Dreams cum true.

You are back in the woods with the snarling darkness hot on your heels. There is something different this time...there is no light off in the distance to run towards, only deeper darkness. You can feel the hot, fetid breath of the creature behind you and you know it will be upon you in seconds. Then it hits you...you don't have to run.

You stop in your tracks and turn around. You see the darkness open its maw to envelop you, but you stand firm. It dissipates harmlessly around you, leaving only a small, scared child huddled in a fetal position. You recognize the pathetic creature immediately. It is you. It's skim is tattered and translucent. It is as if all the hurt and hate and fear and frustration and loathing and lonliness inside you. A part of you wants to turn and walk away, to try to leave this behind, but this is a part of you as much as your courage and kindness. You wrap your arms around the child and are surprised at how warm it is. Then you realize, the warmth is coming from you, a light pushing back the last wisps of darkness and revealing a sun dappled dreamscape....

....

You wake feeling reinvigorated and relaxed and ready to face anything. This feeling lasts all of the five minutes it takes for you to stretch yourself and rub the sleep out of your eyes, stand and admire yourself in your brand new blue babydoll and boyshorts, and walk downstairs where Brian in pacing.

He looks like he has been up all night. You slept like the dead, so it's possible he got up after you fell asleep in his arms after your final hours long love making session of the night. He sees you and smiles softly for a second, but his look of worried woe settles back immediately and he starts stammering, "GoodmorninghowdidyousleepIdidn'tgetawinkGodyoulookbeautifulbutwhatarewegoingtodowhatarewegoingtodoaboutallofthethings?!"

You stop Brian mid pace and wrap your arms around him. You hold him close and let him fall apart into heaving sobs. The stress of the sudden upheavals would be enough to harry even the most hardened man. Brian is stronger than he seems to realize, but he is not hard, much to your delight. You let him release onto you, holding tighter the harder he cries, until he finally goes slack and settles against you sighing. "I...I'm sorry. I just...I don't know what I am going to do. My stepdad is this macho monster and my mom is a total head case. I think they are going to kick me out...or worse. I just spent all the money I have on your clothes and I don't know how I am going to be able to provide for you if you get kicked out too. On top of that Dale is my dealer too and he is asking me if I know anything about his stolen weed. I am trying to be strong, but I don't even know where to start with this."

You don't know how you can be calm with everything that's going on, but somehow you are managing to compartmentalize things so that things aren't overwhelming you all at once. "That's a lot to worry about, baby. I don't know the answers to a lot of those questions, but I think I can start by handling Dale. If I've read him right, then he's not the grizzly bear he pretends to be to scare suburban kids. If I give him an out that lets him avoid losing his scary rep, I think we can fix one problem before breakfast."

Brian watches and waits with bated breath as you dial up the dreaded **** dealer. "Dale? Hiiiiiiii! It's Ella! Hey, I was wondering if I could let everyone know how instrumental you were in helping me realize my gender identity? Yeah...but you've got to promise next time a confused comely creature comes knocking you'll be upfront with your interests so they can make an informed decision. I know...I know. Yeah it's super hot, but real life isn't porn, right? Good boy. Oh...about the weed and clothes I took, think we can overlook that this one time the way I'm overlooking the way you groomed a minor for years only to incapacitate them with **** and I'm guessing attempt to **** or bully them into ongoing sexual servitude? Aww super! Also just so you know, every trans girl has a secret hotline where we share stories like this one. I will give you a pass just this once, but next time we are coming for your nuts. Yeah. No, like a literal hotline. Yeah I think it's Soros adjacent actually but definitely deep state involvement. Oh, you've got to go? Well, don't let me keep you. Byeeeeeeee."

Brian's jaw is on the floor by the time you get off the phone. You close it by wrapping your hands around his face and giving him a kiss. You feel his tension melting in your mouth. He even sneaks a grope or two in, unable to resist your plump, pantied ass. "Mmm. That's better. Now I know the big question is going to be where are we going to live if we get kicked out. So I think we should bite the bullet, call our respective parents, and see what our options are. I can be in the room, I can be on the line, whatever you need, babe."

Brian gives your ass one last squeeze, then another and says, "No. I think I want to do this one alone. It's time I stood up for myself, even if it is just on the phone. I'm gonna head up to my room and crawl under my blanket before I call. Can you call your folks and then we can compare notes afterwards?"

You put on a brave face and send him up to hiw room with a kiss, sneaking a squeeze of your own. It was a lot less scary calling a **** dealer you ripped off after riding his dick than it is reaching out to your parents. Ripping the bandaid off, you dial up your mom before you can change your mind. "Hi, mom...can we talk?"

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Two hours later Brian comes down red eyed, ragged and raw. You feel pretty much the same, and you motion him over to the couch to cuddle close. You don't know how bad his call went, so you share yours first, hoping it will take the pressure off him. "Well the good news is we have a place to live. My mom, and shockingly my dad, agreed to put some money in my account to cover a deposit, monthly expenses, and rent on a one bedroom for both of us, just until I graduate. After that, I can go to school, which they will help with, or seek other options, after which they agreed to continue cover health insurance so I can start taking hormones while I start paying my own rent. Oh and my dad says if you hurt his daughter he will hurt you in ways you've never imagined."

Brian smiles and holds you as you take your turn sobbing on his shoulder. Years of apparently well meaning **** and smothering weigh on you, but you see a light at the end of the tunnel now, and you know it is a reflection. You let out soft cries that turn into hard wails and sharp screams. Your strong but so wonderfully soft man is there the entire time. He doesn't try to calm you or make everything alright, he just holds you and listens and allows you to be so far from alright, but still loved and wanted. You feel like the little cursed creature from your dream, and you know that if Brian can love you like this, then someday, somehow, you will be able to as well.

You finally compose yourself and Brian says, "That's great news. My call didn't go quite as well. It turns out my mom is trans as well and was biologically my father and never told me. That would be fine, only she has this warped, rigid binary and thinks I am trans now too. I tried to explain to her I am attracted to people and not gender and that while I am curious and increasingly comfortable with exploring different expressions of my own gender, that even as a nonconformist I'd still feel like a boy. She said that's just me not knowing my place and that she wants to help 'sissify' me to share all of us with my stepdad." You look on in horror at the hurt and torment twist his face, but he somehow manages to smile. "Sooooo...I think we should take your parents' offer over mine."

You and Brian burst into fits of laughter that verge on crying and you hold each other close as the scales between peals of cackling and sheets of sobbing go back and forth until you settle down in each others arms. Knowing it will nag you until the end of time if you don't share the question wriggling in your mind like a poisonous worm, you ask, "Is it weird that I think your mom's suggestion is kinda hot in a weird, extremely warped way?"

Brian looks a little stunned, then shyly smiles and blushing, shares," Not as weird as me finding it kinda hot too." You both giggle guiltily and you feel a little lighter knowing you can share the more shameful sickly side of your sex drive and he won't kink shame you. "But I still think we should go with your parents plan. I'll bet being a sex **** gets boring after awhile." You both laugh and then share a long silence, feeling oddly safe for once considering how much crazier your lives have gotten lately. Then again, they were always crazy, you are just starting to get sane enough to realize it. Together, you hope you can find a healthier way to live, but you hope you keep this wide eyed, wild sense of possibility that the oddly healthy craziness of the last few days have brought.

Finally breaking the silence, you say, "Well, we got the hard questions out of the way first. I say we move out of here like right fucking now and see about getting a restraining order on your folks. We can stay at my place while we apartment hunt. I bet we can find a place close to school and get a lease signed by the end of the day, but tonight I think we should go out and celebrate. We've both got oodles of invitations or we could always just hit the town. This is our time, Bri Bri, and God have mercy on anyone that tries to stand in our way." Brian smiles and nods and you both head upstairs to start packing up. It's going to be a long, hard day, and you hope it will be a longer, harder night.