Lola Chapter 2

- ….So those videos of you that I found..
- That was on purpose.. all part of the plan
- What the hell!
- I wanted to see if it was possible… test you a little
- And I went for it!
- You promised not to get angry!

I calmed down. So it was all a theatre of the absurd, and now Lola had caught me. There was nothing to stop us from exploring each other further, and the thought scared me a little.
- Maybe you want me to move back home? She looked a little down.
- I actually don't know what it is I want. Deep down.
- I'm in no rush, but I actually like you very much. I'd like us to give it a try.

I drank some coffee. Thoughts swirled around. But if someone finds out? If we become a couple? What will the friends say? The friends who have already met Lola together with Markus have no idea about her secret. My siblings, my parents? Yes, but there is nothing to reveal that Lola is not a woman through and through. Nothing that is visible from the outside anyway, except...
She's very feminine, in that southern way. Always a bit made up but without exaggeration. With a feminine elegance. Good at conversation, educated, empathetic, and with a slightly twisted, intelligent sense of humor. She bursts into a ringing, infectious laugh. Socially, Lola is a hit! A brat! Everyone will love her.

- I have a lecture soon, I'll leave you alone.

A quick peck on the cheek and off she went. I spent the morning studying. Not the kind you can take at university, though, but there is plenty of information online. And porn. Jerking, squirting, fucking "ladyboys" or "shemales". The range was astounding. And exciting. I read some serious texts and even erotic short stories, but found myself returning to porn every now and then. Something about the visuals that was hard to resist.

When Lola put the key in the door, I had a panicked impulse to turn off the laptop and pretend I was doing something else, but then I realized that would have been wrong. Better then that she gets to see that I'm trying to understand. That I study at the kitchen table. Lola came in, greeted kindly and saw the screen.