Joy meets Kylan

Bradley holds me resting on his thigh for a good twenty minutes. When he finally stands and pulls me up with him, he gives me a kiss and acts casually. More like I’d played a game of chess with him as opposed to giving him a blow job. As he slips his clothes back on he tells me that he enjoyed my company, that he will try to keep an eye on me, and that he’ll be sure to send Kylan over to help in the morning.

Another quick hug and kiss precedes him walking out and closing the door behind him. Once he’s half way down the walkway I rush into the bathroom, grip the sink, and wait to see if my stomach is going to finish its preliminary work. Even thinking about what I’d just swallowed down makes me want to vomit and my stomach clenches tightly. Thankfully nothing comes up. Looking into the mirror I’m reminded just how attractive I am. It barely matters that I have the dried remnants of Bradley’s facial, crusting up my makeup.

When I’m satisfied that my stomach will keep it’s load of cum down, I wash my face with the provided soap and wash cloth. Feeling at least a little cleaner… I’m not sure how clean I’ll ever feel after experiencing what I had with Bradley… I step into the master bedroom. I glance over the vanity and see that it has more than enough cosmetics and styling paraphernalia for me to make myself pretty again. Before I sit down and put my face back on, I move to the closet and flip the light on.

Mr. Devereux was right in that they’ve given me a starter wardrobe, but that I’ll need to finish it out. Like the closet in the train station, I can’t help but note that it’s all dresses. No pants whatsoever, and not even any skirts and tops. The dresses mainly stay in that 1940s to 1970s style. They’ll all show off my body very well and there are enough accessories that I can match each dress there. Stockings, heels, lingerie, and even a little jewelry.

I don’t look through everything and am simply satisfied that I won’t have to leave the house to get more clothes. Happy, I sit down at the vanity and take my time to put my makeup on. I try to go for something more simple as I just need to cross between my house and Atticus and Catty’s, but I simply don’t know enough about makeup. After a few failed attempts I relent and do the only style I know, an entire evening look. Satisfied that I’ll blend in and not show off the fact that I’m foreign to both this gender and this nation, I head over to Atticus and Catty’s house.

Catty and Atticus are happy to see me. Catty took advantage of the time and had actually cooked dinner, so we sat down and ate. The day started with Catty and I naked, wearing gold collars and leashes binding us to a train car. We got a nice enough reception in one city, got to actually wear clothes, got a greeting in Chicago, got a tour of our homes, and I had my neighbor introduce me to oral sex. Even with all that going on, it was really nice to just sit down and enjoy the company of my two colleagues. Our voices were all different and our bodies were radically different, but the conversation immediately fell into our quirky rhythm.

We go over what we’ve learned, which is honestly a lot. The radical differences in these societies tell us that they grew independently, but without a more thorough history we have no idea why that is. I can tell by the way that Catty goes on and on about the key differences just between the Free Union, Gilead, and Mishigami, that she’d love to devote a lot of time to it and and research those differences.

We go over what we still need to learn, which is everything. We have no idea what caused the radiation, let alone how we can avoid it in our time. We have no idea if this society can even change my gender back but are fairly sure that the Free Union shared their technology with Mishigami. But even if they have the ability, we don’t know what it will take to get them to do it, especially since there seems to be so few women anywhere in the world.

And finally, we put our heads together and share what we’ve learned of this society so far.

Catty shares that after Mr. Devereux left me, he came back and talked with both Atticus and her for a long while. She learned that Atticus’ role in this society is to be the bread winner of the family, to provide for Catty. He also, as all men are, is expected to offer pleasure to any and all women. Konnor was overt in stating that Atticus should expect to have sex with several different women every week, although most of his attention will be spent on keeping Catty pleased.

Catty, on the other hand, seems to be expected to be devoted to Atticus, his home, and his children. Her goal is to get pregnant and bear as many children as she can. But there is an understanding that she may need to seek out pleasures, especially when Atticus isn’t available.

As we cleared the table, got our cups of coffee, and made our way into the living room, Catty sat down next to me. “This is where it gets a little strange. I’m going to look up some of this when I get a chance, but the sense I got from Konnor is that all this talk of women seeking pleasure is a little… different than what we’d consider pleasure. In this society, women GET pleasure by pleasing men. Evidently all sex is pleasing to a woman. Vaginal, oral, and anal sex is all sought out by woman and gladly given by men. And I’m talking about women giving oral sex to men, not necessarily men giving oral sex to women.”

I close my eyes for a moment and decide that I need to be as honest as I can with Catty and Atticus. “That makes sense. You see, I met my other neighbor. Mr. Bradley Atwood. He’s a man living with his son Kylan. Bradley seemed very forward as he walked right into the house and said he’d have his son over to help me clean and do chores tomorrow. He then insisted on… on….” I can’t help but look down at the floor as I feel the blush color my cheeks with renewed humiliation “…having me perform oral sex on him. He said that Mr. Devereux and he talked, and Bardley was told to call Mr. Devereux if I wasn’t open to taking that kind of comfort.”

I can’t help but jerk when I feel Catty put her hand comfortingly on my back. I still go forward and explain what happened and share how it made me feel. How doing that was somehow worse… more emasculating… than having sex with the men in Free Union, having sex with Isiah and Jonas, or even by the guards on the roadside.

Catty tries to offer me comfort but continues on with what she learned as its relevant to what happened to me. “As a single adult woman, you’re going to be expected to be looking for a husband. I’m almost positive that means having sex with as many men as possible. And their society is based around these facts, that women seek pleasure and that oddly means pleasing men. So, if you don’t do it, they may find it more than just peculiar. They may find it medically and psychologically problematic.”

Atticus leans in and adds his opinion, “Well, that may help us. Remember, we want them to change James back into a man. I’d think showing that he is having problems being a woman might help us out. That being said, we can’t just start rocking that boat immediately. As much as we want to find out our core information, find out what caused the war, we’re going to have to focus on finding out how to get James transformed first. In the meantime…” Atticus shrugs in my direction “…you should stay in and away from other people as much as you can. And if you get cornered, do whatever you can mentally to brace yourself, but have sex.”

I can feel my hackles rise, but immediately work to calm myself down. Atticus is right. Until we know more, I’m just going to have to avoid being around men and if I get cornered…. I’ll have to have sex again.

Catty curls her feet up under her on the couch and gives me a hug. I feel at least supported by the gesture. Her question makes me want to actually drop my face into my palm. “What about your Eileen, James? Does it have information about all of this?”

After admitting that Eileen told me that women wouldn’t turn down an offer of sex and may be considered mentally disabled if they don’t seek out sexual pleasure, I promise that I’ll use Eileen to research more. Atticus and Catty seem happy with that and make their own plans. While I’ll be locking myself away in my house tomorrow, Atticus has to go to a job fair and seek employment. Catty being married will hopefully give her leave to not have sex and will therefore find a library and look for books on the society and gender changing.

We all stay up chatting and enjoying each other’s company until well after midnight. When I finally get home, I strip out of my clothes, wash my makeup off, and slip under the covers naked, falling asleep almost instantly.

When I wake up, sunlight is flooding into my bedroom. I guess it’s close to nine in the morning and stretch, happy that I don’t recall any dreams from last night. Getting out of bed I move over to the closet and try to find something reasonable to wear. I didn’t expect to find loose comfy sweats or anything but am surprised that about the only thing that looks like casual wear and isn’t a full on dress, is a…. Hollywood style dress and robe?

It looks like something out of a 1950s movie. It’s practically see-through and fringed in fuzzy fake feathers. It’s hot pink color just screams over the top. The dress or robe alone would let anybody see through it but if they’re worn together, they’ll give enough opacity that I’ll feel I have some privacy. Vowing that I’ll be getting a more traditional robe soon, I pull out a pair of simple bikini panties and slip them on. I then shimmy into the dress and pull the robe around me. Looking into the mirror shows that I look ridiculous, but not as bad as I imagined. I take a last glance into the closet and decide this is still going to be more comfortable than getting into another form fitting dress. At least for now.

I hesitate a moment when I see the matching hot pink, feathered, slippers. Of course, it would be a lot easier and more comfortable to pad around the house in my bare feet, but without knowing how long we’ll be here and having a closet full of only heeled shoes, I decide to slip into the slippers. I silently shake my head in disbelief, making a note to ask Catty why a woman would ever wear three-inch heeled slippers.

Stepping in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door I see the whole package and think I get it. While it doesn’t make sense to me, and might not make sense to Catty, this fits in perfect with this society. The short dress that’s barely long enough to cover my panties, along with the feathered robe combine to hint at my sexuality. They show off my body while barely hiding away bits and pieces. Even with the robe belted, it wants to flare out, letting the dress show my panties below and my cleavage above. Meanwhile my svelte arms and legs are constant shadows under the pink haze of gauzy silky material. And the heels of course make sure my legs are pushed up, my ass pushed out, and even makes me push my chest out.

Looking at the vanity I decide to run a brush through my hair but leave my face unpainted. Prancing around in the heels, I make my way to the kitchen and make up a quick breakfast of toast and eggs. I add a cup of coffee and sit down to enjoy my meal. Just as I’m finishing up though, I hear someone knocking at the door. The voice calling out is loud enough to carry clearly into the kitchen “Miss Williams? I see that you’re finally up. I’m Kylan. Kylan Atwood? My dad sent me over to introduce myself and to help out.”

I briefly consider sending him on his way, giving an excuse that I don’t want or need his help, but remember how insistent Bradley was the night before. I can easily imagine Kylan going home and telling his dad that I didn’t want his help and only getting Bradley to come over instead. Moving to the door I open it up and smile. “Good morning, Kylan. I didn’t expect you quite so early. Please, come in.”

Kylan physically reminds me of his dad. He’s taller than Bradley and has broader shoulders. He looks like he might play sports in school but that could just be the normal fitness that many young men naturally have. His face is just as open and happy looking as Bradley’s and they have the same casual confident smile. As he walks in, I can’t help but chuckle as I see his eyes wander over my body. I clearly remember Bradley saying Kylan wasn’t yet 18, but he had to be 17 at the youngest. And I can only imagine how seeing a woman with a body like mine would make a 17-year-old kid react. I pull my robe a little closer around my body as he walks in and nod as he says “Gosh Miss Williams, Dad said you’re really pretty, but I thought he was exaggerating. You’re beautiful!”

Trying to play the part of the neighbor woman with an older neighbor boy I keep my voice light as I respond “Oh, you’re just trying to make me blush Kylan. Look, I know your dad said you’d come over to help but I honestly wasn’t expecting you this early. I just got done with breakfast. Why don’t I get dressed, then we can go over our plans for the day, okay?”

Kylan nods stupidly, his eyes never leaving the cleavage that the robe refuses to cover, and replies “Sure thing Miss Williams!”

I can’t help it and start to giggle. As my hand comes up to cover my mouth, I’m reminded of being a boy about Kylan’s age. I remember living in my Dad’s high rise condo in the summer and the woman that lived down the hall. I’d see her every so often, either going to or coming back from the pool, and she knew just the effect she had on me. Now I’m having that same effect on Kylan here. Taking a little pity on him, and giving him something to do while I change, I add “Why don’t you go outside while I get dressed. I saw a shed back there but never looked inside. You can do an inventory and see if there are any basic things I’ll need.”