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Something about Me and You Pt. 01

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Prologue

As was the case typically, I woke unceremoniously at 5:30 Am. The subtle sounds of birds chirping through my window as I roused myself from my pillow. Leaning on my elbow half cocked upright I looked around my room, everything is exactly as it should be, each item in its place on my shelf. Again, as was typical my phone's screen came alive with the sounds of Rascal Flatts set as my morning alarm, at precisely 5:31 Am. I Picked it up and swiped the digital slider to the right, when I noticed something that was not of my typical morning. Seven missed calls and their adjoined voicemail, at least I supposed. The sound of my Coffee machine coming alive and grinding my daily dose of caffeine was enough to startle me who until this point had been staring into the void that was the digital frontier of the missed calls menu.

-First New Message, Received today at ONE... TWENTY-ONE AM.

"Hey Michael, I guess this is a bad time... But something serious happened to mom... Give me a call back soon as you get this Mike... Love you."

The voice in the message had been from my brother Stan, his tone was pensive, but the undertone of worry was obvious. Stan had opted to stay back home in Winnipeg with my mom who had been showing early symptoms of dementia, I meanwhile, had travelled to Montreal for work as an assistant professor of Economics at McGill University. I felt bad leaving the burden solely on Stan's shoulders, despite some money that I would send him every few weeks. I still felt I should be there for my mother like he was.

Naturally I went to my contacts and found his name among the list,

"Brrrrr... Brrrrr... Brr, Hey Mike, thanks for calling."

"What's going on Stan? Everything okay?"

"Fraid' not pal..." Stan Stifles a tear by inhaling hard through his nose. "Uhhgh... Fraid' not..."

"Is mom alright? What happened?"

"She... She uh. She didn't make it through the night, brain hemorrhage."

... Damn... We had always been a close family, my dad had died when Stan and I were children, as a result we were solely dependant on our mom who worked her rump off to provide for us. As a result, I had always respected her, family relations aside. This news really cut deep, there had been a silence over the phone line for around thirty seconds before Stan stifled another tear.

"How are you holding up Mike?"

I have never been one to reserve my opinion, it's part of what made me excel at school and through my graduate work. But here and now... In this moment, I was unable to formulate a coherent thought never mind a sentence.

"I'm okay, I think... What should I do?"

"Look Mike, I know you're busy with work. Let me handle things here, take some time digest and we'll talk then kay'?"

"Yeah... Okay..." I Stammer out reluctantly.

"Love you brother, talk to you soon."

"Love you too Stan."

The chime of a dropped call was all that remained, I kept the phone pressed to my face; suddenly unsure how I might move my arm. The low buzz of an empty phoneline a cacophony in contrast to the silence in my bedroom. My arm dropped limp and my phone with it landing face down on the carpeted floor of my condo.

In the following months, my colleagues had described me as an automaton. I forced myself into a robotic trance burying myself in work; I took on another class to teach, and redoubled my efforts in my research, in addition to the tutorial sessions I began to offer freshmen Econ. Majors.

The results? I managed to keep busy enough to not think too harshly of myself, of course I still missed Mom, but finding meaning in who I was made the transition far smoother than would otherwise had been possible. That is, until the summer...

Chapter One

-Eight Months Later-

It had been what seemed to me only a few moments in time, the Winter Semester had flown by, unfortunately. Since there was less to do at work, I was forced to take some time to reflect on what had happened. Stan had all but shut himself off from me, likely utilizing the same coping methods as me. He told me at the funeral that he had put in a request for more hours at his job. Even when we did speak, it was only briefly and felt rushed.

I decided it was high time to speak to somebody about how it was I was feeling. I put in a request with the University's mental health department, despite the fact these faculty were typically reserved for students. Knowing my situation, Charon, who was to be my therapist, fit me in right away. I had known her since I started at the University, she and I would on occasion grab lunch or a coffee together.

...

I walked to Charon's office door, and after a brief moment of hesitation I reluctantly knocked on her door. The devoid nature of the department left the sound linger for a moment longer than I would have liked, the echo bounding its way down the hall.

Before long, I heard her shoes click against the floor, and her door swung open.

Charon flashed me a bright smile, and gestured me to enter the room.

"How are you Mike?"

"Well... I would meet social norm, and lie about how I'm doing... But then why would I be here?" I say as I walk begrudgingly toward the nice leather chair facing the window. I notice how great a view her office has, the freshly blooming trees lining a walkway, with some students reading in their shade.

The crunch of the leather as I lowered myself onto the chair was an unpleasant sound, you could tell the chair was an antique.

"Alright Michael, why don't we start by talking about why you're here" she said as she closed the door gently. Before walking to her office chair and sitting down; Her tone was purposefully gentle as well.

"Well, as I'm sure you've heard by now; my mother has recently passed away..." Charon looked up and tilted her head slightly to the left whilst jotting down some notes, she gave me a warm smile implying she wanted me to continue.

"... And... I suppose I blame myself for what happened... I think." Looking at her who slightly squints her eyes and nodding implying that she was listening intently.

"Well Michael, why don't you try to explain why exactly you're feeling that way. I know you're an intelligent man, try to be as descriptive as possible."

I lean back into the chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. I exhale hard through my nose.

"Well... I suppose..." Closing my eyes to concentrate, I take a deep breath.

"I suppose I feel that way because I wish I had been the one to be there for her."

Charon nods her head slowly, "Do you feel you could have done a better job than your brother?"

I stroke my right brow gently, "No." I say finally, before stammering a little, "at least, I think... Maybe?"

"Look Mike, as both your friend and therapist, I think it's important that you really get your head together on this. While it may hurt in the short term, it's imperative that you spend some time to be mindful of yourself."

"How do you mean?"

Charon get's out of her chair and turns to look out the window, "I mean, that you need to spend some time and consider seriously how this has affected you. Do a little self reflection."

"I just don't really know how."

Charon, turns again and sits back in her chair. "Well, admittedly your tactic of distracting yourself seems to have worked well for you, so I would try to find a hobby that can provide you with some alone time, some time to do that self reflection piece I'm talking about."

"Like what?"

"Well, perhaps you could try Yoga, or Hiking? They're both great for this kind of thing, as they allow you to move at your own pace and give you the alone time required to have an adequate amount of inflection."

Her last comment stifled me a little, I had loved hiking and camping as a child, in fact it was one of the memories I cherished most with my mom. It seemed almost absurd I had not considered that before now.

We spent the rest of our hour discussing stress relief techniques, and dodging some awkward comments about my sex life, or lack thereof. Overall, I did feel a little more comfortable about the situation, well at least as comfortable as you can get after only one session I suppose. That weekend was supposed to be nice, and I thought I would spend the day Saturday walking one of the numerous hiking areas surrounding Montreal.

Chapter Two

The weather was just right, the sun beaming through the branches of the fir trees along the walk way. I had been hiking for the better part of the morning and was nearing the top of a large cliff face where I thought I might sit down for lunch.

Sure enough, as I reached the top there was a picnic table, and no one to be found. I sat facing the cliff face, and put my earbuds in. I didn't have those fancy wireless ones from that fruity company, I am firmly on team Android. Fight me.

I took in the breathtaking view; in the distance I could see some of the larger building in the city towering over the flora and trees surrounding the area. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sense of the fresh spring air, before unpacking my lunch bag to retrieve my sandwich and some cheese and crackers I had packed away that morning.

I hummed along to the sounds of my music, eating my lunch, enjoying the wonderful vista. When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I spun around quickly to see a startled woman with Fire red hair. I ripped my ear buds out swiftly.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the crap out of me!"

"Heh... Sorry about that..."

"Are you okay?" I ask half panting due in large part to the near heart attack.

"Yeah I'm fine... I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind if I shared the bench."

I gesture to the other side of the seat; "by all means please."

She reaches out her hand as she sits down. "Names' Samantha, but most people call me Sam."

I reach out and shake her hand, her skin is soft, well taken care of. She recently had had her nails done in a French manicure.

"Michael, most people call me Mike" we both share a laugh. I can't help but notice how beautiful this woman was. Slightly younger than me I wagered, her red hair was thick and tied into a messy bun. Her face angular but well proportioned, her cheekbones very pronounced. Above all else though, it was her eyes... A piercing blue that drew all of your attention.

"I don't think I've seen you out here before, new to hiking?" She asked pulling me from her oculus snare.

"Yeah, recently got back into it. I've been so busy with work lately that I forgot to take care of myself."

"Well, you happened to pick a great place to start, this is one of the nicest trails in the area." She said giving me a heartwarming smile. Damn, why is she so pretty?

We had spent the next roughly half-hour, sitting together and chatting. She asked me about what I did, and told me she is currently working towards her PhD in Psychology. Therefore, we discussed that at length.

"Well should we keep going?" She asked me asked me, seemingly very kind, open, and warm.

"You... uh wanna' hike with me?" I responded rather timidly.

"Of course! The more the merrier as they say!"

Her smile was infectious, it didn't take long before I was smiling, laughing, and genuinely enjoying myself. It was almost as though she and I had known each other for years.

After a few hours, we had made it around the loop, and reached the parking lot at the base of the hill. She reached out a hand at me again, this time holding a folded piece of paper.

"In case you'd like to do this again sometime!" Sam winked and strolled off to her car. I watched her toned, round, ass sway in their tight spandex shorts. Until she got to her car and waved back at me.

I unfolded the paper and there was her phone number, neatly written in bold block letters.

Chapter Three

A few days went by, and I had some time off from work. We were scheduled for a department meeting but the Dean couldn't make it; so, we cancelled the meeting all together. I was sitting in my office when I looked at Sam's number. While it pains me to admit that I did this just about every day since we had met the first time, I also couldn't help myself. She had the most wonderful personality, she was beautiful, and we shared at the very least one hobby in common.

Throwing caution to the wind, I picked up my cell phone and punched her number in.

"Brrrrrrrr... Brrrrrrrr... Brrrrrrr... Hello?"

"Hey Sam! It's Mike from the other day."

"Oh! Hey Mike, I was worried you wouldn't call!"

Had she been expecting me? That's odd, though given her forward nature it should come as no surprise she is also self-confident.

"Yeah sorry about that, I've been busy with work."

"Oh, no problem!... So, what's up?"

"Well I've got the afternoon off, so I thought I would see if you would like to-"

"Name me a time and place, I'll be there!" She announced confidently cutting me off.

"Why don't we hike up to the same spot together? Say, in an hour?"

I can practically feel her smile through the phone, she agrees and we decide to meet up at the parking lot in an hour.

...

I was the first to arrive, though she followed not five minutes later. She was wearing jean capris with some faux-tearing on the front portions. And a T-Shirt that read: Call me Crazy. When she parked and walked over to where I was standing, before I could say anything, she gave me a great big hug. Apparently, Sam didn't have any concept of a personal bubble.

Our hike was good fun, the long of the way. We talked about what she wanted to do with her doctorate, and she told me she would pursue medical school to become a psychiatrist. I avoided discussing my mom, as I didn't want to spoil the mood. Not that it still didn't affect me, but when I was around Sam it seemed to go away, her positive perspective and warm nature helped me look past it and enjoy myself.

We reached the picnic table in what felt like mere moments, the passage of time seemed to accelerate when I was with her. We sat down and she reached into her pack and drank some water, when some accidentally spilled onto her top. The dampness of her T-shirt revealed her firm breasts, held captive in a red bra. When she caught me staring, all she said was "Oops!". And her same bubbly outgoing self shone through what may have been an awkward moment for most people.

She planted her hands onto the table and announced she had to use the washroom, and just like that she was gone. I don't know how she manages to have such high energy all the time!

I figured I may as well go too, while I was waiting and walked into the woods in a... what I thought opposite direction. I rounded a tree with a large circumference and that's when I saw it... Sam's large, bulbous, intimidating, emasculating cock.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" I shouted as I swiftly turned around.

Without thinking, I half-ran back to the clearing with the table. A few minutes later Sam emerged from the brush looking genuinely upset.

"Hey... Sorry about tha-"

"You probably hate me, right?" She said looking absolutely destroyed.

I was taken aback by her comment why would she think I would be upset with her?

"No? Course not? Why would I?"

She looked back up at me, her blue sapphire eyes looking both shocked and amazed. But genuinely happy.

"Really?! You really mean that?!" Her rambunctious attitude returning en masse.

"Well of course, I mean I can't say I wasn't surprised... But why would it matter to me if you're trans?"

"I just... I've just lost a lot of people this way... That's all." She said, her smile fading.

I steeled myself, sported my calm smile, and put my arm around her.

"Look, let's just keep going on the hike and put this behind us all right?"

Sam nodded her head, her smile beaming through.

The long of the hike I couldn't help but think, despite her added features that she was beautiful. It stifled me, if I'm honest. I had never been attracted to other men, was it because she had all of the other features of a bio-female that changed things for me? Despite my confusion, I couldn't shake the image from my mind... Her cock was large, even though it was flaccid... Probably around four inches. The purple colour of her head gave it a distinctive look, and despite the virility and masculine features of her penis, it still seemed very feminine; soft, delicate looking even.

I convinced myself that I found her attractive, not because of her penis, but in spite of it. Right? That makes sense? I mean I'm not gay... Despite the added extra. Needless to say, I was confused in the matter. To make matters worse I had realized I hadn't spoken in some time.

"So, when can we do this again?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Sam stopped in her tracks.

"Do you find me attractive?" She asked, her tone flat, still facing away from me.

"Uhm... What?" I retorted, I'm a stable genius.

Sam turned towards me; her eyes regarded me seriously, but simultaneously gently.

"Do you find me attractive, as a woman."

"Uh. Yes", I managed.

Her smile warmed her face again, and she even blushed a little.

"Really?" She asked practically glowing.

"Yes, I find you attractive." I said, nodding.

"well in that case, how would you like to get a drink with me tonight?"

I was surprised by her forwardness, was this associated with her admittedly minute masculine features?

"I'd love to" I stumbled out. Why does this girl have such an effect on me?!

We continued our hike, for the short while that remained. When we got back to the car, I offered her a hand towel to dry off her sweat, and we decided that we were to meet at the Muzique, a trendy club in downtown. So, we both went home and showered, and changed.

Standing in the shower and having the hot water cascade over my head was one of the times I would reflect on things, a time where I found myself at peace. Today though, my mind was abuzz with the image of her penis, I couldn't help but wonder how big it was fully hard... Dammit, I'm not gay, why do I keep thinking this? No matter how hard I fought to shake it... I couldn't help but realize maybe I was into it... Looking down at my erection...

Chapter Four

The club was surprisingly empty despite being a Friday night. Which actually suited me well I wasn't the "club type" if you know what I mean. I was seated at the bar waiting for Sam to arrive when I felt two hands on my shoulders, I looked over my left shoulder and Sam hugged me from behind.

She was wearing a grey dress that ended just after the knee, with a distinctive slit up the left side. She wore a red leather belt around her waist that really dragged your attention to it.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! My mom called on my way out the door!"

Ouch... Well in her credit it's not as though she knew better.

"Oh... No problem..." I said as I sipped on my beer.

"Huh. Stella? Really?" She asked coyly as she swung around my side to sit on the bar stool next to me.

"Yeah, it's the first real beer I ever drank... Kind of stuck with me." I waved over the bar tender and ordered Sam a Cosmopolitan.

"How did you know I love cosmos!"

"Lucky Guess!" I smiled.

We chatted a while as we finished our drinks, once done she suggested we go dance. The song was one I didn't know, not that that should come as a surprise given my taste in music. The bass thumped slow and the lights in the club when red. I think they call it Trap music, yeah, something like that. Sam danced close to me, we would occasionally rub our thighs or chests together. But trouble was brewing... I felt against my thigh an alien appendage, one that had never been there before... Oh god was she getting hard from this?

She too realized what was happening.

"uh oh... This is bad..." She whispered into my ear.

"Did you want me to cover you or something?" Trying to sound at all competent.

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