You little Slut (Part 1 of 3)

Okay let me back up, yet once again, to the day I met Giant boy. You know the cute man that worked there and picked me up; you know the one that caused me to wonder about how I cannot control myself around penis?

And just because he threw a few compliments my way and he rounded it off by having no clue that I was transgender.

Well I really did not touch on what happened after my first brief encounter with him. I returned to work a little later than me or my coworker expected. “Must have been real busy there?” Mack asked, “It usually never takes you this long”

Of course that nasty promise that I had made to myself when I first came out was about ready to come back and haunt me…you know, I will never lie again…”

“No, it was fine.” I said attempting to shrug off any further questions.

“Well what happened, you were gone a long time.” Mack questioned.

Here is the thing, I had only been out about a month before he threw that question out at me. It was bad enough that his male friend was now his female coworker, I really didn’t want to disclose anything more to him, especially about my sex life. But the question was out there and I was not going to lie.

“You don’t want to know, trust me.” I replied with a serious tone trying to portray that the answer would be somewhat personal in nature. “Look Mack, I told you that I was never going to lie again so don’t ask questions you don’t want answers for.”

“No, it is okay, we are friends right?”

“I met a guy, or I should say a guy picked me up there and well, we kind of got a little busy in the parking lot.” I said, in a very matter-of fact tone.

“Wait, you, um…” He stammered

“Like guys? You know I am a woman right?” I replied “I told you not to answer questions that you don’t want the answers for.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he was absolutely floored by my response. At first he just sat there looking at his computer screen almost like I turned his world upside down. In fact he was so quiet that it was uncomfortable and I felt obligated to add to my revelation. “Sorry if that changes things…”

“No, no, it isn’t that, it is just you always talked about Sal, like you really hated him.” (A gay coworker that we both know.)

“First off, I don’t hate anyone; second off, I do dislike him but not because he is gay; and thirdly, I am not gay, I like men, I am straight.” I responded, probably sounding a little more than agitated.

“Ah, I think I get it…you little slut.” He growled.

“Okay, okay, now…Really? I haven’t had sex in over a year, you really can’t be a slut if you don’t have sex.” I shot back.

“Now I get why you dress like you do.”

Well there it is, something I have heard women complain about but never witnessed it on a personal level. “Wait, so you are saying I am a slut by the way I dress?”

INTERMISSION

Look, I know how that sounded but Mack and I have had exchanges like that for over twenty years, it’s just the way we talked, we rib each other, torment and humiliate each other because, well, we are friends. In some small way I was happy he was able to continue that trend with his now, female coworker.

“No Ken, I mean Kendra, I am just, well Giant, you know what you did, I mean I am not saying…Okay Mr.. FUCK, I am sorry.” Now if that sentence didn’t make sense to you then, well, I did my job because that is exactly how he said it the first time around.

“Listen Mack, It is okay. You have known me for 20 years, mistakes like that will happen.”

“I know but I know how badly you want this, I should respect that.” Mack replied sincerely.

“The only time it would bother me is if someone did it on purpose with a hint of sarcasm in their voice. Damn, I still make mistakes. In fact this afternoon Michelle said, ‘don’t talk to her about football, she’s a Dolphin fan.’ And I just stood there like an idiot until she continued…’I am talking about you dummy.’” I said and then took a deep breath. “Trust me it bothers you much more than it bothers me.”

Mack’s eyes lit up a bit, he appeared to ease back in his chair and relax. “Just let me know if I mess up, I have to practice or I will never get it right Ken.”

“Dra…” I replied

“Fuck. I did it again.”

“No worries Mack, trust me, you are good.”

“So if your dick don’t work, what do you do with men?” Mack asked

Well didn’t I create a monster with the whole, I will not lie bullshit?

“You know oral and…” I replied.

“And?” He volleyed.

“And well…you know.”

I chuckled a bit when I saw his eyes fill with horror.

“Oh gawd…”

“I told you that that you didn’t want to know.” I responded

And as soon as Mack responded I realized that everything was going to be okay; he was going to be okay. We were friends and nothing was going to change that, “You little slut…” He said and then turned back toward his computer screen.

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