One of the difficulties with this chapter has been the gender identity issues, and how to convey them in both an understandable manner without confusing the reader, and obviously still being able to communicate the sentiment (and the natural progression) in the story. I hope I have managed to do this in a meaningful manner.
(Sarah Domski)
It was the wee hours of the morning after that fateful encounter with her daughter. Sarah sat with her pen poised over the last few sentences she needed to get down. Her mind kept whirling away though, and it was hard to concentrate.
She didn't know how, but she was sure her husband knew what she had done. His behaviour to her had been cold and distant. She kept wanting to deny it, kept telling herself that there must be some other reason, but though she couldn't fathom how he could possibly know, she was sure he did.
If for no other reason, the way he had taken her last night told her. For the first time in her life, he had been ruff, and only interested in his own need. She thought she had even liked it a little, being so used, if only the guilt she felt wasn't also gnawing away at her.
Now she sat alone at the kitchen table, writing out more betrayals in the dark quiet house. The secrets needed to come out though. She could no longer hold on to them, though she knew Mike would be furious with her.
So she sat alone in the waning night, scribbling out this last betrayal. At least her phone call to her sister before going to bed that night had been more encouraging than she thought it would be. Not as encouraging as she had hoped, but certainly better than she had feared.
(Evan Domski)
Evan came awake slowly, stretching and luxuriating in Emily's bed. For the first time in what felt ages, he didn't feel anxious or freaked out at finding himself in the fairer sexes body. In fact he felt quite relaxed and at peace. The strangeness of that realization finally causing him to sit up.
'Well, at least it's an improvement? Isn't it? Yes, it has to be. Calm is good.'
Shaking his head, and deciding that he might as well get on with the day he slipped out of the bed, heading for the en-suite. A shower was just the thing to start the day right.
'Oh shit!'
'Holly shit!'
'I had sex with mom!'
'How the hell could I have forgotten that?'
Mind a whirl with thoughts and images he somehow resumed his trek to the shower. His eyes popped open on the way, remembering that today was the day that he and Emily were to head out for a kayaking trip. Excitement trilled through his every nerve. He had been madly looking forward to this ever since he found out about it after that uncomfortable dinner last night.
It was his excitement for getting away and the memory of just why he had been so uncomfortable over a family dinner that had kept him awake long into the night.
Staring at the ceiling, his mind had replayed the scene with his mother over and over, just as it had during dinner. The guilty looks on his mothers face, the blushes on their faces every time their eyes met. His father and Emily noticing and remarking on the odd behaviour.
'Lord that had been uncomfortable'
And in between replays, he would occasionally contemplate the upcoming trip. Sometimes it had been with more than just a little nervousness at the idea of just what might wind up happening on this trip, but mostly giddy at the prospect of getting away. Just the two of them. Time and privacy to start working things out.
The trip itself would be medicine for the soul as well. Skimming along the clear waters of Georgian Bay, the big open water and the power in it! Feeling the burn of a good exercise, only to roll into the cold water for a momentary cool down, and coming back up refreshed to play on some big waves! Could life be any better?
'Well, maybe if some hot little thing was going with us. Emily could watch us! And then join in! Finally get inside...'
His steps faltered,
'I didn't just think that last bit in a fantasy sort of way did I? No! No, of course not!'
Shaking his head at his antics, he slipped out of the negligee his mother had given him, carefully hanging it on a hook, and turned the shower water on hot.
'Shit. I did just fantasize about Emily. Emily in my body. As in...'
No! He didn't want to finish that thought, and so refused to. Pushing it firmly out of his mind, he stepped into the shower feeling the heat soak into his skin.
After a few moments to relax and relish in the warmth soaking into him, he began to soap and wash up. His mind was troubled though. Images and thoughts of the previous day when he had been lying underneath his mother on the bed assailed him.
He tried to push it all away, but the feel of Emily's body under his hands as he washed was distracting to say the least. Good lord but her skin felt so smooth and warm, so enticing!
'Well, I do need to find out if I can make myself orgasm now, don't I?'
Slowly, his right hand dropped down over his stomach, and then lower yet. For the first time as his hand slid down over his sex, he wasn't assailed with a sense of loss at not feeling his cock waiting for him.
Not to say that it wasn't weird to feel a pussy where his dick should be, it certainly was, but there wasn't an overwhelming sense of panic or loss. Instead, there was some wonderment. He actually had his very own pussy that he could play with whenever he wanted to! And of course, he found that he did indeed want to.
At first he simply explored and experimented a little, seeing what various things felt like. After a little bit though, things started to feel good. Really good.
He heard a low feminine moan escape him, causing the stray thought of how a woman pleasuring herself was one of the sexiest things in the world.
'And that's just what I look like right now!'
That thought had a decidedly giddy tone to it, as though he liked it. His subconscious, (or was it his conscious) mind didn't like where that led to, and he almost stopped.
In the end though he was already too worked up, and so he pushed it aside and concentrated on the physical sensations. Sensations that were delicious! Before he knew what he was doing his middle finger was slipping inside, the 'come hither' motion plying against the roof of his vagina.
"Oh fuck!" he heard himself whisper in Emily's voice driving him wild, and the next thing he knew he had the shower head in the other hand. Somewhat curious if such a thing actually did feel good, or if it was just a myth, he used his left hand to hold the spray up close against his clitoral region.
