Calm before the storm

Jodie danced around the kitchen in the early morning light, wearing a thin red robe with small white hearts littered all over, that just did cover her naked secret blushed, all the while humming a tune. Jodie felt lighter than air ever since she woke up naked on top of her equally naked fuzzy bear, she considered for a brief moment, giving him a very special wake up call but reconsidered knowing how important sleep was for her man. She giggled lightly, thinking of Eric as her man, her boyfriend, her love. The weirdest part to her was that it just wasn't weird at all anymore. She wasn't sure what happened last night but it was as if she had been wearing weighted clothing all this time and finally she was free. Jodie decided to think about that meaning later, maybe, as she felt riding this new high was much more important.

So while Eric showered she danced in the kitchen, she danced and prepared the best breakfast her culinary skills would allow, toast and scrambled eggs. The charred remains of the discarded pancakes would be her secret and hers alone.

Or so she thought.

"Someone's in a cheery mood." Lauren said, startling Jodie who thought she was already gone for the day. "From the sounds I heard last night I take it you liked last night's surprise?"

Jodie blushed and refused to face Lauren for fear she would expose that secret part of her. "I, like, yeah." She laughed nervously, "It was….totally fab." Jodie swallowed nervously as she pushed the eggs around on the pan.

It never failed to amaze Lauren how Jodie was a walking wet dream and yet she was so shy when the discussion turned to anything remotely sexual. "I'm glad to hear it." Lauren hugged Jodie and cursed God that she had to do this to her friend and her brother. "Hey, why don't you get dressed and we can go to the mall."

"Sounds great. But I'm...like,... trying to, like, cook breakfast for, uh, Eric." Jodie smiled nervously while mentally cursing herself, she thought Lauren was gone so she didn't bother to dress in anything but the robe she now wore! She never had a huge penis but it would still be visible if she moved away from the stove. "D-do you want some? If you want to, like, hop in the shower I can have you one ready too."

Lauren eyed the burning egg that wasn't sure if it wanted to be sunny side up or scrambled and frowned, "Rain check on the breakfast." She kissed the back of Jodie's head and for a moment she almost broke down. She did not want what she discovered to be true. She wanted her brother to be happy, she wanted her friend, her...her sister, to be the woman she thought she was.

After kissing her head Lauren simply walked away. Jodie briefly looked to her shrunken and undisturbed penis with confusion. It hung there limply. Simply dead to the beautiful girl who just a moment ago was pressing her breasts into her back. Jodie thought for a moment and considered it was probably best not to be lusting after her boyfriend's sister. But then a deeper thought crawled slowly to the surface, she was head over heels in love with Eric, but she also loved Lauren. Her own family was trash so she never knew what it meant to have a family. Was it possible that blood wasn't what made them family? Was it just wishful thinking that the family she was so envious of since she was a child could possibly include her? Was it just wishful thinking? What would Eric's mom say if she knew what and who was dating her son?

These were the thoughts that littered Jodie's mind as she met Eric in their room, "Hey there, pretty lady." He wore a towel around his waist, and nothing else giving Jodie an eyeful of his muscular form.

"Well, hello sailor." Jodie covered her face quickly, blushing a bright red, "I'm sorry I have no idea where that, like, came from. I'll never say it again." Eric laughed and hugged Jodie until she became infected with his mood and began laughing as well. Quickly his hug turned into his hands exploring Jodie's equal undress.

"I liked it." Eric smirked and kissed Jodie.

"You're just saying that."

"Why would I do something like that?"

"Because you…" his hands groped Jodie's butt.

"Because I what?"

"Because you love me?"

"That's true," Eric lifted her easily, pinning her to the wall, "But you wanna know something?"

Jodie wrapped her legs around his waist, "What?" She moaned feeling his right hand sliding up her side.

"You love me too." He kissed her smelling of shaving cream, toothpaste, and old spice all which mixed with his own natural scent. All of this to say, God he smelt good. Jodie wanted to spend the day drinking him in and from the feeling poking her in her thighs he shared her desire.

"Wait. No." Were the last words Eric wanted to hear right now.

"What's wrong?"

"Lauren."

"Really not a good time to bring up my sister."

Jodie smiled briefly, "She's home. And, like, she wants to go to the mall with me." Eric groaned and face planted in Jodie's chest. "We won't be that long." Eric shook his head. "Then we can have some fun." Again he shook his head. "And by fun I mean, like-" before she could finish he shook his head again, "You're just enjoying my boobs aren't you?" He nodded. Jodie unwrapped her legs and stood on the floor once again, Eric frowned over her.

"You're really gonna leave me here alone? Like this?" She glanced at Eric's manhood protruding proudly from underneath his towel.

"Hey trust me it's not the first idea that comes to my mind."

Eric smirked, glancing at the small tent of her own, "I can see that." Jodie blushed and pulled away from Eric. Quickly running into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. "I-I'm sorry." Eric frowned for real this time. Last night she didn't seem to care that he saw it, but maybe she was just caught up in the mood, he thought. He knew, from research, some transwomen didn't like it making an appearance at all. So mentioning it had clearly been a faupaux. "I didn't mean…" he had no idea what to say or do. There was too many conflicting thoughts stumbling over each other to know which was the right way to handle the situation. He could tell her he thought it was cute, or better yet beautiful? That he liked it? That she was still a woman? That he loved her no matter what? Forum after forum said these were the best and worst things to say, so he said nothing but, "I love you."

Jodie grumbled as she locked the door behind her. Jodie never liked changing in the boys locker room at school, one of the better reasons to skip gym. Plus around the same time, Jimmy started his shift at the corner store which meant cigarettes and beer on the cheap. But she had become increasingly uncomfortable whenever Eric saw her... so called manhood. As if the longer he saw it the less he'd think of her as….he would see her as a man pretending to be his girlfriend. Last night she got lost in the ecstasy and hadn't objected when his hand wrapped around her diminutive erection.

For a moment her mind flashed back to her dream. Was it a dream? Jodie didn't have a penis. She was all girl...did that mean...did she, did Jordan want that? She couldn't deny it would make some things less complicated and yet he never thought about having a vagina before. Of course he also never thought of having breasts either and despite his initial reaction she did enjoy having them.

There was a small, heavy, knock on the door as Jodie finished placing her tuck kit in place. "Jodie?" Eric sounded worried. She felt even dumber than normal for making him worry.

"I'm just... getting dressed." Jodie stepped out of the bathroom, rushing passed Eric without looking him in the eyes.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just, like, needed to get dressed. Stupid me forgot clothes." She laughed nervously and quickly opened her panty drawer, selecting a pink thong she slid this up her legs, feeling secure in the flat front it created.

"Jodie. I know we've never really talked about what you're going through. I know it can't be easy."

"It really can't." Jodie scoffed, selecting a cute, black skirt.

"But you know, no matter what, I will always love you. I meant what I said last night."

Jodie stopped after sliding skirt into place, "Some days are easier than others."

"I've heard dysphoria can be a real bitch," he sat on the edge of their bed, "but it's not something you have to deal with alone."

"I know, fuzzy bear." She sat in his lap, kissed him, and held his head to her breasts. 'What the hell is dysphoria?' she thought before returning to her drawers, placing a matching pink bra over her chest.

She wanted to unburden herself to him so much. Just fall into his arms and tell him everything about what's been happening. The weird dreams she's been having. The strange feelings and fears. How she was so stupid to let this get out of control like she had and now even considering getting rid of the last bit of maleness she had? And why? But she couldn't. People had enough of their own problems to deal with without having her piling her issues on top of them. And after all she had done to him, without him knowing, she didn't deserve to be unburdened.

"How do I look?" She turned around now fully dressed. She wore a tie-dye open front top which she tied together in a knot. The knot hid her bra perfectly, giving her the illusion she wasn't even wearing one. The one good thing about her liquid lunches and waist training was she now had a flat tummy and some small part of her felt like showing it off.

Eric's eyes went wide, "I think...well nothing. Seems like all of my blood has been directed elsewhere." Eric stood and held Jodie, "Just be...careful." A part of Eric wanted to keep her home, for obvious reasons, but another part wanted to keep her home so no one could possibly harm her. Or even look at her.

Eric did not like this part of himself. He knew, or so he thought, that Jodie must've been hiding herself from the light for all these years and she wanted to finally be free to be herself and dress the way she must've always wanted growing up.

"It's just the mall silly." She giggled and kissed his lips. Jodie had actually expected some push back on her outfit. She planned on it being a nice way to break the tension 'it' had created. When he put his foot down she would pout and call him some silly name or an old man, but when he didn't she actually felt…victorious? Why would she feel that way? She didn't like when the girls made her dress so slutty and exposed and yet she felt as if she were relieved and happy. Her mind flashed back to the night before of her naked under the piano. Did she like... being seen this way?

"Tell you what though," Eric smiled, "I'm going to the gym but after how about I meet you girls for lunch?"

Jodie's stomach growled, "Oh shit the eggs!" Jodie ran into the kitchen just in time to see Lauren throwing the smoking black eggs in the trash.

Lauren looked at the worried girl running into the room and shook her head, "It's a good thing you're cute."