Claire stirred awake slowly. It took a moment for her to realise there was someone else in her bed, for memory to return. Becca, she realised, and smiled. The girl with the penis had her back to her, but Claire's arms remained around her, where she had placed them last night.
She was so beautiful. Claire ran her free hand through her lover's long blonde hair, then kissed it gently. Her other hand rested gently on the top of the other woman's chest, and she stroked the girl's large breasts gently, enjoying the feel of her girlfriend's soft, naked flesh. Becca's breasts were, she thought, the most perfect she had ever touched. They were a nice size, neither so large they became ridiculous nor too small. Her nipples were similarly well-proportioned.
She stroked the young woman's side, and allowed herself to cup her girlfriend's buttocks. Perfect. And of course, her silky smooth thighs. And then, she thought to herself, there was what she had between them. Every diamond had its flaw. Except her body didn't really seem to think that was a flaw. She had surprised herself last night. When she thought of it intellectually, the thought of the male genitals, of having sex with a male, revolted her.
But when she had actually seen Becca's body, totally naked, she had been aroused. Deeply aroused. It hadn't simply been that Becca had a body to die for. She had already seen that, enjoyed her nudity as she was pleasured by her. It was her genitals. Something about seeing those profane, forbidden pieces of flesh attached to a form that she could have, that she wanted, had turned her on. Then, of course, there had been the penetration.
She had always enjoyed the feel of something filling her vagina, ever since her first childish explorations had gone slightly too far. Six months after she'd reached sixteen, she had embarked on a sexual relationship with a slightly older girl. That girl had a thing for toys, and they had used them, and for the first time she'd enjoyed the sensation of penetrative sex. It had stayed with her. She had a small collection of dildos of various shapes, sizes, and types, including strap-ons; a side-effect of some of her girlfriends' feelings regarding reusing old toys.
She stroked the hair away from Becca's neck, and gave her new lover a kiss on her neck. Then, she pressed herself close to the young she-male, and placed her arms around her once again. She closed her eyes and smiled.
She felt Becca's hand on hers. "Hello." She whispered.
"Hi." Becca whispered back.
Still holding her hand, Becca turned around to face her. They pressed their naked bodies close to one another as they kissed, and Claire felt Becca's hands on her backside as she was pulled close to her lover. She felt Becca's cock, pressing hard into her crotch, pushed flat between their bodies. She enjoyed the feeling of it, there between them, but no barrier to them. She felt a frisson of sexual excitement, and desire came to her. She pulled away from the kiss. "Take me." She said.
Becca did not say anything, but kissed her again. The man-girl hesitated, and then nodded her head. "Lie back." She said. Claire did as she was instructed, spreading her legs wide. Becca brought herself on to her hands and knees, then raised one hand to her crotch. She guided her penis expertly into Claire's vagina.
Last night, Claire's arousal and controlling position had made their sex vigorous. This morning, Becca took her much more gently, slowly grinding her hips close to her lover as she fucked her. Claire sighed in pleasure as she felt the large meat move in and out of her yielding pussy lips.
Becca's eyes were closed, so focused was she upon her work. Claire took in the sight of her feminine shape as they made love. Her breasts hung loose from her body, and Claire could not help reaching out to stroke them. She began to move her hips in rhythm with Becca, thrusting her naked cunt on to her lover's cock in time with both their pleasure.
A wide grin appeared on Becca's face as Claire pleasured her. Becca made her think of her womanhood in a different way, not simply as her own pleasure organ but also as the part she could use to pleasure someone else. She wondered which of them would come first.
As her pleasure rose, she fondled Becca's tits more and more vigourously, teasing her nipples. The two were moving together more quickly now. Claire released Becca's breasts and began to focus on what was happening between her legs.
The cock inside her filled her nicely, satisfying a deep longing to be filled. That sensation, coupled with the motion and the sight of Becca, now led her to release. She came, signalling her pleasure to Becca with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a cry of release as Becca's continued working of her body led her to a second orgasm. A look of concentration momentarily appeared on the face of the male girl. She made a similar noise of pleasure, and released her load into Claire.
She felt Becca withdraw, then felt her wet penis press against her abdomen as Becca once again came close to kiss her. Becca rolled off of her, and the two girls kissed passionately. "Wow," Claire managed, "Was that us?"
"It was all us." Becca said, her hand stroking her lover's face. "It was good, wasn't it?"
"It was better than good." Claire admitted.
Becca signed, and nestled up close to her, her face near and her body tantalisingly close. "Want to know a secret?" She asked.
"What?" Claire asked.
"I'm still hard." Becca said.
Claire allowed her hand to wander down to her lover's crotch. "So you are." She admitted, as she took hold of her girlfriend's penis and lovingly began to work it. Becca kissed her, and she felt the girl's hand slide between her legs and begin to stimulate her clit. They lay pleasuring each other side by side for several minutes, until Claire felt Becca's come spurt from her member, splattering on to her hand.
With Becca's hand still between her legs, she licked the man-girl's semen from her hand, enjoying the taste of her bodily fluids, and smiled as an idea came to her. She allowed herself to work into a certain state of sexual excitement, all the while enjoying Becca's hand on her pussy. She tensed slightly as Becca brought her to orgasm. Come spurted from her urethra, covering Becca's hand as Becca had just covered hers.
Becca withdrew her hand and licked her lover's jizz from her fingers. "That's enough for now." She said.
"Do you need me to go?" Claire asked.
"Why would I need that?" Becca said.
"I thought you stayed hard if you were still aroused." Claire replied.
"No," Becca replied, "I stay hard until I come."
"Okay," Claire said, "I'm missing something."
"If I'm still horny I stay hard. But I'm good enough now at controlling when I'm horny not to have to be after I've just come." Becca kissed her lightly on the mouth as she climbed out of the bed. "Can I take a shower?"
"Sure." Claire said. "There's a clean towel on the side there for you."
Claire lay back on the bed and smiled as Becca wrapped the towel around herself and left the room. There was so much she had to learn about this girl. Her sexuality was unique, and it revealed a new and exciting facet of her own. It occurred to her that her feelings for Becca were very strong. She knew that she would never find anyone at all like her again. But aside from the physical, she found Becca emotionally satisfying and intellectually stimulating. She know Becca was putting on a brave face. It was not just that her genitals had changed. She had also lost her ability to have children. She knew how incredibly hard everything was for the other girl and wanted desperately to be there for her, however she could.
She heard the shower stop, and a minute or so later, Becca reappeared. She let the towel fall from her body, then opened her handbag and removed her tape. With her cock limp between her legs, she pressed her balls in and taped her manhood to her underside. She pulled her pants on.
"Is that comfortable?" Claire asked, sitting up and letting the bedclothes fall away from her body so she was exposed.
"Not really." Becca admitted. "But it hides them."
"Babe," Claire said. "Poor you."
Becca looked at her. Then she started to cry. Still naked, Claire rushed over to her and took hold of her. "I'm a freak." Becca said.
Claire comforted her, taking hold of her shoulders. "If you are, so am I." She admitted.
"No you're not. How?" Becca asked.
"I'm the freak who finds you attractive." Claire admitted. "Becca, last night and this morning have taught me things I never would have expected about my sexuality. You've unlocked something inside me I never had any idea was there."
"You enjoyed it? Really? You don't find me disgusting?" Becca asked.
"You poor thing. No, I don't find you disgusting. I find you beautiful, warm, caring, and a spectacular lover. That's how I find you." Claire said. "I want to be with you."
Becca kissed her, almost desperately. "Stay with me?"
"Of course." Claire promised. "Of course I will stay with you."
They kissed again, gently, softly, then broke away. Becca finished dressing herself, while Claire rose and washed herself in the bathroom. When they were both done, they went downstairs and breakfasted.
"What do you think I am?" Becca asked.
"I'm sorry?" Claire replied.
"What am I? To you, I mean? I mean, am I male, female, man, woman, tranny? What do you think I am?"
Claire thought carefully. "I think," she said, "The best way to describe you would be as a male woman. But the woman in that statement is more important than the male." She paused. "The woman in you is clearly more important than anything. You behave, talk and feel like a girl. That's what's important. You aren't defined by the shape of your genitals.
"Sometimes, I don't feel a hundred percent like a girl myself. I've always been attracted to women. I was never into dolls as a child. I preferred "boys toys". I still play football. I used to love going with my Dad. But there are things about being a girl I enjoy too. I like wearing make-up and feeling pretty. I like having longer hair. For instance. None of those things are the things that make me a girl. The thing that makes me a woman is the fact that I feel like a woman. I think it's the same for you, if it's anything."
"Thank you." Becca said. "That makes things easier. A little."
"I'm here to help you. I want to help you get through this. And anything else we might have to get through." Claire said.
"I feel the same. I think... last night you made me enjoy being me for the first time in weeks."
"I enjoy being with you, Becca."
About a week later, Claire called Becca at home. The two girls had spent much of the week together, but had separated that morning for Claire to go to soccer practice. They'd found themselves alternating between Becca's room on campus and Claire's house nearby, depending upon when class was and what they were doing in the evening. "I have a present for you." Claire told her.
"Oh! What is it?" Becca asked excitedly.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. But wear a dress. Or a skirt. Not trousers!" Claire told her.
Becca cycled to her lover's house immediately. After a brief, passionate "hello" they made their way to Claire's room.
"Here." Claire said. "Go on, open it!"
Claire had handed a brown postal parcel addressed to herself. Becca tore it open and pulled out the plastic-wrapped garment inside. She removed the plastic wrapping and found herself holding three pairs of lacey pink panties.
"Underwear?" Becca asked, surprised. "I mean, it's very nice. Thank you."
"I know you might be thinking it's too early or a strange gift. But you should try them on. Right now. In fact, I'll help." Claire winked at her.
"What...?" Becca asked.
"Off with your pants!" Claire declared.
"Okay! Alright already!" Becca was bemused by this game. She reached under the green tennis dress she had put on and pulled down her panties, a pair of plain black pants that nonetheless did a lot to hide her male parts.
She was about to put the new underpants on when Claire stopped her. "Take the tape off first." It was a strangely intimate moment that Becca found unexpected if not objectionable. Nonetheless, Becca complied, letting her manhood hang loose from her body. "Now put them on." Claire told her lover.
Becca did as she was instructed, and as she pulled them up she realised what was special about them. They were made with extra room at the front, allowing for her cock and balls, but also simultaneously disguising them well enough for her to be comfortable in public.
"After you left last week I couldn't help thinking about how uncomfortable you looked. So I did some online research. These are designed for men. Well, people with penises I suppose I should say given the apparent diversity of that category. Do they fit?"
"Yes!" Becca said. "My god that feels good. Mmmm. It's a good present. Thank you."
"I don't think you'll get away with them in jeans, necessarily, but anything looser fitting at the crotch or skirts should be okay." Claire told her.
Becca walked over to her. "Thank you." She said, and kissed her lovingly. Claire returned the kiss, enjoying the sensation of her lover's happiness. She stroked her lover's back, and gave her butt a squeeze.
"Mmm. Now you're turning me on." Becca said with a smile.
"Wait. Stand up." Claire told her. Becca did so. "Are you hard?" The man-girl nodded. "It's invisible. They hide you."
"I can feel them stretching to accommodate it." Becca admitted.
"Seems a shame to be taking them off so soon." Claire said, as she reached under her lover's skirt. She slipped her hand under the panties, rubbing her hand against her lover's manhood.
Finally, she pulled them down. She fell to her knees before her she-male lover and with a by-now expert mouth, began to suck Becca's cock. "Stop." Becca said suddenly.
"What's up?" Claire asked, still on her knees.
"It's just... they're so lovely." Becca said. "I felt so comfortable in them. I felt so feminine. I just want to feel like a woman for a change." She sat down on the bed, and took a breath. She pulled her panties back on.
Claire put her arm around her. "What do you mean, like a woman?" She asked.
"I mean... it's just difficult to feel sexy and feminine sometimes when you've got your cock inside a hot girl." Becca said. "Sorry to be so blunt. I love the sex, I really do, but..."
Claire nodded. "You miss not being the -- well, not dominant but..."
"Yes."
An idea came to Claire. "Are you still... up for it?" She asked. Becca nodded. "Good. Strip naked and lie down on the bed. Face down. I will be two minutes."
Becca did as she was told. She heard Claire behind her somewhere, pulling something out of her wardrobe. Then she heard the now-familiar sound of her lover undressing. Finally, she heard unfamiliar sounds, something clicking into place. "You can turn around now." Claire said.
As she did so she was greeted by the sight of her lover completely naked. While she enjoyed the sight of her girlfriend's small breasts and athletic figure, she was surprised by what she saw between her legs. Claire was wearing a flesh-coloured strap-on dildo. It was about the length and thickness of Becca's own cock. "Well?" Claire asked.
"Claire..." Becca said, smiling naughtily. "Were you going to fuck me in the arse with a strap-on?"
"Yes." Claire admitted. "Would you like that?"
"Seriously?" Becca said. "I would love that."
"Good." Claire walked over to the bed. "Turn around again. This'll go easier if I lube you up a bit first." Becca nodded excitedly and did as she was told. Claire began rubbing a jelly-like substance into her ass. Becca smiled to herself as Claire could not resist also stroking her naked balls.
Finally, she felt Claire kneeling over her, stroking back her hair. "Are you ready?" She asked her lover.
"Yes," Becca said, "be gentle."
Claire kissed the back of her neck. "Of course."
Becca felt Claire spread her butt-cheeks apart, then slide the dildo between them. She was prepared, but still gasped as she felt it enter her body. As Claire pressed the well-lubed toy further into her body, however, pain upon being penetrated turned into pleasure, as the dildo began to press on Becca's sensitive prostate. She began to moan in pleasure as she was fucked.
Claire responded to her partner's expressed pleasure, and began to move slightly more quickly. Becca began to thrust her ass on to the strap-on, pressing her butt closer to Claire. Claire took hold of her sexy body and pulled her so that the toy was deep inside her.
Eventually, Becca's moans grew louder. As Claire reached the fastest speed she could manage, she achieved an orgasm, come shooting straight on to the bed from her cock. She pulled herself free from the rubbery member and turned to face her lover.
"Thank you," she said as she kissed the female hard on the mouth, "Thank you so much." She began kissing her partner's chest, almost unable to restrain herself from showing her affection.
She undid the straps and pushed Claire to the bed, spreading the lesbian's legs wide. She slipped her cock into her lover, and pushed deep, so the entire member was inside the girl's pussy. Then, quickly, she began fucking her lover, stimulating them both to a swift orgasm.
"That was amazing." She said afterwards.
"How did it feel?" Claire asked, stroking her lover's side.
"It hurt a bit at first. But after that -- you know when someone touches your G-spot?" Claire nodded. She knew very well; Becca never missed. "It felt just like that."
"Well," Claire said, smiling happily, "I suppose that's another one for our repertoire."
The physical bond the two girls had forged with one another soon deepened. The days when Becca couldn't stand to look at herself in the mirror faded away. Claire's very presence in her life became a reminder that she was not ugly. Her girlfriend's desire for her was a reassurance that, though she had been hurt, she had not let those who had altered her body win. She was a beautiful woman and would always remain so. Though she regretted the loss of her ability to bear children, it was an abstract concept to her.
Claire's clearly communicated physical arousal had led her to come to enjoy her new genitals. Claire was an attentive and responsive lover. They slept together most nights, and though the epic lovemaking sessions of the early days of their relationship became the exception, sex between the two girls was frequent.
Becca still thought of herself as bisexual, and it was a source of some upset to her that she still thought she would revolt a man. Claire was as sympathetic as she could be, but some of the hurt Becca felt would always linger. She reserved her naked body entirely for Claire. She had once been a keen swimmer, and enjoyed working out. She now avoided any social situation that might reveal her deformity to the world. That concerned Claire, but overall, they were happy together.
The end of term soon came, and with it the usual round of parties, formal and informal. Claire had an invitation to a special event for graduate students only that she invited Becca too. They spent several weeks beforehand choosing dresses and hairstyles. Claire normally wore a slightly more masculine outfit for such occasions, but Becca was insistent that she wear a pretty evening dress. She finally chose a green dress with no back that Claire never would have considered wearing herself, but which, she had to finally admit, nonetheless looked gorgeous on her.
She had been resilient with Becca. "Why worry so much about something you're just going to tear off me at the end of the night anyway?" She'd demanded of her lover. But Becca had continued on excitably, finally choosing a short-cut black dress which showed off her figure well.
Claire had felt genuine excitement as they walked into the party arm-in-arm. Although their close friends and housemates knew of their relationship, the evening served as an effective coming out party to the general population, including several of Claire's post-grad colleagues. They spent the first part of the evening happily chatting with staff and fellow students. Becca had been concerned about feeling out of place, but the clearly smart young woman mingled well with the older partygoers.
Then, about halfway through the evening, she caught sight of someone she had hoped never to see again.
She was at the bar alone, getting drinks for and her lover, when she caught sight of him, and him of her. She started momentarily, their eyes locking. Dan gave her a wicked smile, not at all caught off-guard by her presence, but rather amused by it.
Becca strode back over to the table where Claire sat with some friends. She was suddenly hit by the desire to show Dan how clearly she had overcome his assault on her. She wanted to dance with Claire. She wanted to kiss Claire. If she could have done, she would have made love to Claire right there, if it would have shown Dan how strong she was.
She insistently pulled her amused lover over to the dance floor, where they began a slow, formal dance together. "What's up?" Claire asked in a low voice.
"Dan's here." Becca said. "I want him to see me with you. I want him to know I've beaten him."
Claire nodded, and took a half step closer to the other girl as they moved. Becca caught Dan's eye once again. He winked at her. She scowled back at him. "Ignore him." Claire whispered.
Becca nodded, but as soon as the music finished, she took the opportunity to kiss her girlfriend hard. Claire enjoyed the kiss but was not blind to its true motivation. She sighed, but didn't let go of Becca as they stepped into the next dance, a faster-paced melody which left them both panting.
"You look gorgeous when you're dancing." Becca complimented her partner.
"Just when I'm dancing?" Claire asked flirtatiously.
"In general." Becca told her with a kiss.
From that point on, they danced all night long. Claire found herself wondering if it was for show, or because Becca genuinely wanted to be with her, but she continued on nonetheless.
Both of them were left sore and tired as they walked home, but happy. "So... was that all for him?" Claire finally dared to venture, as Becca pulled her high-heeled shoes off, preferring to walk barefoot. Claire caught herself enjoying the sight of Becca's dainty feet.
"No. Of course not." Becca said, "I just wanted him to see me with you."
"Why?" Claire asked.
"To show him I'd beaten him." Becca smiled at her girlfriend.
"But he obviously still has some sort of hold on you." Claire pushed.
Becca felt slightly irritated. "Not really. I just wanted to be with you."
"Was it really about being with me? Or was it to show him that you were with me?" Claire asked.
Becca stopped walking. "Claire, please. I know what you're trying to say. The guy mutilated my body and changed my sexuality. He tried to ruin my life. Is it really so bad that I want him to see that I've moved on from that? That I've found someone I love?"
"No. I just -- I want me being with you to be about me being with you, not-" Something clicked in Claire's mind. "Wait. Did you just say what I thought you did?" She stepped back over to her girlfriend.
"What?" Becca asked with a sly grin. "That I love you?"
"Yeah," Claire breathed. "That."
"I do, you know." Becca said.
Claire just kissed her. Becca embraced her, taking hold of her lover's body, not caring that her erection was pressed into her girlfriend's stomach, not caring about the lesbian kiss, simply enjoying the suddenly perfect moment.
"I love you too." Claire said. They kissed again. As they broke apart, Claire said, "We need to hurry up and get home."
"Why?" Becca asked.
"Because under that dress you have a raging hard-on." Becca blushed as Claire referred openly to her member. "And under this one I'm horny as hell all of a sudden." A grin spread across her face. "I love you." She said.
"I love you." Becca replied. "And you're absolutely right, we do need to get home."
They finally fell asleep that night at around 4.30, having got back in at 2. Claire insisted she be allowed to suck Becca off whilst she was still wearing the dress her girlfriend had bought for her. Becca allowed herself to ejaculate quickly so she could tear her lover's clothes from her and start munching on her too-wet snatch.
She soon found herself with her cock dangling just above her lover's face, licking her out even as she teased her with her manhood. Finally, she allowed Claire to take her into her mouth for a second time, and they pleasure each other orally for several delicious minutes. Becca felt Claire's body tense as the other girl came, and she was left with her girlfriend's jism dribbling down her chin. She turned her attention to fucking Claire's mouth, making the horny young lesbian deep-throat her to bring her to ejaculation. Claire looked like her eyes might pop out as she struggled to breathe, but Becca came swiftly, pouring her come down her lover's throat.
Claire wrestled playfully with her, forcing her on to her front and pinning her arms behind her back. She pulled Becca's ass into the air, and grabbed at her cock, jerking her off as she fitted her strap-on to herself. She lubed them both, then began fucking the man-girl hard in the ass, enjoying Becca's grunts and moans as she made love to her.
Releasing the girl's arms, she once again took hold of her lover's cock even as she fucked her, and worked it hard as she pushed into her. Becca gasped, then cried out, and come shot from her member to cover Claire's hand.
Instead of letting Becca mount her straight away, Claire removed the toy and fell down to the bed next to her. "Now you do it to me." She said.
"Okay." Becca replied, and took up position behind her lover, spreading her legs wide.
Claire turned her head. "No." She said. "You do what I just did to you, to me."
Becca's eyes widened. "But -- we've never -- I haven't-"
"Exactly." Claire said. "Do I have to say it out loud? I love you, and I want you to fuck me in the ass!"
Becca laughed, but took the pot of lube from the dresser and did as she was bid. Claire grunted as she entered her, but soon became accustomed to the feel. Before long, her tight rectum brought Becca to orgasm. Becca withdrew to the bathroom and wiped her member clean.
When she returned, Claire was lying on her front, her legs spread wide, waiting for her. Becca took the opportunity to run her hands over the hot lesbian's young body, stimulating her nipples and clit before finally taking her cunt. They fucked hard, until at last, within mere seconds of each other, they climaxed.
They lay still by one another's side for several minutes, gazing into one another's eyes. "I love you." Claire said again.
Becca smiled, reaching for her lover. "I love you. But there's a problem."
"What's that?" Claire asked as she dutifully opened her legs, allowing Becca to more easily stroke her erect clit.
"You haven't had nearly enough orgasms tonight!" Becca declared, and plunged into her lover's naked crotch, attacking her clit with her tongue. She brought Claire to the very brink of orgasm, and held her there for as long as possible, finally tilting her over the edge so she spilled her juice into her lover's mouth. But Becca did not stop, bringing her to orgasm again and again until she was forced to beg for mercy, spent.
Becca laughed and drew the other girl into her arms. "I love you." She said.
Claire rested her head on her lover's shoulder. "I love you too."
Becca was startled awake by the sound of her phone going off. She picked it up from where she had left it next to their bed. One message received -- from Luke. Curiously, she opened it.
"I didn't do it it's nothing to do with me I'm sorry." It read.
Becca was perplexed by what it meant, until a few seconds later another arrived -- from Carla. "Are you okay? X" it read.
"What's going on?" A still sleepy Claire asked.
"I don't know. Really weird texts." Becca replied, and showed her lover.
"Hmmm." Claire said, and climbed out of the bed. She pulled her phone out of her bag and read the message aloud. "Check your e-mail." She said. "From Suzy."
She sat down at her desk, still naked, and switched on her laptop. Becca placed her arms around her. Claire opened her e-mail immediately. One new message. Claire clicked on it. Becca's hands dropped away from her girlfriend. Claire's jaw dropped.
There on the screen was a picture of Becca, stark naked, with her hard, huge cock clearly visible in the centre of the picture. Underneath read the caption "Becca Summers has a cock!".
Becca sat down on the bed. "It's from Dan." Claire said. They both knew it, despite the "anonymous" sender.
Both their phones started beeping. Claire grabbed hers and read it. "My God." She said. "It's from Steve." She held Becca's gaze for a second and the other girl nodded. "He sent it to the entire university."
Becca didn't say anything. After a long moment, she started to cry. Claire put her arms around her. "This is my fault." Becca said. "I shouldn't have flaunted you last night."
"Hey -- don't blame yourself. He's just... he's just evil, Becca." Claire said.
"I know that." Becca said between sobs. "This is his way of saying "you're not supposed to be happy, you're supposed to be a freak!""
"You're not a freak Becca." Claire held her close. "Or if you are, we're both freaks together, remember? I love you." She kissed at her girlfriend's tears. "I love you no matter what."
Becca clung to her desperately. "How do I deal with this?" She asked. "How do I face everyone now?"
"Tell everyone it's photoshopped." Claire said. "Report him to the university."
Becca simply hung on, as if for dear life. "That -- that might work." She managed. "But reporting him to the uni, getting him kicked out --" She stood. "No." She said, firmly, with anger burning in her eyes. Claire stood and faced her. "It's not enough. Not anymore. Not after this."
Claire reached an arm out to her girlfriend. Becca brushed her away, but took hold of her hand as she did so. "I'm so angry." She breathed.
"What do you want to do?" Claire asked.
"I want my own back." Becca said, locking her gaze. "I want revenge."
Claire nodded. She looked down. Then she met her girlfriend's eyes once again. "I thought you might." She said. She paused. "And I think I know how to get it."