11 comments/ 20227 views/ 13 favorites Syren's Song By: kuroukiphoenyx THis is my first story involving this subject. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you for stopping by and as I always say, comments are not only welcome, but appreciated! Help me become a better writer! I had just stumbled into a bar, on the corner of 43rd St. and main, depression hitting me at the core of my soul. The consistency of my life had just taken a hard hit. I had gotten used to being invisible and no one really caring whether I lived or died. I was just another piece of cheese in the rat race. My entire being was getting up, eating, working, eating, and sleeping. I had gotten up that particular Monday morning, staring at my lifeless brown eyes surrounded by dark bags of insomnia. I got myself ready to go to work, making sure I put my 'happy face' on, and stepped out the door. When I got to work, I made sure I hugged everyone, joked and smiled at my students as I worked through the course of the day. The monotony of my day was broken when Bobby came into the teachers' lounge of a local high school I was running voice classes out of. He informed me that Demetrius, a guy I had a massive secret crush on, was extremely shy and wanted to go out on a date with me. I was shocked! Let me describe this fine man. To me he was the pure definition of man: Chocolate brown, 5 foot 7, 32 year old hunk of flexing muscle. He had eyes of black obsidian, with a hint of the young man within him. He rode to school every day on his bike, to keep himself in shape and he was a nerd. Like me! Unlike me, he was sex incarnate! I couldn't picture him actually liking someone like me. . My hair was always braided and some people said my eyes were dark amber. I had soft curves around my hips, stomach and arms. Yup, out of shape like no one's business and too comfortable to care. My skin, a light caramel was covered in scars. I had battled with psoriasis for about 15 years it covered at least 30 percent of my body and caused many guys to turn their heads in disgust. I was used to it, having through bouts with emotional and physical abuse from my youth, developed strong shoulders and shields However, \not everyone can be strong all the time. Bobby pulled me out in the hall, while Demetrius had walked by and the embarrassment began. "I think you guys are nice people and should at least try to date! You both have so much in common and are too shy! Come on man, do it! Do it for me!" I was flashed back to when I was in middle school when I was a kid. This same situation was playing out the same way. In my heart, I was already prepared for the outcome. Bending over, Demetrius whispered, "I'll do it man, I gave my word that I would. It just has to be one date right?" This guy didn't want me. No guy wanted me. I didn't fit what they wanted. In Demetrius's eyes, I saw the same. Patting my hand on his shoulder, I patted him on the shoulder, smiling to hide my embarrassment "Listen, I know you gave your word, but if you don't want to, you don't have to. It's okay. I know I'm not your type. If we do it this way, your word is intact and you can go forward in your life." I patted him, smiled and walked away, my heart, once strong enough to deal with this, shattering in pieces. After I got off of work, I didn't even go home. I drove around in a daze, ending up in this bar called Candy Shop. I was so tired of struggling to make ends meet. I was tired of coming home to an empty house and empty bed. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a shot of cherry vodka and took it straight. The bartender didn't blink when I said one more. As she walked away, I pulled out my list, placing a check by 'Get drunk' and proceeded to do just that. Davona's side: The tears were a dead giveaway that something was wrong with this woman beside me. No whimper. Just tear after tear falling down her face, diluting the vodka I had just given her. I had never seen her before and I'm pretty sure she didn't know she was in a gay bar. Indicating that she wanted another shot, I poured, but started to watch her throughout the night. I saw her pull this paper out, mark something down, and then place it in her pants. It was a dreary Monday night, it wasn't too busy and all my familiars were in. Eventually she staggered to the bathroom, keeping to the wall to not disturb anyone. As she came out, one of my regulars, Melanie reached over and grabbed her, dragging her to the dance floor, rubbing her body all over her. Finally shaken out of her haze, I saw the girl struggle to get out of her grip, but Melanie was one of the trouble makers. She was a stout 5 foot 10, butch and loved breaking in new comers. I had to put a stop to this shit right now. As I walked over, I heard the girl sobbing, whispering 'No' under her breath and Melanie giving her promises of making her feel good, a sly cocky look on her face. "Let her go, you crazy dyke!" I grabbed the girl's arm, wrenching her out of Melanie's grasp. "Come on, man, you know she was asking for it! All my women want to be with me!" Melanie reared back and before she could get a punch off, Darien, another one of my regulars, grabbed her and held her. "You need to back off, Melanie and go find you an actual slut." Darien dragged a furious Melanie off into another part of the bar. I turned to see the girl on her knees, heaving and trying to breathe at the same time. Asking one of my waiters for help, I got one side and we both carried the now passed out woman into my office. My office acted as a second home so if I was too tired some nights I could stagger in here, so it was pretty furnished. As I told Walter to work on closing for the night, I began to look at this woman. Her face was crusted with snot and tear tracks. Her lip, crusted with blood. It seemed like she wanted to cry so hard she bit on her lip to keep her screams of anguish to herself. I went to the bathroom and washed her down, stripping her down to her camisole and panties. I laid her down on my sleeper sofa and draped a blanket over her. After closing the bar down, I went back into the office, finished my receipts for the night and shut the lights off. Walking over to the couch where she slept, I stroked my hand over her face. I didn't even know this woman and my heart was breaking over her. Sighing to myself, I walked to my bedroom to get ready to sleep. As I walked by her clothes, I saw a piece of paper on the floor. Opening it, I began to read.... Letter to mom and dad....check. Letter to family.....check. Letter to pastor......check. Get drunk......check. Have sex....... I stared at the woman on the couch. What was she planning to do once this list was complete? Syren's side: First thing to learn about getting drunk: Waking up hurts. Especially if there is a light in your face. My mouth tasted like cotton, I felt like the 713 bus forgot something and ran back over me and to top it off, I was hungry. I didn't want to move till I felt the need. Looking down at myself, I didn't recognize this blanket. Or this couch. Or this room. Where the hell was I? Flashes of last night played like an old movie flick as it showed me the girl grabbing on me, rubbing her drunken ass all over me and someone coming to save me. Who was this person? I saw my clothes over on the chair and began to put them on, trying to figure out where I was. I had some things I needed to get done today so that at the end of the week I'd be finished. Leaving a note, telling whoever it was thank you, I started to sneak out. "Where do you think you're going?" I flinched as I turned around and was met with a statuesque beauty: cream colored skin, at least six inches taller than me, fire red hair and deep green eyes full of mystery. She was wrapped in a black kimono style robe and carried herself with such pride that I felt dwarfed in her presence. Trembling, I waited for the blow to land. "No thank you or anything?" This goddess asked me. "I tried to leave you a thank you letter on the desk over there. I wanted to thank you, Miss..." I quivered. Second rule of being drunk: Words elude you. Putting two and two together in your head always came up hot dog. "Davona dear. And be glad you didn't leave. I had my alarm set and the cops would have been on you for sure." I saw her left eyebrow cock upward. I smacked myself in the head. Ouch. Third rule of being drunk: Face palm is a no no. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not usually this ditzy. Last night was the first time I got drunk in my life and I guess I shouldn't do it again huh?" Laughing nervously, I was looking for a look of emotion from her. Smile. Frown. Make a funny face something! Chuckling to herself, she said, "Well next time you come to my bar, come with some friends so when this happens you got help, okay? I cringed. . "So, shall we have breakfast before you leave today? I bet you're hungry." Her smile looked like it lit up a room. I didn't want to be any more of a bother than I already was, so I started to tell her no. I say started because she rushed forward, grabbing me by the wrist....ow... and strode over to the kitchen. Man I had to run to keep pace with her long flowing legs. Siting me down at the table, she began to put some things together. "You need some help? I could probably assist." I wanted to help, but she shook her head. "You're probably still a little bit dizzy so I want you to relax. Tell me about yourself." Davona said as she put a cup of coffee on. I told her I was a private music teacher, working with a couple of middle and high schools all through Savannah I had two sisters, a brother and a few nieces and nephews. I was single, no prospects but living life to the fullest. I had to keep some type of facade up. As she began to beat the eggs, she started by saying that she owned this bar, had only one brother and traveled up to Maine every winter to visit her family. She was single as well and not really looking for anyone. As she put her dish in the oven, she grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with me. "What were you doing at my bar? You do realize this is an 'alternative bar' right?" Davona calmly sipped her coffee, waiting for a response from me. "N-n-n-o...I didn't. I thought that girl was drunk and just grabbed the closest thing to her." I replied, trying to make the trembling stop. Davona reached towards my hands and squeezed. "Okay honey, calm down. Follow in breath with me." I focused on her breathing. Inhale three seconds, exhale three. Inhale. Exhale. Eventually the tremors stopped and I could focus again. Davona focused her eyes on me, rubbing my hands the entire time. Like she was trying to read me. Too close. Too close. I slowly released her hands. "Listen, I thank you for breakfast but really I'm fine. I have some things to do today anyway and I know you do as well." I hurried to the door, waiting on her to disarm the alarm. Davona took a deep breath and got up to honor my request. "Can I have your number? Maybe we could get together sometime this week?" She asked, cautious to my plight. I quickly jotted it down, anything to get out of the beautiful person's home. She would forget me anyway. They all do. Davona's side: As Syren left, I glanced down at the paper with her number, holding it close. How long did I have? Then again, maybe it's not for me to save her. Shrugging, I proceeded to finish dressing in my steel gray slacks, soft white blouse and matching pumps. Tying my ruby red hair in a bun, I finished silver hoops and a dragon pendant hovering over my 40 D breasts. A little make up and I'm on my way to meet clients who wanted to rent my club for an up and coming artist's CD release party. As the lunch meeting went on, my thoughts kept going back to Syren and the note I had found. What did this woman go through to bring her to such a decision? She had family and friends, things that I had always wanted. I was successful, but I trusted no one. Only a few people knew that I was a pre-op transsexual and had initially started off my life as David. When my parents found out that I had been dressing up as a girl behind closed doors through high school, they had hit the roof. They had left for a weekend getaway. Since I was seventeen years old, they would call every once now and again to check to see if I was safe. My mom had suddenly gotten ill and cut the trip short. When they came home, they found me with his hair tied back, in brown lace camisole and bikini set, makeup that I had borrowed from my mom and nude stocking feet. When the shock had worn down, my father went in a rage and my poor mom dropped to her knees. Weeping and whispering, she kept saying 'God why my son.' over and over again. My father told me to get my real clothes on and before my father could do anything, I ran past my father to my room to dress and pack. "David, please. Can we talk about this?" My father's gruff voice spoke from the other side of the door. I remember I was still stuck in fight or flight mode but eventually I calmed down. Later on in the evening, around dinner time, a knock came to the front door. Rev. Oleander from their church came by with a few pamphlets for me. "Son, I understand that this is a very confusing time for you in life, but I want you to know, God loves you and is here for you. Now if you will start packing, we can get underway." Rev. Oleander had this fake smile that let me know his intentions were not good. You see, Rev. Oleander was known in the community as a 'gay converter'. He spoke of the evils of homosexuality and even had a camp built for counseling the 'confused' and 'corrupt' to correct members of society. A couple of my friends had went to these 'camp sessions' and when they came back were like religious zombies, quoting scripture. "David, it's for the best dear. We love you very much." My mom and dad sat at the table with check in hand. Looking across their faces, I knew nothing was up for discussion as I went to my room. As I packed solemnly, my head started to spin. I wanted out but had to think. I had at least three hundred dollars saved up and could survive maybe doing jobs on the side. Maybe...just maybe. So I decided to make plans and bide my time. Once we got to the camp I started seeing people from different walks of life as we were all gathered in one room. Rev. Oleander got up on the podium and began to spew his disdain for the America be knew being desecrated by all who chose not to be heterosexual. He spoke of the effects on the 'traditional American family', claiming that what we were the reason that over fifty percent of American families went through divorce, abuse, suicides and rape, all because we had allowed the Devil to confuse us on who we were. He said it was the church's duty to save us from a burning hell and that he was our savior. I felt such a sick feeling deep in my stomach because of all the shame my choice. A couple of weeks into our 'rehabilitation', I started to realize some things. They would lecture us daily that our fathers and their lack of time with us was the reason why most guys wanted to change their sexual identity. The classes became a brutal show and tell as we were forced to tell what we had done to end up at this place. As I stood before the group, my reason behind why I was who I was became clear to me for the first time in my then limited life. I dress because it makes me feel beautiful and more assured. Once that settled into my soul that was the extra support I needed to get through. They tried shock therapy, where they would show the guys gay or tranny porn and if we got erections, we were given a quick jolt. Pavlov's training at its finest. We had to go to confessional once a day where we told our sins to Rev. Oleander and he would look at me as if I was a piece of shit on his shoes. Even with all of this going on, I still held on to who I was. Biding my time....Biding my time. That time came a week later when as I slept, I heard Rev. Oleander wake up one of my bunk mates and walked with him to the door. The next day I saw Kevin as he walked around the camp. Usually he was happy and chipper, but like all of us, as the weeks went by, became quieter and more withdrawn. Today though, he didn't want to be touched by anyone. Around supper time and roll call was happening, Kevin's name kept being called. He didn't answer. I was approached by one of the counselors and he asked me to follow him back to our room to check on him. Kevin was there alright. Suspended from a beam from the ceiling. Swinging to and fro. Dead. The camp was in an uproar after that. Kevin's dad, that just so happened to be a Senator for Georgia at that time, put all his political weight on this situation and eventually we were all rescued from this 'gay bashing' concentration camp. My mother and father came to pick me up and I couldn't even look at them in the face. Rev. Oleander was found guilty along with several other counselors for rape, sodomy, and fraud. The FBI had found out that Rev. Oleander was taking tapes of his 'sessions' with select children and keeping them in his private collection and using the monies from the camp to run an illegal sex tape empire. We would get restitution for what we suffered but that was a hell of a lot for me to deal with as I went into my senior year. I saved the money from the court case and after I graduated from college, I moved to Savannah, Georgia and began to work at the Candy Shop, purchasing it later when the owner decided he wanted to retire. Reflecting back on who I was now, I was still haunted the nights I slept by the shadow of my friend, hanging from his belt noose. I didn't want to see that happen with Syren. Syren's side: Going back to my apartment, I grabbed my PS 2 and began to play a game I couldn't remember because my thoughts were wrapped up in my body's response to Davona. Maybe that's why I couldn't find anyone. Was I a lesbian? I was raised in church and taught that those who had thoughts like mine burned in eternal fire. No. No. I can't feel this way. She was like this sensual creature, like God had sent this angel of mercy to shine into my poisoned heart. Would she call me? My hope, long forgotten began to inflame in me, as if it was trying to give me a reason to live. My realism and my cynicism were too much. No one could love me. I couldn't love myself. The next day, I was sitting in one of my favorite Italian bistros, Simple Tastes, working on a solo for one of my students. She was an exceptional seventh grade student, mezzo soprano, beautiful range in voice and she wanted to sing Danza, Danza Fanciulla Gentile by Franchesco Durante. I was working different ways for her to train her voice to jump and stay steady when Davona entered into my life, one more time. She strutted through the doors of the bistro, this time dressed in an emerald green sundress, cute brown sandals that showed her red painted toenails, glancing around for a seat. Wow, she was a knockout! It wasn't hard to find one since it was dead time, two p.m. I saw her talking to one of the waitresses as she placed her order. There she was again. What the hell is wrong with me? Normal people don't stare at others. Oh god, she saw me! Dip your head and act like you're working hard! Act natural! Davona's side: I had only seen Syren once and this one I didn't recognize. Her glasses were square framed to match her caramel complexion, dark coal eyes and turned up nose. Her reddish brown braids formed a border around her oval face. She was dressed in a cream colored blouse, sapphire dress slacks and boots. She looked like a scholar. She looked focused on something. I wanted to grab her attention so as I raised my hand to wave, she saw me and dropped her head. Aww. So shy. I decide to ask the waitress to put my order on her table and walked over to see what she was doing. Syren's Song "So...we meet again. How are you feeling, Syren?" She blushed. "I'm doing great! I've been working with this piece of music for a while and kind of people watching. I know, nerdy right? How have you been?" "Well, I've been working with a couple of projects but sometimes I got to get out into the sun! This bistro carries Tiramisu, one of my favorite desserts. What is yours?" We began to chat about the upcoming elections, where we stood on certain things and about life in general. She had such deep insight about the philosophy of living life without bonds and she kept encouraging me to continue to fly free. I could see that this was the true Syren. She was so wise and I could just talk to her all day. I was working up the courage to ask her to dinner so us girls could just hang out and see the sights. That's when I saw her confidence fade. She got quiet on me. "Or we could just hang at my house. I just want to get to know you. You look like you're a pretty cool chick." I really wanted Syren to come home with me. I wanted to talk to her and let her know she wasn't alone in this universe. "I have some things I got to do today before I lay this body down, so I'm going to have to pass on this today. Maybe next time?" Cocking my head to the side, I had to reel her in. "Well how about we do them together? I just want dinner. That's it. No side bets or anything." I held my breath waiting for a response. "Well I need to go home and change..." "That's fine! I could follow you and we could ride in my car. It saves gas and I know this is weird, but I really want to get to know you." She stared at me, her mouth ajar. I reached across the table and softly closed it, brushing her kissable lips with my thumb. I felt this shiver down in my gut. What was it about this girl? It couldn't be just the letter. Breathing deeply, she nodded. "Great! Are you ready?" Finishing my coffee, we paid our bill and got ready to leave. Syren's Side: How the hell did she know I was here? Oh my God! Is she a stalker? Is she, wait, I told her where one of my favorite foods that morning. Rule number four about getting drunk. Your drunken mind will lie to your sober one. want this woman to follow me? I mean, I rarely know her, but she did take care of me in my hour of need. Once she sees my apartment, she'll change her tune. As I get into my trusty Ford Escort, I see her get into a black chromed out BMW. Her standards must be higher. She'll get bored of me easily. She looks like she has a lot of money and with that comes a high opinion of one's self. She dresses very well and me? Well, I'm a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. I work so many hours with the kids that I rarely went out. As we approached my apartment, it's a beautiful cloudless day and kids are playing in the park across from the complex. I see all the moms are out with their kids having play dates and couples walking hand in hand with each other. You tend to pay attention to that a lot when you are alone like I was, and now that was being broken into by Davona. I would enjoy this time for once. Waiting for her to park, I showed her into my apartment. Now, I am an anime collecting, video game playing, and book hording nerd. My apartment is my get away from life where I can enjoy fantasy after fantasy. As I showed Davona around, I showed her where my kitchen was, just in case she wanted to drink something while I took a shower and changed. "I loved playing Final Fantasy when I was a kid. Wow! You have all of them?" Davona spoke in wonder as I glanced over my shoulder. "Yea! I've got them all except for 11 and 12." "Why not those two?" I can't believe she was interested? "Well, 11 was online and I don't do much on line role playing, and 12...well...let's just say 12 my brother has it." I chuckled, laughing at a memory of me throwing 12 at my brother in law. He had interrupted me in the middle of a boss battle and when I lost it, I threw the game at him as he ran out the room laughing out loud. Leaving Davona to look at my massive collections, I went to shower. Part of me was happy that she wanted to spend time with me, but the cynical part of me wanted to argue that she was just making conversation. God, I'm tired of these battles. Finishing my shower, I went to go get dressed. Walking out of my room, I was shocked. She was still looking at my book collection. In fact, she was holding one of my favorite books, a collection of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. I didn't want to break her fascination but I wanted to get going. "So, what do you think?" "Poe has been one of my favs ever since I was a kid. I just kind of....what are you wearing?" I was dressed in a Vampire Hunter D t shirt, with black jeans, flared out at the ankles and black army boots. Nothing wrong with that, right? "Do you ever dress like a woman? I mean, you look like a guy." That statement placed another crack in my once stable, now steadily crushing wall. "With all due respect, not everyone owns a bar and makes money hand over fist like you. I struggle with my finances mam and I don't have the extra reasons or incentive to dress up or 'look like a woman'. You know what? I don't have to go anywhere with you. Thank you for the other night, but I think you need to go." I grabbed her arm, and frog marched her out of my apartment. I was so angry; I never went out to 'handle my business'. I stayed inside, popped in Soul Caliber proceeded to take out my anger on my poor opponent. Davona's Side: I still have her Poe book. I wanted to give the Poe book back to her but I figured I might need to give her some cooling time. Going back home, I thought about all of the stuff I saw at Syren's apartment. She seemed to me like a really quirky individual with picture after picture of her beautiful family. She had Japanese pictures, cherry blossoms and a bonsai tree. It was like she was trying to cram Japan into her apartment. She had most of my favorite authors, Andrews, Tolkien, White and so on. She had books involving chemistry and cooking techniques. She had books involving different philosophies. She was wonderful. For some reason though, she didn't see herself that way. I didn't mean to offend her. It just shocked me that I dressed up more like a woman than she did. From what I saw in the restaurant to what I saw in the apartment was such a 360, I didn't know what happened between shifts of personality. I put off thoughts about her and went back to the club to finalize orders. It was Thursday when I actually decided to see her again. I had tried everything in that time to shake her out of my mind. I had a hook up with of my guy friends who loved to see me in a dress. As we were kissing, Jace was caressing my body, licking his soft pink lips against my Adams apple and I all I could think about is how would Syren's lips feel there. Jace wasted no time going under my skirt and pulling out my seven inch throbbing cock. As he began to stroke, I imagined it was Syren's hand, touching my body. I grasped Jace's hand and pulled away. "What's the matter baby? Wasn't I making you feel good?" Jace glared at me, a shocked look on his face. We had been friends with benefits for so long that I had to tell him the truth. I told him about how we met and how she was mad at me because of a fuck up on my end. I finally made up my mind to call her and at least return the book. I could only hope that it would open a path of communication between us. This needed to be resolved. Syren's side: I had talked to my attorney and finalized my will and testament. I had prepared a tape with well wishes to all my friends and family and instructions on what to do with my ashes. I had it all planned out. I had been saving all of my sleep pills over the course of the months, wanting to go into a deep sleep. I was so tired of the pain. Waking up every day was becoming more of a hassle for me and I just didn't care anymore. Just two more days and it will all be over. I get a call from Davona, informing me that she had my missing Poe book and that she was coming over to give it back. Well, I should see her one more time. Plus, I wanted to leave this plane in peace. I heard a knock from the bathroom. Putting my stash away, I went to open the door and let her in. Davona held the book in her hand and asking her to take a seat; I wanted to know if she wanted coffee or tea. Grabbing the sweet tea from my fridge, I poured us each a glass and went to sit down in front of her. One awkward moment after another passed before she spoke. "I'm sorry about what I said before. I...I spoke out of turn and I'm sorry. " "Listen Davona, that's okay. I...I just wasn't feeling well and like I said, you came to my rescue so if anything, I should be sorry for snapping on you." I shifted over next to her and gave her a big hug. Yea, I know. I like hugs. She hugged me back and as we backed away, I began to stare. Caught up in whatever mystery was going on, I felt this raging need to kiss her. I've never kissed a woman and barely have kissed a guy, so when my lips found hers; I hesitated, testing if it was okay. The second kiss came just as soft as the first. I could hear my pulse in my ears. What was I doing? She had this look in her eyes, like I could see forever. I wanted to kiss her again, but what if? I backed away, but she caught me with her hand. She leaned into kiss me, soft, caressing, sensual with no use of tongue. Her lips moved as smooth as water, rolling into the tide of my soul. The hairs stood up as she caressed my neck, holding me close. When it ended, we held that moment, afraid to break it. Davona leaned over again, hungry this time, sweeping me away in her storm. Positioning me below her, she kissed my neck, licking and biting as she descended. Should I stop her? Every part of my body was screaming, 'Please touch me! Please touch me!' She stopped, her hands quaking to touch my breasts through my shirt and she looked up at me. My god, she wants this. "Is it okay if I touch you? I won't go any further than you want." Panting, I thought I didn't have enough oxygen in my brain to make a decision but my body sure did. "Please Davona? Please?" Lifting up my t shirt, I cringed inside. Unbuckling my black bra, she stared at my 44 D chest. With a groan, she leaned in and began to suck on my left breast, tweaking my right nipple with her manicured nails. I could feel myself get wetter every minute. My body had never felt like this before and I wanted more. The fact that she was a woman went straight out the window. Her touch was all that mattered. Switching over to my other breast, she gave them the same treatment. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, something....That's when she got on her knees and I saw her take off her black silk shirt, staring at me like I was a feast. Then her beige bra released such a bounty of her breast. I sat up, to give her the same treatment she gave me, but she pushed me down, shaking her head as she released her bun. She began to unbutton my pants and remove them. Now she would see all of me. Lifting my leg to the couch, she whispered, "Keep it there." and began to lick and suck my clit. Now I had a little hair on my pussy and figured it was a turn off. Her long tongue flowed into my hole, licking all the way up, playing in the folds of my lips and sucking all the way through. Her hand continued to play with my breasts as she held me in a sensual thrall. I didn't even have time to warn her about my orgasm as it hit me like a freight train. I couldn't even scream. It was like all my senses turned off except for touch. My mouth hung wide open, drool coming down my face. It felt like a power surge went right through me. Finally my body calmed down from the greatest feeling I had felt in a long time....with a woman...Oh Shit! She went to kiss me again and I responded. I didn't taste too bad, especially on her lips. I should do...something. "Shall I taste you, Davona?" I wanted to...no I had to. I had to make her feel just as well as I did at that moment. Saying no, she got up to freshen up in my bathroom. After I pointed to her which room it was, I collapsed on the couch. NOONE had ever made me feel that way. Instead of questioning it, I just went with the flow. After enjoying my moment, I had a thought of clarity: Wait! She might see my bag of meds! Fuck! I jumped up to run towards the bathroom to see if she had found my stash. Davona's Side: I was so turned on by what we had just done, that I had to cum. Moaning her name, it only took a couple of strokes and I shot off shot after shot into a crumpled up ball of toilet paper. Clenching my teeth in my fist, I kept my grunts as quiet as I could, but man it felt so good! My--- Dropping the paper in the toilet to flush, I see a bag poking out from under the toilet basin. Looking closer, I notice a bag full of Triazolam. I knew that was a sleeping pill, but so many. Alarms ran through my head as the door swung open and there Syren was. I had not put up my dick yet and I was crouched in her bathroom looking at her stuff. Lucy? You got some splanin to do. Syren stared at me, shock radiating through her frame. "Who the hell are you? Are you a man or a woman? This is like some fucked up Cowboy Bebop shit!" She dropped to her knees, finding it hard to breathe. "Does this mean I'm a lesbian? Am I straight? What...." Hugging herself close, her body began to quake with tears. Gathering myself, I crouched down and held her for countless minutes on end till she finally calmed down. "Syren, can we talk?" Like a zombie, she got up and we proceeded back to her leather couch. She looked defeated. Shoulders slumped over, hands clasped together like she was holding on to some idea of sanity, she spoke.... "What are you, Davona?" Syren's Side: Seeing her.....him.....she...it...what? Questions rang through my head as I saw her dick hanging from her clothes. I have friends who are male to female and female to male transsexuals but this had NEVER happened to me. Part of me wanted to throw up, part of me wanted to run, part of me wanted to throw her out, and part of me wanted her to hold me. I felt like all the energy had leaked out of my body and I was a husk of my former self. "Who are you, Davona?" She explained to me that she was formerly David, going into what happened to him when he was younger, being caught by his parents, the 'gay concentration/conversion camp and what happened when the court case broke through. I seemed to recall that on the news. She told me then how afterwards, she moved, began her own business, and began hormone treatments to become more of how she saw herself. Only a few people knew of her past and now I knew too. I was floored. "I want to be with you, Syren. As a friend or as a lover but I want you to know you're not alone in this world." She placed her hands on mine. I couldn't decide on anything like this. Not like it mattered anyway. T minus two days to go. "Could you go please, Davona? I need to think." I threw up my walls. Shattered as they may be, they still did some good. "Can I see you tomorrow night, Syren? Come to my club, please? I'll take care of you." "Sure." I wanted to get drunk again anyway. At least my last few hours could be filled with happiness and smiles. When she left, I went to go check on my stash. It was still where I left it. Good. Davona's Side: Friday nights at the Candy Shop is always exciting. Dance floor loaded down all mix of people, releasing the stress of a long week into the darkness. All worries seemed to disappear and dissipate in the realm of dance and sex. Watching from my bar, my only concern was Syren. Would she come tonight or would I have to go to her? I couldn't love her already. Right? Around eleven, the DJ on deck starts playing Deepest Blue from the group of the same name. With the drive of the bass of the Benny Benassi mix thrown in, the bodies wavering in tandem, I see her come through the door. All my bouncers know who she looks like and know to let her in. What I see blows every definition of what I thought Syren was. Her braids wafting around her shoulders, she wore a wicked blood red leather camisole, jagged cuts to and fro, flowing into a wicked black leather skirt, short enough to be decent and her creamy caramel body glittered from head to toe, finishing off with Patent leather high heal lace up boots that went to her knees. The only accents she wore were sliver studded earrings, her diamond crusted wing tipped dragon necklace and one sliver ring. Damn. Now that is a woman. Kicking myself in the ass, I called my boy Brian to watch the bar so I could catch her before she left. She kind of looked lost. Here I come dear. Syren's side: I wasn't going to go yo the club, but I wanted one happy moment. So I threw off all my cares and boundaries, determined to make this one for the history books as they say. Over the crowd of revelers, I saw Davona. Spinning the bottle all Tom Cruise like, she mixed her drinks with wit and precision. She was happy being who she was. After I had rationalized with myself that who was I to judge her, I wanted this to be a happy moment. I saw the look on her face when she saw me appear. How could she tell? It was dark. Almost like she was looking forward to me showing up. Davona ran over to me, not wasting any time. She drew me in her arms, holding me close. "I'm so glad you could make it, Syren! You look great!" I dropped my head, blushing deeply. Davona caressed my chin, drawing my lips to her. Soft, tender and tantalizing, she caressed my lips with hers, drawing my eyes to hers as she released me. "Don't ever look down again. Hold your head high. Always." She kept caressing my face like I was her treasure. No. I belonged to no one. All I had to do was hold this facade. Taking my hand, she drew me to the dance floor as the notes for The Perfect Drug by NIN blasted over the amps, I realized..... Davona was the perfect drug. No bounds around us, we faded into our own erotic dance of call and receive. My body called for her attention, grinding and thrusting my hips as my skirt swayed free. Closer and closer to her lips. I had to taste. Wrapped up in the primal beat, I crushed my lips to hers, needing her. She reached under my skirt finding a little surprise. No Underwear. Grasping my ass in her large hands, she ground us closer, slapping my cheeks in tandem with the beat. My clit on fire, I know she could tell my juice leaking down my legs. I didn't care. I wanted this. Reaching under her pink mini skirt, I copied her. I wanted to see it all and feel it all and damn it if she kept going with this, I was going to cum on the dance floor. Davona must have noticed my body trembling, so close to a release. She switched to where my pussy rubbed against her creamy skin. Shit, that lit my body on fire! By then we weren't even dancing, more or less dry or wet fucking on the dance floor. Leaning over in my ear, over the pulse of the music, I could hear her command. "Cum." And man did I. I felt the pulse of the music, the energy of the people and the lust run through me as my scream melded with the music, a fourth note added in melody throughout. I could see Davona looking at me, her eyes clouded in want. She dragged me back to her office/room and it was a clash of lips and teeth. I could kind of catch that she had an A style shirt that sparkled 'Sexy' but that was quickly discarded as the rest of our clothes came off. Davona placed her shaking hand on my shoulder, anticipation running rampant through the room. "I don't want you to regret this, Syren." I sat there dazed. How could I forget this feeling? I had felt more like a woman in the past few hours then I had my entire life and I would regret this? Leaning in, I kissed her again. Syren's Song "Please, Davona/" The nervous energy burned away, she led me back to her bed room. Davona's side: I was determined. I wanted to show her how much I wanted her. When she came on my leg on the dance floor, I was so torn with bending over and licking her that I had to get her alone. I had to drink from her. Drawing my Gingham comforter off the bed I laid her down. "Could I see everything?" Syren stared at me, foundling her breast. I had to take a deep breath to keep from being a beast. Lying beside her, I held myself back as she kissed and bit over my lips, my neck, and my breasts. Oh, man. She sucked my breasts like she wanted me to feed her. My cock was creaming all over my stomach. When her hand brushed against it, I saw her stare. Taking all I had to offer in, I could see her deciding in her head. "You don't have to....AAAAAH!" Giving me no chance to respond, she engulfed my dick, dipping her tongue in the piss slit and caressing my head. Oh, this is going to be a good one. She alternated between sucking my breasts and my dick till I could feel the need to cum close. But this night was for her. Prying her warm mouth from my dick, I turned her over on her back, hand cuffing her hands to the bed railings. Confused, she looked up, tugging. Cutting the light on, I could see all of her. Every cut, bruise, burn, nick as it covered her skin. Trapped with no were to go, her eyes became moist. "We both have secrets, Syren. I don't see a marred body. I see someone exquisite, sexy, and sensual. Let me love you." I began to follow the path of tears from her eyes to her cheeks, pressing my body against her soft flesh. I bit further down her neck, licking and sucking her sweat. Pressing her bountiful breasts together, I began my feast. Her long nipples beckoning to me, I sucked, absorbing the moans from Syren to my body. Pressing further, I went towards my goal. Her glistening pussy was a little hairy, but I didn't mind. Diving in, I went to her clit and my Syren sung for me a song of desire. "Oh, Davona! Right there! Right there! Help! Oooooooh!" Latching to her clit, my tongue dove in as she quaked beneath me, finally getting a chance to drink. I was so hard; any movement could set me off. "Please Davona! I want you inside of me! Fuck me!" Now how could I deny that? Placing her ankles over my shoulders, I thrust into her wet cavern. She was so tight; it gripped me like she was still a virgin. I was trying to pause to give her time to adjust but apparently she had other plans. "Pound me into the mattress! Do it! Do it!" Pulling her legs as wide as they could go, I pressed on. Bending her knees past her ears, I made her take it. This animal awoke in me, wanting to claim her as my own. Further down I pressed till I felt her walls. I wanted to cum so bad, I was looking control. She looked at me with those brown pools like I was hers. And I wanted to be. "Cum in me, Davona...." My body answered her Siren call as I unloaded all my cum into her body. I felt like I gave her everything I had. Collapsing, I dropped to the side, and held her close. I wanted to tell her l loved her, but maybe it was too early? Our bodies slowly gave away to sleep. Syren's side: Waking up in Davona's arms felt like heaven. My heart rejoiced but my mind cursed me. You found love in the arms of a woman. This is why I had to say good bye to this world. I was tired of these battles. I just couldn't be happy. With all my sorrow, this goddess around me would absorb it and then be tainted. I couldn't let that happen. Still hearing the thumping of the club, I slid out of bed, and watched as avona reached for me. Whispering that I had to go to the bathroom, I snuck out of the room into the hall, gathering my clothes as I went. Going to the bar to get a shot of vodka, I slipped out the door. I had a terrible life, but a wonderful end. Rushing to my car, I began my last drive home. Davona's side: I reached out to touch Syren and she was gone. Gone? What? I shot out of bed, grabbing my clothes in a hurry. Brian, the guy I had left to tend the bar, said she had left around twenty minutes ago. Fear gripped my heart as I asked him to come with me. I'd probably get in trouble for what I was about to do, but I need to save her! Driving to her apartment, I hastily jumped out of the car, Brian at my heels. Running to her door, I banged. No one answered. Brian told me to back up and he began to slam into the door. We were waking the neighbors with their SHUT THE FUCK UP and I'M CALLING THE POLICE! Shouts in the hall, but I didn't care. Syren's life was at stake. As the door busted through, I ran, looking through every room. I found her, laying in the bath, some of the pills scattered to and fro. Her eyes glassy, a lazy smile on her face. "NO DAMN IT! DON'T LEAVE ME SYREN! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!" Syren's side: I could hear them banging, but it was too late. The drugs were working their magic and I felt no pain. Finally. Years of suffering over. I could have peace. Then I saw Davona rush in, tears around her face. The guy from the club I saw on the phone. Probably calling 911. No. I want to feel no more pain. Davona gathered me into her arms, screaming at me not to leave this world. I had to though. I was tired. "I can be free, Davona. Everyone can be happy now that I am about to leave this plane." She looked at me, tears in her eyes, shuddering, "Syren, I would be sad. I would be sad without you. I AM SAD without you! Please, don't leave me!" Damn it. I made her cry. The last thing I thought as I lapsed into darkness. Davona's Side: We got her to the hospital soon enough to have her stomach pumped and she was put on suicide watch. I had seen her cell phone on the bed and called her family . They rushed over without delay and in the darkness of the waiting room; you could hear the sounds of sadness and shock. Everyone thought Syren was happy. She was so strong in front of others and never showed weakness. In the end, she was weaker than all of us, but strong enough to carry our burdens. Hell, she made me love again. I loved her. I told her parents that as I stood in my butterfly sun dress. I think they were still wrapped in shock to give any response. All of us sat in the waiting room for hours till finally Dr. Turnhill came out to tell us the news. "She is going to be okay, but I'm going to prescribe that she see a psychiatrist and once she wakes, I will release her under supervision of family. Luckily there was no damage that we can see, because we caught this early, but we don't know if there are any long term effects. Now, I have some paperwork I need for someone to sigh over. Syren's mom and dad stepped over and handled everything. All of us hugged each other, relief setting over a once tense room. Since Syren's parents were retired, they decided to move into Syren's apartment and watch over her. My Syren had become a shell. She was here but not here. She mumbled to herself over and over again that she couldn't forgive herself for all the pain she had put her family through. She spent most of her time sleep, deep locked in a depressive state. I had talked to her parents about how we met and I made it my business to go to work at the bar and come to Syren's apartment afterwards. Seeing past my dress, they saw me as a person. A person who loved their daughter. A month after the event (we didn't want to name it), one of her voice students had been begging to come by her house to practice Danza, Danza. She was set to be involved in her first state competition and even with help from the substitute teacher, she wanted Syren. Syren, had been in bed when she came by, staring out at the window. She was determined to see Syren and with her mom's permission I asked her something. "Maybe you could sing that song for us?" Perking up, she stood her body in honed position and began... "Danza, Danza Fanciulla, al mio cantor, danza, danza, fanciulla, gentille, al mio cantor....." Powering through note after note, we soon realized how talented this girl was. Finishing in such an up tempo, all we could do was applaud. Her mom's face was beaming, but the girl's eyes were looking all over for her teacher. All of a sudden, we heard a shuffle out into the hallway. Syren was walking towards the girl. Opening her mouth, she began to sing Danza, Danza, but slower. Her student followed, in perfect pitch. "Now Daniella, remember how we make this difficult? You take the lead, and I will follow." What we heard next was a mix of mezzo soprano and alto, Daniella with her lithe dancing notes and Syren with her lower grounded pace, both painted a picture of two people dancing together dancing around a maypole. As the song ended, there was a roar of applause. Apparently, the neighbors could hear as well. Daniella ran over to give her teacher a big hug. I knew Syren loved big hugs. "Thank you, Ms. Syren! Thank you!" Daniella hugged with all her might. "NO, my child. Thank you." Syren held the young one close. Music had always been her first love and once again, it had called to her from the breach. Syren began seeing a psychiatrist soon after this breakthrough. I went to every meeting that I could and when she came back home, I had dinner waiting. At night, she would sleep in her bed and I would sleep on the couch. After a couple of weeks, her improvement was so great, her parents went home, but continued to call and check. Her sisters would ride by and spend time with her. This is what she needed. The chance to let someone in. One night she went to bed and I went to couch. It was hell on my back, but I didn't want to leave her. A few minutes later, she came out. "Why are you here? Aren't I a disappointment to you?" No. I would not let this happen again. Hoping up on my feet, I shuffled her into my body and held her close. "Please don't let me go home Syren. I love you. I want to be with you as long as you will have me." Her head was downcast between my breasts. She couldn't even look me in the eye. "Am I loveable, Davona?" In a mirror of that night of passion, I cupped her chin in my hand and softly kissed her lips. It had been over a month since the last one, and I wanted to make it count. I poured everything into that kiss. As I backed away to gaze into her eyes, she entwined her fingers in mine and proceeded to walk to her bedroom. Snuggling up close, we both fell into a peaceful sleep. Epilogue Syren's Side: In the end, I had to make a choice. I couldn't let my past or recent present dictate how my future would be. Davona was my future. After that day, we started looking for a place to live together. Six months after my ordeal, Davona and I went to see Daniella, now in the eighth grade at her first solo recital. We held hands and even though many looked at us in disgust, we didn't care. We loved each other and knew it. That night at dinner, she held me in the booth as we shared an Osso Bucco with a Syrah to finish. Kissing beneath a soft candle light, the waiter came over with our Pot Du crème with chocolate panache. Sitting on top of the puff of whipped cream was a ring. Shock came over my face. She didn't even have to ask. I screamed yes and hugged and kissed her. I was so full of joy. As we went back home and got ready for bed, I got nervous. I didn't know how she was going to react to this and hoped she would be okay. As we held each other in bed whispering sweet nothings and nonsense, I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant, Davona. Is that okay?" I could feel her tense behind me. Great Syren. Good way to ruin a moment. Turning me towards her, her green eyes dragging me in, she looked shocked. "Are you sure? I meant, I didn't think I could get you pregnant?" scared she would push me away. "Well I guess you and I need to get ready to buy a house soon, huh? Baby is going to need a big yard to play." Laughing deep to my core, I hugged her as hard as I could. Told you I like big hugs. We held each other and talked of our future till dawn. As the light reflected of the window it was like the Fates had given us the go ahead of having a wonderful life together. The End. I want to thank griffin57 for inspiring me to write this story. I cannot express all the love and support he and all of you my readers have given me in this trying time. I am not transgendered but have friends who are male to female and female to male. I did do some research behind that life, but if I'm wrong call me out. As always, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT! All will be honored and considered. Help me become a better writer guys. Tha Dark Phoenyx -- I can't let the system control me... There's no choice but to master the system......