Cool Summer Breeze

After slipping a light blue floral sundress on I join mom out on the porch. "Hey Brit, how are the nuts feeling." I sit on a chair by the little table we have and put my glass of lemonade that I spiked with vodka down. "They're still a little sore. Becky got me real good." She chuckles than changes the subject as she checks me out." I remember that time I caught you wearing your cousin Heather's dress. I think you were around eight at the time. In remember how shocked I was. Not just shocked that my boy was wearing a dress but also shocked at how beautiful you were." She adds. "And still are." She giggles before continuing.

"You are so gorgeous. My little boy has grown into quite the beautiful lady. I have a question. Are you still a virgin?" Well where did that come from? Such an unexpected question. It's not strange that a parent would ask that. It's just that I didn't expect it. I take a drink before I answer." Yes. I've never been with a boy or girl yet. I've done some things. I let Christa Norman give me a handjob while I gave her a handy as well. But that's about it. It's hard to find anyone interested. I think most people are too, for lack of a better term nervous to be with a trans girl. Being the only other trans girl in school Christa has pretty much the same problem. Folks are just too weirded out by us. They don't know how to respond."

Christa used to be Carl before her transition. Like me she was a very effeminate looking boy. She too is quite the beauty. Long jet black hair and pale skin. She's a classic goth girl. So sexy. When we were younger we used to dress up in her sisters clothes. I laugh when I think back to us wearing the dresses and heels that were too big for us. Wendy her sister caught us once and instead of being pissy about it she spent that winter teaching us how to apply makeup.

"I'm sorry people aren't more accepting of you and Christa. You really are beautiful girls." I start to tear up. Not because people have been cruel to Christa and I but because this is the first time my mother has called me beautiful.

She leans over the table and wipes the tears from my eyes." I didn't mean to upset you. People can just be so shitty sometimes."

I gently take her hand in mine." Mom for the most part folks around here have been fine. Remember when Zach Rogers beat me uo for being trans? Well it was Tommy Jackson and a few of the other boys on the football team that kicked his ass for it. Yeah some assholes give us shit but most people don't."

She squeezes my hand." I'm glad to hear it." She grins before continuing. "Don't get me wrong. It's still fun to bust your balls but then again this town's known for that. We sure do love to crack nuts."

"Mom, I love to have my nuts cracked." I take another sip of my lemonade vodka then continue. "And so does Christa. In fact she's always wanted you to kick her. So next time she's over here and you've got a pair of heels on give her balls a kick. She'll love it."

Mom grins mischievously. "Will do hon."

I soread my legs slightly in my chair. The cool breeze of the evening goes up my dress and tickles my bare balls. I'm so glad I'm not wearing panties. Mom gives me a curious look as I grin. "What?" I tell her about how good the wind feels as it blows on my naked nuts.

She looks at me with a wide grin." You're such a slut Brittney, a virgin slut. My little paradox."