Sunday, December 22
Well, that was boring.
I mean, nothing happened this week. Oh yeah, lots happened, but nothing happened. A goodly bit of retail therapy to buy presents for Mom and Becca. Mom sent presents to relatives all over the globe on Monday, which was about the last date to send stuff out. We don't do Christmas cards, although lots of people send them to us. Dunno why. Never really came up.
We put up the tree on Tuesday. Carlos came over and a boy Becca knew from HS came over as well and helped up with the heavy lifting, of which there was plenty. We have a service who decorate the outside of the house, and they did their thing the week before Thanksgiving, so we were all lit ablaze by Tuesday night. Much eggnog and cookies consumed in the process.
Wednesday more shopping. Pretty much giving up shopping for the season. Mom said the weather where we were going next week was a little more temperate, so I bought a couple of light sweaters. Cute, girlie stuff. Lousy time of year to shop for anything, I'm told, so there's that.
Carlos came over again Wednesday and Becca was out with a date and Mom was out with Mr. Matson (!!!) and so he and I had the basement to ourselves and Princess the wonderdog. I gave him his MAIN Christmas present there on the sofa, and he seemed to enjoy it. I particularly liked the part where he unwrapped. He unwrapped very slowly. I like to tear the paper and pull on the ribbons, but he likes to slowly unfasten everything like it's a work of art. Sigh...
I was learning more about what he liked. He had that really sensitive spot at the base of his shaft where it met his balls, and he loved being licked and sucked there. The porn films are really all wrong, at least about him. It's more about soft sucking and careful stroking and gentle massaging. Deep throat seems to be over-rated, but fitting as much in my warm mouth as I can was clearly important. I needed to work my hand and mouth together for the best effect.
He expressed major enjoyment in both the process and the ending. I hadn't blown him enough to judge any variation in his cum, either taste or volume, but along with my own saliva he filled up my little mouth. I tried to swallow with his cock still in my mouth, but that was harder than it sounded. I learned to slide him out of my mouth and swallow just as my lips closed around the tip of his cock.
He was pretty quick to cum. Watching pornos, you'd think it takes a half hour to bring a guy off. He was done in less than two minutes, not like I had a stop watch going, but still, a girl likes to know her efforts are appreciated! He certainly seemed to be a happy camper when I lifted my head from his crotch and laid back on his chest.
We hugged and cuddled under a blankie post-bj, and he seemed to be wonderfully comfortable. His hand around my chest was gently cuddling my still-growing boobie, and he knew how to cuddle one of my tiny boobies and make me feel all warm inside.
I gave him his other present, the one he could unwrap in front of his Mom, and he had something for me that I promised not to unwrap until Christmas morning.
After a while, he headed out. We tried to figure out a good time to see each other again before Christmas. There was a bus that took skiers to one of the local slopes, and I hadn't been on my snowboard yet this season. In fact, I wasn't sure if my ski clothes still fit. Of course, they were in boy colors, but fairly androgenous. We made a tentative date (subject to Mom's approval) to ride the ski-bus at 7am Saturday and come back later that afternoon.
Mom told me that the thingie we were going to after Christmas was "business casual" except for new years night which would be formal as hell. However, she said either of the dresses I'd worn to the formal thingies earlier this month would do for that, so I had to think about 5 or 6 days of travel and whatever the fuck "business casual" meant for a teen girl. Mom said not to sweat it much, but hey, I'm going to be around a zillion people I don't know and trying to pass as a girl and shit, the normal teen girl stuff about meeting new people so anyway, yeah, not `sweating it much' wasn't in the cards.
So I figure I'm going to be traveling kinda in androgenous stealth mode, with a boy ID so maybe like no makeup and whatever... jeans and tennis shoes and layering a golf shirt and a really loose pull-over sweater and little or no padding in my bra so maybe I don't get any weird looks from TSA or the ticket agents or whatever, and then my normal stuff (yoga pants or jeans and just plain simple golf shirts and stuff like that for this whatever conference we're going to). Maybe I'm over thinking this, but I'm learning to over thing everything now-a-days. Anyway, I spent like all day Thursday kinda sweating this out.
Friday we went shopping AGAIN, which was a decided mistake, but Mom, Becca, and I went out to a really nice Thai restaurant and it was fun to go somewhere out in the world in girl mode again, although buried in layers of sweaters and jackets, it's hard to tell the difference between girl and boy mode. Becca is so beautiful, and I wish I looked like her. I made a decision right then and there not to ever cut my hair again, or at least not until it was really, really long. Anyway, I just ate my Pad Thai and enjoyed giggling with my Mom and sister like I was one of the girls.
Suddenly, Becca started staring across the table at me, and said, "you know, Christy, I like you better as a sister than I ever did as a brother." I thought I was going to cry.
When we got home, I pulled out my snow board and made sure everything was OK from last season. Yeah, my boots felt a bit tight, but my ski outfit had always been a bit androgenous, and with the HRT I was on, I wasn't growing much. Everything seemed to fit just fine. Long before daybreak Saturday, I was up and ready, and Mom ferried me to the transit station downtown where the ski bus took off. We'd booked seats early in the week, so Carlos and I were assured a ride to the slope and back. He saw me and told me how cute I looked in my snowboarding outfit. It was basically sky blue with some flannel around the neck and matching sky blue boots. Even as a boy last year, I was pretty much dressing as a girl. I strapped my snowboard onto the rack on the back of the bus, and we climbed in to grab two seats together.
Carlos and I talked and giggled about everything and nothing. It dawned on me that every time we'd been together, we'd talked about something -- golf or the play or sex or whatever. This was the first time we'd just talked about everything and nothing. We looked out the window of the bus and marveled at the scenery. We talked about skiing (his thing) versus snowboarding (my thing) and we talked about lunch and the birds we saw and the other people on the bus and... well.... Nothing.
Checking into the ski slope was pretty straightforward. We'd both bought season passes in advance so it was just a matter of showing the passes, putting our valuables away in the lockers, and jumping on the chair lift. Since this was the first time we'd been on the slopes in a year, we took it easy at first, knowing we'd be challenging the diamond slopes later in the day. Lunch was just a burger and a drink in the lodge, but it was fun being a girl on a date with her boyfriend. I hardly noticed I was eating anything I spent so much time just staring in Carlos' eyes.
The afternoon was more of the same, and we got back on the bus and headed home. It was nearly an hours ride, and I snuggled up to Carlos for a nap, laying my head on his shoulder like every other girl on a date on the bus was doing. For an hour, I had no recollection at all of ever having been a boy.
When the bus pulled up in the transit station, I turned to Carlos and he pulled me toward him for a great, long, wet, juicy kiss. I could have died right there and then.
So that brings us to today. We're finishing up the tree (still a little bit of stuff to do) and wrapping a few more presents. Christmas isn't for a few more days, but we need to be 90% packed because we're taking off on planes on the 26th and won't be back until January 2.