Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... nails, all of it, and met him at the restaurant. He was dressed nicely too, slacks and a button down shirt. We had a great dinner, talked a lot and I was really starting to visualize myself in a relationship at some point."

I saw that Carly was beginning to look a little nervous, so I put grabbed her hand and held it to try and ease her apprehension.

"So we finished up with dinner, and as we walked out of the restaurant and down the street, he grabbed my hand and held it. I had butterflies in my stomach and felt like I was in high school again, crushing on a boy! He suggested that we get in his car and go to a rooftop bar on the other side of downtown, and so we walked into the garage."

Her voice was now starting to shake and she had tears streaming down her beautiful face, squeezing my hand and holding onto it like a lifeline.

"But before we got to his car, I stopped. I was still holding his hand, and he stopped to face me, and I said that before we went on any further, I needed to tell him something about me."

There was a long gap of silence, as if she was back in the garage, scared for her life.

"Jason... I'm- I'm trans."

The puzzle pieces started falling together. The fear that was in her eyes as she said that was, I realized, not fear of reliving last night, but she was scared to tell me.

My job as a nurse has prepared me for situations I have never encountered before. I was thankful that when she made that revelation to me, shared with me, a ...

... man she'd met less than 24 hours prior, her deepest secret, that I was able to not allow the surprise I felt in my brain to reflect on my face.

I moved my other hand to the bed, taking hers in both of mine, and faced her. I smiled at her, encouraging her to continue.

"S-so," she continued, choking through tears, "When he heard that, he laughed in my face initially. Then when he saw my expression and realized I wasn't joking, he dropped his hand and stared at me with this blank expression on his face. He stayed like that for probably 10 seconds. He turned around for a second, and when he turned back toward me, he punched me in the face."

She was sobbing in earnest now. I let go of her hand and pulled her head into my chest, where she leaned up against me and kept crying. I let her go for as long as she needed to, and when I noticed her calming down, I released her and reached over to grab some tissues, handing them to her and using one to wipe the tears from her face myself. She finally regained her composure.

"The first punch was really hard, and it knocked me to the ground. I was disoriented and tried for a second to get away from him, but he jumped on top of me and kept punching me, screaming at me that he wasn't gay, and that I was a freak and a fag, and just kept going. Then he stood up over me, spit on my face and kicked me three or four times in the side. That's how my ribs were broken."

By this time, I had the full complex of emotions running through my ...