After eating together, and being chased away by Helene when I tried to help her wash the dishes, I took a shower. And now, Emmie is taking hers, while the TV is on in the living room, focused on a drama that must be for Helene, since she is the only one there.
I wear pajamas, and sit on the bed, unconsciously focused on the mirror on the wall facing the foot of the bed. The short hair, the fair skin, the blue eyes, the calm but downcast look.
I never noticed, but I have been avoiding mirrors for a good while. If not for wearing something unfamiliar today that prompted me to check myself out, I may have kept ignoring them for even longer.
The look I had at the store came back to my mind. That look had been even more of a shock for my mind, like a future where I will be wearing something like that for work, very much unlike the memories of the last few years in that past life where the look had been more masculine.
My heart doesn't beat with panic. If anything, it slows down. I cradle my knees and rest my chin on them. I look down at my toes, and distractedly wonder if I should paint them red. Maybe to remind myself that I'm a girl now, that the past is the past, whether it had even ever existed.
The sound of the door rings and the warmth from the bathroom spills onto the bedroom. I don't even have to raise my head to check as Emmie walks past me soon enough.
"Max, are you alright?"
I don't reply immediately, because I'm searching for something to help me wipe those conflicting thoughts out of my mind. But I can't seem to find anything.
Emmie leans down beside me to search for something below in the wardrobe. I see a flash of red from the corner of my eyes, before the sound of high heels resounds.
I can help but raise my head, and I see Emmie in a red coat that she is holding tight around her body while looking at me mischievously, perched on high heels.
I don't say anything, but I look at her with curiosity.
"You seemed to like my look at the store, so since you are feeling down for whatever reason, I will uplift your spirit."
I raise my eyebrows, and Emmie opens her bright red coat like the curtain or a theater, or an exposition.
Contrasting against the bright red is pale skin moist from the shower just now. White bra holding firm the content filling it up and panties of the same color, both with lace over sheer tissue. And at her legs, she wore garters I wonder about the origin of, and she ends everything with dark gleaming heels with red bottoms I have never seen her wear.
My already slow heart took another dip, but this time, to let me take in all the sight before me.
Emmie's smile brightens up, and she slowly takes hold of the connection between the two halves of the clothing containing her two spheres, before unhooking it. She holds it to keep things in place, like a prelude of sorts, then lets her hands follow the vector of the weights she is holding back.
The bra taken apart at the front falls when the hands keeping it in place let go, freeing the greater of the flesh inside. Emmie takes the left globe of flesh out fully, and squeezes it. For a moment, I even expect milk to come out, seeing how it is bigger than some pregnant women's breasts.
But the nipple at the top only hardens, like a call for help.
Emmie, seeing me inactive, walks toward me with a sensual gait, until she is near enough, and puts the helpless teat at my lips.
When I open my lips, my mind returns to how red it actually is, even without lipstick. The flesh in my mouth makes my heart jump out of the slump it had sunk in, and gain an excited vigor.
I bite on the flesh in my mouth, feeling the dots-like protrusions on the areola around, and also at tip.
My lips twitch below, and start to open to breath, as they relax, and prepare to drool.
I latch onto the softness in my mouth like a grail. I bite, suck, lick, and even chew, and it responds to my efforts, becoming harder, longer, more alive.
My hands stop cradling my knees. My right hand snakes around Emmie and my left hand catches the other breast left unattended. I fondle it, sink my hand in, pull it, and twist its tip, and all of that while feeling the breathing above me heat up, hasten, and deepen.
Emmie lets go of her breast and presses the back of head to pull me deeper in her chest, while her right hand sneaks downward, to the panties that have been conceived with provocation in mind.
But I focus more on myself this time, because I have found what will once again drown the battle in my mind. I'm a girl, not a male. I receive, I don't give.
I mistreat the nipple in my mouth so much that for a moment, I think I taste something different, something other than my saliva, something that has left the ducts of the unproductive milk factory I'm eating up.
"Hm~~"
Emmie tries to muffle the voice that leaves her mouth as she trembles slightly. Her weight doesn't fall on me only because my position is keeping her on her feet. But when she exhales her orgasm away, she pushes me down and I let her.
I look into her eyes, and say words that have never left my mouth before.
"F*ck me…"
Emmie's red eyes flicker. She would have been surprised if not for the excitement she is riding on.
She moves to take out the strap-on in the bedside drawer, while I push my pants down and throw them aside, waiting with my lower lips twitching slightly.