Her body is beautiful. And she makes soft moans when I do something she likes. I made myself a part of her and then we slept.
[I woke up first; with my head on her chest, between the curves of her breasts. That night was... almost perfecto. I drew shapes on her arms and stomach for a while before she stirred.
“Cote, you’re tickling me...” She mumbled.
“Despierte mi amor.” I traced her abs.
“Mmm, keep talking.”
“Le deseo.”
“I love your voice.”
“Acabemos lo que comenzamos ayer por la noche, si?” She opened an eye.
“What?”
“Let’s finish what we started last night.” Both eyes open she looked at the clock. I started to palm her breast.
“It’s... r-really early, 9:30.
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