7 comments/ 10868 views/ 13 favorites Kick Ass Cassie Pt. 01: Transition By: JamesWinchester I hid in a stall in the boys' bathroom. Even though I'd had a sex change three weeks earlier the school wouldn't let me use the female restroom, so I had to sneak in here when I was sure no one else was. I would often be late for class because some guy would take too long and I'd have to hide until he left. It was a small price to pay to avoid the gossip that circulated the school every time I was caught using the restroom. I was just pulling up my jeans when the bathroom door opened. Damn. I was so close to being on time today. I closed the toilet lid and sat down as a group of boys entered. I recognized the voice of one boy and realized that is was Mark and his friends; they were the the leaders of the imaginary competition that had been organized to antagonize me and my identity choices. I silently prayed that they wouldn't see me. I honestly believed that if I was ever alone with one of them I wouldn't make it out alive. "So sooner or later you'll hear about this guy named Cassie." Mark said. My heart caught in my throat, I rarely got to hear gossip about me firsthand. "What about him?" Asked someone else, a voice I didn't recognize. "He got a sex change like a month ago!" Continued Mark. The others laughed like it was some kind of joke. "So he's a man now?" Asked the new voice again without a hint of laughter. "No he's got a pussy now." Mark continued. "Fucking whackjob." I heard a lighter flick and then smelled the heavy stench of weed. I was going to be stuck here for a while. "Oh cool so she's a woman now?" He said. My stomach jumped. Had he really used my preferred pronoun? Not a single person in the school called me a 'she'. "You mean he's a woman now." Mark tried to correct. "And yea, nobody likes him. I just wanted to let you know in case he tries to get with you since you didn't know. He totally looks like a chick now and I don't want him to try and trick you. He's a fucking liar." I held back a sob as I started to tear up. I wasn't a liar. Why would he say something like that? Everyone in this fucking shithole hated me. The only reason anyone called me Cassie is because nobody knew my real name. Situations like these made me wonder if it was really worth it. "Here's a picture of him." Continued Mark. "Just so you know what to watch out for. Her parents paid for a full body thing on her eighteenth birthday. They used her college fund or some shit like that." Tears ran down my face. He really had a picture of me just to show people that they should avoid me? A sob slipped out, but the new voice speaking up covered it. "Well if she identifies with being a woman, she's a woman. It's basic gender identity. She's cute." The tears stopped immediately. I had NEVER been called cute before. Like, seriously never. Even my grandparents thought I was a 'sinful abomination'. My parents called me 'brave' and 'beautiful' but I had never heard 'cute' in the same sentence as my name. I had forgotten the sobbing completely and now intently focused on careening my neck to see who was doing the talking through the stall crack. The only view I got was the ugly backside of Mark. "What the fu-" Started Mark. "Are you fucking for real?! That's disgusting!" "You don't have to accept it, but you shouldn't spread it around." Continued the voice that I was now falling in love with. "You don't know who you're affecting with this. Like what if one of us wasn't happy with our identity and wanted to change? They'd be way too scared to come out because they know you'd make fun of them. It's really destructive." He made so much sense. There was no way Mark could argue with that. "A-are you a fucking fag?" Mark shouted. I stand corrected. "No." The voice continued. "And if you use that word again I'll knock your fucking teeth out." "What? Fag?" "Yea. Its only purpose is to hurt people. It's not a good word." Mark stood up straight and danced around. "Faggot. What you gonna do Daniel?" There was a thud and then Mark slammed into the bar holding my stall to the adjacent one. He yelled in pain as he slid to the ground and rolled to his side. "I gave you a warning." Said the voice, Daniel. "You agreed to my terms and conditions in saying the word and so it's entirely your fault." With Mark down I was able to clearly see Daniel leaning against a sink, and holy fuck was he gorgeous. He wore a black V-neck with well fitted jeans and a Captain America haircut. I really was in love. "You're fucking dead!" Shouted Mark. Daniel took another hit from the blunt and handed it to one of the others. "We'll see." He said. Daniel turned and left the bathroom. My heart was fucking pounding, but for a completely different reason now. Someone else entered the bathroom. I heard the others start swearing. "ARE YOU KIDS SERIOUS." Bellowed the voice of the choir director Mr. Ingles. A mix of 'fuck' and 'shit' flew through the room as they scurried for the back exit with Mr. Ingles right on their heels. I took the chance and quickly left through the front door. I thought I'd still have a chance to make it to class before the bell rang but realized I'd have no such luck as it sounded before I was even halfway to class. Looks like it was 'sweep' once again for me. Sweep was my high school's way of punishing late students. Instead of having students miss the pointless first couple minutes of class they would rather them spend the whole period in a detention-like setting. I headed into the sweep room and took my usual seat in the corner. There were a few familiar faces but no one came as regularly as I did. Getting stuck in the bathroom because of people's ignorance was quickly becoming the norm. "Cassie, good to see you again." Said Mr. Wellings, the school's cafeteria manager. He was in charge of the morning sweep 'classes'. In sweep we weren't allowed to talk, sleep or do homework from other classes. Some students, like myself, were punished simply for being in the bathroom too long. It was an unfair and ineffective system but it's what we had to deal with. The door opened and another student walked in. I had my head in my lap, trying to sleep; Mr. Wellings was fairly lenient on that rule. "Name?" Asked Mr. Wellings. "Uh, Daniel Farns. Here's my I.D." My head shot up. I couldn't believe it. I watched in disbelief as he made his way towards the seating area. My stomach flipped when I realized the only open seat was next to me, as always. He unashamedly sat down and flipped through a notebook. "Welcome to hell." I blurted out. Fuck that was cheesy. Why the fuck would I say that? I immediately wished I could take it back. He smiled and glanced at me then went back to his notebook. Then recognition spread across his face and he turned back. "Hey, you're Cassie!" He said. "No talking." Mr. Wellings mumbled. I nodded. "You're pretty popular around here." He whispered. "Oh yea people can't get enough of me." I said sarcastically. "I just moved here." "I figured. It's a small school, everyone pretty much knows each other." I nodded to his hand, his knuckles were bright red. "What happened?" He covered them with his notebook. "Oh nothing. So are you a senior?" "Yea. You?" "Yep! Only three more months to go!" "What do you plan to do for college?" I asked. "I'm not totally sure." He admitted. "I plan to be a writer so that's always been my goal. But college is a good backup. What about you?" "I'm thinking marine biology. I know there's not always a lot of money in it but it really interests me." I had never told anyone but my parents that before. It felt great to experience the basics of human communication firsthand. "That could be great!" He seemed genuinely interested. "I've always wanted to travel in a submarine. The ocean scares the hell out of me but at the same time it's breathtaking." "I feel the exact same way!" I exclaimed. He smiled. "Are you coming to Amy's party on Saturday?" "No one invited me." I admitted. "Well then;" he said while sitting up straight, "I am formally inviting you, Cassie Whatsyourlastname, to come to the party this Saturday." I was so excited I almost forgot to answer. "Yes! I mean, yea, sure." I stammered. God he was attractive. Mr. Wellings appeared in front of me. "If I catch you two talking again it'll be detention. Got it?" We both nodded and he returned to the front. Daniel held up his phone and motioned that I hand mine to him. When I did he spent a minute typing something in. He handed it back with a smile. It was Amy's address. I nodded my thank you to him. He smiled and went back to his notebook. I secretly watched him occasionally study the redness on his knuckles. The thought of him punching Mark was incredibly satisfying. *** "Did you see the new guy?" Said the girl in front of me in science. "Yea he's hot!" Answered her desk partner. "It's nice to finally have a new guy around." She continued. I secretly tried to melt the back of her head with my mind. Daniel was mine. The rest of the day was uneventful. I finished my classes and then went home. Both of my parents were working late so I made some macaroni and cheese and did my homework then fell asleep. The next day was Friday. I saw Daniel walking to one of my classes and he smiled at me, but that was it. When I arrived home in the afternoon my parents were already sitting on the couch. "Hey sweetie." Said my mom without looking away from the magazine she was reading. "Hi mom!" I replied. "How was your day?" She looked up from her magazine, surprised. "Someone is really happy today!" "I was invited to a party tomorrow! Can I go?" My dad pretended to think about it. "And let you finally socialize with someone? Not a chance!" He winked. "Of course you can!" Said my mom. "Who invited you?" "A new guy at school! His name is Daniel." "Ooh is he cute?" Asked my dad. "Oh you have no idea!" I exclaimed. "I'll start planning the wedding." Joked my dad. "Do the dishes first though. "I will before dinner." I answered. My parents returned to their activities and I headed down the hall into my room. I knew that as soon as I left they would be eagerly talking about this new advancement in my social life. I had the best parents. I had been nervous at first at coming out to them, but never terrified. I couldn't imagine what some kids had to go through with unaccepting parents. When I told them I wanted a sex change I had made a deal with them that I would work my way through college if we could use the fund they had been saving for my tuition. My parents answered that my personal wellbeing was more important than college. Several months later after some procedures and regular hormone medication I was able to fully undertake a surgery. My breasts were first right after my eighteenth birthday, that was my favorite change. Then my genitalia and facial feminization surgery were later in the same week. I was fully healed now and could even have intercourse if I could find someone. There was still some work to be done on my body but overall I felt like I was finally who I was supposed to be. I just wished the rest of the world saw that too. *** The party could not have come any slower. I had practically stayed up all night in bed envisioning different scenarios between Daniel and I. I'd even masturbated twice. My new genitals worked wonders. I'd picked the perfect outfit for the evening: a black low hanging top and short jean shorts. If Daniel wore his black V-neck we'd be matching. My legs looked great in the shorts, it was hard to tell they'd ever belonged to a boy. I'd been too ashamed to wear the shorts in public, but tonight was a special night. I admired in the mirror how well they showed off my butt; I needed Daniel to see that. The party started at eight. I pulled into the driveway exactly at eight thirty. I didn't want to be there before Daniel, otherwise I would have been stuck with a million people who hated me. I followed the noise around to Amy's backyard. She had managed to get a D.J. and more alcohol than any of us could ever drink. Loud rap music filled the air as I moved through the crowd. I thought it would be difficult to find Daniel, but I quickly noticed him surrounded by a throng of girls from our school. They were keeping him busy with questions about his life before he moved. He seemed to be enjoying it. A pit of jealousy welled up in my stomach. I contemplated leaving but thought better of it. I grabbed a beer from the table and pushed through the girls. "I brought you a beer Daniel!" I shouted over the music. Three days ago I never would have attempted something that ballsy. His face lit up even more when he saw me. "Hey Cassie! Thanks!" Daniel pulled himself away from the girls and I followed him to a bonfire going in a fire pit Amy had. There was a circular bench that stretched all the way around it. Daniel and I found a spot away from the others. "Thanks for that." He said. "I was drowning over there!" "Was that a sexual innuendo?" I joked. "Um, no. I should rephrase that. I was suffocating over there!" I laughed. "You're cute." "So are you." He said. "How's the party?" Came the voice of Amy as she took a seat next to Daniel. "Oh it's great!" He said smiling. "Waaay too much alcohol though!" "Psh there's no such thing!" She scoffed. I felt the jealous pit form again. Amy paused and looked at me judgingly. She tapped on his arm and he leaned forward. "You know she's a tranny right?" She whispered. I knew she knew that I could hear her. "Yea, I do." Said David. He reached over and grabbed my hand. My heart exploded in my ears and Amy's hate turned into embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean that as a bad thing." She said. "Words hurt." Said Daniel to no one in particular as he watched the flames. Amy sat still and stared at the fire, too ashamed to say anything and too prideful to get up and walk away. Making fun of me had become the norm at school, they spoke about it freely because they knew everyone would find it funny. Someone actually standing up for me would catch any student off guard. "Well." She said finally. "You two would be cute together." Then she quickly rose and rejoined the throng of high schoolers. I turned to Daniel, my heart still beating wildly. "I...like you." I said. The pounding in my chest was all I could hear. He took a deep breath. "I'm gay." "Oh." I didn't know what to say. He smirked. "I'm kidding. I like you too." My pulse throbbed in my fingertips. I was beginning to think that I would never hear those words from someone else. I had to make sure. "Like, LIKE like me?" "Like, LIKE like like." He answered. I felt myself almost literally melt as I realized he was leaning forward. Was this really happening? Daniel cupped my face in his hands and took control. Passionately pushing his lips against mine and forcing me to keep up as we made out. I wasn't very good at it; the only other kiss I'd ever had was when I was fourteen and it was with a girl, I hadn't liked it very much. But THIS though, was incredible. The make out session was about two minutes of pure heaven before a camera flash interrupted us. "Got it!" Yelled one of Mark's goons as he waved his phone at someone in the crowd. I realized the picture had been of us as he ran back to the group. My stomach sank. "Say goodbye to being popular. I told Daniel." But he was still looking at me. The longing in his eyes was something I'd only dreamed about. "I think I'll manage." He said before pulling me back. I let him overtake me as he moved his hands to my back and pulled me against his firm chest. A newfound sensation soared through my breasts as they pressed against his. It took my breath away and turned me on at the same time. I wanted to lean back on the bench and let him fuck me right there. I pushed into him to let him know I didn't want to stop. We continued for a long time before he pulled away. "Amy was telling me there is a guest room upstairs that's empty." Daniel said breathlessly. Of course she was. "Want to check it out?" He continued. I nodded, not wanting to ruin the mood. I realized that everyone was looking at us and talking. I wondered what they could possibly be saying. Sneaking in the back door would be impossible with everyone watching so Daniel took my hand and we ran around the side and crept in through the garage. Several people were watching football on the couches but they had no idea we were there as we snuck up the stairs. "She said it's the last door on the left." He said quietly. "Why'd you get so specific with the directions?" I asked. "Because I didn't want to do anything with her. I wanted to know where it was so I could bring you up here." He didn't see the grin that stretched across my face. "Here." He said as he creaked the door open. The room itself was ordinary but in a rich sort of way. Amy's parents obviously had a lot of money. The bed was king sized and looked incredibly comfortable. Daniel locked the door. I began to speak but he pounced on me mid word, furiously making out with me and forcing me backwards towards the bed. It really was comfortable. I thought as I fell backwards into it. But not nearly as comfortable as Daniel following my fall. He was my warm heavy blanket as we kissed. I had never been more at peace. He gripped my right thigh and pulled my leg out. I took the hint and spread both my legs. As we made out he ground against me, my short shorts bundled up at the crotch and sent a chilling sensation through my whole body. I turned my head to breathe out and he began kissing my neck. Holy shit did it feel good. My neck had a direct conversation with my vagina and told her that she needed to be fucked this very instant. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, felling his hardening dick against my pussy. My pussy. It felt so good to be able to finally say that. It was my pussy. My clit he was rubbing against. My breasts he was now kissing. My amazing female body that was about to be fucked. It was all mine. I wrapped my fingers around his shirt and tugged, he helped me and slid out of his top. I realized we had been matching after all. His body was well built. I ran my hand up his pecks and he grabbed my fingers and held them there. This was a perfect moment. I wanted to cry. I was so incredibly happy. I stopped myself; there would be no crying now, only fucking. Daniel didn't bother with my shirt. He lifted himself off of me and unbuttoned my shorts. He sensed my hesitation as he began to pull them down. "What?" He asked. "I'm kind of self-conscious. I'm worried that I don't look... normal, down there." "Let me be the judge of that." He said as he slid my shorts and panties down past my ankles. With my legs free I spread them only wide enough for him to see, he studied me for a second. "Am I normal?" I asked. He smiled. "Better than." I moaned as he ran his tongue slowly up my pussy lips. Then he started lower and did it again. Slowly using his entire tongue to lick all the way to the top of my vagina. I'd masturbated before, but having someone else do it set a million more nerve endings on edge. I was easing into a comfort zone on his third slow lick when he quickly slid a finger into my vagina. I cried out. A billion sensations flew through my body at once, my back arched and my legs convulsed. It was the greatest sensation I'd ever felt. Daniel realized I was dry inside. He quickly overcame this problem by sucking on his finger for a moment, then he decided to suck on two fingers. I thought it'd be ready for the sensation again but with two fingers it was a whole other ballpark. My vagina stretched and my feet clenched up and my breath caught in my chest. It felt so good that I couldn't moan, I just stayed still and held my breath; not wanting to distract from the feeling. Kick Ass Cassie Pt. 01: Transition He moved his fingers around inside of me. My legs twitched to match every twitch of his fingers. As he sped up my lower back forced itself off of the bed. I moaned as he used his tongue to draw circles on my clit. If this kept up I would cum for sure. I felt the overwhelming pressure of an orgasm start to form. I wanted him inside of me more I could imagine. "I need you in me!" I shouted. Daniel continued to move his fingers as he reached into his pocket for something. He stood up and unzipped his pants. His beautiful dick bounced out, fully erect. He squeezed something into his hand and rubbed it on his erection. "Lube?" I asked. "I like to think ahead." "You fucking planned this!" "Since I first saw your picture." He answered. I pretended not to know what he was talking about. The image of him punching Mark turned me on even more. "Shut the fuck up and fucking fuck me." I demanded. Daniel smiled and leaned forward. He pulled my shirt down and sucked on my nipple as he slowly pushed his way into my vagina. The two fingers had not prepared me for this. Once again my body exploded as my vagina was stretched to new limits. The one thing my parents hadn't bought me was a dildo so all I'd used before were my fingers. I tried to scream but couldn't as all my breath caught in my throat. He pumped and pumped as my orgasm climaxed. A tsunami of sensations barreled through my body and I managed to let out a scream as I ran my nails down his back. There wasn't a muscle left unclenched in my body when I finished. Daniel pulled out and admired my frame while I caught my breath. His dick brushed against my clit and my body spasmed. I couldn't believe how good everything felt. He positioned himself next to me on the bed and wrapped his arm over me, pulling me close. "You didn't cum." I said. He kissed my head. "I will. You need a break first." "Who said that?" I said mischievously. "No?" He smiled. I pushed him over and rolled onto him, it was my turn. He let out a sexy groan as I slid myself down onto his dick. This was the best day of my life.