Ordering a couple of taxi’s, as I didn’t want any of us to drive, we arrived at the bar together, managing to snag a large booth that could seat all of us. I noticed I was sat between Cindy and Alexa. The former made sense, but I had the feeling that out of her friends, Alexa liked me the most, but I was sure Emma really liked me as well… I tried not to think too much about it.
The girls ordered cocktails while I stuck to a spirit and mixer, sipping at it while we perused the menu. We were all starving so ordered our own meals plus a couple of platters for sharing that we could also nibble at. Without sex on the menu, the conversation flowed easily and I learned a lot about them.
Emma I knew more about than any of them, though learned she was the same age as Cindy at twenty-five, their birthday’s only a couple of months apart. They’d made friends online while both were at high school. Melanie was a year older at twenty-six, having become friends during a night out. Georgie was the youngest at twenty-four, a friend of Emma’s as she was originally a customer. Cass was the oldest at thirty, having taken the younger girls under her wing as she used to work at various bars around the city.
Then Alexa, and some of her comments started to make sense. She was twenty-eight, three years older than Cindy, but they had gone to the same school. “I remember the very first day Cindy showed up at school. It was obvious she was trans. Yes, she was feminine but… You just knew. I knew how hard life was for her in those early years. Boys just don’t understand. Some girls were just mean. But she made some good friends among many young girls that saw Cindy for who she is at heart. But she also gave me the confidence to face my own thoughts and feelings, those I’d been feeling for years myself.”
She sighed, her face falling, and I knew there wasn’t going to be much happiness to what she had to share. Cindy took one of her hands, I grasped the other. “You said you were lonely, Alexa? I look around and see people that love and adore you,” I said.
I received a kiss on my cheek. “No wonder she loves you,” she whispered, before taking a sip of her drink, “I grew up in what you could call a conservative household. Add to that religion and I’m sure you can imagine. I’m fairly sure my parents thought I was a homosexual rather than trans. Cindy gave me the confidence to sit down with my parents and explain what I felt. Before I knew it, I was being sat in front of a priest or whatever they’re called, then hauled away to conversion therapy. It’s… It’s so fucking awful. So many young people who are quite clearly gay, but confused and in need of guidance. Most importantly, they need acceptance. Considering I was trans…” She trailed off and shuddered.
“Read about those places,” Cindy whispered, “I’m always thankful my mother had my corner.”
“I returned from therapy unchanged. In fact, it simply confirmed how I felt. I was a woman at heart and in my head. Nothing was going to change how I felt at my core. My parents freaked out. I was sixteen and they said I either follow their word, continue with the conversion therapy, act like a boy, or I simply leave. It didn’t help they’d torn my room apart, found all my clothes, make-up, other things about being a young woman. I could have called CPS on them but… The problem was, I had no safety net. Grandparents were even worse. Aunts and uncles. They’re all indoctrinated. So I packed a bag one night and left. Didn’t even say goodbye. Stayed with a friend I’d made on the internet. She was trans, a bit older than I was, but she was struggling too. Managed to finish my studies but it was awful. To make ends meet, I had to… I had to do certain things. It’s when I learned that men might like us, but nearly all of them like us as simply a fetish, as a plaything to use. But as a girlfriend, a companion, someone to show off on their arm, or take home to meet their parents?” She paused before whispering, “Or as a wife…” Cleaning her throat, she laughed bitterly before adding, “Can count on one hand how many men I’ve met who made me feel worthy or even feel like a woman.”
I could have asked what she meant, but I had half a brain, at least. I knew exactly what she meant. “There is a good ending to this, Mark,” Cindy picked up, “She remembered me from high school and thought I might be able to help her somehow. She turned up on our doorstep, maybe three months after Mum kicked my father out. Fortuitous timing in the end. I remembered Alexa as she’d started dressing like me at school. It was obvious she was struggling, desperate for someone to help her. Mum took one look at her and, boom, we had another sister of sorts. We helped Alexa get on her feet, and that’s why we’re so close.”
“When did you last see your family?”
Alexa smiled. “Cindy told me about the cam shows she used to do. Since it was such good money, I did the same thing. I turned up on my parents’ doorstep two years ago. New hair. New face. Big set of tits. Fantastic arse and legs.”
“Too fucking right about all that,” I said to the chuckles of everyone around the table.
Another soft kiss on my cheek. “They barely recognised me. Introduced myself as Alexa, then added they might have known me as my ‘dead name’. I hadn’t said that name in years by then. Think my father almost dropped dead from a heart attack. Mum didn’t know what to think.”
“I take it didn’t go well though?”
Alexa needed to wipe her cheeks and I made sure she cuddled into me. “I was disowned all over again, but it was even worse. I was dead to them. My father spat those words at me. I was an abomination in their eyes. My own mother… She’s against abortion but, in that moment, said that wished she’d had one.”
Turning her body towards me, I cuddled her tightly as she broke completely. I felt guilty for having had her share what was obviously still a raw wound. I almost asked for their address so I could drive over and sort them out. Cindy cuddled her from behind. I had no doubt the others knew the whole story, but hearing about it must have been tough as there wasn’t a pair of dry eyes around the table. Caressing the back of her head, I whispered, “Alexa, you are a beautiful young woman. And I reckon there are millions of people who would agree with what I just said. At this table? Well, as has already been said, loved and adored. We’re your family.”
“So much for unconditional love,” she murmured, snuggling again me, “I’m glad we all met you, Mark. You’ve cuddled me a few times now, and I always feel better.”
“Nothing better than snuggles with Mark,” Cindy said happily.
Alexa took a deep breath. “It’s a tough story to tell, but each time, I feel a little better each time. I feel the burden lift off me. I’m a good person. They’re idiots. I won’t call them bad or evil. They’re just influenced by others. A lost cause now. I know where they live. I could try again, but I just won’t bother. They won’t change their mind.”
“And you have my family,” Cindy said.
“And mine,” I added, “When we have the meeting of the families, you’re invited, Alexa.”
“Mum and Steph would love that, Mark.”
“In fact, if you all want to join us, you’re welcome to come along. It’ll probably flummox my parents and siblings for a little while, but it’ll be good fun.”
If I wasn’t popular before that, I was flavour of the century afterwards. Alexa ate her meal then snuggled into me. The four other girl met my eyes and smiled. I really liked Alexa, she was lovely, but I wondered what would happen if she felt deeper feelings for me in the end. Cindy didn’t seem worried at all. In fact, she seemed to be encouraging it, which confused me further.
Returning to our apartment, the girls were in a good mood, Cindy practically organising me with her friends. She said I wouldn’t be fucking them in our bedroom, but that the spare room had clean sheets. Did make me feel weird that was where my daughter slept every second weekend, Cindy assuring me the room would be cleaned thoroughly once we were done.
So that’s where I ended up with Melanie. She was very eager to make love with me, and watching her nubile body bouncing up and down on my cock would be something that would live log in the memory. After she came all over me, she leaned forward and had me fuck her nice and hard until I enjoyed an orgasm of my own. She was an excellent kisser, and after we’d cleaned up, we cuddled for a little while as she told me about her life. When I asked about her parents, she laughed.
“Oh, I’m Thai, Mark. Being a ladyboy, a description I don’t mind, or katoey, as we’re known back home, isn’t a problem. My parents have always loved and accepted me. My two sisters loved having another sister to play dress up with.”
“You knew when you were younger?”
“We all know when we’re younger, Mark. But society is far more tolerant than it used to be. Not saying things are perfect now, but back home, things are not as easy as they could be, but it’s easier than many other places around the globe. Whatever the case, my family love me for who I am.”
To my slight surprise, Georgie practically leapt on me an hour or so after Melanie and I left the bedroom. Remembering what Georgie told me, I was wondering what she might want me. When I asked if she wanted spanking or tying up, she broke out in giggles. “Maybe another time,” she said softly, “I do like it a bit wild at times, Mark, but for our first time, I’d like it nice and slow.”
She wanted it nice and slower, but with her head down, arse in the air. It might have started nice and slow, but it sure didn’t end that way, both of us making enough noise to draw an audience as I slammed my cock into her. She came all over the bed, chuckling to myself as that meant we’d definitely have to change the sheets, before I finally came inside her a little later. The audience disappeared, leaving Georgie and I to talk.
“After Alexa’s story, and knowing all about Cindy and what happened with her father, I’ve figured out what you’ll be curious about.”
I sighed as she cuddled into me. “At least Cindy still has her mother and sister. Alexa’s story was just sad. So sad. Life is difficult as it is. Then someone going through the identity issues you’ve all gone through. That’s when you need that support from those who are supposed to love you unconditionally.”
There was silence before she whispered, “God, no wonder she loves you, Mark.”
“I don’t really have a clue what you all think, feel and go through to this point, but my two best mates are homosexual, and they were out of the closet at a time when they were called poofs and faggots without anyone giving a shit. I’ve seen how difficult life could be for them at times. Thankfully, they had people who accepted them. It’s the same for all of you.”
“Can I be honest? I’m a success story. I have three older brothers. When I admitted to my parents that I was trans, my dad actually cried. He now had a little girl, that’s how he looked at it. He actually took me out to buy me my first dress. When I bought a gown for my end of school prom, I’d never seen him look so proud.” She disappeared for a moment, returning with her phone. She flicked through photo after photo of her family, but there was no missing how many were of her and her father. And the man just looked proud. “He’s my biggest supporter. Daddy’s little girl, he always calls me.”