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Oh dear, as the song by the Fixx says: "one thing, one thing,
leads to another." This little tidbit is the flip side to "Boys
night in". This idea was inspired by that idea. And, please,
don't think that I'm picking on Blair, it's just that he'd make a
far better woman than Jim ever would, dontcha think? I try to
picture Jim Ellison in drag and it never quite comes together.
Blair would be fine--if he didn't wear anything lowcut (or he
waxed his chest--ouch!)

 

Girls night out
Stacy Stronach

Jim sighed as he took his seat at the table in the bar, it was
the 5th anniversary of Blair's leaving. The younger man had had
a chance to do a really important study in the jungles of Chile,
something he couldn't really pass up. And Jim pretty much had
his senses under control, so there wasn't much left. Jim had
regretted it ever since. Once Blair had gone, he'd realized just
how much the younger man had meant to him.

Jim was distracted from his self-pity, when he felt someone
staring at him. Looking up, he saw a beautiful young woman
sitting with some friends at a table across the way. She had
waist length, curly brown hair, and her eyes were almost the same
colour as Sandburgs. As she stood up, Jim took in her figure,
she was very slim, with small pert breasts, and gorgeous long
legs, all of which was accentuated by the low-cut mini dress she
was wearing. When she looked him in the eyes, he felt a jolt
of...recognition? No, he didn't know her, maybe electricity.

"Hi, may I join you? You look awfully lonely," she asked, her
voice low and husky.

"Yeah, sure. I could use the company," Jim replied.


She pulled her chair close to his and sat down, saying, "My name
is Rowan Sanders, and you are...?

"Jim Ellison, so Rowan, what do you do for a living?"

She smiled, "Oh, I have a PhD. in, um, History and I'm going to
be taking a job at Rainier University this fall. What do you do?
You look like a cop, or are you in the military?"

Jim looked at her puzzled, he had the feeling she'd lied about
something, but right now, he didn't care. "No, I'm a cop," Jim
replied, and he could smell something, vaguely familiar. He
concentrated on it but couldn't really place at first, then he
realized it was pheromones. This woman wanted him, and he could
feel his body reacting to hers. Looking at her, he could see her
blue eyes dilated with desire and knew he'd end up in bed with
her, tonight. "Normally, I wouldn't do this Rowan, but I want
you. Now. Come back to my place with me?" Jim asked.

Rowan didn't respond, just looked at him carefully, then leaned
forward and kissed him, hard. Her tongue sought out his, and
when he responded, she purred, deep in her throat.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jim whispered, standing up and pulling
her with him out the door.

As soon as they were inside the loft, Jim pushed her up against
the wall and started kissing her, his tongue seeking out hers,
savouring her sweet taste, wanting to know all of her secrets. He
moaned against her mouth, when her hands swept down to squeeze
his ass and grind him against her. He could feel her nipples
harden against his chest and he could smell her arousal, much
stronger now. She put one of her legs between his and started
rubbing herself against his thigh, which also made his erection
rub against her leg, and he could feel her wetness on his leg. He
almost thought he was going to go into sensory overload, but he
retained control. He sucked on her pouty bottom lip as he broke
the kiss, "Let's take this up to the bed, sugar," he whispered
hungrily.

After they reached the bedroom, Rowan quickly undressed, and
watched Jim as he removed his clothes. He took her in his arms
and gently lowered her onto his bed, laying down on top of her,
put not putting his full weight on her. He kissed her lips, her
jawline, her neck, and suckled on her breasts, making her moan
and buck her hips. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist,
grabbed his cock and guided it into her passage. Jim moaned as he
sunk his full length into her, then slowly started to thrust in
and out, while he brought one hand down to massage her clit,
wanting to give her as much pleasure as he was getting.

"Oh, Jimm, yess, oh yes, I'm coming,OHH!" Rowan screamed pulling
him down for a kiss, as he thrust one final time into her, coming
so hard he collapsed on top of her. He was actually starting to
doze off, when he heard her, "Um, Jim, could you roll over, not
that I don't like this, but you're a bit heavy, lover."
Jim complied, rolling onto his side and pulling Rowan into his
embrace.

A couple of hours later, a sound woke Jim up and he realized it
was just a helicopter flying over head. He listened for sound in
the loft and smiled contentedly, when he heard the familiar
heartbeat/pulse of his Guide. Blair was home, it was about time.
Jim started to drift off to sleep before he realized what he'd
just thought. Blair isn't here, it was the woman, Rowan. He
looked at her, and then he expanded his sense of smell, she
smelled just like Blair, and her heart/pulse rate was the same.
It was impossible, Jim had never found two people with identical
smells, not even identical twins. The moonlight which came in
through the windows was enough light for Jim, he pushed her hair
away from the side of her face, and on the jawline between cheek
and ear, he saw the scar. So faint that most people wouldn't even
see it in the daylight. He pulled the sheets down and looked at
her breasts, more barely there scars, and when he concentrated
his sense of touch and gently squeezed them, he could feel the
implants. Jim looked towards her lower body, he didn't really
want to check, *But she feels just like a woman, how? This can't
be, Sandburg was too much of a, a, a man to do this, I mean all
those women? Maybe it was just a cover, Jim ole boy, to hide
this?* Jim started when he realized his lover was awake.

Rowan stretched and then looked at Jim, and seeing the look in
his eyes she got a little worried. "Jim, is everything ok? You
look like you've seen a ghost or something," she said.

"Sandburg is it you? Don't lie to me, you know I can tell. Is it
really you?" Jim asked, his eyes narrowing. When she flashed
puppy-dog eyes at him, Jim knew the answer, before she even
spoke.

Moving to sit on the side of the bed, Rowan, or rather Blair,
said, quietly, "Yeah, it's me Jim. How did you know?"

Jim just stared, he had his Guide back, but in a _far_ different
package than he expected. "The things you could never change,
Blair, your pulse and heart rates, and your basic smell. That
won't ever change, it's unique to you."

"How come you couldn't tell before now?"

"I wasn't looking for it. I heard a noise, woke up and thought
to myself that you were here, then as I started to drift off
again, I realized you shouldn't be. Then I checked, and saw the
scars from some of your plastic surgery. Where are you going?"
Jim asked as she got out of bed and started to put her underwear
on.

"Jim, I was hoping you wouldn't know it was me. I've wanted to
be with you for so long, but I didn't think you'd take me as your
lover if I were a man. I know you're probably disgusted by this,
so I'll just go now," Blair responded sadly.

Reaching over, Jim pulled Blair back to the bed and his embrace.
"Blair, I don't understand all of this, but I do love you. I
loved you when you were a man, I just didn't realize it in time.
You didn't do this just to be able to get me did you?" Jim asked,
worriedly.

"No, Jim. I was never comfortable as a man, I'd always felt the
gods had made some sort of mistake. I knew I was really a woman,
trapped in a man's body. You don't know how hellish that is.
Just before I met you, I had started the process for gender
reassignment surgery. It's a long one, you have to see
psychiatrists for a couple of years, they give you all sorts of
tests, it wasn't any fun. Then 5 years ago, I got word that they
were ready to start my surgeries, there are several of them. I
lied to you about Chile, I really went to L.A. to get the
surgeries done. The last one was about a year ago. Then I came
back here, name changed, of course. I don't think the University
would have hired me as Blair Sandburg and the same credits I had
before. My middle name is Rowan, and Sanders was as close to
Sandburg as I could get," Blair explained.

"How do you feel about me, Blair. I really do love you, and I
think I could get used to looking at you like this," Jim smiled.

"Oh, Jim, I still love you, I have since the first day I met you.
But are you sure you can handle this? Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes, I'm sure Blair. I love you," Jim said, giving his lover a
kiss.

//**the end**\\


Again, I hope no trans gender (I think that's the term) people,
or anyone else, is offended by this, it is not my intent.
Also, I don't know how good the surgeries currently are for this
situation, but this takes place 5 years in the future, so I'm
assuming some major breakthroughs have been made by that time, to
make the surgery results more realistic.