Becoming April

"Look, it's late," Jason said, his tone changing to normal, "I just wanted to check in with you and make sure that everything was all right."

"Yeah, things are alright," Andy told him.

"Good, see you in class tomorrow night?"

"I'll be there."

"Okay," Jason said, "sleep well and I'll see you then."

The line went dead and Andy sat there breathing hard, his stiff cock in his hand. Putting the phone down, he looked around the room, not sure what to do next. Then his eyes were drawn to his cock and he absently began to pluck at his pubic hair.

"I can't," he told himself, "I really shouldn't." "Still . . .," a little voice in the back of his head told him, "it would be hot."

He sat there in silence for a moment and then picking up a small pair of scissors, began to cut away at the hair between his legs.

Andy was nervous as he came to class the next evening. Jason alleviated any fears he had by not acting any different toward him than he'd ever acted before. There was the usual banter, disagreements about politics and books or movies recommended. At the end of the class the students gathered outside to talk, smoke a cigarette and eventually go their separate ways.

As Jason and Andy started up the street, Andy's sense of unease returned. It seemed to him that now that they were alone, the unmentioned elephant in the corner had returned. Jason on the other hand continued on as if nothing had ever happened or been said on the phone and once again Andy's sense of calm returned.

They were standing on the corner waiting for the light to change when from behind them there was a voice speaking in a southern drawl "Hey sugar, it's been a long time."

Jason and Andy turned and there stood a tall, skinny black woman. She was heavily made up and perfumed and wore a very short, very tight, red leather mini skirt. Her heavy breasts were encased in a thin white shirt that did nothing to hide her nipples and which was tied up under her breasts and open at the top to reveal an ample amount of cleavage. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was a transexual, one of the many who prowled this neighborhood at this time of night.