Oh dear, as the song by the Fixx says: "one thing, one thing, leads to another." This little tidbit is the flip side to "Boys night in". This idea was inspired by that idea. And, please, don't think that I'm picking on Blair, it's just that he'd make a far better woman than Jim ever would, dontcha think? I try to picture Jim Ellison in drag and it never quite comes together. Blair would be fine--if he didn't wear anything lowcut (or he waxed his chest--ouch!)
Standard disclaimer: Don't own them, probably never will. No infringement intended to Pet Fly Prod., Viacom, UPN, etc. They will really wish I'd leave 'em alone after this.
WARNING: NC-17 for somewhat graphic descriptions of sex, but mostly for a situation some might find discomforting/upsetting.
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Jim sighed as he took his seat at the table in the bar, it was the 5th anniversary of Blair's leaving. The younger man had had a chance to do a really important study in the jungles of Chile, something he couldn't really pass up. And Jim pretty much had his senses under control, so there wasn't much left. Jim had regretted it ever since. Once Blair had gone, he'd realized just how much the younger man had meant to him.
Jim was distracted from his self-pity, when he felt someone staring at him. Looking up, he saw a beautiful young woman sitting with some friends at a table across the way. She had waist length, curly brown hair, and her eyes were almost the same colour as Sandburgs. As she stood up, Jim took in her figure, she was very slim, with small pert breasts, and gorgeous long legs, all of which was accentuated by the low-cut mini dress she was wearing. When she looked him in the eyes, he felt a jolt of...recognition? No, he didn't know her, maybe electricity.
"Hi, may I join you? You look awfully lonely," she asked, her voice low and husky.
"Yeah, sure. I could use the company," Jim replied.
She pulled her chair close to his and sat down, saying, "My name is Rowan Sanders, and you are...?
"Jim Ellison, so Rowan, what do you do for a living?"
She smiled, "Oh, I have a PhD. in, um, History and I'm going to be taking a job at Rainier University this fall. What do you do? You look like a cop, or are you in the military?"
Jim looked at her puzzled, he had the feeling she'd lied about something, but right now, he didn't care. "No, I'm a cop," Jim replied, and he could smell something, vaguely familiar. He concentrated on it but couldn't really place at first, then he realized it was pheromones. This woman wanted him, and he could feel his body reacting to hers. Looking at her, he could see her blue eyes dilated with desire and knew he'd end up in bed with her, tonight. "Normally, I wouldn't do this Rowan, but I want you. Now. Come back to my place with me?" Jim asked.
Rowan didn't respond, just looked at him carefully, then leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Her tongue sought out his, and when he responded, she purred, deep in her throat.
"I'll take that as a yes," Jim whispered, standing up and pulling her with him out the door.
As soon as they were inside the loft, Jim pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her, his tongue seeking out hers, savouring her sweet taste, wanting to know all of her secrets. He moaned against her mouth, when her hands swept down to squeeze his ass and grind him against her. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest and he could smell her arousal, much stronger now. She put one of her legs between his and started rubbing herself against his thigh, which also made his erection rub against her leg, and he could feel her wetness on his leg. He almost thought he was going to go into sensory overload, but he retained control. He sucked on her pouty bottom lip as he broke the kiss, "Let's take this up to the bed, sugar," he whispered hungrily.
After they reached the bedroom, Rowan quickly undressed, and watched Jim as he removed his clothes. He took her in his arms and gently lowered her onto his bed, laying down on top of her, put not putting his full weight on her. He kissed her lips, her jawline, her neck, and suckled on her breasts, making her moan and buck her hips. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed his cock and guided it into her passage. Jim moaned as he sunk his full length into her, then slowly started to thrust in and out, while he brought one hand down to massage her clit, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he was getting.
"Oh, Jimm, yess, oh yes, I'm coming,OHH!" Rowan screamed pulling him down for a kiss, as he thrust one final time into her, coming so hard he collapsed on top of her. He was actually starting to doze off, when he heard her, "Um, Jim, could you roll over, not that I don't like this, but you're a bit heavy, lover." Jim complied, rolling onto his side and pulling Rowan into his embrace.
A couple of hours later, a sound woke Jim up and he realized it was just a helicopter flying over head. He listened for sound in the loft and smiled contentedly, when he heard the familiar heartbeat/pulse of his Guide. Blair was home, it was about time. Jim started to drift off to sleep before he realized what he'd just thought. Blair isn't here, it was the woman, Rowan. He looked at her, and then he expanded his sense of smell, she smelled just like Blair, and her heart/pulse rate was the same. It was impossible, Jim had never found two people with identical smells, not even identical twins. The moonlight which came in through the windows was enough light for Jim, he pushed her hair away from the side of her face, and on the jawline between cheek and ear, he saw the scar. So faint that most people wouldn't even see it in the daylight. He pulled the sheets down and looked at her breasts, more barely there scars, and when he concentrated his sense of touch and gently squeezed them, he could feel the implants. Jim looked towards her lower body, he didn't really want to check, *But she feels just like a woman, how? This can't be, Sandburg was too much of a, a, a man to do this, I mean all those women? Maybe it was just a cover, Jim ole boy, to hide this?* Jim started when he realized his lover was awake.
Rowan stretched and then looked at Jim, and seeing the look in his eyes she got a little worried. "Jim, is everything ok? You look like you've seen a ghost or something," she said.
"Sandburg is it you? Don't lie to me, you know I can tell. Is it really you?" Jim asked, his eyes narrowing. When she flashed puppy-dog eyes at him, Jim knew the answer, before she even spoke.
Moving to sit on the side of the bed, Rowan, or rather Blair, said, quietly, "Yeah, it's me Jim. How did you know?"
Jim just stared, he had his Guide back, but in a _far_ different package than he expected. "The things you could never change, Blair, your pulse and heart rates, and your basic smell. That won't ever change, it's unique to you."
"How come you couldn't tell before now?"
"I wasn't looking for it. I heard a noise, woke up and thought to myself that you were here, then as I started to drift off again, I realized you shouldn't be. Then I checked, and saw the scars from some of your plastic surgery. Where are you going?" Jim asked as she got out of bed and started to put her underwear on.
"Jim, I was hoping you wouldn't know it was me. I've wanted to be with you for so long, but I didn't think you'd take me as your lover if I were a man. I know you're probably disgusted by this, so I'll just go now," Blair responded sadly.
Reaching over, Jim pulled Blair back to the bed and his embrace. "Blair, I don't understand all of this, but I do love you. I loved you when you were a man, I just didn't realize it in time. You didn't do this just to be able to get me did you?" Jim asked, worriedly.
"No, Jim. I was never comfortable as a man, I'd always felt the gods had made some sort of mistake. I knew I was really a woman, trapped in a man's body. You don't know how hellish that is. Just before I met you, I had started the process for gender reassignment surgery. It's a long one, you have to see psychiatrists for a couple of years, they give you all sorts of tests, it wasn't any fun. Then 5 years ago, I got word that they were ready to start my surgeries, there are several of them. I lied to you about Chile, I really went to L.A. to get the surgeries done. The last one was about a year ago. Then I came back here, name changed, of course. I don't think the University would have hired me as Blair Sandburg and the same credits I had before. My middle name is Rowan, and Sanders was as close to Sandburg as I could get," Blair explained.
"How do you feel about me, Blair. I really do love you, and I think I could get used to looking at you like this," Jim smiled.
"Oh, Jim, I still love you, I have since the first day I met you. But are you sure you can handle this? Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes, I'm sure Blair. I love you," Jim said, giving his lover a
kiss.
Again, I hope no trans gender (I think that's the term) people, or anyone else, is offended by this, it is not my intent. Also, I don't know how good the surgeries currently are for this situation, but this takes place 5 years in the future, so I'm assuming some major breakthroughs have been made by that time, to make the surgery results more realistic.
I realize my characterizations are rather vague (shallow?), and
Jim seems to be a very accepting fellow, (maybe love does conquer all)
but please keep in mind I wrote these rather quickly and figured, well,
if he really loved Blair, he'd love him no matter what. The wonderful
thing about fiction is that you can have a happy ending, regardless of
reality. :)
It'll probably be awhile (if ever) before I do _this_ subject
again. :)