Strange Love

"Oh, hi, Sandie! How are you?"

"Haven't seen you here in a while. How've you been?"

"Great! How about you?"

"Ah. Same old, you know? Who's the cute guy?" she asked smiling at Emerson.

"This is Bryce—Emerson. He's a police officer."

"Oh, okay. Dating the boys in blue, are we?" she quipped.

"No, not the boys. Just this one," she said smiling at Emerson.

Sandie showed them to a table then poured them each a cup of coffee. Emerson thanked her and told her that was all they'd be needing.

Danielle took a first sip and said, "That is so good! Thank you, Bryce."

"You're welcome," he told her. Danielle slipped off her coat and Emerson tried not to stare. Even so, he couldn't help but do so. "Wow. You are so good looking."

Danielle smiled at him yet again and said, "Well...that is so nice of you to say."

"So um...tell me about yourself. I want to get to know you better, Danielle. Where are you from? What do you do? What do you enjoy?"

"Okay, I'm originally from Ohio. Columbus, actually. I graduated from college last year and moved out here to start my new job with the Bronx Women's Business Resource Center. I'm not ashamed to say I was a 'quota hire' as the Center was looking for a transgendered person to work with the LGBTQ community here in the city."

"So do you live full-time as Danielle?" he asked with genuine interest.

"You know, I used to rush home and change back into my male self every day. But lately, and 'lately' roughly corresponds with my new-found attraction to men, I find myself wanting to remain Danielle more and more. I'm still not living full-time in my female persona, but I could see myself doing so with no difficulties at all." She winked and got one of her false eyelashes stuck for a brief moment. "Agh! One of the hazards of being a part-time girl," she said as the lash freed itself.

"Wow. Again, this is all so new to me. So um...when you're not Danielle, do you...does he...date women?"

"Occasionally," she said coyly. "Daniel knows that most women don't want a boyfriend, let alone a husband, who has a Danielle side to them. That means it's pretty unlikely he'd ever end up getting married to a woman."

"I see," Bryce said not sure he really did. "So the same applies to your um...Danielle side? You'd never marry a man because you want or need to be Daniel, too?"

She laughed politely and said, "No, that's a bit different. The tug-of-war I experienced for many years is slowly giving way to wanting to be just Danielle more than Daniel and as I said, I think I would enjoy living in just one gender for the rest of my life."

"So would you...you know...."

"Physically become a woman?" she asked. "Again, until recently, I would have said 'no' but for the last few months, I've really been giving that some very serious thought. I've even seen a therapist once which is the first step required to start hormone replacement therapy. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the plunge yet."

Bryce had read about that during his on-line searches and had a preliminary understanding of how a transition like that worked. Danielle would take female hormones and testosterone blockers for a year while she lived full-time in her female role. Only then would she be referred to a medical doctor to discuss surgical options.

"How about you, Bryce? I'm assuming you date a lot—just not girls like me, right?" There was a twinkle in her eye as she said 'girls like me.'

Her smile was amazing and he just couldn't believe this beautiful person sitting across from him was really a man. He also couldn't help but wonder how much more...passable...she would be taking estrogen and cutting off the supply of testosterone. His cock was so hard it was all he could do not to reach into his pants and adjust his package.

"I do date quite a bit. Well, honestly, it's mostly just hooking up. Lately, I haven't gone out much and since I first saw you, the only thing I've wanted to do was try and find you and like I said, get to know you."

"Well, you've found me and we're getting to know each other so...mission accomplished?" she said jokingly.

"Part one, maybe," he told her smiling back at her. "I'd really very much like to go out with you sometime, Danielle. On a real date to somewhere nice."

"I'd like that very much," she told him honestly.

He handed her his cell phone and said, "Would you mind?"

"Not at all," she said. She used her long, red nails to tap in her phone number then handed it back to him.

He took his phone back, thanked her, and said, "I'm sorry to say this, but I really do have to get going. I only took a half day off, but I can't tell you what a pleasure it was to finally meet you, Danielle."

"Same here, Bryce," she said sweetly.

She was going the opposite way so as they said goodbye outside, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for the coffee," she told him.

"May I call you tonight?" he asked her.

"I look forward to it," she said. They lingered for a moment just looking at one another. "You can kiss me if you'd like," she said softly. "As I said, I consider myself to be a woman, but I still think like a man so...."

He leaned in and did just that. A short but soft, full kiss on the mouth. "Mmmm. That was nice," she told him. "So...talk to you soon?"

"Definitely. Bye, Danielle," he said as she walked away. He looked down briefly and realized he was still rock hard. "Damn!" he said to himself as he headed back home.

The rest of the day flew by as he and his partner went from one domestic dispute to another followed by a convenience store robbery. He hit the precinct weight room then headed home, had something to eat and gave his favorite new girl a call.

"Hello?" he heard a feminine-sounding voice say.

"Danielle? Hi. It's Bryce."

"I know. I saw your name," she said. "I smiled when I saw it, by the way. I was hoping you'd call."

"I couldn't wait to get done with work so we could talk. I had a really great time with you today."

"Me too, Bryce," she said. "So I told you a bit about myself today. I'd like to hear more about you."

He gave the down and dirty about growing up out west, joining the Army and serving as an MP and how he came to end up in the Bronx.

"Lucky me," she said sweetly. "I'm really glad we met."

Emerson told her he'd like to take her to dinner and she immediately accepted his invitation. Her only concern was how to dress so she could fit in without feeling out of place. She'd offered to meet him but he insisted on a real date where he came to her apartment and took her to dinner which often meant taking a cab in New York.

"Okay, that sounds lovely," she told him. "So I'll see you Friday evening then?"

"Yes, you will and I'm really looking forward to it," he told her truthfully.

"Me too, Bryce. Bye now!"

He hung up and sat there stunned at the sharp turn his life had just taken. A turn he very much found himself anxious to explore.

After doing a little research, Emerson found a nice Italian restaurant called Roberto's not far from where Danielle lived. It was pricey but not prohibitively so. Bryce wore some dark slacks with a light-blue shirt and a dark jacket with an overcoat. The overcoat was second-hand but still looked good and most of all it was warm.

He arrived right on time and pressed the buzzer downstairs letting her know he was there. "Hold on, I'll buzz you up," she said.

He opened the iron gate and headed upstairs then rang the buzzer on her door. She opened it and let him in. "Hi, Bryce!" she said cheerfully as he stepped inside.

She closed the door as Emerson stood there taking it all in. As pretty as she been in the skirt and sweater, she looked absolutely gorgeous in a very classy, light-gray dress that fell to about four inches above her knees. It had a square neckline above which a single strand of beautiful white pearls hung, matching the earrings she was wearing. She also had on a dark-gray cardigan sweater that went quite nicely with the lighter material. Her dark red nails were a perfect match for the shade of glossy lipstick she was wearing but the thing that really blew him away were her eyes. She'd blended various shades of gray which, along with the eye liner, mascara, and false eyelashes absolutely knocked his socks off.

"Wow," he said genuinely. "Just...wow!"

"Do you like it?" she asked wanting to know. "I bought this today just to wear for you tonight so I hope so."

"It's beautiful," he said. He put his arms around her and said, "You're beautiful."

"Thank you and you look very nice yourself," she told him.

He could now see for sure that her hair was her own and not a wig. It was so shiny, soft, and silky, and he could smell the scent of her shampoo mingling with her perfume; a combined fragrance that was sublime.

"Would you like a drink or anything before we go?" she asked still in his arms.

"Would it possible to maybe get another kiss?" he asked as he brushed her long, dark hair back.

"I think that could be arranged," she said with a smile.

His slightly swollen cock grew hard as he met her wet, slippery lips with his. This kiss was also soft but lasted a much longer time and involved just the slightest exchange of tongues. As their lips parted, Emerson said, "That was incredible."

"Yes it was," she said quietly as she wiped some lipstick from his mouth. "Let me just go touch this up again and we can go, okay?"

Roberto's was five blocks away so they took a cab as walking in four-inch heels that far was out of the question. It was also too chilly to ask a beautiful young woman to be outside that long in the cold.

They held hands during the short ride and talked about this and that before the taxi arrived at their destination.

"I've been wanting to come here for several months," Danielle said when she saw where he was taking her. "This is very nice, Bryce." She smiled at the silly rhyme.

After ordering a glass of wine for both of them Bryce said, "I'd very much like to at least try and forget the whole gender thing tonight and just get to know the beautiful woman sitting next to me."

"That sounds wonderful," she said. "It's like the proverbial 800-pound gorilla in the room and it never seems to go away. You're the first guy I've met who not only allows me to forget but who makes me happy doing so. I know we just met Bryce, but you make me feel very special."

He smiled at her and said, "You are special, Danielle. And that has nothing to do with your um...uniqueness. You're just a very interesting and amazing...person...in your own right and I really want to know as much about you as possible."

For the next hour and a half they talked almost non-stop about everything from their families to growing up to what they liked and didn't like and found they had a great many things in common.

"So you have your college degree now?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just finished the last course a couple of months ago and believe or not, my diploma arrived in the mail the day you spoke to us. No cap and gown, no graduation ceremony. Just a certificate inside of a cheap-looking red folder. But it's fully accredited so yes, I'm officially a college graduate."

"I'm impressed, Bryce Emerson," she said. "You're a very interesting man."

He reached for her hand which she offered. "Really? How so?" he asked.

"Well, you're honest, something I don't find in many men and especially those who want to date...girls like me. You're patriotic and that's a big plus. You're well-educated. You're kind, caring, and very handsome. Oh, and not to mention I love men in uniform."

"Men?" he teased.

"Okay maybe just one man, but you are way hot in your uniform. I can't wait to see some photos of you in your Army uniform. I bet you were just as cute in that, too."

"Can I tell you something?" he said.

"Anything," she said sweetly as he ran his fingers along the top of hand.

"For the entire time we talked, I completely forgot about that large primate that's always in the room."

Danielle laughed and said, "Me, too. For the first time in my entire life, I was a woman and only a woman and...it was very nice."

He put his arm around her shoulder and said, "You ready to go or would you maybe like some dessert or more wine?"

"I'm fine," she said. "This was really nice. Thank you for dinner, Bryce."

As she looked into his eyes he leaned over and kissed her softly again. "May I tell you something else?" he asked as he ran the back of his hand along her pretty face.

Her eyes danced with his and she waited for him to speak. "I find myself incredibly attracted to you. But not just physically. I...I really like you...a lot, Danielle."

"I feel the same way about you too, Bryce," she said closing her eyes before kissing him back. "I like you very much, too."

Emerson paid the check then went out to hail a cab as Danielle stood beside him her arm in his. He opened the door for her and gave the driver directions. Danielle slipped her hand in his as they drove along in silence. She laid her head on his shoulders and said, "I don't want tonight to end."

"Me, either," he whispered.

"Would you...would you like to stay with me tonight?" she asked hopefully. "Is it too early to ask that?"

She raised her head to look into his eyes as he responded. "No. It's not too early. I'd love to stay with you."

When they were safely back inside her place she asked him again if he'd like anything to drink and he politely declined.

"I would very much like to make love to you, though," he told her after saying 'no' to more wine.

"Bryce? Have you thought about this? I mean, do you know what you're getting as well as getting into when you undress me? Will that be okay?"

He held her close and said, "I don't care what's underneath or 'down below' or anything else. And whatever the plumbing may be, we'll find a way to make it work for both of us. All I know is I can't think about anyone or anything else but you, Danielle. So maybe I'm the one who's trying to push things along too fast."

"No, it's not just you," she assured him. "I find myself dreaming about you...about us...all of the time, too."

"You are so beautiful," he told her as he kissed her again.

"Would you like me change into something...more appropriate for you?" she asked quietly.

"Only if you'd like to. You're perfect to me just the way you are."

Danielle unbuttoned his overcoat and removed it and draped it over the sofa. She then took off his jacket and did the same thing. "Come with me, okay?" she said lovingly as she took his hand.

They entered her tiny bedroom in the rundown apartment and Bryce closed the door behind them. "I'm sorry it's so small and such a mess," she told him as he gently removed her pretty sweater.

"It's perfect," he told her knowing how hard it was to have a nice place in the City. "You're perfect, too," he said as he unzipped her dress leaving her in a short, black, lacy slip, stockings and heels.

She raised her arms as he lifted the slip over her head exposing her black, lacy bra and as he'd anticipated, her C-cup breast forms. He could now also see she was indeed wearing a padded undergarment to give her male body the sexy curves she wanted.

"Still not disappointed?" she asked with a smile.

"Never," he told her as he kissed her while she began unbuttoning his shirt.

There were now just a pair of thin, black tricot nylon panties between Bryce and the plumbing of Danielle's birth. He reached to remove them and said, "Do you mind?"

"Not as long as you know what's waiting for you underneath," she said self-conscious for the first time ever.

"I don't mind," he assured her again. "It's you I'm falling in...that I like so much," he told her.

Danielle finished undressing her lover then said, "Would it be okay if I asked you to leave...mine alone?" referring to her own enlarged phallus.

Bryce kissed her and said, "If that's what you want, then yes, it's just fine."

For the first time, Danielle really, truly wished it wasn't there. She was falling in love with this handsome man and she wanted to have what she needed to have to make love with him the way she so desperately wanted to make love.

Bryce gently laid her on the bed then laid on top of her stroking her hair, her face, and kissing her softly as he smiled at her. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he told her.

She could see in his eyes he meant it and it touched her deeply. "Bryce? I...I wish I really was a woman for you," she began.

"Shhh. You are a woman, honey," he told her.

Her eyes were dancing with his as she said, "I love when you call me that." She kissed him then said, "What I mean is I really want to be a woman for you. In every way."

"You don't have to say that, sweetheart," he told her. "I...I love you just the way you are."

He saw tears well up in her eyes as she told him, "I love you too, Bryce. I know it's crazy. I know it makes no sense, but I've never felt like this about anyone before—ever. And...and if you and I if...we stay together, I want to be a woman."

"We can talk about that some other time, Danielle, but if that's something that's that important to you, then follow your heart, okay?"

"My heart is with you, Bryce. And I want my body to be, too. Tonight for sure, but for more than just one night."

"I'm not going anywhere, my love," he told her as he kissed her.

Danielle moaned softly as her lover's tongue swirled with her own. She loved the way he ran his hands down her arm and around her stomach before gently squeezing the faux breasts. "I wish those were real for you, my darling," she sighed as she reached for his hard, thick cock.

"That feels so good," he told her as she gently stroked it bringing it to its full length and girth.

Danielle pushed his thick, muscled chest and Bryce rolled over. Danielle pulled her long, beautiful hair behind her ear then reached for his hard shaft with one hand pulling it up to meet her warm, wet mouth as she wrapped her crimson lips around it.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she took him deeply. She came up briefly and said, "You taste so good, honey," before lowering herself back onto his huge cock. For the next several minutes she sucked, licked, and swirled going deep then focusing on the tip driving Bryce wild with pleasure.

"You look so gorgeous," he told her as he put his hand on the back of her head.

Danielle cupped his very large balls with her other hand and gently cradled them, rolling them between her small fingers before lowering her mouth even further to take them one at a time into her mouth as she continued to stroke Bryce's cock with her hand.

"Fffuck!" he groaned as she engulfed his entire scrotum. He was reaching the point of no return when he said, "I want you so bad!"

Danielle raised up and smiled. She reached for a condom on the nightstand and rolled onto her lover's cock in one smooth motion before laying on her back. "Missionary or doggy?" she said with a wicked smile.

"Missionary," he said as he mounted her again. The kissed long and deep before Bryce grabbed the bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount exactly where it was needed.

He set it down then waited for Danielle to spread her legs wide and offer her tight hole to him. He lined himself up then pushed gently but firmly. She winced slightly as the head popped inside. "You okay, honey?" he asked.

"Mmmm. I'm wonderful, sweetheart," she cried. "More, please!" she begged.

Bryce took slowly backing up then going deeper until he was buried to the hilt. When the head of his cock hit something he pulled back.

Danielle managed not to laugh as she said, "That's my prostate. And...that feels really good, by the way."

Knowing what he was um...up against...Bryce began ringing the bell over and over as Danielle whimpered and moaned, her arms wrapped around his neck.