AMBIRAMUS COLLECTION (EROTICA) – CINDY
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Man meets woman. Woman has secret. Man doesn’t care.
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A/N – Hello! So I’m sure many have seen the title of this and might be left wondering ‘What’s going on with Ambiramus?’
This author can admit when he’s got that one a little bit wrong. I should have kept it as a simple romance between a man and a transwoman and left it at that, but I went adding more partners, and my imagination then went into complete overdrive, and well, even I’m not particularly happy where it is right now. Frankly, it’s far too long as it is. I actually have ten further chapters written, but they go all over the place, and it loses its romantic impact, though it does end on far more romantic note than might be expected considering the state of the story now.
What’s the point of these stories then? This one, being about Cindy, is simply a re-imagining of the first couple of chapters from ‘Ambiramus’ but this time from a third person perspective, focusing mainly on Cindy and her life, and it will be different to the original story while giving it the resolution it should have had in the other story already.
The next few stories under ‘Ambiramus Collection’ will be a mix of romantic or romantic-lite content, while also focusing on one of the other characters from ‘Ambiramus’ in a romance with Mark. The chapters will not relate to each other at all, each being in their own individual world, though characters may appear in more than one story.
As this is a one chapter story of what ‘Ambiramus’ perhaps should have been originally, it is going to be rather long!
So, if all that sounds good, I hope you enjoy the next few stories under the title ‘Ambiramus Collections’. Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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The slap of more files onto her desk almost made her jump before she turned and glared at her colleague. She almost shuddered as he looked her up and down for a moment, feeling like a piece of meat, before his lips turned into a sneer. She knew the look well. Someone who knew the truth about her and didn’t like her for it. Didn’t know her from Jane, but that didn’t matter to someone like him.
“Boss wants these sorted out by the end of the day, Cindy,” he stated.
She was ready to ask who the hell made him her boss, but life was hard enough as it could be without making enemies at her workplace. Plus, her boss likely did pass him the files for her to sort out, it’s just the messenger was an arsehole.
“Of course, Danny. I’ll get those sorted out for Graham immediately,” she replied as nicely as possible.
Cindy enjoyed the fact his face fell slightly as she responded with a smile on her face. It was a fake smile, but Cindy had practiced to plaster a fake smile on her face half her life. Only those she loved in her family, and her best friends, ever saw a real ‘Cindy smile’.
Danny walked away, no doubt muttering something offensive about her under his breath. She had no idea how he’d found out the truth about her and was thankful that it seemed he hadn’t spread it as gossip. It wasn’t something she stood up on her desk and shouted about. Even the HR department didn’t know the real truth about her. According to them, she was a woman, and that was the only thing that actually mattered.
She finished the files in double-quick time. It was the sort of work she found beneath her. Three years at university and then two years of experience before joining her current company should have resulted in at least one movement up the rung. But like so many of her colleagues, she was stuck at the same level. That hadn’t stopped her fishing for a plum new role elsewhere. The only problem with that is that other companies want references, and if they contacted her company, it would be known she was looking at a possible exit.
Might work in her favour, in that she’ll get a pay rise or a new position, or the company might do what is popular and try and force her out.
Finishing work for the day at 5pm like usual, she joined some of her colleagues in the elevator heading down to the ground floor. Getting on the train at Wynyard, it was a packed train that took her back west to Parramatta, before a bus ride towards her apartment block to the north-east of the second CBD of the city.
Entering an empty apartment sometimes felt wonderful in the fact she could dump her things then immediately strip off her work clothes, get into something more comfortable, then decide if she wanted to cook something for dinner or just throw a quick meal into the microwave or oven. But as she sat back, chewing on her oven ready meal while watching the evening news and whatever trash television took her fancy.
If she thought about it for too long, she realised it was a rather solitary experience most of the time. But while she had a loving family and a circle of close friends, she still spent the majority of nights during the week alone at home. Her last relationship had ended around six months earlier and she was nowhere near ready to even considering a new one.
Cindy had thought he might have been the one. He’d been incredibly sweet when they started talking in a pub one evening. As always, she took things slowly as he obviously had no idea about the secret she carried. He took her on a date at least four times a week, spending each Friday and Saturday together, sometimes only as a pair, sometimes with her circle of friends. It took a month before she even kissed him. Two months before she told him the truth, remembering how he’d assured her it was absolutely fine, that he was attracted to her, not what rested between her legs. Three months before they had sex.
She never saw him again after they had sex. He messaged her, stating he wasn’t interested in her. But she knew the truth. He’d fucked a transwoman, ticking off something on a personal bucket list, then didn’t care that he’d left her broken hearted. All her friends knew about what happened and threatened to go find him and sort him out. Though she appreciated it, Cindy simply took it as a lesson learned. A very small part of her admired him for actually putting in all that time and effort to get her into bed.
But she had spent the past six months avoiding dating.
Her phone started to ring, immediately smiling as she knew it was her father. “Evening, Daddy.”
“Hello, pumpkin. How are you?”
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Fun day at work then a lonely night at home.”
“Hello, sweetie!” her mother yelled in the background.
“Your mother says hello, pumpkin. Heard from your brothers lately?”
“Mike calls me every second or third day, Daddy. You know that.”
“And Peter, has he kept in contact?”
“Sometimes, Daddy, but you know they lead their own lives.”
“While true, they should still keep in contact with their little sister.”
Cindy couldn’t help smile. If anyone on the planet was her biggest supporter, it was her father. She had been so scared when approaching her parents nearly fifteen years ago, admitting she felt different, that she didn’t feel like a boy, that she liked wearing girly clothing, and wanted to look like a girl. She felt like a girl, she wanted to be a girl, and she wanted to see a girl in the mirror.
Her parents immediately supported her. As for her brothers, it took time for them to understand, but she remembered days at high school when she’d been teased by both girls and boys about the fact she was trans. Her older brothers quickly put a halt to any teasing, and even after they both graduated, the fear of them returning meant she was left alone by those who may have made her life hell.
“Are you busy this weekend, Cindy?” her father asked.
“I’m off out with the girls as usual, Daddy. Maybe one or two bars before we hit a favourite club of ours to dance the night away.”
“Be safe as always, pumpkin. Don’t go anywhere alone and make sure share a taxi with a friend when you go home.”
She loved how her father still gave the same advice even though she was much closer to thirty than twenty. “I’ll be safe, Daddy. You should know me well enough by now.”
“You’re my little girl, pumpkin. I don’t care how old you are, Cindy. Your safety will always be my paramount concern.”
Though it had been over fifteen years since that day she sat in the kitchen with her parents and told them everything, since then, her entire family had supported her. Mother and father kept themselves up to date with any trans issues, and with each passing year, it seemed issues regarding herself seemed to be coming more to the forefront in the media. Sometimes, she felt it put a target on her back, but she was also pleased that her issues were now discussed seriously by even those who needed to learn and understand why she felt like she did.
Ending the call a few minutes later after a quick conversation with her mother, she wandered into the bathroom to have a shower. Stripping off her clothes, then taking off her bra and panties, she stood in front of the long mirror to look at her body. Her brunette hair was kept at shoulder length. She loved keeping it in a ponytail, knowing that men loved women in ponytails. Ocean blue eyes stared back at her. Small nose. Full, kissable lips. She knew the few men who had kissed her liked her lips. Her cheekbones were one of her best features, incredibly feminine and completely natural.
During hormonal therapy, she had developed a pair of small breasts, but finally gave into temptation and went under the knife so she had a pair that suited her small frame, considering she barely topped five-seven on a warm day. She was pleased to see womanly curves though she was rather slender. She’d always thought she had a great butt, while her stomach was mostly flat but not toned. She ate well but would admit to being a little lazy at times.