Chapter 02

She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling, like she was used to this kind of talk. Like she’d gone through the same explanation a hundred times before, but still found some amusement in other people’s ignorance.

“No, not all of us, and even if we wanted to, it’s not that simple. There’s hormones, surgery, recovery… it’s a huge process, girl.”

I just stared at her, still kinda shocked, trying to rearrange all the preconceived ideas I had in my head. The booze was loosening my tongue, and I didn’t see any reason to hold back the questions bubbling up one after another.

“And, hey…” I started, feeling the words spill out without a filter. “How do you even wear a bikini? That’s always bugged me. Like, how do you hide it?”

She almost choked again, slapping a hand to her chest like I’d just told the best joke of the night.

“Oh my God, you’re too much!” she said, still laughing, trying to catch her breath. “We tuck it down and tape it back, right? Simple as that.”

“Just that?” I asked, not buying it, furrowing my brow like it was some kind of magic trick I’d never figure out.

She shot me this amused look, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a sly smile.

“Yeah, just that. I mean, we have some tricks up our sleeves too, but hey, girl, that’s a secret, you know?”

I leaned in closer, feeling my heart pick up speed with that mix of curiosity and boldness the beer was giving me.

“Oh my God… can I see?” I blurted out, before I even stopped to think if that was appropriate.

She paused, her eyebrows shooting up for a second, sizing me up from head to toe like she was trying to read my intentions. Her expression got serious, her eyes locking onto mine with this intensity that made me shrink back a little on the couch.

She set her beer down on the table carefully, her long fingers sliding along the bottle until they let go, and stood up slowly, her movements precise, almost deliberate, like every step was choreographed for that exact moment. I held my breath, my heart pounding hard, like I was about to witness something rare, a little glimpse into a secret world that not many people get to see up close.

She stopped right in front of me, chuckling softly, her eyes sparkling under the warm glow of the living room light. With a casual motion, no rush, she lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her smooth, firm thighs. My brain short-circuited. There, between her legs, nothing looked different from what I’d expect on any other woman. Her crotch was smooth and well-groomed, not a hair in sight, with just a subtle bulge that I knew was her cock, but from a distance, it looked like nothing more than a slightly fuller mound. I’d seen cis women with way bigger bulges than that — nothing that made me question her femininity for a second.

The panties she was wearing were a whole show on their own, all lacy, in this perfect nude shade that matched her skin tone. To me, that was party lingerie, not something you’d rock on a random Tuesday night to a friend’s place for a college project. But at the same time, it made total sense. She was meticulous, careful, the type who didn’t leave anything to chance, who dressed to impress even when no one expected it.

My mind was scrambling to process it all, fighting to make sense of the scene, and before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out unfiltered.

“Oh, but your dick must be tiny — there’s nothing there!” I said, and the second it hit the air, I realized what a shitty thing that was to say, my face flushing hot. “Oh my God, sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

She burst out laughing, her hands still holding up her skirt, looking at me like I was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

“Nah, it’s not, babe. I’m pretty hung, okay?” she replied with a challenging edge, her eyes gleaming with that natural confidence that seemed built into her.

I swallowed hard, not sure how to keep going, but my mouth was on a suicide mission, refusing to quit.

“For real? How big?” I asked, the curiosity eating me alive.

She let out this exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes like she was used to questions like that but still got a kick out of people’s reactions.

“Question machine with the awkward shit — can you chill?” she laughed, settling back down next to me on the couch. “Nineteen.”

I gasped, not sure if I should laugh or just be stunned. Nineteen? Was she serious?

“But that’s bullshit,” I shot back, the alcohol making me bolder. “No way all that fits in those panties.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile that said she was game.

“Oh yeah?” she said, grabbing her phone and scrolling through the screen, her eyes focused as she hunted for something in her gallery. “Wanna see?”

I went quiet for a second, my heart racing with the anticipation of what she might show me. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to see it or if I was just giving in to the curiosity that had already taken me way too far that night.

“Uh… yeah, now I do,” I answered, my voice coming out lower than I meant.

She leaned in closer, the heat from her body radiating onto mine as she held out the phone. And there it was. The proof. A photo that made my eyes go wide and my throat go dry. It was huge. Completely hairless, smooth as silk, with skin that looked soft like suede. The head was perfectly shaped, partially covered by the foreskin, and honestly, it looked almost too gorgeous to be real. Like it’d been airbrushed or gotten some kind of spa treatment, if that was even a thing.

My mouth watered instantly, not to mention the sudden throb of wet heat between my legs, and I had to grip myself to keep from blurting out something stupid. A rush of warmth flooded through me, leaving me dizzy, and for a second, I forgot everything else while I stared at the pic.

“Hellooo? Can I have my phone back?” she said loudly, snapping me out of it, laughing at my face, her voice carrying that teasing lilt. “Damn, you really like it, huh, girl?”

That’s when I realized I was still clutching her phone, my fingers tight on it, while I mindlessly zoomed in on the photo, taking in every detail of that smooth skin, that unexpectedly beautiful shape. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, like a spotlight had just hit me square in the face.

“I just froze up, girl!” I blurted, finally handing the phone back. “What a delicious cock — fuck!”

She threw her head back, laughing loud, the sound bouncing off the walls, while I tried to pull myself together.

“Girl, quit being such a perv!” she fired back, giving me a light smack on the arm, still cracking up at my reaction.

The vibe between us shifted after that photo. Up until then, she was just a mystery to me, something I watched from afar, trying to puzzle out. But now, that innocent curiosity had turned into something else, something thicker, hotter. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the way she’d lifted her skirt without hesitation, or the sight of that cock that looked carved to spark filthy thoughts. I didn’t know for sure, but something had flipped inside me, and I couldn’t stop imagining what it’d be like if she made a move right then. Would I say no? Would I pull back if she went for it?

I was so lost in those thoughts that I didn’t even notice I was staring at her again until she called me back to reality.

“Hey, girl, you’re giving me this thoughtful look,” she said, pulling me out of my daze with a half-smile, her eyes twinkling with that provocative curiosity.

I laughed, trying to hide the awkwardness, and chugged the rest of my beer, slamming the empty bottle down on the floor with a thud while I sorted through the jumble in my head.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, setting the bottle aside. “I was just thinking about you and… everything. How it all works, you know? I can’t explain it.”

She chuckled, low and almost indulgent.

“Got you all mixed up, huh?” she teased, leaning forward, her dark eyes scanning me like she could read my mind.

“A little,” I confessed, with nowhere to hide in my own living room that suddenly felt way too small.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt that she still hadn’t fully smoothed down after her little private show. I noticed the movement, my eyes giving away any pretense of not being interested.

“You straight girls always do,” she went on, her voice low, almost seductive. “Bet right now you’re not sure if you wanna fuck me or not. Nailed it?”

My heart jumped in my chest, her words catching me off guard.

“Girl…” I started, feeling my face heat up. “I gotta admit, I’m curious about what it’d be like, but… I don’t even think I’d know what to do.”