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Core's Opportunity - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2018-10-06 02:43:36 +0000 UTCCore’s Opportunity—Chapter 15
by Zmeydros
When Core wakes up on Victoria's bed, someone else is laying next to him. He reaches out to touch her grey-skinned arm and she turns toward him. Blinking, he says, "What the?"
It's the trans shark--Denise! She says, "Morning, Victoria and Millie had to go home. Victoria's husband came to pick up Victoria after her act so she didn't have to drive home while she was in heat and Millie's got some work to do on Hanz's new place."
Blushing bright red, Core says, "Did-did we?" pointing at himself and then her.
She laughs so hard she shakes the bed. "No, dear, my girl doesn't let me play with others. Not that I'd want to. I'm kinda a one girl shark."
"Oh, good." He sighs in relief. The threat of having sex with someone he never even met properly before is a big reason why he locked himself in his apartment whenever he went into heat. "Wait, Victoria's husband?"
Denise nods. "Yep, he lets her play around because almost no one person can keep up with the likes of her and Millie."
Well, at least he doesn't have to worry about whether Victoria and him could start a relationship. He kinda wishes she'd told him, but now that he thinks of it, she had a ring on her finger. Maybe he overlooked that all this time because she was trying so hard to get him to play with her? He feels his breasts tingle as a vague memory of Victoria suckling him passes through his mind.
Backing away, Denise says, "You're looking a bit heat-crazed there."
Taking a couple deep breaths, he calms himself. "Sorry."
"It's fine! I just want you to hang on till I get you back to Millie's place."
"Why, umm, didn't she bring me back last night?"
"There's no easy way to say this... Your heat is formidable. Like, neither of them could keep up with you and when you finally fell asleep, they didn't want to chance waking you up."
"Oh no!" He covers his breasts suddenly feeling very naked. Did he scare them away? He should have listened to that voice, that voice that told him to stop, that voice that told him "slut" was a bad word!
"Hey, whatever's giving you that devastated face, put it away. They were gushing about how much fun they had with you. Victoria sent me a text this morning saying her husband said she could help you out this afternoon and Millie is going to help you out in the evening." She gives him a jagged grin, "No worries, you'll be taken care of. So, lighten up."
Denise can see his equipment, does she know his secret too now? Does Victoria's husband? Is everyone going to find out he's a herm? He backs up against the wall of the bed and pulls the sheet over his lower half. "So, now you know too?"
"Know what? That you're trans like me?" She gives him some space by sitting in one of the rolling chairs that is used for the makeup and fur-dressing counter. She's in a dark purple dress that has a metal circle in the center of her chest that strips of cloth connect to. Her grey skin is visible through gaps in the criss-crossing fabric strips. "Millie said we had something in common, so I wasn't surprised."
Why does he even care if she knows? She's the one he wanted to talk to. He'd been planning on getting to know her and then talking to her about all the stuff he's never talked to anyone about. It's presumptuous to think she could be a close friend, but even a couple conversations would be helpful. She probably grew up different just like he did.
"Sorry, you seem shy, so I won't force you to chat with me." She grabs a lavender blouse and a black skirt off of the counter and brings them over to the bed. "Here, why don't you get dressed. Then we can get you on the road to Millie's." She goes over to the door and pulls it open. "Knock on the door when you're dressed and then we can go."
"A skirt?" He asks.
"Millie says you won't fit into the clothes you brought with you. Something about your heat? She said it's private so I didn't pry." She steps out. "We'll go straight to her place so you won't have to go outside dressed in a way you feel uncomfortable."
As she closes the door, he says, "Wait!"
She stares at him, "Hmm?"
All this must look very strange to her and she's being such a good sport about it. Not prying, not trying to extrapolate what all of it means. Rarely has someone been so respectful of his privacy. On top of all that, he's still in heat, he can feel it building again. All that wonderful time close to two people who genuinely care about him has cut his nervousness down to a hundredth of its normal size. It feels like what he wants to say is closer to the surface than ever.
"I wanted to tell you, umm, I think you'd understand...you should know that...I'm not...I'm not trans...I'm...a...h--" His throat squeezes off the rest before he can finish. He's so used to having this secret. He's never told anyone other than his doctor verbally. Tears start to form. He can't cry in front of her! Damn it!
Walking back in, she closes the door behind her. "Hey now, don't cry, it's okay, you don't have to tell me." She moves closer to the bed looking as if she's waiting for permission to console him.
"Yes I do!" he blurts out. "The one time I needed to tell someone, I couldn't. If I can't tell you, I'll never be able to tell anyone!" Tears stream down his face.
Hopping onto the bed, she puts her arm over his back and pulls him against her shoulder. "Take deep breaths, then maybe try and spell the word you can't say?"
Breathing in and out, his mind stops racing quite as fast. "I'm a H E R..." He takes another couple breaths. "M."
"Oh! Oh wow! I get why you were so worked up. I've been there." She hugs him tighter.
He cries in joy and terror. His emotions have become a multicolored puddle of swirls he can't make heads or tails of. Why he's crying, he's not even sure. It feels like he got the worst best news of his entire life, like someone told him he won the lottery when he was on his death bed, like a natural disaster knocked down and then rebuilt his house.
"I'm sorry for whatever's behind those tears. No one should have to deal with the sorts of things you and I dealt with." She rocks him slowly.
The rocking helps. It gives him a sensation to hold on to, a raft of sense to hold on to in his sea of noisy emotions. The tops of his boobs have been soaked with his tears by the time he's done crying. Since when has be been such a crybaby? In the last few months, he's spilt so many tears. But this time is different somehow. He just shared his secret with someone simply because he wanted to.
Now that he's cried his way out of the overwhelming emotional upheaval telling her caused, he feels lighter, stronger. He did it! His fear couldn't control him! She knows!
Now that he's stopped crying, she starts talking, "The first time I told someone that I had gender dysphoria, I cried too. It was when I was visiting my uncle during spring break. He's the most liberal member of my family and I felt safe with him. I cried so much that he pulled over and cradled me the same way I just cradled you."
Core relaxes listening to the story.
"He had one of those old cars where the seats were more like benches and he slid over to the middle and let me bury my face in his shoulder. Didn't say one word. Just sat there. It felt like hours. Then he said, 'I'm sorry, Daniel. I'm sorry for all the shit you're going to have to put up with. But don't let it stop you. Live the way you need to. Find friends that let you be yourself. Toss the ones that won't accept you out on their asses. And fight, fight, fight, for what you want in life. They're going to try and make it hard, but you're tougher than they know.' He sounded like one of those corny Oscar-hopeful independent films, but somehow his words helped me even when I was in my darkest places."
She sighed. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, it's just, the pain that was written on your face, I've seen that in the mirror a thousand times."
"Did it ever get easier to tell people?" he asks.
"After that first time, it was tiny bit easier, but it took years for me to get used to it." She laughs. "Well, when I got my breasts done, the family and friends I hadn't told found out anyway. I really should have thought more about who I'd friended on Facebook."
"Oh no! Did you have to de-friend a bunch of people?"
"I grew up in a small town in Arizona. No one was trans, no one was gay, and no one claimed any of other letters in LGBT. Anyone that broke that narrative was practically chased out of town. I culled two thirds of my friends list the day I posted a picture of me wearing a bikini top for the first time." She shrugs. "I should have thought about who could see that post, but I was just too excited about me being healed up enough to show them off."
"Ugg, herms were treated about the same where I grew up." He looks at her DD cleavage. "Did they start out that big?"
"You're one to talk. Are those natural?" She glances at Core's breasts.
He blushes and pulls the sheet up so it covers more of his bosom. "Th-they're only like this when I'm in, uhh--" He gulps. "H-heat."
Her eyes widen. "What? They're normally smaller?"
Nodding, he says, "Just a flat chest, no breasts at all."
"Whoa...How does that work?"
"I don't know, doctors couldn't explain it." He's sure magic is involved, but would anyone believe him if he told them? Maybe if they saw him use his magic item? Millie might be the only person he's met that knows magic exists.
"Fascinating..." She blushes redder and redder until she gets off the bed with a tent in her dress. Covering the tent, she says, "Sorry, breast growth is like a huge kink for me."
He blinks. Never ever, in his entire life, has he ever thought that his breasts would do that to someone. Every time he thought about someone seeing them dangling over his cock and balls, he thought they'd run. But last night, both Millie and Victoria seemed to love them. And now he's found someone that's turned on by the fact that they grow in?
"I-I'm so so sorry." She walks toward the door. "Why don't you get dressed and I'll calm myself down."
"No, its fine. I'm glad you find it hot, at least someone does." A small smile pulls at his lips.
She pulls out her phone and types with her thumbs before handing it to him. "I'm just one of many, dear."
As he looks at the screen he balks in disbelief. She ran a Google image search for "breast growth tf" and there are thousands of results. He knew that cock growth was popular since that's how he got the idea to play with his magic item, but he'd never focused on breast growth. It just seemed like an unfortunate thing his body did during heat.
He has to hand the phone back when he starts getting hard: did she just give him a new kink? Is that how kinks work? Can you catch them like a cold?
Turning off the screen, she says, "Do your hips get bigger too when you go into heat? Suddenly I'm understanding why Millie said you wouldn't fit into the clothes you started out in."
"Yeah," he replies. "I basically go from masculine h--" he takes a deep breath, "herm to feminine...herm."
"Gosh, that must be disorienting," she says.
He nods. "It was terrifying when it first happened."
"I can imagine." She walks back to the door. "Okay, this time, I'm going to actually step out." She shuts the door.
Core puts on the lavender blouse and marvels at how fantastic his bust looks in it. He arches his back and does a pose he saw in a magazine only to have his shaft rapidly spill out of his sheath. Yep, that's the sort of thing he should absolutely not do when he's in heat. Thinking about schoolwork gets his erection enough under control that he can get the skirt on and not have a clear bulge under it.
Millie must not have known what sort of underwear he needed because she didn't provide any--or she was getting off on the thought that she knew he wasn't wearing any. One could never know when that naughty dragon was involved.
Opening the door, he says, "Can we head to Millie's now?"
"Yes, absolutely." The twin-tipped tent in Denise's dress is almost gone. Grabbing her rhinestone-studded platform slippers from just inside the door, she puts them on.
He follows her down the hall through the back door. It's mid-morning, so there's only a few cars in the back parking lot. A cold shiver runs down his spine and he freezes. This is where Rudy tried to...tried to...to...
Denise's hand takes his and tugs softly. When he doesn't budge, she says, "You okay?"
He can't speak. He can't breathe. He can't.
Denise hugs him tight. "Fuck, she told me not to take you out the back."
As she rubs his back, the shivers fade, the tenseness evaporates. Why does this keep happening? Why does he need so much help just to make it across a fucking parking lot!? Is all this effort people are putting into him worth it? He's not gonna cry. He's cried enough. Gritting his teeth, he growls softly. Fucking Rudy! Bastard! Rapist! Fucking PTSD! Fuck!
Hearing him growl, she loosens her grip.
"Sorry. I'm not growling at you." He grips her more tightly and buries his head against her chest.
Her body relaxes. "Did something trigger you?"
"My boss tried to rape me back here!" he says louder than he wants to.
Denise straightens. "Oh, Core I'm so, so sorry. "
He shakes his head. "I'm such a fucking mess."
"With what you've gone through, I admire how well you're handling things." She hugs him tighter pressing her toned arms into his shoulder blades. "You should have met me when I was nineteen. First year of college, I was a natural disaster."
All his life, he just met the wrong people. Denise could have said so many other things, could have just tossed what he said aside and avoided it like everyone else he'd ever tried to talk about heavy shit with. No, she actually managed to make him feel better. Where the hell did this shark come from? How can he possibly deserve this?
"Is the pressure good? Is it calming you or am I suffocating you?"
That tightness in his chest, that feeling of being frozen in place unable to run, unable to fight, is nearly gone. "Pressure for calming?"
"It's something my second therapist taught me. One of the ways of shortcutting the anxiety response is to apply pressure. You can press your palms against a wall, stack books on top of you, wear a heavy coat, all sorts of things. It helps me a lot. I have a back brace in my room, but it's not for my back, I put it around my waist or my upper torso just under my breasts whenever my anxiety spikes. If this is working, you might want to try something like that."
He loosens his grip on her now that his mind is no longer racing. "Wow."
"Neat, huh?" She lets him go and then slips behind him and covers his eyes. "Okay, now we need to distract you so you're not. I'm going to lead you to my car by playing 'hot cold.' So, first, turn your body and I'll guide you until you're facing my car."
After a lot of laughing and possibly the silliest game of 'hot cold' Core has ever played, he gets to her car. It's white Honda Civic. Before he sits down, she grabs a roll of paper towels out of the trunk and lays it down on his seat. "Just a bit of heat-proofing."
He blushes and nods shyly hoping he won't get that wet on the ride. After he sits down, she hops in and starts the car. The old engine chugs a bit, but there's no annoying squeaks or squeals.
As she starts driving, she says, "Back to what you asked earlier. I didn't start with breasts this big. I knew I wanted breasts, but I felt self-conscious about them being big enough that they'd be impossible to hide."
"You wanted breasts that you could hide at first?" he asks.
"Yep. I was still afraid of what I actually wanted: to live as a woman, but keep my cocks. Trans friends were encouraging me to trade out my male bits as well while others were questioning whether I actually wanted to transition at all citing all the things that could go wrong. I didn't yet have the courage to listen to my inner voice."
"And your inner voice was telling you to get big breasts?"
"Yeah, it really was. I was hemming and hawing so much that my doctor suggested I get an expandable saline implant where I could go back and get them made bigger until I found the size I wanted and then switch them out for silicone."
"How many times did you go back?"
"Seven times." A fierce blush colors her cheeks. "And that's how I got my breast expansion fetish. The end."
He laughs and then bounces in his seat due to her ancient shocks going over a pothole. The bouncing makes his heat-stricken body tingle with delight and he has to stifle a moan as he tries to keep his erection under control.
"You want to come to my birthday party?" she asks.
"Sure, when is it?"
She turns onto the road that leads to Millie's complex. "Not next Saturday, but the one after that. The party starts four and goes until eight."
"Can you send me a text or something? I'm not so good at remembering things like that and it's even worse when I'm like this."
She pulls up in front of Millie's building and pulls out her phone. After unlocking it and tapping it a couple times, she hands her phone to him. "Put in your contact info and I'll send you an invite."
He fills in his name, email, and phone number and then hands it back to her.
"Thanks! Are you going to need help getting to her door?"
At first, he wants to say 'no,' but the throbbing in his crotch is not getting better and he is resisting the urge to rub against the seat and reach into his skirt. "Yeah, actually."
She helps him to Millie's door and then says, "Have fun! See you 'round."
He looks into her eyes and says, "Thank you."
"Millie kept going on and on and on about this cute sexy fox." Giving him a big hug, she says, "Now that I've met you, I understand why she's so enamored with you."
"Really?"
Denise lets him go and looks him in the eye. "Really."
