Monique

A couple of nights later, Monique and Elizabeth showed up at the house that Mira and Douglas shared. Monique was 6'0, solidly built, with fake C-cup breasts and obvious ass implants. She was inked and pierced, but was wearing a pink hoodie and matching sweatpants for this casual introduction. Elizabeth could see a whisper of a thong when Monique gave Mira a hug. Elizabeth was also dressed down, in a comfy blue sweatshirt that her dad had bought her on a trip to New York once, and blue jeans.

The two couples made idle chit chat over some appetizers. It was still awkward seeing Douglas period, much less with Mira, but time slowly normalizes everything.

Elizabeth learned that while Monique had grown up in South Carolina, she'd gone to high school in Atlanta, and attended two years at a university there. Finally, Douglas retired to bed and Elizabeth could feel a little more open.

"So why are you interested in a woman?" Elizabeth asked. Monique laughed.

"Always been interested in women. Dated a few of them too. I learned long ago, I liked everything. Men, women, transmen, transwomen - its more about a good connection, a good compatibility, good sex than it is what a person identifies as. Now, I'll admit, that is a rare opinion. Tons of people objectify me as a chick with a dick. And there was a time I leaned into that shit. But now, I'm just looking for something honest and real. What about you? Why are you interested in a transgendered woman?" Elizabeth swallowed, nibbling her lower lip.

"Honestly, the same. I've had a bad streak of men lately. I want to branch out, try something new. By the way, I saw your wrist tattoo. What does BDB stand for?"

"Ah," Monique said, laughing. "Speaking of leaning into stereotypes. It stands for Big Dicked Bitch."