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I’m overcome with another wave of pleasure as Xyzo brings the tentacle close to my mouth and I lick up the meager torrent of cum I left on it. I know, yeah, a lot of people don’t like the taste of cum, but, I’ve grown to sort of love it, especially estrogen-laced. It’s sweeter, more…delicious. I don’t know, maybe my brain is also just completely scrambled from getting fucked better than I ever have.

“Good girl…” Xyzo says, admiring me. “You’re quite pretty doing that for me…”

I look up at Xyzo, my eyes locked with hers, as I put on a little show in licking the last bits of the cum from her tentacle. I once again feel an intensity of emotion and pleasure as I think about how lucky I am.

CHAPTER 6

The first lightof morning pierces through the cheap curtains, cutting a yellow-white band across my chest. I look over, and I guess half to my astonishment and half to my relief, last night wasn’t just some extended fever dream, because Xyzo is still here, and that means last night we actually…

“You awake now?” She says.

“Yeah…” I nod and sit up some more. My body aches from being with Xyzo last night. Not in a bad way, but it feels like I’ve been through the wringer.

I’m not much of a morning person, but today seems particularly harsh. Last night was something beyond a life-changing experience, and I don’t know if I’m entirely ready to re-enter reality.

I stare at Xyzo, lying there, so beautiful and ethereal, the memories of last night forever in my head.

“That…we did that, last night.” I say, seeming to still need to convince myself.

“We did, you are correct.” Xyzo smirks.

I lean down and kiss her, the rush returning as my lips connect with hers. I want to collapse into the bed with her, to make out and be oblivious to the world around us. Everything inmy body tells me it’s the right thing, but the more responsible part of my brain tells me that she has to catch a ride.

Breaking off the kiss, I hold her shoulders, looking down at her. “We don’t have enough time, do we?”

Xyzo frowns, glimpsing at my body. I hope she has fond memories of last night, too. “We don’t.”

I let out a long sigh and try to let things not bubble to the surface. I feel the urge to cry, but I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of her. Goddamn hormones.

“I…understand.” I say, another wave of yearning sweeping me. “I’ll go to the bathroom, and then we can get dressed and head out?”

Xyzo nods slowly. “Sounds good.” It feels like she’s holding back as much as I am.

“Are you…alright?”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, just kinda sleepy. That’s it. Can’t be quite as funny or snarky first thing in the morning.”

I stare at her, trying to memorize her nude form, aftershocks of last night pulsing through my brain. I know if I let myself sit here much longer, to let the emotions really settle in, I’ll be a shuddering, tearful mess.

“Alright…I’ll be right back.” I say before the emotions win.

“Ok…” she says softly.

I walk back to the bathroom, my legs still a little shaky and unsure. In addition to everything else, the night was physically exhausting, even if it was the good kind of exhausting. My nipples ache from the attention, and my body feels like I was twisted into something that shouldn’t be possible.

I look at myself in the mirror and see my slightly bedraggled look. My normally silky purple hair is a tangled mess, but, it looks cute in its own way. Under the harsh antiseptic lighting, my tattoos stand out even more. Each one a memory of amoment, a testament to my transition and the woman I’ve become.

I don’t see a woman every time I look at myself. Now that I’m a few years into transitioning, I see it way more often than I don’t. There are still rough days, though, where the dysphoria wins and I can’t see anything but my flaws, my differences.

Today isn’t one of those times. I see Lucy, a beautiful woman with slightly crooked teeth and a soft, cute face that I don’t give myself enough credit for.

I know last night changed me in ways that I still don’t understand. But one thing about it that I get is that it made me feel so incredibly special, so…complete. I smile at myself as I remember just how unbelievable things felt with Xyzo, and try to not let reality set in that I’ll probably never get to experience it again.

But the least I can do is thank her, right?

I walk back into the room and see her still lying there, just as beautiful as she was when I left.

“I know we don’t have much time before you have to go, but…” I slip under the covers and feel her cool body against mine. “Just a little more?”

“You’re going to make me miss my flight…and they only come by every few years.” Xyzo slides her tentacle up my knee, clearly into the idea.

“You can stay in my apartment until the next one comes…” I kiss her shoulder and move up to her neck.

“Lucy, you don’t want me as a roommate, I’m…bad…”

“Try me.” I say.