A friend homecoming

The sewing amount the strands of threads, she was always a little more on the side of the seemingly endless work of the needle and the machine, a hypnotic feeling of her craft, after years helping her mom at the front of the store it finally was time, she didn’t need to been seen to do her work, and that made her feel less worried beyond what words could express.

She always preferred the workshop over the cashier position, it was a small town and people often were a bit way too comfortable talking with her and maybe saying a thing or two that made her too self-aware of herself, but it was what her mom told her to do at the time so it was okay she guessed, now she could focus on the thing she enjoyed the most about the store, sewing.

Even when she was a kid, one of her favorite activities was sewing on board with her mom and make clothes, money often ran short, and despite that her mom tried her hardest to shield her from the reality of their economic situation, she was a bit more mature and aware than the average kid back then, so it wasn’t particularly hard to add 2 and 2 together, she wasn’t particularly demanding growing up, and that was something she felt bad about, because her mom was self-aware of it, she would have preferred if that wasn’t mentioned, she knew her mom did her best given the bad hand she got after the whole thing with her former husband, and yet she felt a bit guilty that after all the support her mom gave her, her mom somehow still felt she had failed her child.

The piece she was working on was part of an order from a lady, likely around her 40’s, it was a beautiful dress, usually her mom was the one who took care of the real important orders, but given that she had just turned 18 it seemed she was expected to take into a higher responsibility, despite her mom not telling her particularly anything surrounding her reasoning, it wouldn’t really surprise her. The client was the mother of one of the batches of new graduates from the city high school, the importance of the order was given the fact that the client was a rich lady that paid for a pretty dress for her daughter’s special night.

She had put her heart the entire week on it, it wouldn’t be something she would wear, the design the daughter of the woman had in mind in a doodle certainly wasn’t something she would be comfortable with, but her mind tended to drive itself to ideas that usually left herself to lose into her own imagination, despite the dress itself not being of her liking, she couldn’t deny the beauty of it, in a way a little bit of dread inside her heart grew, her graduation was a bit…of a bad taste in a lot of ways, in a suit she dreaded that used to belong to her father, before she could actually begin to live, in an age she really wasn’t sure if her own life wasn’t just the worst mistake her mom could have committed by not aborting her and actually finishing her studies.

She stopped the machine for a second at the memory of Tommy, her best friend since they were a pair of rascals running across the yard of the school. The feelings of the guy filled her chest with a warmth that often was missing in her life, they were the best of friends ever, he was such also a smart one, she never was great at school, she didn’t had bad grades, she put her effort, but it was clear the wonder boy was always Tommy, she missed him so much every day.

Tommy was always her protector, he was always stronger, a little bit more willing to defend himself, and her in the process, it didn’t matter how bad it looked, he always came against them with the ferocity and bravery of a lion. He often got bruises and swollenness out of defending her, the best she could do to try to pay him back immediately and not start crying like a coward, was to heal his wounds as best as she could, disinfecting the places where the skin got hurt, applying a pair of bandages if the damage was more noticeable so they could get with her mother for more advanced attention, he always took it with a smile, even as she knew tears wanted to leave his eyes due the pain of the disinfectant, he was determined to keep the illusion of an invincible rock, a friend that would always protect her.

Her smile slowly faded away as she saw with more detail the piece of clothing she was about to finish, it was undeniable she missed him, he wasn’t here anymore, not like he was dead fortunately, but sometimes it felt like that. When they both graduated, she wasn’t expecting him to… just go away, she really didn’t judge him, if she could get away from the ass of civilization she would, it was just a bit painful, sometimes she wondered what exactly had happened to him to stop their communication as usual, but in all honestly, she couldn’t help but feel he had just found new people, better people than her, more exciting and beautiful, much prettier girls… real girls…

She let out a silent sigh though her nose, adding the final details to the pretty dress she was holding, the whole mix of emotions threatened her to **** some tears out of her eyes, to remember the reason she didn’t get to wear a prom dress was the reason Tommy didn’t even know who she now was, time is certainly the most cruel jokester, and it was a painful reminder than her last months with her best friend, were spent as someone she even wasn’t.

Having finished the order, she hang the dress among the other clothes waiting to be picked up by their clients, she bit her lip a bit observing the precious cloth, it really pained her, her main thought being about, how sweet it would have been if he had seen her so beautiful at the prom, he… he didn’t even know, when he moved to the big city for his studies, communication was often and common, but she really wanted to tell her the big news in person, not in a chat, initially they almost talked every day, he certainly seemed to be having an interesting time adjusting at the university boy life, she understood and didn’t even questioned when suddenly her messages were answered one time per week, after all he was surely super busy, and she had to support him.

And then there were even less answers, each time less detailed, each time less personal, each time more generic, each time she felt how slowly he was beginning to find something better to do, or better people to which hang out with, or… or someone who now had captured the same level of connection he had with her…

His mother Lynn sometimes gave answers, but she herself was a bit deprived of them, given Tommy had went to the big city with a scholarship, he didn’t insist on his mother’s financial support, so the communication wasn’t as a strong as perhaps both would have desired, still, Ms. Lynn was still a very close friend to her mom, and often had dinner together, with a home so lonely, she sure felt happy about being together with her “next door” family, she surely felt lonely too, everybody was giving him the space everyone knew he needed to grow, but… he could have written more often, and in her case, he could have written at all.

Laying down in the sofa of the living room, she looked at the old paper of the wall, the house needed some upkeep, she would take another job if she felt safe doing it but… not even her mom considered it was worth the risk, she was barely 18 and the town was full of assholes who couldn’t think twice about how or why they treated the people as they did, not to mention the fact the whole fucking town known her as the friend of the kid that actually got out, enough names she had heard in her life just in school, she was aware about how her condition made the situation worse, but given the circumstances, she only could try to do her best with the clothing workshop.

Everything around her felt like that paper, getting old, getting backwards, the whole world felt was becoming a darker, less welcoming place, for everyone, the town was very aggressive towards one another, if she was ”normal”, she was sure another reason to torment her would have been found by another asshole, and Tommy getting the fuck out of here and not looking back was the only thing that made sense of everything around her. She was only thankfully her mother had been supportive, understanding, and had picked her wellbeing when her… father lashed out, he also hurt Tommy that day, so she supposed Ms. Lynn had something to do about It, she was just a kid, if her father didn’t lashed out like he did… probably she wouldn’t had repressed for almost twelve years to actually be who she wanted to be, but alas, what was done couldn’t be changed.

A lot of times she wondered how her life would be if her mother hadn’t left his father, they would have enjoyed far better material conditions, and maybe they would have even got out from this place, although it was the house that her grandmother left to her mom, she wondered how her life would have went, she was a coward, she always would be, unable to defend herself at all, only having a few moments of bravado all across her life, she was a pathetic worm, if her mother hadn’t picked her side, even if somehow she started transitioning under the table or with a miserable prescription, she would never have lived true to herself, always under the fear, the exasperating frustration caused by fear, what was the matter anyway? what was anything but the natural result of the fact she was born wrong, she often felt she was underserving of living the humble but overall pacific and happy life she had with her mom.

Tommy instead, he was so…valiant, like a knight, she couldn’t help but imagine that mental image, Tommy, her knight in a shiny armor, taking care of his princess, she felt her face turn red out of that fantasy, but quickly dismissed it, letting a sigh out of her mouth, stretching her back and her limbs after spending most of the day in the sewing machine, the place where she felt truly at home, making something for someone, allowing herself to express her love in the best way she knew, even if the lady who ordered the dress would never know, she wanted to believe that her hard work, the effort she put onto it, to make it special for the client would become a new cherished item, perhaps to bring forwards a lovely memory, that’s the thing she always desired the most, leave in a way, a happy memory of her passage though earth.

After stretching, she let her body collapse like a potato bag in the sofa she bought with her earnings working at the workshop, her mother thought it made the living room look untidy, but she never complained when she was the one using it, she felt her tired body feel bliss when touching the soft surface, closing her eyes and allowing herself to lose into her own thoughts,

It had been a long week due to all the orders the store had been receiving, not much time to herself, not much time for anything at all, but well, occupied seasons weren’t out of the possible, and it was good for business after all. She stared idly around the workshop, looking for anything to entertain her mind with, finally stopping at a cat clock, each second its eyes moving side to side, with a wide smile as a decoration, in its belly marking the hour as its tail moved at the tempo, it wasn’t even evening, barely 4:30 PM, her sight stuck there for a second as she bite her lips with a new anxiety starting to twist her stomach and to shake her hands, with all the work lately she had barely had any time to herself, but after sitting down and setting her mind to it, she finally was free, and above all, she was alone, as she passed one of her hands touching lightly upon her chest, followed by a caressing of her own hands, she decided to take a shower as she quickly picked herself up, as her feet left a windy trail before her.

Entering in the bathroom, she carefully looked herself in the mirror, her skin rather pale, she should have taken a bit more sun but she often preferred to stay inside, even if the city wasn’t so hostile towards her, her filled lips, closer to a pinkish tone than a red one, still making her come across as a bit younger than she was, her slender frame such a trait of her, she never was good at sports and always was rather lanky, her whole life of being picked at destroyed her self-esteem enough to refuse to see her body, when finally she started treating her dysphoria it became relatively better, still she preferred to hide it.

She let her long orange mixed with white skirt fell, her long and firm legs, she recognized they were kind of adorable, she had worn fishnets and took pictures before, she felt so good with them, she felt she looked so good, but alas, it wasn’t like she had someone to share them with, she removed her black blouse, looking herself in the mirror as her bra held her chest they were small but filled and round, she couldn’t stop from holding them in her hands, shaking them, letting a little giggle left her. Her face blushed as she left a steamy sigh out of her mouth, removing it, she allowed herself to caress her skin and pink and perky nipples.

She took down her underwear, she turned around, and caressed the skin of her meaty ass, for her slender frame and propensity to not gain weight, she had developed there quite considerably, probably was the best way she could compensate for a lack of a sizeable bosom.

Letting the stream of water leave the shower, she felt the warm water hit her sensible skin, after spending hours at the sewing machine she was rather numb, was rather soon when the steam started leaving the cubicle and she stretched, as her whole body felt more comfortable by the moment.

Letting a sight leave her mouth, with her reddish hair being wetted, slipped one of her hands to caress her butt, giving a small pinch her hands keep climbing herself, caressing her hips, her tummy and finally arriving to her breasts, letting a little moan of satisfaction leave her lips, a smile colored her face, the other hand, slowly descending, shaped as an upside down v, her whole body shaking as her feet threatened to make her slip as she got a satisfied smile when finally she made contact with her clit.

For a long time already, she had stopped calling it a dick, she was a girl and from a biological standpoint, it was just an oversized clit after all, she still got aroused at the thought of calling it that way because it had gotten small regardless, blessed be the HRT.

Rubbing her clit, she let her fingertips reach for the place the purse under her clit felt the most sensible, making her moan louder than before. As the rubbing continued, she had to put her back against the wall, ensuring that way her balance, with her tongue hanging from her mouth she placed her hand in a palm position, quickly increasing the pace of her movements, as her other hand quickly grabbed and massaged her breasts as if they were a dough of bread, but focusing on small pinches and touching her nipples.

She gritted her teeth, as her sensible clit slowly built a load about to make her collapse, the soft skin, barely managing to hold a semi, her mind filled with thoughts, the recurring fantasy she often used when she was alone and doing her intimate ritual, two hands of a strong man making her his own, being held down as the safety of a bigger person pinned her hole, biting the pillow trying to not make much of a humiliating performance.

A mirage like thought studently crossed her mind, Thomas… The image of the blond bastard studently got inside her brain, and a scream-like moan was spouted from her throat, her clit released a stream of watery and translucent juice, feeling as her body almost collapsed, she had to quickly place the hand on her breasts to hold herself in the wall to not fall.

She turned the cold water of the stream as her breath left and entered her lungs deeply, the calming sensation that quickly overcame her made her head feel light, as the burning iron right before being cooled down, she felt as an iron Flower forged in her moment of lust.

Finishing her showering routine, letting shampoo clean her reddish hair and soap to make her smell sweet as candy, she put on her towel, heading to her room to put on her pajamas.

The soft sensation of clean clothes on her skin was always very pleasing, she accompanied it with some hot chocolate milk, she could always make some herself, but the taste of microwaved chocolate milk was still unmatched in her opinion. She was resting on the living room with the tv making some noise she wasn’t really paying attention at, looking at the window just letting her mind wonder with no intent.

The house opposite to hers was the house of Tommy, Ms. Lynn used to come each Friday night to have dinner with her and her mom. She often tried to get news from Tommy, she was always saddened she often didn’t had many, lot of classes, names which didn’t make sense to her, activities she didn’t really understood, as many other people in the big city he had gotten a job, it made sense, surely stuff was expensive there and working part time at a subway or something could help him a lot.

She hide herself on the sofa a bit, as a sorrowful expression got in her face, she sometimes felt like an idiot, he surely was so happy, so busy, and there she was, somehow expecting that all of that was a bit less better than spending time with her… to even call her… she had moved on in theory, but remembering the comfort she always had for him, she couldn’t help but want it.

The street had grown unattended, it made her sad in a way, the local government sucked ass, and the community sucked even more ass, barely any maintenance was made, and as the cars rolled over around the years, the disregarded, forgotten and abandoned road felt more as the reflection of her entire little world, this little town, her childhome, was dying.

Something out of the ordinary then happened, a little adorable car, stopped next to Ms. Lynn home, it was color gray and was carefully parked, she never had seen that car parking there, Ms. Lynn was a very reserved women, and while she discovered her neighbor swung for the other team, she had only seen one or two cars park there, none of them of the color or the size as the little car parked outside.

She paid attention with renewed interest, from the car a guy with blondish hair wearing a red shirt with a black jacket over it, he had a very peaceful, even joyful expression, not believing her eyes she stumbled falling from the sofa, quickly gathering herself to see the window once again, right after that Ms. Lynn left the house, giving the guy a big hug, one of the big ones like the one she gave her when she came out, exactly in that moment, she realized it.

Tommy had returned home.