You're back in your hometown for the first time in years, the first time since you've transitioned. You take a walk around the street and end up chatting with one of your old neighbors. She looks different now, her hair is cut shorter, she's wearing jeans and a tank top instead of a dress, there's a few tattoos on one of your arms.
She blushes a bit when you ask her about it, she realized she was a lesbian a few years ago and divorced her husband, mostly amicably. She's a little worried the new style doesn't suit her, but you tell her she looks gorgeous. She blushes again, more intensely, "I-um, you too. You were such and awkward boy last time I saw you, but now that you're a girl you're so, um, hot." She looks away from you, looking mortified with herself. "Oh-s-sorry, that's such a-"
You cut her off, blushing yourself. "It's alright, I get what you mean, um, th-thanks." She looks relieved, but there's still an awkward silence. You rack your brain for a change of topic. "S-so, have you, like, done anything lesbian yet?"
The blush that had just begun to fade from her returns. "A-actually just last weekend I had my first, um, oh-that's probably too much information."
"Well now I'm curious." You say, surprising yourself a little. "What happened?"
"It was, um, my first hookup, with a girl."
You can't help but imagine it, imagine her. You feel yourself start to stiffen, but you do your best to look normal. "H-how was it?"
"R-really good, I always thought that I wasn't a very sexual person, but um, I can't stop thinking about it."
"Y-yeah, I remember after my first time, um, as a girl with um, another girl." You bite your lip.
"Oh, you like girls to, I was curious." She says, avoiding your gaze. "That does make sense, I always thought you had a crush on me when you were younger."
You awkwardly brush some hair out of your eyes. "I-um, I totally did." You feel a knot form in your stomach, nervous, but also coiled with potential energy. "Um, can I say something that might be too much information?"
"I um, I might have touched myself, thinking about you." You can feel yourself throb as you admit it.
You hear her inhale, her eyes widen. "Th-that's, um, are you..."
The knot in your stomach coils tighter. God she's so pretty; you know you want this, and it seems so clear she does to. "Y-yeah, I think I am." You swallow and take a deep breath. "Would you, um, like to have your second time, with me?"
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