The Greatest Lie Part 12

As I looked at the evidence of his privilege, and compared it to my desperate poverty, I began to hate him, and myself. I helped myself to the change he had left scattered on headboard, scrawled a curt note good-bye, and took off before he got out of the shower.

As I shivered through freezing bus ride back to my shabby apartment, I wondered whatever possessed me to get into this awkward and dangerous liaison. Oh well, I consoled myself, at least his cock fit my unfinished pussy. It had worked, sort of.

Tran showed up a half-hour later, chauffeured by Peter. "How did you rate a ride? That prick Alec offered to call me a cab."

"I think he has yellow fever,’" she replied. "I like your new friends even better than the old ones." She giggled appreciatively.

"Poor Alec was worried about being late for church with Mommy. I think you got the better of the two."

"But you got the richer one. Peter told me that Alec’s family is rich, like royalty. I think you found a sugar daddy, if you play it right."

"Oh, forget it. He’ll date and marry the girl his Mommy approves of, and that won’t be me. If they ever figure out we’re post-ops, they’ll freak out. We’ll be lucky if we only get dumped. So just forget about it," I added.

"So how was the sex?" Tran inquired.

"Nice and tight, from what he said. Felt like a secondary vaginoplasty without anesthesia to me."

"Yeah, it hurt a lot, even with his little dick. It hurts less to do it the old way."

"I guess we had better check the damage," I said, slipping out of my borrowed sweats and reclining with my stent and lubricant."

"You mean fucking is not enough dilation? It’s not fair!" Tran complained.

My interior was still lubricating from the unaccustomed activity of the night before, and it was swollen and tender. I winced with pain as I pressed past the threshold of the ring where scar tissue conjoined the former penile flap and the colon tissue. "Tran, you’re not going to believe this. I think my ring is even tighter."