Phoebe Alexandria Stone
When I was 14, I met Adam. We weren't friends perse, bit we talked from time to time. Later on we went to high school and found we had some similar interests. We began to hit it off and in my Junior year we were damn near inseparable. We were about as best friends as we could be. We hung out, went on wacky adventures and had all sorts of fun. For 17 years, me and my hetero-lifemate did damn bear everything together.
In between, Adam made his way across the country, a wanderer to the core, and ended up in Texas, California, even Hawaii. He would disappear for a year or 2 at a time and when he came back, we just picked up where we left off. On one of his excursions to Montana, he got married to a beautiful girl, Carrie. They didn't do the traditional wedding, they did a pagan hand-binding, joining their souls together forever.
About 8 months ago I lost Adam.
It was the day that Phoebe came into my life. Adam was born with gender dysphoria. He had a male body and a brain that is physically female. He spent everyday looking at a stranger in the mirror, afraid to tell anyone because he was afraid of what they would think of him. And one day after doing a lot of soul searching and research, Adam realized he wasn't who everybody thought he was. Adam started to take hormone treatments and became so incredibly happy and carefree.
This is when I met Phoebe. In losing a brother, I gained a sister. A beautiful sister.
It hurt me that she would wait so long to tell me about this. She was worried that because I'm a man, I would be put off by this and no longer want to be friends. It was the single most insulting thing that has been said to me by Adam or Phoebe. She thought that I would take all our history, everything we had done together, from the Marathon to our many adventures to our nights of shenanigans, and throw it away because she was different. All I could say was, "Don't get too hot, cuz this could get awkward.
I hate being right.
I was never attracted to Adam, but I am incredibly attracted to Phoebe. I don't quite understand where these feelings came from. It took me by surprise to say the least. A few days ago I found myself masturbating to the thought of giving Phoebe a blowjob. I've never fantasized about a trans person before but I came so hard at the thought of pleasuring Phoebe.
My life has certainly gotten interesting in the last few months. Where shall it continue on to? What do I tell my wife?
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