Trinity: A Fictional Story

[DracoRazgriz]

Keep'em coming Dezi, the story keeps getting better and better as it goes.

- Raz

[Lisnpuppy]

Very engaging Dezi. Please continue. :)

[dezdimona]

thankyou both,your most kind!

[IndorilTheGreat]

My... I don't know what to say... WOW!

 

This story is actually one of the few that "got to me;" I felt like I was IN the story.

 

Keep it up dezdimona. You are on your way to becoming a writer. :thumbsup:

[dezdimona]

Trinity: Part III

 

She roused herself from her “wool gathering” and sat upright. A small smile still danced its way across her face. Removing the towel from her head, she shook free her hair and walked to the dressing table. Sitting, she dried her hair, and then brushed it till it gleamed like polished onyx.

She carefully applied her make –up, always doing as little as possible, for her natural beauty was purer than any cosmetic could enhance.

 

Running her fingers thru her hair, she arose and entered the huge walk-in closet. Dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters and more ran the gamut of the three sides that made up her wardrobe room.

She chose her items with care, being careful not to clash colors, or to miss-match fabric types. Laughing to herself, she remembered when she couldn’t even match a pair of jeans to a shirt. A bit of laughter and a small sigh, floated into the air as she left her trove of worldly apparel behind.

 

Opening a small door on her dresser, she removed white cotton panties, a red garter belt and black seamed silk hose from Japan.

She loved the look and feel of silk hose and the seam was an eye catcher for sure. Not many women wore such beautiful items, as panty hose were cheap and easy, but for Trinity it was a matter of looks over ease. She was true to her inner self, and beauty in all its facets were of utmost importance to her.

 

She gracefully slid into the garter belt, sat on the small ottoman by her bed and ran the silk hose up her legs. Standing, she walked over to the full length mirror on the wall, turned and straightened the seam on both legs. The red lace of the garter looked like fire against her brown skin. She turned and faced the mirror, looked at herself, smiled and ran her hand down between her legs.

 

She was warm and moist, and still intrigued at how natural her sex change had left her. She looked, felt and even tasted somewhat like a natural born woman. The nerves had been left in tack, her urethra rerouted and her male genitalia had been turned into a vaginal opening. The Surgeon had also removed a small section of her colon, sterilized it and made a pocket for her new *censored*. The orgasms she experienced during sex were tremendous, and the small amount of scarring was almost unnoticeable. She dipped a finger in, closed her eyes and felt the familiar tingle Sighing she took and placed the finger in her mouth and reveled in her taste, as she always did.

 

“Girl, your hot” she said aloud and turning walked back to the bed and finished dressing.

 

Picking up the phone, she pressed two numbers and a man’s voice answered.

 

“Yes Miss Trinity”, the voice was firm and slightly intimidating. “Thomas, did you request my car like I asked you?” “Yes ma’am I did, but I’ll call and make sure that it will be here on time.” “Thank you Thomas”, she replied. “You’re very welcome Miss Trinity”.

 

She walked over to the small bar and taking a leaded crystal decanter from a shelf, poured a snifter half full of Napoleon Brandy. She lifted the glass to her nose, swirled it and inhaled the fragrance. Taking a sip, she allowed the brandy to wash over her tongue and slowly work its way down her throat. The taste and the warming effect were like ambrosia to her.

 

Smiling, she walked over to the glass sliders and walked out onto her balcony. The air was warm and dry, and the city glimmered in the sunlight. Sitting in the Chaise Lounge, she took another sip of the brandy, put her head back, closed her eyes and returned to the night of the party.

 

She got on her PC, and went to her favorite chat room, she knew her two closest friends would be there awaiting her return. Trinity found Destiny and Lao to be like water in the desert. Both were older than her, Destiny being 24, Lao a year younger, and both we’re transvestites. They had met in person, and soon a tight bond had developed between them. Trinity asked what the party was about and where. “Why girl” said Destiny, “The Party’s for you! It’s your welcome to the world party. You’re coming out; you’re letting everyone see that the caterpillar has turned into a beautiful butterfly. And pack an overnighter little girl, we’re getting you drunk and laid.”

 

Both destiny and Lao knew of Trinity’s rape, she had told them. They also knew she was a virgin, never having given herself freely to a man nor a woman. She’d never been away overnight, nor gotten drunk, and her two “sisters” figured it was time that she made some steps into the real world.

They chatted a bit, and Trinity told them she’d see them Friday night.

 

She immediately called her sister, and told her about the party. She had met both Destiny and Lao also, liked and trusted them both, knowing they’d never let anything happen to her little sister.

Trinity then told her about their brother’s coming home. The scream on the other end of the phone nearly broke her ear drum.

 

The night of the party, Trinity arrived at her friends. They all spent time putting on the finishing touches of their make-up, looked at, appraised each other, and then laughed.

Trinity looked at her two friends and was amazed at what a trio they made. Destiny was a polished chocolate, tall, and thin, and very attractive. Lao was short like her, but slightly taller, good looking and her Asian heritage gave her an elfish look.

 

They caught a cab, and were soon at a club in the city. Trinity had never been inside, but now that she was 18, she was legal, and could now experience what she had heard from Destiny and Lao and others on the net.

 

This club catered to people like her, also to lesbians and gays. Hetro’s visited the club also, looking for experimentation, or just curious. Many “straight” couples came here too looking for adventure and in some cases sex and making new friends.

 

They entered the double glass doors, and Trinity’s jaw dropped. The biggest man she had ever seen was at the inner double doors. He had to be over 260 lbs of pure muscle. His Biceps were as big as her thighs. He smiled at them, nodded and opened a door to let them enter. They stopped, producing ID’s. Trinity continued to stare, until Destiny nudged her. “Girl your gonna give him the wrong idea.” Trinity blinked;”sorry” was all she could utter. Destiny leaned in and whispered in her ear.”Besides, steroids makes their dicks and balls get real small. Trinity looked at his crotch without thinking, both Lao and Destiny broke into laughter, and Trinity’s face turned as red as it possibly could.

 

He smiled at her and Destiny grabbed her arm and pulled her thru the open door. He spoke into a small microphone located close to his mouth.

 

Once inside they made their way to the club proper, and again Trinity stopped and stared. Hundreds of people had already filled the club, but what made her stop was the banner that hung from the ceiling. The words, “Welcome Trinity” were printed on it. She stood stunned as the music stopped and everyone began applauding. A well dressed and groomed couple approached and introduced themselves. “Welcome Trinity, to our heaven on earth, my name is Jacob, but people call me Jack, and this is my wife Samantha.” “Call me Sam, please.” she said. He was extremely good looking and she was beautiful. “Please enjoy yourself and if you need anything, please let us know” Sam said.

 

The three girls were escorted to a table by another giant of a man, again Trinity stared and again Destiny nudged her. “Girl you been in Podunk, way too long,” and they all laughed.

 

The night was a dream, Trinity danced with men and women, some made advances, and some didn’t. The alcohol had loosened her up and the touches and caresses on the dance floor had made her flirty and at ease.

 

A while later Samantha and a waitress appeared at the table. On a silver tray were four tumblers and a bottle of green liquid. The waitress set the tray down. Sam opened the bottle and poured some of the green liquid into each tumbler.

 

Sam handed the three women each a glass and kept one for her.” The Green Fairy, ladies, enjoy”. They all took a sip of the liquid; Trinity let the anise flavor fill her mouth before swallowing. She then took another sip. Wow, this is wonderful” she said. “What is it”? Sam smiled,” it’s called Absinthe. It’s said by some to be an aphrodisiac.” “It’s delicious” Trinity said. Destiny and Lao quickly agreed. Sam sat and talked with the three girls, and they continued sipping the “Green Fairy”.

 

Trinity felt strange, but good, relaxed, happy, and indeed excited. The four were talking and laughing and having a great time together.

 

Sam stood, stepped over to Trinity, lifted her chin with a finger, bent down and kissed her. A bolt of electricity shot down Trinity’s spine, her mouth opened and Sam’s tongue gently entered. She could feel Sam’s hands all over her blouse and skirt, her nipples had hardened, along with something else.

Sam broke the kiss, stepped back and pulling at Trinity’s hand pulled her from the chair. She put her arm around her, looked at destiny and Lao, smiled and said, “have fun ladies, I intend too.” She led Trinity up a flight of heavily carpeted stairs.

 

Destiny looked at Lao and smiled.” Here’s to losing your virginity!” Destiny said.

“Indeed” uttered Lao. They took a drink of the Green Liqueur, kissed and headed out to the dance floor.

[DracoRazgriz]

Wow Dezi it just keeps getting better as it goes. However I noticed two mistakes, I know as a writer it can be easy to miss them when you write something this long as you have too much to keep track of, anyway just a friendly heads up just so you know.

 

1) “Thank you Thomas”, she relied. “You’re very welcome Miss Trinity”. ( The P is missing in replied )

 

2) Trinity looked at her two friends and was amazed at what a trio they made. Destiny was a polished chocolate, tall, and thin, and very attractive. Lao was short like her, but slightly taller, good looking and her Asian heritage gave her a, an elfish look.

 

I'm guessing it was supposed to be ' gave her an elfish look. '

 

well that's it, keep up the good work Dezi.

- Raz

[dezdimona]

Thankyou both for the compliments. And thanks Raz for catching those typo's,I use spell check and try to re-read it,but my mind works at a speed quicker than my eyes at most times. I'll correct it,thanks again.

[DracoRazgriz]

That's OK Dez, you put it up here so that we could 'proof' read it for you, so as far as I'm concerned all I did was my job. ;D

 

And correct me if I'm wrong but this IS an actual book your writing? That's why writers have editor's, too catch the little things.

 

- Raz

[dezdimona]

It is my hope to turn this story and my experience into readable copy. Once I finish this little piece of fantasy/fact,I can begin to really organize the events of my "life" as an on-line transgender person.

There are some things I'll have to edit,some things to keep to myself, and of course,names will be changed to protect the identity of others.

It is not my intention to "out" anyone or to create a witch hunt. I had fun for the most part,and while I did lose someone whom I had an honest love for, I can't expect everyone to believe in me because I did lie, and did cover up aspects of my identity. After that personna I portrayed was gone, her sudden revival caught me off-guard and left me grasping at straws.

 

As I said before it was never my intention to cause harm or pain to anyone,and I too suffered, but when you make an omelete,you have to break some eggs. I know there are some who will never forgive me, and such is life,but if I caused pain or hurt to anyone I am truely sorry.

 

And to that one person,I did love you,and withholding the truth from you was wrong,but if I had told you certain things,I don't think you would have believed me anyway. I hid the truth to keep that personna gone and buried like she should have been. I'm sorry is all I can say!

 

Things happen for a reason and though I'll always miss that person,perhaps in the long run it's better that its over.

 

Life is strange,and you never stop learning,and some lessons are hard to swallow,but you grow and move on. So be it!

[Aeryn333]

It is my hope to turn this story and my experience into readable copy. Once I finish this little piece of fantasy/fact,I can begin to really organize the events of my "life" as an on-line transgender person.

There are some things I'll have to edit,some things to keep to myself, and of course,names will be changed to protect the identity of others.

It is not my intention to "out" anyone or to create a witch hunt. I had fun for the most part,and while I did lose someone whom I had an honest love for, I can't expect everyone to believe in me because I did lie, and did cover up aspects of my identity. After that personna I portrayed was gone, her sudden revival caught me off-guard and left me grasping at straws.

 

As I said before it was never my intention to cause harm or pain to anyone,and I too suffered, but when you make an omelete,you have to break some eggs. I know there are some who will never forgive me, and such is life,but if I caused pain or hurt to anyone I am truely sorry.

 

And to that one person,I did love you,and withholding the truth from you was wrong,but if I had told you certain things,I don't think you would have believed me anyway. I hid the truth to keep that personna gone and buried like she should have been. I'm sorry is all I can say!

 

Things happen for a reason and though I'll always miss that person,perhaps in the long run it's better that its over.

 

Life is strange,and you never stop learning,and some lessons are hard to swallow,but you grow and move on. So be it!

 

Engaging story...and most important very needed enlightenment..

 

Dez I want you to think about something..Every really good lets say reporter that wants to get out the truth will sometimes go under cover, is that really a lie, or does sometimes the truth of a matter so important, that the deception is a necessary one for the greater good..rarther than a hurtful kinda lie..a lie with intent, that has no cause, but self interest..or to cover ones arse..

 

My Grans, cut off her hair, and during the civil war here, she witnessed the death of her own Ma in Connemmara, in Co. Galway.. Like she wanted to fight for the cause with her Da, move to West Cork with him, where he was from.. left the girl she was behind, and all that went with that.. and her grandaughter, namesake, was a lot like her..aye I was..but thats another story..

 

She left behind her frist name Caitlin.. took on her middle name Aeryn, which can be boy or girls name here.. aye..tis a story behind that name aye la..I have never told another this story..

 

As a young adolescent bound her small chest up, and for a long time till his death, became her DA's son..When they got to West Cork..No-one in West Cork knew..they all accepted what her DA said for he was a respected man..Womyn couldn't fight here twas'nt allowed....To be a Fenian no less never..But she did..la..she pretended to be a boy, for one reason alone, to fight for the freedom of her country, and it meant sacrifice and it meant conseguences, ones she was willing to pay if the truth be known.. friends she made, people that cared all thought she was a young man...later down the line,was she rejected, was she called a lier, hurt, aye..Like eh was she really a liar no!!!!

 

Like those close to her understood her reasons..like her Da..and his Ma..la

No others knew, that the hard fighting Rebel lad, was really a girl..

Did she lie to hurt no, did she deceive others for a cause aye..therein lays the difference..

 

The truly good reporter or writer, has the courage, and they are rare, to enter into undercover, and must if they want their story to get out, and the truth be known, cannot break that cover.. despite consequences, and so few dare..

 

Like Deception for a cause, is not the same as a lie..la

Its creative investagation...a higher calling if you will, to dare, for a worthy cause of truth and freedom..Some wars against injustice are fought with a sword, but the pen has always been mightier than the sword .......

Like sometimes it is necessary when a higher goal is in sight, and those that really love you will see it, and appreciate what you went through and did for the cause of truth, and freedom for all..to get that truth out..like those that love you will admire you, for your guts and courage..la