John, a guy at a party

Your night out started as it had many other times, with a night full of drinks and no shortage of flirtatious advances. You could feel the vibrations of the music in your bones, the voices of the crowded area becoming background noise. You take a sip of your current drink while scoping out anyone… desirable enough to approach for the night. Eventually your eyes settle on a very striking girl, the most beautiful one in the club. She wore a black dress with fishnets underneath, showing off her killer legs and thighs… so feminine. The very kind of girl that you would love to get your hands on so badly.

As you approach her, dancing and likely buzzed, she’s in her own element and your heart flutters. Especially when you introduce yourself, and she looks up at you so that you can see her perfectly made up face. Her eye makeup is dark and serious but with purple, butterfly accents, and of course dark lipstick to tie up the look. When her eyes meet yours, you swear that you feel some pang of fear that you can’t explain.

Perhaps not so subtly eyeing her up and making conversation, she seemingly starts to get the idea of what’s happening. She reciprocates, and the two of you drift off into lovely conversation. It flows easily and relaxes you, requiring no effort from you. She has a lot of questions but you don’t mind, just a curious person you assume.

Eventually such infatuated conversation turns into a different kind of energy, reflecting the atmosphere of the club you find yourself in. First subtle touches, then grabbing… and a kiss to send all pretense out of the window. Your newly acquired catch resumes her adorable dancing, although this time rubbing her small body up against your larger frame, squishing all of her soft parts against all of your hard ones in all the right places. You can feel her asscheeks rubbing and jiggling against your lap, and of course the quite substantial hard on forming in your pants. Something which she seems all too pleased to tease, hot dogging it through your jeans and wiggling herself to work you up as much as possible. You swear she has such an evil expression as she does so, but why the hell would you care?

That’s when you feel something you didn’t expect, a bit more flesh than you were anticipating. As she rubs up against you, you realize that this girl is trans. Immediately, your mind begins to panic, and despite the girl’s eagerness to please you, you pull away from her.

“Listen, I’m sorry… I just, I don’t feel comfortable being with girls like you” you say to her, meekly. You feel genuine concern for her and want to let her down gently, but you’re not good with these conversations.

Her eyes suddenly feel like she’s trying to shoot daggers at you through them. “Oh, so once you realize I’m trans suddenly you’re not attracted to me anymore?”

You shake your head, unable to find the proper phrasing. “That’s not what I meant, I just can’t really do it with someone who has… you know…” you drift off, avoiding confronting the subject directly.

“So I’m just a walking dick to you now and not a person. Great. And I honestly thought you might be different than half the jerks who come in here.” She rolls her eyes, and starts to walk away.

Your manly pride gets in the way of that, though. The insult she slung at you and her dismissal gets a knee jerk reaction from you. “No! You don’t understand, I just don’t like dick!” This time though, in your frantic state, you shout loud enough that several people close enough can hear you. A little bubble of quiet grows and you realize you’re fucked.

First, she stares at you before tears well in her eyes. The fact that you made her cry hurts, but not as much as when her hurt turns to anger and she smacks you. “Fine, I hope you remember what you said to me here today asshole. Have it your way.”

After that, she storms out of the club, obviously trying to do damage control on the tears coming from her. And after the dirty looks you get from the ones who heard your outburst, combined with the fiasco itself, you’re ready to head home too.

While you didn’t wind up drinking all that much tonight, on your drive back you begin to get dreadfully nauseous. You were only barely able to make it home safely before the full illness was upon you. Your back hurt badly, stomach felt bloated and wrong in all kinds of ways. The worst headache of a lifetime and cramps everywhere. While you had no idea what was going on, you were in too much pain and discomfort to think, and take melatonin with the vague notion of at least getting to not be conscious of your headache, if only temporarily.

Such a plan seems to just barely work. You manage to crash into unconsciousness, unsure of how you will feel in the morning