Love and Drama Pt. 01

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A few notes, I am setting things up so no sex in the first part, but it’s coming. I wanted to paint a broader picture. Thanks for being patient.

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They had never said “I love you”. But he spoke the words first, so they must be true. Sitting in front of the glowing computer screen with the biggest smile ever on her face, she reeled at the thought of someone saying those three powerful words with honesty and sincerity. Alex had become special to her over the past two years of video chats and emails. They were to meet in person, soon. Her parents of course told her, when she was younger, but since she made the decision to transition, she had been cut off from her family and years since she spoke to them. Daphne took that rejection and pushed hard for everything in her life. Ridicule, taunts, threats, and prejudice had followed her for years at the beginning of her transition. Now, after five years on hormones she had little to remind her she was born male. She is feminine from head to toe, and no one doubted that anymore.

She worked her way through business school, all the while working in the mail room at a multinational law office. Upon her graduation, and with a recommendation, she was promoted up to executive assistant. She was told she was over qualified and entirely too talented to work in a mail room. The last three years she’s been the personal assistant to James McKinley one of the senior partners in the firm. He grew to trust her with private, extremely important case files and documents, and she respected his knowledge, and compassion. Her passion for art, and the arts had always been a hobby of hers, but this was her career. She had always been concerned on just how people would take to a trans-gendered woman in a position like hers. Her worries were put to rest immediately when James wouldn’t put up with anyone trying to treat her any different. Which, sadly, was a common occurrence to people like her. The income she made as an assistant had given her a comfortable life, and she was now able to finish her transition, and receive her genital reassignment surgery.

Now, thoughts of Alex filled her mind. Tomorrow was her last day at work, then in three days she was to fly to Paris to meet Alex and have her surgery. As she shut down her computer, she wondered what it was going to be like. Will he really like me when he sees me in person? How will things be different once I have had my surgery? Will he be ok until I have healed? She told herself long ago, that Alex was the one to take her “virginity”. Laying in bed, she couldn’t help but think of her future, and how it is going to change. As she drifted off to sleep the only thing on her mind was Alex.

Already busy putting together files and documents for James, Daphne barely noticing her boss walk by and into his office kept working. She was so focused on getting as much done as she could before she left that nothing else mattered. She had loved this job, but now is her time to move on. James’ secretary Rosemary finally arrived for work, “Morning Daphne.” She called out from her desk.

“Good morning Rosemary.” She replied not looking up. Suddenly, Daphne’s phone rang three quick short rings – James calling she thought, as she reached for the receiver. “Morning Mr. McKinley, how can I help you?”

“Daphne, would you please come in here?” Was all he said, and hung up. He never waited for an answer. She straighten her suit jacket and skirt. Her hair pulled back into a bun with two pencils jabbed into her bright red locks, showing she had been hard at work for some time already this morning. She quickly entered her boss’ office. Sitting behind a huge dark wood desk, surrounded by diplomas, awards and pictures of his family, sat James McKinley. Black suit, white shirt, red “power tie”. His dark brown hair had begun to gray at the temples, and his blue eyes still shined for passion for his work. Even at 54 years old he worked like a law student. Always hard, efficient, and compassionate towards his clients. She admired him greatly, and at the station and reputation he’d made for himself.

“Sir?”

“Daphne, I am truly disappointed in you.” He began.

“Sir?” A worried expression now hung from her lightly painted face.

“How long have you worked for me?”

“Three years.” She replied promptly.

“Three years, and you STILL call me ‘sir’, why is that?” He continued not looking up from his morning paper.

“A sign of respect…sir. I admire what you do, and I would never condescend to casually calling you by your first name.” She explained.

He took in a deep breath, slapped the paper on the desk and stood up. Straightening himself he walked around the desk and past her. Daphne swallowed Bostancı Esmer Escort hard as he closed his office door. Returning he sat on the edge of his desk and motioned her to sit in one of the lush leather chairs in front of his desk. She sunk into the soft enveloping chair.

“Daphne, I feel like we have gotten to be close.” He began.

“Agreed.” She replied.

“So, this ‘sir’ crap has got to go. You will start calling me James from now on. I consider you a valued colleague, and friend.” He explained with a smile growing on his face.

“I can’t thank you enough for you kind words si- I mean James.” She stammered, “But today is my last day, you remember I gave you notice a month ago.”

“No.” He replied brushing lint from his desk. “I know you had planned to leave, but I have another proposition for you.”

She interrupted him, “I cannot stay on, I have a trip and surgery scheduled. They can’t be delayed or canceled.”

James laughed, and shook his head. “I have to say, that’s one of the things I appreciate about you. You can tell me no, unlike that Rosemary out there.” He nodded towards the door.

He stood and returned to his chair behind the desk. Pulling a folder from his briefcase he tossed it on the desk towards Daphne.

Reaching for it she asked, “What’s this?”

“Read.” Was all James would say hiding a smile.

Daphne’s eyes scanned the three page document, getting the gist. A skill she had acquired since coming to work for James. A deep breath filled her lungs, as she blew it out she shook her head and set the folder back on the desk gently, as if it might break.

“Sir… James, I can let you do this.” She stated flatly shaking her head at him.

“Oh, you will, and you know why?” He challenged her now.

“Why?” She replied.

“Because we love you here, and we need you in our firm.” He stated smiling warmly. “There’s no way we would let a talent such as yours go.”

“I love this job, and working for you. Never a dull moment for sure.” James laughed and nodded.

“But, I have to quit, the policy says…”

“I don’t give a damn about the policy. Go to Paris, have your surgery, meet you friend. Then when you’re ready, go to our branch there.” He told her, “They’ve been informed that you’re coming, and what roll you are to have in the firm. If you decide to return to the states, your position with me will still be here.”

“But-” She began.

“No buts! I am paying you disability while you’re off, no matter how long it takes.”

“I-I can’t believe this!” Daphne exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Now now,” James said standing and go to her, “Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry, and I can’t have Rosemary seeing me cry.”

Daphne laughed and stood up before the man she so admired. He held out his arms, and she smiled and hugged him. She felt like she was hugging the father who had disowned her five years ago.

James straightened himself, and cleared his throat. “Could you get me the Anderson case file?”

“Right away!” She smiled and hurried out of the office, never a dull moment, she thought.

The day was rushing by, Daphne glanced up at the clock; 4:45! Holy cow! She thought, where did the day go? Her phone rang three times, she tightened up a folder, and reached for her phone.

“What can I do for you James?” She asked straightening her desk, and gathering files.

“I need you in my office…thanks.” His voice was up beat, almost cheery.

Thanks?! Did he say thanks?

She hurried into James’ office, with a more casual approach than usual (being her last day after all).

“What’s up James?” She asked leaning on the back of one of his lush chairs.

He glanced up over his reading glasses, and motioned for her to sit.

“I know today is your last day, and you want to get out of here, but I need you.” He explained.

“Sure James, what do you need from me?” Daphne inquired.

“I have a new case file, that recently landed on my desk. I need you to organize the memos by date, and make copies of the whole thing.”

“Sure, not a problem.” She asked looking around his desk, which was virtually clear of clutter. James cleared his throat and motioned to a box on the floor.

“That?!” She exclaimed, eyes widening.

“Yes, that. Look, I understand you have a lot to do before you leave, but I know only you can do this.” He said.

“Ok, let me get to work.” She said standing up and heading to the box.

“Get as much done as you can, if it’s not done by… six just pack up and head home.” He assured her she wouldn’t be there all night.

“OK.” She replied slinging the box on her Bostancı Eve Gelen Escort hip and heading to her desk.

Her back ached, her feet hurt, her hair was a mess, but she had finished her final project. She looked to the clock she noticed the time; 7:15! Hauling the box Daphne delivered it back to Jame’s office, glancing around, she realizes, he’s not here?! He never leaves me here alone. She takes a deep breath and returns to her desk to gather her belongings to leave. As she exists the office she is startled by James standing at her desk.

“OH! There you are, I thought you had left for the night.”

“No, I had to run an errand before you left, appears as though I returned just in time.” He explained.

“Well, I am headed out, the project is done, and in your office.”

“Excellent. Here.” James replied handing Daphne a small box.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“It’s a satellite phone. The office number, my work cell, my personal cell, and my home phone number programmed. If you ever need anything, please call me.” He explained.

“James, this isn’t necessary.” She replied.

“Just take it with you. Please.”

Daphne smiled and hugged James again.

Daphne burst through her apartment door, completely disheveled. She immediately powered on her PC. Slipping off her heels she paused and shook her head. Slow down girl, life is about to begin, remember all of these moments. This is what will forge the manner in which you live your life form here on out. Grabbing the bottle of wine from her fridge and a glass from the cabinet she slid into her computer chair, feeling softer than ever before. Like a cloud gently cradling her round soft posterior.

Almost as if on cue, her video chat program pops up incoming call from : Alex. She smiles from ear to ear, and clicks the connect button.

There, smiling and waving is her, as she affectionately calls him, boy-toy.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He stated excitedly.

“Hey there handsome.”

“I was beginning to worry, I called a while ago, and you didn’t answer.” A worried expression masked his face.

“Sorry baby, my boss had me do one last project. Oh, and you’re not going to believe what he is going to do for me.”

“Oh ya?”

“Ya, he gave me disability pay while I am out!” She said.

“But, that’s like 4 months minimum!” He replied shocked.

“I know! He said there would be a position for me when I want to come back.” She expanded.

“When you go back?” Alex slumped in his chair, and bowed his head.

“Oh baby!” Daphne exclaimed, “No no, the firm has a branch in Paris… I can go there!” She declared.

“Oh! Well, that’s..awesome!” He replied, unsure.

“Ya, IF I want to go back, not when.” She reassured him.

As things calmed back down and they talked about their day. And about Daphne’s flight and arrival times, Alex paused.

“What wrong baby?” Daphne asked concerned.

“Nothing, just… that day can’t come soon enough.” He explained.

Daphne thought for a moment, then bit her lip. “Can I show you something?”

“Huh? Sure babe, ya.” He replied.

Daphne winked at Alex, and pulled her blouse off. There resting in a luscious piece of hot pink lace were two soft, sweet, round mounds of the sweetest flesh. She pushed her arms together to create more cleavage.

“Oh, baby.” Alex sighed in a deep, husky, lust-filled voice.

“You like?” She asked, knowing what his response would be.

“You know I do.” He replied.

“Good! Now, what would you like me to do?” She asked coyly.

“You know what I want, but we agreed.” He replied with a pout.

Daphne giggled. But inside she breathed a sigh of relief, she had never done this before, and wasn’t sure how he’d react.

“You are such a tease!” Alex protested.

“I won’t be. Soon these, and all of me will be yours. I can’t wait to surrender to you, to give myself completely to you.” Daphne proclaimed.

“Baby, I feel the same way. It’s like we were meant to find each other and be together.” He smiled, and got serious. “Over all these miles, and years I knew I’d find that special person for me. I never in a million life times thought that person would be someone so fun, sexy, creative, and unique as you.”

“Absolutely baby,” She replied. “It’s like I woke up from a dream to find another had begun when I met you.”

“You are too sweet.” He replied.

Taking a sip of wine, Daphne wanted to settle things back down a bit. “So what are your plans for the next few days? You know once I am there you won’t have time for anything else.”

Alex laughed. “I hope so. I need to clean my flat, and stock Bostancı Evi Olan Escort the house. I rarely have any food here, and due to the fact I plan on keeping you busy for while we’ll need stuff here to keep up our strength.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She replied scooping her breasts in her hands and bouncing them up and down.

“Whoa baby! I’m already, ready to go.” He blushed.

“Keep that image in your head.” She taunted him.

“Oh ya!” he declared. “Burned into my mind’s eye forever!”

They chatted for another hour and finally, time for bed.

“Baby? It’s getting late, you should get some rest.” Alex suggested.

“Ya, I guess, you have something better to do? Another girlfriend to chat with?” She teased him.

“Very funny. You know you are the only one for me.” He explained.

“Ok baby, have a good night..day..whatever it is over there.” She giggled.

“You too, sleep well.”

“Thanks, and baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.” She smiled, the second time sunk in big time for Daphne, the first time felt surreal.

“I love you.” Alex echoed, blowing her a kiss. She mirrored him and waved goodnight.

Shutting down her computer, she sighed, and gulped down the rest of her glass of wine. Her thoughts raced, and as usual her insecurities overwhelmed her. I still have a penis! He is going to see it, and be disgusted. He won’t like me physically. He won’t like my habits. He will hate what I am and send me away. If all that comes to be, then I will have to take up James on the available flat to rehabilitate in. Crawling into bed she couldn’t help but begin to cry. She’s always been quick to tears, but now, streaming down her face, afraid to face the future she’s always longed for. She’s been craving this all her life. Someone who loves her for who and what she is. Being transgender has always been difficult. From rejection from her parents, to rejection in her social life, she wondered if that was just going to be how is has to be.

She was at her wits end until two years ago, she was in a relationship chat room. Discussions ranging from how to find a good partner to how to handle bad, and or physically abusive partners. She was usually quiet, but the subject of GLBT folks came up, and that sparked her fire. So frustrated with life, and rejection she became a very vocal part of the conversation. After that night she returned every night for a week. Little did she know Alex had suffered a bad breakup and was just there to listen as well. He saw her fire and passion for people like her and their social position in life, and felt for her. He admired her passion and fire, and one night, got up the nerve to instant message her. They began to talk nearly every night. Realizing how much they had in common outside of relationship issues they formed a bond of friendship.

She came out to him pretty quickly, expecting him to reject her. His response was so? This put her more at ease, and they became closer, occasionally video chatting. He was always very complimentary, and sweet. She was always so concerned how she looked to him, but assured her she was always beautiful to him. They began to become “flirty” and there conversations got to be very risque. Daphne enjoyed the attention. Alex promised her, he would never do anything to hurt her. He told her, about a year into their friendship, that he was falling for her, and had feelings of more than friends. They became a “online item” and decided to be celibate, not that that was difficult for Daphne, but Alex doing so made her feel more comfortable.

Six months ago, Daphne told Alex she was planning her gender reassignment surgery, and she was deciding on a surgeon. Alex spent the next day doing research along side her, and told her of a top notch surgeon, who just happened to be in Paris (where Alex lives). Daphne set up her surgery with the doctor in Paris the next day. His waiting list was five months long! Alex had convinced Daphne to come to Paris a few weeks ahead of time so they could meet, and get to know each other. She was hesitant at first, always wary, and insecure. But he wore her down, and she agreed.

Now that day was a mere two days away. She was wracked with nervous energy, the next two days would pass by incredibly slowly. Even though she kept busy, getting her affairs in order, shutting off her TV, and internet. Giving her apartment key to a trusted friend from work, who would go there once a week just to make sure everything was ok, and no one had broken in. Daphne also left a rent check for each of the four months she’d be gone (post dated) with her land lord. She wanted to have a home to come back to if things didn’t work out.

Now just twelve hours away from take off, Daphne could not sleep. She sat on the roof top of her brownstone looking out over the city. I will miss you city… I won’t miss the noise, but I will miss home.

She thought to herself listening to a couple in the next building argue. She looked up to the stars and thought of Alex.

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