Just Another Day by Jeff Exilimar jeff_exilimar@yahoo.com 31 December 2005
With a loud buzzing sound ringing throughout her room, Charlotte awoke in the dark and rolled over to slap the button on her clock radio. Well, to call it a clock radio was somewhat of a misnomer since the radio made a lower pitched and louder buzz than the alarm. Rubbing her eyes the glowing blobs resolved into 5:45, with a small red dot uselessly reminding her that it was in the A.M. Completing the roll, her feet hit the floor and, grabbing her dressing robe, she made her way groggily to her flat's bathroom.
Hanging the robe from a hook on the back of the door, she then turned around and reached into the shower to start the hot water running. As she waited for the spray to heat up, she lifted her teddy over her head and looked in the mirror. Almost the highlight of her day, her 34C bosom stood proudly upon her chest. Turning the cold faucet a half turn, she stepped into the stream of water. Once wetted down Charlotte soaped up her loufa ball and moved it over her smooth pale skin. A small shudder ran through her as the plastic mesh brushed over the nipples of the breasts she'd wanted so badly, that it was with more than a little resentment that she soaped up the seven inch penis that still seemed to define her life.
As the soap moved off her body, Charlotte was honest enough to admit to herself that she'd always wanted to be a girl, even as Matt, but once she'd started passing (and gone quite beyond 'just' passing) she'd realized that 'girl' wasn't a destination, but an altogether different path she'd started on. And she'd become quite lost. A practically non-existent social life, and no real sexual identity had left her living out her day-to-day existence as just a person, and a boring one at that.
Charlotte dried off and shrugged on her robe. A simple breakfast followed soon afterward, then she dressed in her business suit, the skirt a mandatory reminder of her sought after femininity, and the walk down to the subway station. Had she not been so wrapped up in the mundanity of her life, Charlotte may have noticed the appreciating glances of quite a few of the men on her train, and a couple of the ladies as well. But her downcast expression would not serve her well and she left the train and entered her workplace unaware of these fleeting glances directed toward her.
Her job did nothing to help Charlotte's self image either. "Pushing paper" may be a colloquialism, but it described her place in the secretarial pool well. Paper would come in, Charlotte would put it into tan folders, and the nervous nineteen-year-old file clerk would pick up the folders and take them away. She didn't know what was in the files or where they went after she matched the little codes up. Ten minutes of break to use the facilities, and then a new pile of paper. When the kid wheeled those away, Charlotte went to the cafeteria. One hour (and a peanut butter sandwich) later it was time for the third pile.
Charlotte finished the last file of the day, and with palatable relief she made her way over to the time clock and logged out for the day. Despite how ho-hum her private life was, the tedium of her job was like a weight lifted from her whenever the green light announcing her workday was over flashed upon the small black box. Walking out, she noticed dejectedly that while she was in that soulless glass-and-steel box, it had rained. As there was still a soft mist in the air, Charlotte hurried to the station thankful that she'd worn flats today if she was going to forget her umbrella.
The train ride home was the same as the ride to work, truth be told, many of the same people were on both trains, unbeknownst to Charlotte. She left the train and shuffled toward her flat, preparing for another night of bad TV alone.
As Charlotte was standing on the corner waiting for the light to cycle and pondering which rerun she'd view tonight, a sporty little red car zipped through the intersection in a left turn a little too fast. It drifted a touch closer to the curb than the roads were designed for. Just a touch. On any other day, Charlotte wouldn't have noticed, but it'd rained earlier. So while she didn't notice the drifting car, Charlotte was more than aware of the sheet of water it kicked up and drenched her with. As she was, vainly, trying to clean off a touch, to her surprise the car actually stopped. She'd firmly been convinced that the driver responsible would just keep going, but no, he'd stopped. She peered at the man climbing from the small car.
Apologizing profusely, Charlotte realized it was the file clerk from the office, Billy. Gangly in his nineteen-year-old frame, he'd not quite grown into 'Bill' or 'William'. His curly dark hair was rather disheveled from zipping about in his car, the tie and button up shirt replaced by an 'Obey Giant' tee. Snapping to, Charlotte listened as Billy offered to take her home and pay for whatever cleaning was needed. Charlotte assured him that it wasn't a problem, that she'd just lived a couple of blocks up from the corner. Billy was insistent and after some odd glances their way, she relented if just to avoid being a public spectacle.
Quickly they arrived at her building, and Charlotte walked up to her apartment, Billy in tow. He was still apologizing and finally she told him firmly that it really was alright. He seemed to get the message and finally relaxed as they got to her door. Billy said goodbye then stopped before completing his turn to leave. Not feeling the short ride to her home was enough; he offered to cook Charlotte dinner. Sensing a convoluted day at the office tomorrow if she refused Charlotte pointed him in the direction of her small kitchen and went to change out of her muddy clothes and take a shower.
She walked out twenty minutes later to find dinner was ready. Boiled broccoli and mac & cheese were about par for the course, but Billy had broiled up the chicken in a way far more elaborate than her usual fare. Since she lived alone and never entertained, Charlotte hadn't invested in a dinner table so she found herself eating next to Billy on the couch to eat their meal. As they ate, they watched Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. As the finally puzzle was solved long after they'd finished eating, she was surprised to find that she and Billy had moved next to each other, his arm around her shoulder. As one of the many CSI clones came on, Billy must have realized this as well. Without much conscious thought, he leaned down and touched his lips to Charlotte's. As he drew her to him, his tongue slipped into her mouth gently caressing her own. Soon caught up in the passion, his arms fully surrounded her and his hands began to move over Charlotte's body. She reveled in her first experience being kissed and held by a man. She enjoyed the sensation of Billy's hands on her neck, back, her thighs, her bosom...
Suddenly everything stopped. Charlotte looked down, and so did Billy, as his hand rested between her legs, right on top of her now hard seven-inch penis. Charlotte began to recoil in shock, moving away from Billy in embarrassment and a little bit of fear. Billy for his part didn't move at all before remarking on the fact that this did a lot to explain why Charlotte was so shy at work. To put her at ease, he took a foot into his hands and began to rub it. As she relaxed, Billy hands moved up Charlotte's legs and torso until he was practically on top of her. As their lips met, Billy's hands began undoing the buttons to her blouse. Charlotte's hands flew down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She trembled when his naked chest pressed down on her bosom as he kissed her. His tongue moved across her lips, over her chin, upon her throat. A gasp escaped when his mouth took her nipple into its grasp. Charlotte wriggled underneath as Billy licked and nuzzled at her chest. Finally she was experiencing everything she'd wanted and sacrificed for.
After far too short of a time to her Billy moved away from her chest, and to her surprise, began to move downward, running his lips across her stomach. As he moved down, Billy grabbed the top of her skirt and panties and pulled them down, quickly revealing her penis. She flushed all over; embarrassed at the organ she'd not fully dealt with yet. But Billy was apparently ready to deal with it, as she arched her back when he took the head of her into his mouth. She wriggled as his tongue rolled over the spongy head, delicately licking the slit at the tip of her rod before taking the length of her deep into his mouth. As he sucked on her penis, Billy's hands moved up to squeeze and caress her breasts. This fondling along with the action upon her sex was finally too much for Charlotte. Crying out, she began to squirt shot after shot into Billy's mouth.
Billy pulled away. And Charlotte flushed again in embarrassment at not warning Billy that she was coming. Billy gave her a lopsided grin and kissed her. Taking her into his arms he began to rub her back, the warmth of his own penis hot against her thigh. One of his hands moved aside as he kissed her passionately, after the kiss, he had placed the hand onto her rear. She could feel a cool wet feeling there. He kissed her gently, then slowly turned her over.
Billy lied down upon her back. He leaned over and kissed Charlotte's neck and rubbed her neck and shoulders until she felt relaxed. He pushed up and placed his organ at her rear opening. He leaned down and kissed her neck as he slowly pushed his penis through the dollop of lubricant he'd placed at the opening and into her warm cavity. She gasped as his shaft penetrated her, stretching her tight ring around his organ. Painful at first, she soon grew accustomed to his presence inside her and began to moan in pleasure. His lips on the nape of her neck, his hands grasping her breasts, his hot rod thrusting in and out of her until at last Billy cried out. Jets of warm, sticky liquid splashed into her bowels as he came inside her.
The two cuddled for a while, Billy's spent member softening and sliding out of her rear. Finally the two disentangled themselves and began to dress. Billy awkwardly kissed Charlotte at the door. Charlotte blushed and mumbled something about seeing him at work the next day. Billy kissed her one more time and left.
Charlotte went to work the next day, feeling a little better than usual, looking forward to when she was done with her first set of envelopes. She looked up from her last envelope when she heard the cart roll in. To her surprise, Billy wasn't pushing it. Disappointed, she went on break. Billy didn't appear for the rest of the day either. By the end of the week Charlotte realized he'd left the company, and her days resumed their routine, made a little drearier with nothing left but a memory. But there was a little hope left behind as well, even if they ended as just another day.
Happy new year - Remember, I like to hear from all of you who enjoy the stories. Real life has begun to settle down, so I should be able to keep up again, and maybe the stories will come a touch more often.