Becoming a Beta - The AlphaBeta Score Ch. 13

Over the last two weeks, you made a lot of progress. Finally, you realized that, as Heidi had told you, the score didn't make you who you were, you didn't need to be a tall muscular guy to be a "real man". You were you. With your strengths and your flaws and part of you was your score. Still, the most important part was how you felt about yourself and how you acted.

A part of being "manly" for you was being courageous and honest. You finally felt it was time to stop lying.

"Are you sure you feel ready for this," Heidi asked you, rubbing your thigh while you drove.

"Yeah... I'm tired of hiding it. It's a part of me," you replied, determined.

You had chosen to tell your father and brother about your score and at the same time introduce them to Heidi, officially.

"Anyway... What's the worst that can happen?" You asked. Your mom already knew, and it's not like you chose this. Even though you were still learning to accept your own body, you'd rather not have those tits on your chest. Though you finally accepted to wear the sports bra while running, and to be honest you pretty much wore it everyday under your loose shirts, your grown nipples were way too sensitive now. It was such a relief to avoid the chaffing and have a bit of support.

Heidi looked at you with a frown and a deeply worried expression. It wasn't like her to be like that. "Well, whatever happens, I'll be there for you, okay? You can stay at my place if things turn sour."

"I really don't think it'll be that bad... But thanks, I really do appreciate your support" You replied, putting your hand over hers. You squeezed her hand a bit.

You texted your mom earlier to let her know you'd bring a guest for dinner at home. Predictably when you did, she asked who it was. When you told Heidi, she immediately got... Annoying. Putting heart emojis in her texts, saying she looks forward to meeting her and all that.

Finally, you parked in the driveway in front of your house. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes for a second, gathering your courage.

Heidi, still visibly anxious given her worried look, whispered: "It's okay, I'll be here with you."

You got out of the car and opened the front door. Once inside, you could smell the sweet smell of your mom's home recipe of chili. A sweet and strong scent that gave you a familiar calmness.

Then the face of your mom peaked out of the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Heidi. The usually strong and confident Heidi now was shy and cow, looking small in her shoes. A deep blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, you must be Heidi! Come in, come in," your mom squeaked while moving toward you and Heidi. She gave you a big hug, pressing you in her warm comforting chest with a strong kiss on your cheek.

"Can I?" Your mom asked Heidi, extending her arms towards her. Heidi shyly only nodded. Then your mom hugged her too. She squished her too in her soft breast, a deep comforting hug only a mother can give.

"I'm Nathalie, it's a pleasure to meet you" Your mom said. She then turned to you: "She's so pretty!" she told you. Heidi blushed even deeper.

Heidi could only push a weak: "Thanks, miss"

"Oh don't call me miss. Call me Nathalie, or Nath please," your mom responded playfully offended.

Soon enough, you were at the diner table, your father and brother astounded by the looks of Heidi. Heidi had finally found her tongue back and was able to do small talk with the family. She told how she was a gym trainer, which strongly resonated with youe father and brother and how we had met at the gym. At some point, your brother couldn't resist it anymore and asked you the question.

"So, lil bro. Be honest with us. You and Heidi? You're more than friends right?" he asked, pointing at you with his fork. You didn't really try to hide it. All during dinner and before, it felt like there was a magnetic pull between you and Heidi. Even her hand landed on your thigh a couple of times under the table out of habit.

You looked at Heidi and she nodded at you.

"Yeah... We've been going out for a while to be honest," you said, voice breaking of nervousness. Heidi looked scared and apprehensive of the reaction of your family.

"Oooohh, this is so great!" your mom gushed, putting her hands together. Your father had a proud look in his eyes similar to your brother.

"Congrats lil bro. Didn't know you had it in you," your brother teased you, giving you a small jab in the shoulder.

In turn, the news gave the dinner a festive note. Your father insisted on serving you a beer and the questions aimed at Heidi multiplied. A part of her shyness seemed to dissipate, the acceptance of your family warmed her heart and your happy girlfriend was back. The discussion flowed and the minutes passed. Eventually you all moved into the living room.

As the time passed you started to feel the pressure inside to do what you really were here for. Telling your family about your score. All continued to talk, but you became more reserved and closed on yourself, trying to find a way to inject this reveal in this joyous moment.

Your mom probably picked up on your mood shift and asked: "Are you okay, Honey? You're a bit quiet."

"I... Yes, it's just that I wanted to say something..." You said, your voice weak and trembling.

Heidi felt your nervousness and grabbed your hand. She knew what you were going to say.

The room paused. All turned to you. They had a worried look. You probably exuded a strong anxiousness in your expression, the whole ambiance of the room changed to a concerned one.

"What is it Zach?" your father asked.

The words felt like sandpaper in your throat. It felt exactly like when you had told your mother. The more force you gave to make the word come out, the more tears started to pool in your eyes.

"Gosh Zach, what is it? Are you sick or something?" Your brother asked. He looked worried for you, a thing he rarely showed.

Your mom seemed to understand and looked at you, also worried, but nodding, encouraging you to say it.

"It's stupid... I don't know how to say it," you paused again. You took a deep breath in and said, trembling: "I lied a while back. It's about my alpha score." Heidi, side hugged you, now.

"Well it's low, like 50 or something... But what of it? It doesn't matter Zach. We still love you," your father pressed, distressed from seeing you cry.

"It's lower... I lied. It's 4," you said. Putting your face in your hands, avoiding their eyes.

"It's what?" Your father asked.

Your mother answered for you: "It's 4 honey. Don't make the poor boy repeat it," she said defensively on your behalf.

"How's that possible? And Nathalie you knew it? Why didn't you tell me?" Your father asked, flabbergasted.

Heidi hugged you even tighter. You had a metal taste in your mouth from the nervousness. Your head was spinning, leaving you unable to do anything but cry in your hands.

"It's like that... sir. He's still the same Zach," Heidi jumped in, defending you too.

Your father sighed deeply. "That's not what I meant. Zach I was just surprised. I didn't think it was possible to have that score..." Your father stopped his word because of an angry stare of your mom.

He sighed again and re-tried: "Zach, I love you. That score means nothing to me."

He got up and walked to you. He patted your head. "Look at me, Zach."

You reluctantly lifted your head out of your hands and looked up at your father. He had a pained expression. He finally felt your pain. He hurted for the torture he imagined you went through alone.

"Zachary Stanley. You are my son. I'm proud of you and I love you," He said, giving you a kiss on your forehead, and then got down to hug you. All that time, you were worried that he would treat you like a freak. Treat you like a failure. And yet, he just accepted you. Unconditional love. It even made you feel ashamed that you were worried about his reaction.

"Shit, you're stupid lil bro. I knew something was up. You should have told us. If anyone gives you trouble at school for that, let me know. I'll break their neck" your brother said, sniffling tears too.

Your moms was crying happy tears. She was proud of her family. A smile on her mouth despite the tears in her eyes.

Heidi too was brought to tears and whispered in your ear: "You're lucky, Zach. You have such a good family. I'm jealous"

Eventually, tears stopped flowing. The happy mood returned. All that time worrying, for nothing. All those months covering up the changes and yet they still accepted you for who you were. Your mom insisted Heidi stayed the night. Oddly enough, it was the first time she saw your bedroom.

Later that night, after the excitement of the evening had died down and your mom had finally gone to bed, you found yourself back in your childhood bedroom with Heidi. The familiar posters on the wall seemed to watch over you with a newfound sense of acceptance. Heidi had changed into one of your old, oversized t-shirts, which hung loosely on her thin athletic frame, making her look even more endearing.

You both slipped under the covers of your bed. It was a tight fit, but neither of you seemed to mind. Heidi turned to face you, her eyes soft and filled with a gentle warmth. You reached out and tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. A comfortable silence settled between you, a silence filled with unspoken understanding and affection. You pulled her closer, and she nestled into your chest, her head resting right over your heart. You could feel her soft breath against your skin, and the gentle rise and fall of her body as she relaxed. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't experienced in a long time. The events of the evening, the acceptance from your family, Heidi's unwavering support -- it all felt like a weight had been lifted. Soon, the gentle rhythm of Heidi's breathing deepened, and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, her warmth a comforting presence against you, finally finding rest in her embrace.

During the next week you found the courage yet again to confront your friends at school revealing the truth about your score. Derek let you know that he'd always be there for you and Lisa let you know she thought no less of you and upon learning of Heidi's role as your girlfriend tried to convince you to a foursome with her, to which you skillfully avoided. Even more surprising was Mark's new attitude. You didn't directly tell him, but someone must have. His bullying stopped and he almost seemed to avoid you. Did someone threaten him or did he just feel bad about bullying someone with such a low score? That you didn't know, but didn't care either.

The only negative was that now Lisa and other girls wouldn't stop telling you you were cute and wanted to play with your hair and such. Maybe they missed the memo that the low score didn't make you a little pet or something like that. But it didn't feel bad to have it hair played with though...

Finally, an important date arrived. The two months mark of the double dosage. You looked forward to that date. Despite the fact you had learned to accept your score it was getting bothersome to do the double dosage and have the limp flower. It's almost as if you had forgotten the feeling of having an erection.

You waited in the medical waiting room. The secretary typed away at her keyboard. The door opened and the blonde doctor called: "Zachary Stanley?"

You got up and the doctor said: "Oh yeah, I remember you." She looked down at her tablet. "Today is the day, isn't it?"

Dr Samson was right. Today was the day you were going to be freed of the flower.

"Follow me," the cold blonde asked. You followed her to her exam room. Once inside your sat on the medical bed waiting for her to instruction.

"You know the routine Mr Stanley. Put your finger in the machine."

You put your finger in the machine, feeling the usual sting of it. Despite the fact that you knew you respected the protocole and kept up with the prescribed double dosage you felt a touch of anxiety, the sour memory of when you got found peeking its head in your mind.

The machine beeped once done. The doctor looked at the results on the tablet, seeming satisfied. "Good, good. Still, for good measure, given your historic, let's just do a hair test for an in depth analysis and I'll do a full physical check"

You felt embarrassed, forced to expose yourself to this strange woman. She pluck one hair off your scalp, putting it in a machine. "Can you please undress now?" She said observing you.

You slid your pants and underwear revealing your small limp dicklet. It couldn't be much more than one and a half inch in that limp state, the only state it saw in the last two months.

"The shirt too," Dr Samson insisted coldly.

You remove your loose shirt, revealing your sports bra.

"Good, you listened to my recommendation for the bra," the doctor noted.

You nodded, completely blushed. You then removed your bra, revealing your perky b-cup breast. Your nipples were hard as diamond. The doctor started by putting the cold metal of the stethoscope on the skin of your chest making you shiver.

"Breathe in deeply for me," she asked, listening intently. "Now exhale." She noted a few things on her tablet before continuing. "Lift your arms," she ordered. She pressed at the junction of your armpits and breasts, feeling in that region before nodding. "Arms down," she said. She then looked at your nipple touching it lightly. "We got some nice growth here," she mentioned without emotion.

"I'd rather not," you squeaked, in a shy rebelion. The doctor lifted an eyebrow at the comment.

She continued her examination, touching you at your waist, ass cheeks and finally your tiny limp cock. She played with it, looking under and feeling your small balls and nodding to herself.

*Beep* sounded a machine in the background. She looked at her tablet and read the results.

"Everything is looking good Mr Stanley. I guess it's time, your double is done and let me get this," she said looking for an item shuffling in one of her drawers. She pulled something that looked like a scanner gun. She pulled it to your cock. She pulled the trigger and a red light traced along the head of your small cock and a burning sensation ensued.

You flinched and grunted: "Ummh... What was that?" You asked, bringing your hands to your crotch.

"Just burning the glue of the petals of the limp flower," she explained calmly. She then got her thumb and forefinger to your cocklet and pulled down on the foreskin. The skin was tiger than two months ago, it gave a bit of resistance before revealing a glan pinker than you ever remember having. On it were the translucent petals. The glove cover finger of the doctor peeled the petal off your glan, one by one. Once the were all peeled off, she pulled on the flower, pulling out the catheter stem like part of the flower. Finally, with a bit of precum on the tip of it, it finally came out entirely. Your cock began to come back alive. The one and a half cocklet inflated and curved upward standing proud at three inches in an incredibly hard state. It throbbed in the air, you began to breathe heavily.

"Doctor... I don't know what'S going on... I'm going to.... Fuck" you whimpered before your little cock erupted and shot ropes after ropes of cum, the first few strings of it falling on Dr Samson face and lips. Her shocked expression finally broke her cold character.

She used a tissue, whipping her face but still her tongue licked up her lip by reflex.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly. You felt embarrassed, but a part of you was happy that you had gotten that involuntary revenge.

She sighed before stating: "I should have expected that... That was the reason I installed the limp flower. Expect your little penis to be overly sensitive for at least the weekend. In the meanwhile," the doctor trailed off again, looking for something in her drawer, pulling out a small tube of lotion marked "Lidocaine". "I'll applied today this and give you this, it's a local anesthetic"

Dr. Samson, with a practiced efficiency that bordered on clinical detachment, squeezed a generous amount of the clear, slightly viscous lotion onto the latex-gloved finger of her left hand. The cool touch of the gel against her glove was the only warning before she reached for your still-erect penis. Her touch, though professional, sent a fresh wave of unexpected sensations through you. It wasn't the raw, electrifying thrill of the ejaculation you had just experienced, but a more subtle, tingling awareness of her proximity and intent.

Her cool gloved fingers gently cradled the base of your throbbing member, her thumb positioned just beneath the head. With slow, deliberate strokes, she began to spread the lidocaine along the shaft, her touch surprisingly tender despite her otherwise detached demeanor. The cool sensation of the gel initially provided a slight contrast to the lingering heat of your recent climax. You watched, fascinated and slightly embarrassed, as her focused gaze remained fixed on her task, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As her fingers reached the incredibly sensitive head of your penis, a fresh wave of sensation, unexpected and potent, surged through you. It was different from the building pressure that led to the first ejaculation, a more localized and intensely pleasurable tingling that seemed to bypass your conscious control. Your breath hitched, and a low groan escaped your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, a wave of heat flushing your face.

Before you could fully process what was happening, a series of involuntary twitches ran through your pelvic muscles. A small, surprised gasp escaped your throat as you felt the unmistakable sensation of another release building within you. It was smaller this time, less forceful, but undeniably there. A few more involuntary pulses, and a thin stream of clear fluid, tinged slightly white, erupted from the tip of your penis, landing directly onto the back of Dr. Samson's latex-covered hand.

Your eyes snapped open, your face burning with a mixture of shame and a strange, almost bewildered pleasure. Dr. Samson paused her application, her gaze flickered down to her hand for a fleeting moment, and then back up to your face. Her expression remained largely impassive, though you could have sworn you saw a flicker of something -- perhaps surprise, perhaps a hint of... something else? -- in her cold blue eyes.

Without a word, she simply continued her task, spreading the remaining lotion over your penis, her movements as precise and unhurried as before. The initial coolness of the gel began to give way to a gentle warmth, a soothing sensation that spread rapidly through the incredibly sensitive skin of your penis. The throbbing began to subside, replaced by a pleasant, almost luxurious numbness. It wasn't a deadening numbness, but more like a warm, comforting blanket enveloping your most sensitive parts, quieting the overstimulated nerve endings.

You watched as the last of the lotion was absorbed into your skin. The once proud and throbbing member began to soften slightly, not returning to its completely limp state, but settling into a more relaxed, pleasantly numb awareness. The intense sensitivity that had flared just moments ago was now muted, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that extended from the tip of your glans down to the base. It felt... strangely good. A sense of relief washed over you as the lingering tension finally began to dissipate, the warm numbness taking over.

"Now Mr. Stanley, I suggest you apply this every 6 hours for the weekend, if you want to avoid any... accident."

Again, you nodded, indicating you understood. You took the little cream tube with you, feeling free all of sudden. The limp flower was off and the double dosage was finished. Your state would finally stabilize if not even improve a bit.

The doctor removed her nitrile gloves and washed her hands. She turned back to you: "You know, you can get dressed back." She stated, raising an eyebrow brow.

You hurriedly got your clothes back on you. Even though the numbness, the feeling of your cock was different. You could feel it finally get faintly hard and press against your tight boxer brief.

Once out of the medical aisle of your school you texted Heidi.

Z- I'm finally free!

H- What do you mean?

Z- I got the flower thing removed. You know the thing in my D.

H-!!!! Come over!

After texting your mom that you'd be off to Heidi, you made your way to her place after your last classes of this friday.

As you drove, you could feel that the effect of the cream was slowly receding. Your extremely sensitive shaft was straining against your underwear. It was a good thing that your foreskin had tightened, if not the glan would have been exposed and you'd have exploded.

Once you got to Heidi's apartment, you got in the elevator, giddy and excited like a teenager that would pass his first night with his crush. But as your hand reached her doorknob, a little pinch of anxiety gripped your heart. It'll be the first time she'll see your hard cock... What if she thinks its too small? Or too sensitive? Did she only stayed with you in hope you'd be a great fuck once the flower removed? Because, you knew how premature you were and especially this weekend was going to be even worse until the double dose effect receded.

"Stop it!" you thought. Up until now, nothing indicated Heidi would be like that... "Try to be confident in yourself, that will make her happy," you thought to yourself.

Once the door opened, you saw Heidi sitting on her couch. Wearing one of her large sweater and probably nothing under it. You closed the door behind you.

"Hey babe! So how is it?" she asked, jumping to her feet a curious look on her face and with the enthusiasm of a labrador. Her smile radiated to your heart.

"It feels really good. It's so nice to feel a bit normal again. But it's going to be sensitive this weekend... Like really sensitive," you emphasized.

She turned her head to the side: "Does that mean we can't play with it yet?" she asked with puppy eyes.

"Well we can, but I'll be an air trigger. Like way more than normal. Shit... just seeing you like that. Fuck, it's already throbbing," you said crouching a bit. The sight of your sexy blonde girlfriend being eager to have a fun time with was almost bringing you to your limit.

She made a finger gun towards your heart and did a: "It's okay, I got you in my sight, Pew!. Oh god... I'm already getting riled up. Can I see it?"

Again you felt that bit of anxiousness but pushed through. "Now?" you ask.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay," you sighted. You undid the fly of your jeans and slipped down your pants. Your briefs were already overly tented by your little hard on. The cream that the doctor had applied 6 hours ago didn't have any effect anymore.

"Oh it's hard!!" Heidi announced, excited. "Come don't stop there, take off your briefs. If you don't I will!"

You closed your eyes, embarrassed and slid off your underwear. The fabric strained against your hard on. Once the waistband past your cock, it sprang up, hard and pointing to the sky, an upward curve even more pronounced than before the double dose treatment somehow. The foreskin was stretching almost ready to uncover your pink glan.

"OMG!! It looks so good! The curved... The way it stands up and the color of it. It was the prettiest I ever saw... The first also I see in real life... But still the prettiest! Can I... Can I pull down on it, you know to get the skin thingy off the way," she said, getting on her knees in front of you.

Your throbbing 3-inch cock was closing on its limit.

"I... Heidi. I'm almost there. You can pull down the foreskin, but I tell you. I'm gonna cum if you do. And be gentle, please" you said, panting heavily.

"I don't care... it's almost a bonus," she smirked, taking your 3-incher between her thumb and index. The touch of her soft finger pulled a moan out of you and your back arched. She tugged gently down on the skin, the foreskin coming down, revealing your pink glan.

Your hip bucked and moaned again, all your tired nerves lighting back on fire for a third time today. Your spent balls produce a small amount of watery cum spraying on Heidi, landing on her nose. Your sensitive cocklet finally went back to its limp state.

"Sorry, but I told you," you tiredly exhaled.

"So cute," she said, whipping off the cum of her face. She got up and hugged you tightly. "You're so fucking cute! You have no idea! I can't wait to feel you inside me and make you moan, and do all the things I want to do to you," Heidi exclaimed, her eyes starstruck.

Your body was melting in her arm.

"Well, for now I think I need a bit of rest. Because of the medical exam, that was the third time I came today" you told her.

"Wait what, why did you have to cum in your medical exam?" Heidi asked, squinting her eyes.

"Well, she had to remove the flower and I was very sensitive and all..." you tried to explain, ashamed.

"Mmmh, *She*? I'm sure she's just a pervert! Next time I'm coming with you to the exam," Heidi crossed her arms, determined.

"Sure... Anyway, she gave me this for this weekend. It's a numbing cream to use while the effect of the double dose gets out of my body, so I don't bust nuts everywhere... I guess," You said, looking at your feet again embarrassed.

"Oh... yeah that makes sense. But if you're all numb, I won't be able to play with you. How about I just milk you? You'll be my little milk cow for the weekend" Heidi smiled, doing a jerking motion with her hand. The idea sent a tingle in your little member, making it half hard again.

"I... Maybe, if that's what you want. But I'm not responsible for any mess that ensues here."

"Yess!" She fist pumped down. Seemingly happy to use you like a toy for the weekend.

"But now, I just need a shower... It's been a long day," you said.

Heidi looked at you, a tender smile. Finally her teasing was done, she had had her fun. "Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute" she said walking toward her bedroom.

You stepped into the warm spray of the shower, the water instantly soothing your tense muscles. The lingering effects of the medical exam and the unexpected ejaculations were starting to catch up to you. The water cascaded over your shoulders, down your back, and over your still-sensitive penis, the warmth a comforting contrast to the earlier throbbing. You closed your eyes, letting the water wash away the day's anxieties.

A moment later, the shower curtain was pulled back, and Heidi slipped in behind you. The small space suddenly felt more intimate, filled with the steamy air and the scent of her familiar shampoo mingling with the generic soap bar. You turned to face her, a smile forming on your lips as you saw the playful glint in her eyes.

"Need a hand?" she asked, reaching for the bottle of shampoo you had placed on the small shelf. You nodded, turning your back to her and lifting your long, damp hair. The cool liquid felt refreshing as she poured it into her palm and began to work it into your scalp. Her fingers massaged gently, a soothing pressure that eased the lingering tension in your neck and shoulders. The scent of her shampoo, a sweet and slightly floral aroma, enveloped you both, creating a private, fragrant cloud within the steamy enclosure.

The warm water continued to rain down on your bodies, slicking your skin and tangling your wet hair. You could feel Heidi's body close against your back, the soft curve of her chest occasionally brushing against your skin. The water streamed over your chest, hitting your nipples, and you felt them instantly harden, a familiar response that no longer filled you with shame in Heidi's presence. It was just a part of you, and she seemed to accept it without question.

Having her wash your hair felt incredibly intimate, a simple act of care that spoke volumes about her feelings for you. It was a gesture of tenderness and comfort, a moment of shared vulnerability that deepened the connection between you. You leaned back slightly against her, enjoying the feeling of her hands in your hair, the warmth of the water, and the comforting presence of her body behind you.

Once your hair was thoroughly washed and rinsed, Heidi reached for a large, fluffy towel that was hanging on the bathroom door. Stepping out of the shower first, she held the towel open for you. You followed, the sudden coolness of the air a brief shock before the soft cotton enveloped you. Heidi gently took the towel and began to pat your wet hair, her touch careful and considerate. She worked her way through the long strands, absorbing the excess water, her gaze occasionally meeting yours with a warm, reassuring smile. This simple act of drying your hair felt just as intimate as the shower itself, a quiet moment of shared care and affection that solidified the bond you had rediscovered that rainy afternoon.

Heidi rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a long, oversized t-shirt, one of her favorites, faded and soft from many washes. "Here," she said, holding it out to you. "This should be comfy for pajamas. At least it won't bother... you know." She gave you a knowing smile, and you gratefully took the shirt, pulling it over your head. The soft cotton felt good against your clean skin, and the length reached down to your mid-thighs, providing ample coverage without being restrictive. It was a thoughtful gesture, and you appreciated her consideration for your current sensitivity.

You both settled onto her cozy couch, pulling a soft, knitted blanket over yourselves. Heidi had ordered some takeout -- a chinese combo of bok choy, chow ming and chicken ball -- a casual and comforting meal that felt just right for the evening. You leaned back against the cushions, Heidi snuggling close beside you, her head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You started the movie, a lighthearted comedy that didn't require too much concentration.

As you ate, sharing the Chinese meal and occasional glances, the earlier tension and anxiety seemed to melt away, replaced by a comfortable ease. Heidi would occasionally squeeze your hand or lean in to whisper a comment about the movie. You found yourself relaxing, enjoying the simple pleasure of her company and the feeling of her warmth against you. The movie played in the background, but your focus was often on Heidi, on the way her hair smelled, the soft curve of her cheek against your shoulder, the gentle rhythm of her breathing.

Eventually, as the movie neared its end and yawns started to escape both of you, Heidi stretched and looked up at you. "Tired?" she asked, her voice soft and a little sleepy. You nodded, feeling a pleasant drowsiness wash over you. Without a word, she took your hand and led you to her bedroom. Her bed was just as cozy as her couch, filled with soft pillows and a thick comforter. You both slipped under the covers, facing each other. Heidi reached out and gently stroked your cheek, her eyes filled with affection. You mirrored her gesture, tracing the soft curve of her jawline. The room was quiet, the only sound was the gentle rhythm of your breathing. You snuggled closer, her body fitting perfectly against yours. The day's emotional rollercoaster had finally come to an end, and in the warmth and comfort of Heidi's embrace, you both drifted off to sleep, a feeling of peaceful contentment settling over you.

The first thing you noticed as you stirred awake was a familiar pressure against your thigh. A pleasant, insistent pressure that had been absent for what felt like an eternity. You shifted slightly, and the pressure grew firmer, a distinct upward tilt now undeniable. Morning wood. It had been more than two months since you'd woken up with this sensation, a tangible reminder of your returning virility.

As your eyes fluttered open, you glanced down beneath the covers. There it was, a proud, if still modest, three inches standing to attention. And at its tip, a glistening bead of precum already hinted at the heightened sensitivity.

Heidi stirred beside you, her eyes fluttering open as well. She stretched languidly, her arm brushing against your leg. Her gaze then drifted downwards, following the line of the blanket, and her eyes widened slightly as she registered your morning glory. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with playful desire.

"Well, good morning to you too," she purred, reaching a hand down towards the blanket-covered bulge.

"Wait!" you said quickly, gently stopping her hand before she made contact.

She looked up at you, her eyebrows raised in question. "What's wrong?"

"It's just... it's incredibly sensitive right now, remember? If you touch me like that, I'm pretty sure I'll come immediately..." You trailed off, the blush creeping up your neck.

Heidi's smile softened with understanding. "Oh, right. Air trigger."

"Yeah, pretty much," you confirmed with a wry grin. "But... how about I take care of you first?"

Her eyes lit up at your suggestion. "You would?"

"Definitely," you said, leaning over to kiss her softly. "You deserve to feel good."

You shifted so you were kneeling between her legs, her gaze following your every move with anticipation. You gently pushed the t-shirt up, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. Her breath hitched as your fingers trailed lightly over her skin, down towards the soft curls below. She was already damp, a testament to her arousal.

You dipped your fingers inside, and she let out a soft gasp, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. You explored her slowly, teasing and tantalizing, feeling the slick heat and the way her muscles clenched around your fingers. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the pillows, her breathing becoming more rapid.

"Oh, Zach... that feels so good," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

You continued to pleasure her, varying your touch, sometimes pressing firmly, sometimes stroking lightly, watching the way her face flushed and her body writhed with pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, and her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her.

"Harder," she urged, her voice breathy and urgent. "Please..."

You increased the pressure and the pace, feeling the intensity building within her. Her breathing became ragged, and she cried out as her body tensed, her muscles contracting around your fingers in a series of powerful pulses. Her release was intense and beautiful, and you continued to stroke her gently until her breathing returned to normal and the tension in her body eased.

She opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed, a blissful smile gracing her lips. "Oh my god, Zach... that was amazing."

She reached for you, her hand finding your still-erect penis. "Now it's your turn," she whispered, her eyes filled with desire. "Let me..."

"Wait," you said again, your voice a little shaky. "Can I... can I try to be inside you?"

Her eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and excitement in her gaze. "You think you can?"

"I don't know," you admitted, "but I want to try."

She shifted, opening her legs wider, her gaze inviting. You positioned yourself above her, your hard penis throbbing with anticipation. You guided the tip to her wet entrance, and with a deep breath, you slowly pushed inside. It felt incredible, the warmth and tightness enveloping you, even if it was only a shallow entry.

"Oh, Zach," she breathed, her hands gripping your hips.

You managed two slow, deliberate thrusts, the friction sending waves of intense pleasure through your oversensitive penis. It was almost too much. Your muscles clenched involuntarily, and you felt the unmistakable surge building within you. With a frustrated groan, you pulled out, your hips bucking as you erupted, hot spurts of cum landing on her smooth, slightly damp stomach.

You collapsed onto her, breathing heavily, a mix of satisfaction and frustration swirling within you.

"Oh, Zach," Heidi said softly, stroking your hair. "That's a good start."

The next few weeks flowed like a dream you and Heidi spent more and more time together. Your lighter dosage helped you gain a bit of strength in the gym and more stamina in bed. You never become a stud that could pound for hours, but you did manage to eventually last up to 5 minutes which to some people they'd say it's not even in the premature spectrum. That being said, it did happen some day where you were too worked up that'd you'd come upon entry, but you always made sure Heidi was satisfied in the end. Your hair grew longer, a thing Heidi loved. Whether it was in bed or on the couch she loved playing with your hair. Now that you felt more secure in your own masculinity, you sometime were comfortable enough to take advantage of your softer looks to entice Heidi. Whether it was against her will or not, her bisexual brain couldn't help but flare to attention if she saw you in a bra or displaying some form of femininity in your looks. Some other time it was to display your round ass out of a loose t-shirt (while only wearing that at the apartment) while bending forward to her, a sure thing to grab her attention, and for her to grab one of your ass cheeks.

Finally the end of your highschool year arrived and you had received an acceptance letter for your town community college for the social work program. Social work seems to appeal to you. In the last few months you had got a taste of how tough it could be to have to navigate personnel problems.

Also, you went to prom with Heidi. You had some nice photos of it. She wore a beautiful blue dress that day. In all those photos, she shined like the sunshine she was in your life. Her stunning smile and vibrant gaze.

You eventually got a little summer job at the sports shop. It was nice to start to get some independence from your parents. Moreover, you knew that Heidi's birthday was coming, it was the 4th of august and you wanted to offer her a perfect day. You contacted some of her friends to invite them to a surprise birthday brunch. Three of them were gonna come. But that's when you noticed something. You thought of inviting her parents, but you had never met them. To be honest, Heidi was always very elusive whenever she mentioned them.

"Hey Heidi... I was just wondering. Your parents... They live close to here?" you asked, one morning.

Heidi's smile faltered slightly at your question. She busied herself with tidying up the coffee table, rearranging a few coasters that were already perfectly aligned. She avoided your gaze, humming a little tune under her breath.

"Uh, yeah, they... they live around here," she said finally, her voice a little too casual.

You waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't. She kept her back to you, fiddling with a stray thread on the edge of the blanket.

"Oh," you said gently, sensing her hesitation. "So... maybe we could invite them to dinner or something?" you lied. Your true intention was to invite them to her surprise birthday brunch.

Heidi turned around quickly, her smile looking a little strained now. "Oh, no, no, that's okay. They're... busy. You know how parents are."

Her evasiveness felt unusual. You knew Heidi was generally open and honest with you. A little seed of concern began to sprout in your mind.

"Busy every day for the past year?" you asked softly, your tone gentle, not accusatory.

Heidi sighed, running a hand through her hair. She finally sat down beside you on the couch, but she kept a small distance between you. She looked down at her hands, picking at her fingernails.

"It's... complicated, Zach."

You reached out and took her hand, your touch reassuring. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I was just curious."

She squeezed your hand, a grateful look in her eyes. "No, it's... it's probably time I told you. It's just... not a happy story." She took a deep breath, her gaze drifting towards the window. "Yeah, they live pretty close by, actually. But... we don't really have contact anymore."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Why not?"

Heidi's voice grew quiet, tinged with a sadness you hadn't heard from her before. "Well... my mom was never really thrilled about my score, you know? Said it wasn't very 'ladylike' to be so high up. She always wanted me to be more... demure, I guess." She gave a small, bitter laugh.

"But that wasn't even the main thing. When I was nineteen, I... I fell in love with my best friend, my girl best friend. We'd known each other since we were kids. It was... amazing. My first real relationship." Her voice softened as she spoke about her past love.

Then her expression clouded over. "When I finally told my parents... they didn't take it well. At all." Her voice started to tremble. "They... they told me it was immoral. That they were so disappointed in me. For being... for being a lesbian." Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes. "They... they called me names, Zach. 'Butch.' 'Dyke.' It was... awful." Despite the advances in technology of our, some people kept deep belief again same sex love and other things of the like, unfortunately.

She looked down again, tears silently tracing paths down her cheeks. "I moved out shortly after that. I just... couldn't stay there. We've kept minimal contact over the years, mostly just obligatory holiday texts. It's... it's easier that way." Her voice was barely a whisper now, choked with emotion.

A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. She tried to brush it away, but more followed. Her shoulders started to shake, and she finally broke down, sobs wracking her body.

You immediately wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. She buried her face in your chest, her tears soaking through your shirt. You held her tightly, stroking her hair, just like she had done for you in the rain. You didn't say anything, just held her, offering silent comfort and support. You knew what it felt like to face judgment and disappointment from loved ones, even if the reasons were different. You held her until her sobs subsided, just letting her feel your presence, a safe and accepting space in that moment of pain.

Heidi stop crying a bit, still held a dark expression over her: "Zach... do you think it's wrong to be the way I am"

"What do you mean Heidi?" you asked

Her eyes lifted up, a very worried look on her, all her confidence she usually held had seemingly vanished. You deeply regretted asking about her parents. The past trauma took her right back to where she was many years ago.

She looked at her hand and back at you. "For me, to be a girl that doesn't even really look like a girl. I'm thin, muscular and way too tall. I'm not soft, curvy and feminine. Because of my damn score" she said, her voice trembling.

"Heidi, don't say that. You know very well I think you're perfect. It's not about the score. I love you. I love you the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing about you even if I could," you said trying to put your hand on her cheek, but she shook you off.

"And would you hate me if I said to you that I know I love you but," she trailed off, a heavy sorrow in her eyes.

"But what..." you asked worriedly.

"I guess, you know I'm bi. I know you were worried about how I saw you. I know you want to be seen as a guy, and you are one. The best one I know. But deep in me," she paused a second, pulling away from you. "But... when I look at you, sometimes, I feel it. I feel the attraction that I feel for you is the one I have held for girls too. In my dreams, sometimes you blur the lines... I'm sorry. I'm disgusting! You shouldn't have to put up with someone like me!" she said, getting up too fast for you to hold her and heading toward her bedroom, closing the door and clicking in the lock.

You felt stunned. If you had heard that a month ago, it would have cut deep in you. But now... It was okay. You're a guy. Maybe not the most masculine guy, but still a guy. And Heidi loved you for who you were. Was it a sin for her to like girls and boys, and to like your feminine features as much as much your masculine ones? No.

You followed her to the bedroom door, you tried to open it, but it was locked. On the other side of the door you could hear Heidi sob. It pained you to not be able to comfort her and alleviate her pain. Why did you have to bring her parents all that past trauma?

"Heidi? Can you hear me?" you said at the door.

"Heidi? It's me. I heard what you said, and... I don't resent you. Not even a little bit." You spoke softly through the closed door, your voice filled with sincerity. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you for being bisexual, Heidi. You like who you like. It's that simple. And you like me. All of me. Right?"

Silence hung heavy on the other side of the door, punctuated only by her muffled sobs. You leaned your forehead against the cool wood, your heart aching for her.

"Heidi," you continued, your voice a little stronger now, "you've been there for me through so much. You've helped me accept parts of myself I was terrified of. You made me feel... seen. And loved. Do you really think I would judge you for who you are? Especially after everything you just told me about your parents?"

Still no response. You could practically feel her pain radiating through the door. You racked your brain, trying to find the right words, something that would cut through the wall of her resurfacing trauma.

"Heidi... remember that night in the gym?" you asked, your voice dropping to a near whisper. "When I was so scared about the hormones, about everything changing? You were the first one to know my score. You told me it was okay to be scared. You held my hand. You were just... there. You helped me feel like I wasn't alone." You paused, letting the memory hang in the air. "Heidi, you're not alone now either."

Another moment of silence stretched on, and you started to feel a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. Had you said the wrong thing?

Then, you heard a soft click. The sound of the lock turning echoed in the quiet apartment The door creaked open slowly, revealing Heidi standing just inside. Her face was blotchy and tear-stained, her eyes red and swollen. She looked small and vulnerable despite her 6-foot height, the usual confident spark in her eyes dimmed by pain.

She didn't say anything, just stood there, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and lingering doubt.

You didn't hesitate. You stepped forward and gently pulled her into your arms. She stiffened for a moment, then her arms wrapped around you, clinging tightly. She buried her face in your shoulder, and the dam finally broke again. The sobs that wracked her body were raw and heart-wrenching, a release of years of pain and internalized judgment.

You held her close, stroking her hair, whispering soothing words against her temple. "It's okay, Heidi. It's okay. I'm here. I love you. All of you." You repeated the words over and over, a comforting mantra against the storm of her emotions.

This hug felt different from the one in the rain. This was born out of shared vulnerability, a mutual understanding of what it felt like to be judged and rejected for who you are.

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A few weeks later, on Heidi's birthday, the sunlight filtered through Heidi's bedroom window casting a warm glow on her sleeping face. You leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead, her soft skin still carrying the faint scent of sleep and her floral shampoo. Her eyelids fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across her lips as she saw you.

"Happy birthday," you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

She stretched and yawned, reaching out to pull you closer for a lingering kiss. "Thanks, babe."

After a leisurely morning, you told her you had a surprise planned. You took the subway downtown to a charming little cafe you had discovered a few weeks prior. As you walked in, a chorus of "Happy Birthday!" erupted. Three of Heidi's friends were already seated at a large table, beaming at her. Her face lit up with genuine surprise and joy as she hugged each of them. The brunch was filled with laughter, stories, and heartfelt birthday wishes. You enjoyed watching Heidi surrounded by her friends, her usual vibrant energy shining through.

After a couple of hours of lively conversation and delicious food, you told Heidi you had another surprise in store. You thanked her friends for coming and then led Heidi out of the cafe. Instead of heading back to the subway station, you took her hand and started walking. The sun was already beginning its slow descent, casting long shadows across the city streets. You walked through the bustling downtown area, past shops and street performers, making your way towards the older part of town, the historic port.

The walk was pleasant, the air warm and filled with the sounds of the city. You chatted about the brunch, about her friends, about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. As you neared the old port, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew saltier, and the sounds of seagulls replaced the city's hustle and bustle. The sun was now painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and gold, a breathtaking backdrop to the waterfront.

You stopped in front of a charming Italian restaurant nestled right by the water's edge. It had outdoor seating on a small terrace overlooking the harbor, and through the large windows, you could see tables inside with equally stunning views.

"Surprise!" you said, gesturing towards the restaurant with a smile.

Heidi's eyes widened, her gaze taking in the picturesque setting. "Oh my god, Zach... this is beautiful."

You led her inside, where you had already made a reservation for a table with a perfect view of the sunset reflecting on the water. The restaurant was cozy and inviting, filled with the warm aroma of Italian spices and the soft murmur of conversation. As you were seated, the waiter offered you a wine list, and you ordered a bottle of her favorite red.

The light outside continued to soften, casting a romantic glow over the restaurant. You and Heidi talked and laughed over plates of delicious pasta and fresh seafood, the conversation flowing easily between you. The setting was perfect, the food was wonderful, and most importantly, you were spending this special evening with the person you loved. As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery colors, you reached across the table and took Heidi's hand, squeezing it gently.

Back at Heidi's apartment, the evening air felt charged with anticipation. You dimmed the lights, casting long, soft shadows across the room. A shared glance passed between you, a silent agreement to let the night unfold as it may. You headed to the shower together, the warm water a prelude to the intimacy you both craved.

Later, in the bedroom, a playful glint danced in your eyes. "Heidi," you began, your voice a low murmur, "how about we try something a little different?"

Heidi, already lying on the bed, looked up at you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and excitement. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"

You retrieved a soft scarf from her drawer. "How about we tie your wrists... just to the headboard?"

Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck. "You think so?"

"Only if you're comfortable," you reassured her, and a mischievous smile bloomed on her face.

"Oh, I think I can handle it," she purred, holding out her hands. You gently secured the scarf, allowing for some movement but enough to create a sense of playful restraint. Next, you produced a silky blindfold. "And this?" she asked, her voice a little breathy.

"Just for a little while," you promised, tying it gently behind her head. You quickly slipped into the frilly bra you had "borrowed from her a few days ago and a short pleated skirt, bought online you had hidden under the bed. Finally you rolled a small condom on your 4-inch cock (it had grown back a little since the double dosage) and let your long hair fall freely around your shoulders.

Returning to the bedside, you leaned over her, your presence a warm weight above her. You trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitched. You moved lower, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, your fingers gently tracing the curve of her inner thigh, just shy of her core.

Heidi shifted restlessly beneath you. "Zach... you're killing me," she whispered, her voice thick with impatience.

You chuckled softly and removed the blindfold. Her eyes fluttered open, pupils wide and dark, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes undressed you, up and down. She looked at your perky breast in the small bra she already knew was from her wardrobe and the little skirt that was a surprise to her. Her stare permeated lust, with a flick of doubt. "Is this okay with you?" she asked, her gaze flicking over your attire.

"Yeah, Heidi. I know I'm a guy... Maybe a guy that is sexy in his own way, but still a guy. I'm comfortable with this," you said confidently, playing with the strap of the bra, your skirt now visibly tented. "Do you like it?"

Her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my god, yes."

You straddled her hips, your skirt riding up your thighs, and gently began to bounce against her. "I really hoped to overload that stupid bisexual brain of yours," you teased, a playful smirk on your face.

Heidi's eyes narrowed playfully. "You're lucky I'm tied up, brat. Otherwise, I'd make a mess out of that pretty little ass of yours."

You giggled, leaning down to kiss her neck, slowly making your way down her body. You kissed her breast, lingering on a nipple that instantly hardened beneath your lips, then traced a path down her toned stomach to her pubic bone. You skipped her already wet vagina, instead focusing on her inner thigh, hovering just above the lace of her panties. You grazed her through the fabric with a teasing finger, and Heidi whimpered, her hips bucking slightly.

You slowly slid her panties down her legs, revealing her already swollen and glistening core. "Do you want me to... Lick it?" You asked, your voice low and husky.

"Zach... Please don't tease me like that. Yes I wanted it," she pleaded, her voice filled with need, but forgot the magic word. She bucked her hips again, trying to press herself against your hand.

"Please, Heidi," you whispered, your fingers hovering just out of reach.

"Please, please touch me, lick me," she finally begged, her voice desperate. "I'll be a good girl."

A satisfied smirk played on your lips as you finally obliged, your tongue finding her slick folds while your fingers danced in rhythm. She moaned loudly, her body arching off the bed. Your own erection throbbed with increasing intensity. When she cried out that she was about to come, you flipped your skirt up, revealing your condom-covered erection. You positioned yourself between her legs and entered her in missionary, thrusting for only a few glorious seconds before you both cried out, your bodies convulsing in simultaneous release.

In the afterglow, Heidi, her breathing still ragged, asked you to untie her. Once freed, she aggressively flipped you onto your back, her lips crashing onto yours in a deep, hungry kiss. She trailed kisses down your chest, her hand reaching down to grasp your still-covered erection. She slid the condom off and took you fully into her mouth, her tongue working its magic.

"It might take me a little longer this time," you groaned, your body faintly responding to her expert ministrations.

"I know a way to fast forward this..." Heidi looked up at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Can I get something else for my birthday?" she asked, circling a finger around your backside.

You gulped, your heart pounding. You hesitated, but you wanted to be hers. You wanted to give yourself whole to her, and this was part of it too: "Yeah... yeah, you can."

She licked you teasingly just below your waist, making you gasp. It was the first time someone touched you there. She then licked her finger and slowly, deliberately inserted it into your eager hole. Inside, she found the spot that made your breath catch, your cock instantly hardening again. Each slow, deliberate push sent waves of pleasure through you.

You breathed hard, having a hard time believing how good this had felt and how quick it had brought back your cock to life. Her finger left your hole, leaving an empty and wanting feeling. She looked into your hazy eyes. She had fire, passion in her eyes. A predatory stare.

"There's a position I always wanted to try," she said, pushing your legs up and wider, her hands finding purchase on your thighs. The position exposed your butthole, a vulnerable offering, but her focus was elsewhere. She grabbed your still-hard cock, guiding it, aligning its tip with her slick entrance. It looked like a missionary position, but she was on top, her knees straddling the back of your thighs, facing you (the amazon position for those who want to know).

A low growl rumbled in her chest as she braced her hands on your ankles, her gaze locked with yours. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she thrust her hips forward, taking your cock deep inside her. You gasped, the sensation intense and all-encompassing. Her tightness gripped you firmly, and the friction was immediate and electrifying.

"Oh, fuck, Heidi," you groaned, your hands instinctively reaching up to grip her waist, guiding her movements.

She started to move, her hips grinding against yours, her pace picking up. Her perky breasts bounced with each thrust. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, a small moan escaping her with each downward slide.

"Does that feel good, baby?" she purred, her voice husky with desire.

"Good? Heidi, it feels incredible," you managed to say, your own breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She leaned down, her lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she continued to ride you. The intensity built rapidly, the friction becoming almost unbearable in its pleasure.

"Heidi, wait," you gasped, your body tensing. "I'm gonna... I don't have a condom on..."

She pulled back slightly from the kiss, her eyes blazing with a wild, untamed fire. "I don't care, Zach. I'm there... I'm not.. Umhh! I'm not stopping!"

Her response sent a shiver down your spine. She resumed her frantic pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. You could feel your release building, the pressure mounting with each powerful thrust. You cried out, your orgasm ripping through you in a series of intense pulses as Heidi's own cries joined yours, her body clenching around you, her own climax mirroring yours in its intensity. You both hung there for a moment, breathless and sated, the only sound the rapid beating of your hearts.

After a second, her hips departed yours, a trail of cum oozing out of her. Your eyes widened at the sight. She saw your panic. "Sorry, babe, I got a bit taken away... But it's supposed to be a safe day today" she said, apologetically.

You sighed with relief. "Few... But I guess I won't dress like that on the dangerous days then"

She had puppy eyes again. She looked like a reprimanded dog. "It's okay, don't worry about it" you comforted her. "Come here" you said, patting on your chest, inviting hers to lay on you. Her smile came back, and snuggled up to you. Her head on your chest, you played with her curly blonde hair.

"So did you like your birthday?" You asked.

Heidi snuggled closer, her head fitting perfectly in the curve of your shoulder. A soft smile played on her lips. "Did I like my birthday?" she echoed, her voice warm and content. "Zach, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you." She looked up at you, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you, you know that?"

A wave of warmth spread through your chest. "I love you too, Heidi. More than you know." You gently stroked her hair, the familiar curls soft beneath your fingers. The room was quiet, filled only with the gentle rhythm of your breathing and the distant sounds of the city settling down for the night. A comfortable silence enveloped you both, a silence that spoke volumes about the love and connection you shared.

Heidi sighed contentedly, her eyelids growing heavy. "Goodnight, my amazing, wonderful boyfriend," she murmured, her voice already thick with sleep.

"Goodnight, my beautiful Heidi," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. Soon, her breathing deepened, and you knew she had drifted off to sleep, safe and loved in your arms. You closed your own eyes, a feeling of deep contentment washing over you as you drifted off to sleep beside her.

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Author's note

That's the end of this story. I hope you liked it. I guess if there's any kind of message in this story is that we're probably not exactly like we would want to be, but if possible, we have to learn to accept ourselves for what we are. I hope you all meet your own Heidi, or Zach for that matters. Thanks for reading, and see you in another story!