The Greatest Lie Part 12

No wonder he was so happy, I thought. He had intoxicated and seduced his beautiful young classmate on their first date, and his buddy Peter had no doubt gotten lucky with my friend Tran. I was only too familiar with the feelings of power and achievement that he was feeling: after all, I used to be a guy.

But now I was a girl, and I reproached myself for having wasted my post-op virginity on a guy I never really liked, much less felt attracted to. Which, I wondered, was smaller relative to the rest of mankind: his cock or his mind? I felt like an idiot, a dumb freshman that had been snared and conquered by a smarmy, patronizing upperclassman.

I slipped quietly out of bed to pee and see how my new equipment had fared in it first skirmish. My pussy was tender, and the slight discharge that customarily followed dilation was now noticeably increased.

I felt used and more than a little hung over. I wrapped a towel around my hair and took a long, scalding shower in his spotless and luxuriously appointed bathroom. There were lots of costly toiletries, but none were obviously feminine. I rifled his bathroom drawers for a Tampax, but there was none: there was no sign of a resident girlfriend.

By the time I emerged from the bathroom I felt a little better.

Unfortunately, the bed was empty. That meant there would be no stealthy escape from this scene: Prince Charming was up and about. Then I noticed the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs wafting through the room. My pompous debaucher was cooking breakfast: an awkward interlude was impending.

I decided to get into the scenario. I called out a cheery "Good morning," and stepped into the kitchen, modestly draped in a bed sheet.

"That smells fantastic," I lied. I really prefer fruit and yogurt to a traditional starch- and fat-laden breakfast. "Do you have anything else I can wear?"

"Wow, you look like something out of one of my dreams," Alec said. "Draped around you, that sheet looks like the gown of a fairytale princess."