Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

Author's Note(s): While Hayley isn't transgender, she can certainly be interpreted as such. This story deals with themes of gender dysphoria and insecurity, as well as the fetishization and exploitation of these feelings. If this makes you uncomfortable, please turn back now! If you are transgender, please always know that you belong and you are loved.

Welcome to Chapter 3 of Homeomorphism!

This chapter focuses a lot on the exploration of Hayley and Charlotte's sexual dynamic (you know, the supposed crux of this entire story) meaning the page count here really got out of hand. But it also means that, as promised, the smut is finally beginning to intensify, with plenty more to come.

I had an absolute blast writing this, and I hope you have just as much fun reading it.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

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Hayley awoke with a start. Frantically, she reached for her phone on the bedside table, exhaling in relief that it was only 6:45. Charlotte shifted beside her, reaching out and snaking her arm around Hayley's waist, trying to pull her back under the covers.

"Mmm" Charlotte groaned groggily "come back."

Hayley gently peeled the arm from around her and twisted backwards to face the half-asleep girl behind her.

"I have an 8 a.m. on Mondays."

"Skip it," Charlotte whined, "stay here."

Hayley looked at Charlotte with a sympathy that answered for her. Charlotte pouted, crossing her arms and turning away from Hayley in an exaggerated ...

... display of disappointment.

"I can come back tonight!" Hayley offered desperately.

"No," Charlotte said, her voice low and dejected, "I get it. You're tired of me."

"No! Charlotte, I-"

Hayley was interrupted as Charlotte flipped herself back around, a mischievous grin spread across her face.

"I'm just kidding," she giggled, the panic on Hayley's face settling. "I mean obviously I'd rather you stay here forever, but then little miss perfect wouldn't be top of her class anymore, would she?"

Hayley rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Oh my god you didn't even deny it." Charlotte sounded like she was about to throw up. "Are you actually top of your class?"

"No..." Hayley mumbled, unwilling to look Charlotte in the eyes, then adding quietly "...sometimes."

Charlotte's mouth fell open, glaring at Hayley in an insincere display of annoyance. "Get the fuck out of my bed. I'm tired of looking at your beautiful face."

Hayley smiled with a blush, giving Charlotte a soft kiss before scooping her clothes from two days earlier off the floor and walking into the bathroom.

Charlotte sat on the bed in shock. She forgot all about the night before until the feeling of Hayley's lips against hers brought it back. For a moment, Charlotte had been completely and unabashedly content, waking up happily beside a new friend, her only concern when they would see each other next.

But all that happiness, all that warmth, was violently torn away as she remembered the kind of person ...