Coming Out

Just a quick hit about coming out to your friends. I hope your experiences are as nice. All standard caveats apply. Everyone having sex is 18, Yada, Yada, Yada...

Enjoy and be sure to leave me a comment when you're done.

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"Shhhh. Quiet, you'll wake him up."

"No way, man. That's Steve?"

"Yeah. He comes out here when you're not home. Lays out in that bikini to get a tan or something. Monica's showed me the other day."

"Fuck man, he's hotter than any other girl I know."

"I wonder where he puts it?"

Ok, drunk and quiet, don't go together and my roommate wasn't supposed to be home for at least two more hours. Dave, that's my roommate, and our mutual friend Derrick, were supposed to be watching football at our favorite sports bar. I was supposed to have the entire afternoon to myself to do what I always did with time to myself, dress up like a girl, and today, lay out in the skimpiest bikini I owned and work on my tan.

As to 'where I put it', I had years of practice tucking 'it' away to be as unnoticeable as possible. I had 'It' neatly tucked back between my legs, held snuggly in place by the tight spandex of my bikini bottoms.

"I'm serious man, I mean look at him. Those long legs, hips, smooth stomach, and fuck, he's even got tits. Small ones, but those are definitely tits."

Dave was right. I had tits. The hormones I had been taking were working and, along with some exercise, laser and electrolysis, were responsible for the hot little body he was describing. My doctor had told me by next summer, they would be about as big as they were going to get, probably B cup. That's what most trans girls usually got unless the other women in their family were huge. When he thought they were close to done growing, we could discuss implants, if I wanted them. I was already sure I would. Not Anime Porn big, but nice normal boobs that a guy would like to play with. Yeah, I was gay, or at least bi, too.

Dave and I had been friends ever since third grade. We picked up Derrick in high school when Dave got asked to tutor him so he could play football.

Dave was one of those super nerds and I was just a geek, but we were two of a kind and lived next door so, we had just always been best friends. Dave was scary smart, engineering, match, physics, triple major smart with a minor in music theory. Hey music is just math, so why not?

Derrick got a football scholarship but got hurt. The school changed it to an academic scholarship. Dave and I made sure he made the grades to keep it, which I think pissed off the coach because it counted as a half scholarship against his total count.

Me, I was crushing it in computer science. Dave knew more about me than anyone else and now he officially knew my last secret, or maybe next to last.

But I digress.

It was everything I could do to not laugh. I wanted to see how far they would go and what they would do. I needed to tell them anyway and this would be the perfect opportunity to see how understanding they would be.

My two drunk friends were standing there ogling my tight little body, trying and failing miserably to be quiet while I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling.

"Fuck Dave, what the hell?"

I had my favorite cap over my face, so it gave me some cover when I cracked my eyes open just enough to see what Derrick was so worked up about and just in time to see Dave kneel by my feet and pull his cock out of his pants. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not react when your best friend spooges between your legs because he thinks you're a hot chick?

"I told you, man, he's hotter than any girl I know. Fuck, I just couldn't help myself."

The alarm on my phone went off, telling me it was time to turn over. I moaned, and Dave and Derrick scrambled back inside trying to be quiet and, like I said, drunk and quiet, don't mix.

When I heard the door to the apartment close, I burst out laughing.

Flipping on my stomach, I avoided the mess Dave had left for me and did my last thirty minutes of tanning. The smooth sounds of Coltrane in my earbuds and visions of Dave's cock in my head. My perfect tuck lost it, and I finished my tanning by rubbing one out on the towel below me.

Well, if Monica knew, everybody knew. Poor Dave was probably the last in our group to find out. The question was, what do I do about it? I could continue to pretend no one knew and hope it never came up, or I could own it. They were all at the bar. I was sure that's where Dave and Derrick had scurried off to when my alarm went off and were all probably talking about me right now.

"I know you know. Who knows, or easier, who doesn't?" I texted Monica.

"Um, sorry." Was her only response. It was hard to be mad at Monica. She had one of those infectious personalities that just made everybody around her feel better. That she couldn't keep a secret to save her life was just part of the deal.

The problem with sharing a secret like mine is that whoever you share it with now has a secret, too, and it's not one they're as vested in keeping as you are. Not to mention they shouldn't really have to keep your secrets, anyway. Why would you put that kind of burden on your friends?

It was time for them all to meet Steph in person.

After a quick shower, I added some light makeup, highlighting my bright green eyes. I smiled at the girl in the mirror. I had known she was there for years. My parents knew and were helping me, and that was cool. It was just my friends and everybody else I was hiding her from, and I was going to fix that now.

I ran a brush through my deep auburn hair, putting it in a high ponytail before choosing a matching thong and lace pushup bra with a pair of shorts and a crop top that left my tummy exposed. It was close to the uniform for the bar we all hung out in. Sneakers and ankle socks. I dropped everything I would need in my purse, took a selfie and texted it to Monica and went to meet my friends.

Sure, they had been laughing at me, but when I showed up in person, no one said a word. Monica beamed at me, and Dave turned crimson. Derrick looked like he had lost his contacts and couldn't focus. I grabbed a stool and squeezed in next to Dave, pretending like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

When the waitress carded me, I got a serious double take. She had been serving me since I first started coming in. "You want a job?" She laughed when she brought me my beer.

We watched the game, and I answered questions. It was cathartic to share my story with others. A few left, but most stayed, especially the ones I cared about; Dave, Derrick, and Monica.

The game ended. I think our team won, and the four of us headed back to the apartment to talk some more. That's where the meaty questions got asked. I did my best to answer all of them, admitting that I was officially in transition and probably first of the year, would become Stephanie for good.

Dave and Derrick had sobered enough to where they were just tired. Monica took Derrick back to her apartment, and I helped Dave to his room. 6' 4" and about 185, Dave was what I called lanky. He towered over my 5' 9" and I had always liked that. I just never told Dave why.

He kept his body fit by riding his bicycle everywhere. He was in better shape than Derrick, and Derrick still worked out with his buddies on the football team. Dave wore glasses that hid his deep brown eyes and had a shaggy mop of blonde hair that turned golden in the summer sun. He was one of those guys that just didn't know how cute they were and that made him that much more adorable.

My body was just as fit, but it was from dedicated hours at the gym, where I did a very specific set of exercises designed to keep me thin and toned and give me an ass and legs that men would kill for. From the way Dave had been describing me earlier, the man I did it for appreciated it.

I helped Dave get undressed and into bed. "Steve, what are you doing? I can undress myself."

"Call me Stephanie, and I want to. I saw what you did earlier. I know how you see me." Looking up at him, I bit my lip. "I like I make you feel that way."

"You did? You do?" He gave me a confused grin. I dropped his shirt on the floor and pushed him onto his back and started working at his belt.

"Um, hm. Kick your shoes off." Grabbing his cuffs and his socks, I jerked them off in a single stroke. The only thing he still had on was his boxers.

"I have one more secret. One nobody knows but me." His boxers joined his other clothes on the floor, and I buried his cock in my throat, worshiping it until he exploded into my eager mouth. "And now, you know, too."

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, his body relaxing as the subtle tremors of his orgasm waned. He just watched as I slowly undressed for him.

"We can do that in the morning, if you want to." I gave him an impish grin. "Right now, I'm kind of tired." Dave smiled and nodded as he climbed under the covers, inviting me to join him.

Nestling under his arm with my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest and my legs tangled in his, I fell into the best sleep I had ever had.

Dave was still asleep when I woke up. Propped up on my elbow, I watched as he breathed softly next to me, smiling at the idea that my dream could finally come true.

I still remember the moment it happened. Dave and I had gone to prom together, two guys just hanging out with our friends because we couldn't get dates, which meant we were hanging out with Derrick and his date. We had fun. We always did. Dave and I just seemed to work together, and Derrick enjoyed having us around.

We were laughing and joking like we always did, waiting for Dave's dad to pick us up and take us home. It was a joke. I knew that and so did Dave, but it changed me forever.

Derrick walked by with his date, and she pulled him into the most passionate kiss I had ever seen. Dave looked at me with that quirky smile and said, "Come here, beautiful." Then he kissed me. It was nothing like what Derrick and his date did. It was quick and sweet and nice and awkward, and I felt it to my toes. I fell in love with him on the spot. Not a best friend kind of love. The confusion I had felt when I looked at him vanished. I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to be mine. We both laughed and shoved each other away, but I knew what I had felt, and I knew it was real.

I had cried myself to sleep that night in my mom's arms, explaining what had happened and confessing to her for the first time that I didn't just like dressing up; I wanted to be a girl. We talked to my dad. They got me into therapy, which confirmed what I had said and that I was at least bi if not gay. My parents accepted that, too. Last year, I had started my hormones.

I had spent three years pining for my best friend, hiding my truth from him, worrying that I would lose him if he discovered how I truly felt or what I really was, and then yesterday happened.

He was so perfect laying there next to me. I had discussed my feelings at length with my therapist, but this was all going to be so new to Dave. We had been drinking. What if he wasn't thinking straight? What if he hadn't really understood who I was or what was happening? What if? What if? What if...

A thousand things ran through my mind, and I got scared, letting doubt and fear ruin my perfect moment.

I convinced myself to run and hide somewhere, to leave him lying there, my perfect, beautiful love. I knew Dave was going to hate me for what I'd done. Just as I rolled away from him, I felt him move next to me.

"This is really nice." The way Dave said 'really' made me smile. His hand caressing my back so delicately.

"I like it too." I could feel myself blush. Rolling back toward him and propping myself on my elbow again. I ran my hand across his chest, toying with the tuft of hair between his pecs. I couldn't believe it. Dave wasn't angry. He didn't hate me. He wanted me to stay.

"So, what next?" He was looking up at me longingly. It felt like the temperature in the bedroom went up at least ten degrees.

"I don't know. I'm still new to this whole girl thing. What do boys like to do to girls?" I said it coyly, smiling and batting my eyelashes at him. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it was going to burst from my chest.

"I can think of lots of things." He shifted closer to me on the couch. "I could tell you about them."

"Or you could show me."

"Show.... You..."

I couldn't stand it anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lowering my lips to his, and kissed him as hard as I could. It took him a second or two to find his composure, but when he did, his hands slipped around me and he started exploring my body, rubbing my butt and stroking my back and sides while our tongues wrestled with each other, and I ran my hands through his shaggy blonde hair.

Dave and I had been best friends for almost twenty years. As well as we knew each other, we both knew the other was still a virgin. Sure, I'd sucked his cock, but that didn't count. When he rolled me onto my back, I knew that was about to change. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but whatever it was, it wouldn't lack for enthusiasm.

We relished and ravaged each other's bodies with kisses and licks, touches, tickles, and nibbles. He adored my small budding breasts, and I loved the way they felt when he pinched and kissed and bit them. He was my man, and my body was his to do with whatever he wanted.

For everything he did to me, I returned the favor, discovering that his nipples were almost as sensitive as mine.

"I know something girls do to boys." I pushed him over, kissing my way down his chest. Last night, I hadn't taken my time. This time, I wanted to explore every inch of his manhood. He played with my ass, running his spit covered finger up and down my crack, circling my hole, as I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. When he tried to slip his finger inside me, I almost bit him. Not that I didn't want him in me, I just wasn't prepared for it at all. Getting what I wanted inside me was going to take some preparation. Dave was not a small man. Even before I started my hormones, his cock was easily twice the size of mine.

It was comical when I think back on it, but Dave and I were nerds, so what did we do? We stopped what we were doing, went and got on his computer and did research. We read a lot and watched some gay porn. I was seriously hoping that was not what it was going to be like. I didn't want to be fucked; I wanted to be made love to.

Soaps, lotions, stuff like that all had issues. The chemicals and fragrances could make it hurt worse. I ordered a bottle of lube 'specifically formulated' for the task at hand from an online sex store. I couldn't wait three to five business days for what I wanted. Neither could Dave. We settled on a bottle of olive oil that had probably been in our pantry since we moved in. His mother or mine had decided we needed it. We had never opened it. I was sure this was not what they envisioned us using it for.

Naturally, we had gone all geeky technical and had lost the moment, so we had to start all over. That's not always a bad thing as we both used the things we had learned about each other the first time to drive each other crazy the second.

This time, his fingers slid inside me easily. One, then two, then three. He moved them I and out slowly, stretching me for what was to come. I tried to focus on what I was doing with my lips and my tongue. He wasn't making that easy.

I guess he had paid attention in biology class a little closer than me, because when he pressed on my prostate, my little cock started leaking and I had to take him out of my mouth to sigh and moan.

The t-blockers were doing their job, and I didn't get hard, and the estrogen I was taking had made me sterile, so I probably wouldn't ejaculate much, but damn, it felt good. He added his pinky, and I thought he was going to shove his entire hand inside me, but he stopped and rolled me onto my back.

"Are you ready?" I moaned and nodded as I watched him coat his shaft with the slick oil.

Nothing about growing up as a straight boy, even one who cross-dresses, prepares you for a moment like this one. I had had thoughts and dealt with the confusion and my therapist had helped me deal with all of that, but my dreams and fantasies were about to become real. All I knew was I was Dave's girl, and I wanted to be all his.

This is what that was. I was giving myself to him completely. This was me sharing my most intimate parts with someone for the first time, and that would be always and forever his, just like I hoped to be.

Like all growth, there was pain and discomfort, but there were also new and wonderful feelings, feelings I had never experienced before and not just physical. Yes, when that wonderful fullness replaced the pain and discomfort, an incredible surge of raw pleasure grew deep inside me. It was all so worth it. But there was more.

I felt complete. I felt accepted; I felt loved, wanted, cherished, even. I was giving Dave a gift I could only give once, and he was doing the same for me.

It could have been cheap and tawdry as it had probably been for Derrick, if he even remembered how his first time was, but not this.

This was spiritual. It was two souls destined to be together, joining in rapturous bliss. Complete surrender and trust. I knew Dave would cherish this moment as much as I did and the fact that we loved each other amplified all those feelings a hundred, a thousand, a million times.

Our bodies moved in unison, writhing, rolling, sliding against each other, our sweat mixing where they joined, our moans and cries chasing each other's into the heavens, growing louder and more intense as Dave chased his orgasm and I rolled from one peak to another toward mine.

The release when I used to masturbate had always been pleasurable, but what I was feeling now was wave after wave of energy coursing through my body, emanating from my crotch where Dave massaged that special spot inside me with each thrust. It was epic in comparison.

Like eagles, we reached our apex together, crashing and tumbling downward, trembling in a shared embrace, our bodies writhing in unison as he erupted deep inside me, and I climaxed one more time.

The best part of all was a simple sweet kiss, followed by Dave's three simple words. "I love you."

Dave collapsed on top of me. I wrapped him in my arms and pulled my feet against his butt, keeping him in that spot for as long as I could, memorizing the feeling, remembering everything about our first time, carving it into the center of my soul.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

The outside world ceased to exist as we cuddled and talked and made love again and again. Changing positions and exploring different techniques, fumbling our way through a wonderland of carnal firsts. Dave even sucked on my flaccid cock while he massaged my prostate, letting me just lay back and enjoy his attention.

"Hey, guys, let us in. We brought pizza." Derrick banging on our front door broke the moment. He said 'we,' so Monica was with him. Dave and I had spent the entire day in bed together, ignoring everything that wasn't us. Derrick and Monica had probably called and texted several times, but we were oblivious.

Dave and I had vague memories of talking about pizza and a movie last night, but had gotten a little distracted and may have forgotten. We kissed one more time and laughed, agreeing that we were both hungry. While I got into the shower, Dave put on some shorts and a t-shirt and let them in. I was a mess, but he had somehow gotten cleaned off, um, several times. I was going to brush my teeth, too.

"Where's Dave?" I smiled at Derick and Monica when I came out to the living room in my favorite short shorts and another cropped tank top, my still damp nipples almost visible through the thin cotton of the top.