A Fisherman's Daughter Pt. 01

A fisherman's Daughter Part one.

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Author's Notes:

This is my story nobody is to copy, sample or otherwise publish this story or any other of my stories on this site without my express written permission. A huge thank you to Leon Brian le Roux for story ideas and editing. It's coherent now and I hope you enjoy it.

The story involves infidelity, cross dressing, transgender relationships.

I have quite a story to tell. As I write this, I'm thirty-seven years old, my name is Kristy Marie Eriksen. I am a single transwoman, with a partner. A nice strong man.

His first wife left him twelve years ago. A bit of a back story on me, no let me tell you about Hans first. He immigrated from Norway in 1985, with his father Hans Sr. who was a long line commercial fisherman who thought pursuing American citizenship, would help him finance, and add to his fleet of fishing boats.

Hans was ten when his family arrived in Seattle, 1990. His family was sponsored by several families, cousins of Hans's father from Kristiansand in Agder County. He went to Ballard High School. Go Beavers!

My family like so many immigrated, according to the family bible in 1912 from Norway. Norway was part of Sweden then, and my great grandparents were young and had a boy, my grandfather. They were unable to get land, and lived under the roof of his parents. They first settled in Minnesota, for five years, then found Ballard and its stunning views of Puget Sound and the majestic views of both the Olympic Mountains, and the Cascade Range, with Mt. Rainier looming over the city at more than fourteen thousand feet.

They moved out, she was pregnant and they started attending Bethany Lutheran Church, which met in family's homes and finally the building they're still at on Northwest 65th street. Then they changed the name to Ballard First Lutheran.

I am barely five feet tall. I loved wearing open toed pumps, red ones for Hans, he said it got his blood boiling for sure. I have always had platinum blonde hair, and icy blue eyes. I was seven years younger than my next oldest brother Erik, and then Anders, who was eleven years older than me.

Mama would dress me in her clothes, and put makeup on me when I was two, and kept on until I was seven. I would strut around in her high heels, pretending to be her. Even as I grew up, that never left me.

Wanting to be her. I would look at Nordstrom catalogues with her all through middle school and even high school. She was so tall and voluptuous and I was neither. She said I had a model's body, and that I was stunningly beautiful.

I played little league baseball and was pretty good, but I stopped growing, stuck at five feet. Medical tests, the whole DNA thing, and then it was out in the open. At least to me.

Mom had an affair and well I was a boy. I went by Christian then. I hated gym class. In addition to being five feet tall, I had a small dick. Really small.

Gym class was humiliating, the guys called me teeny wiener. Standing on my tiptoes to pee was a mess about to happen, so I used the stalls. Bullying, is too narrow a word to describe a day at school. Some guy, randomly would haul off and whack me, I would eat my lunch, bologna sandwich, carrot sticks and some nuts in a bathroom stall, then go sit in an empty classroom. I quit going to the lunchroom because the cheerleaders would go "Yay Teeny Wiener, Go Beavers," then the whole room would erupt, even the lunch ladies.

I told mom I wanted to be a woman, and that I had felt that my entire life.

Dad never let on that I wasn't his, at least to me, and when I turned eighteen I went into hormonal replacement therapy and the whole process, lots of surgeries. They found a clinic and hospital in Mexico, Guadalajara, Innovare Hospital.

Here are the surgeries I had done:

1. Hairline advancement, which means lowering the hairline.

2. Forehead remodeling, which gave me a rounder feminine forehead.

3. Eyebrow lift, which made my forehead look smaller.

4. Rhinoplasty got rid of the large bump in my nose, contouring the shape of my nose.

5. Slight cheek augmentation with implants.

6. My upper lip was lifted, which gave me a bit of a pout.

7. My chin was altered quite a bit, contoured again, making it softer, rounder and feminine.

8. My jaw was contoured, reducing the sharp prominence.

9. My Adam's Apple disappeared by tracheal shaving.

10. I got textured silicone implants for my new women's breasts, large C-Cup, small D-Cup.

11. I came away with a big, glorious booty, a combination of silicone implants and liposuction from my thighs. Which left me with a thigh gap.

12. I wanted to stay pre-op, keeping my dick, but I wanted more of a dick. I had started looking at the dating app, Grindr, about meeting someone, I could accept dick pics. Nobody would want me with my teenie wiener. So I got a bigger dick, perfect size, seven inches and pretty thick.

The recovery, and gaps between the surgery and recovery time, took about fifteen months.

I drove through the border crossing from Juarez to El Paso, Texas. I bought a 2007 Isuzu Ascender, with a Chevrolet fuel injected 4.2 Liter V-6 (256 Cubic inches). The engine was brand new, and it had a five speed manual transmission from an older Trooper, with auto locking hubs; a 4x4 SUV. It was so fun to drive.

When I made it home, I was twenty-one, the drive was fun. I went a little wild on the drive home. I hooked up using Grindr with two guys in Farmington, New Mexico, breakfast with a rough old cowboy. I could barely walk when he was done with me.

I had watched YouTube tutorials on blow jobs, and I was surprised when he face fucked me. He taught me how to lay on my back and hang my head off the edge of my bed, and just like that his lovely dick was in my throat, telling me to swallow and blew into my tummy, so much cum. We showered, then mid-morning Pizza. Then he took my cunt, he said trans girls called their ass their cunt, and I've never felt so much pain, then again, I've never had so much unbelievable pleasure the first time, as he drained my balls with his dick working my prostate, making me shoot ribbons of jizz onto the mattress.

He wasn't done. He fucked me for a long time. I started thinking to myself, he's got to have taken Viagra. I kept having rolling analgasms and finally just laid there as he pummeled my cunt, whimpering in joy, my arms and legs flopping around of their own accord.

It was like I was floating above the bed, Jesus what a man, I thought. Then he filled my insides up with his ejaculate, which was so incredible. He had collapsed on me, his huge dick still in me. It was as if through my cunt, I owned his pleasure. I was finally getting a glimpse about what it was like to be a submissive woman, with some extra parts.

On to Grand Junction, Colorado. I stopped at a convenience store to get gas. I was wearing a sky blue sleeveless tee shirt, with a pride rainbow and some yoga pants, and some dark blue open toed pumps. I was totally untucked with an obvious bulge. I asked for the key to the lady's room from the teenager at the counter.

He was thin, with red hair and green eyes. He stared at me and I looked back at him, he blushed like his face was on fire.

He blurts out, "I'm queer, and I snuck into Judy's Place on my birthday."

I bit my lip. Oh stop it, I was talking to my dick in my head, he is a cutie pie.

"How old are you baby boy?" then his face got even redder.

He stared at me without responding at first, and then blurted, "there's two glory holes in town, one at a video store and the other at a truck stop, on the other side of town. Lots of cross dress girls get paid to fuck the truck drivers, or just suck them off. I love to suck dicks."

My dick was so hard right now, peeing would certainly be difficult now. I repeated my question, "Honey how old are you?"

He stared at me and I continued, "Show me your driver's license," Stevie Keller it read.

He had one of those wallets on a chain, hooked up to his belt loop and he fumbled for it, that's when I noticed he had a trouser snake that was very long. Oh my.

He was waving his wallet in my face, and I was so constantly dick drunk, I was thinking, do they have lube, maybe margarine? Fuck me.

"Here!" He said.

He was nineteen, sweet fucking Jesus.

"Umm," I said, "so if I let you suck my dick, how do we keep customers from, you know, staying away long enough, for you to suck me off? Oh, pretty boy, have you ever fucked a TGurl?"

He said, "I lock the front door and put this sign out, saying cleaning rest rooms will reopen in two hours. I've never fucked anyone; I love being fucked or even spit roasted. I'm a total bottom."

"Okay, I'm a bottom too and I can switch for you. Okay? On one condition."

"What's that?" He asked."

"You have this very, big dick, very big. If I fuck you. You must fuck me, a lot. Deal?"

He nodded his assent.

His mouth, and big red lips and tongue were magical, his face was quickly buried in my landing strip, and his tongue was licking my nut sack.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, "I'm coming," he pulled my ass, pushing my dick deeper into his throat as I totally emptied my nuts into his tummy.

He didn't stop, just slowed down and lovingly sucked me hard again. He pulled his pants off and then with a jar of Vaseline, slathered up my dick and asked me to lie on my back as my dick pointed straight up.

He carefully impaled himself on my dick, I was enthralled. It felt so incredible to be inside him for one thing, and the second thing was this wondrously long and thick, pink, fuck stick. I might have to spend a week or so here, once he learns how to fuck me.

He really loved to be fucked though, mewling, and generally babbling as his bony ass dropped on my thighs. So inspired, I said, "pinch your nipples pretty girl, pinch them hard baby girl."

He did, and moaning loudly, long streams of his jizz headed right to my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His aim was good and my mouth was full, then overflowing, he tasted so sweet, I swallowed. Doing that caused my face to be painted which caused me to cum in his cunt.

I didn't dare open my eyes. My face felt like I'd been glazed in a donut machine I patted my forehead and my hairline, cum was in my hair. I was still hard in his cunt, but he leaned forward and I slid out of his cunt.

I felt his tongue licking my face clean, which was so fucking hot. I couldn't stand it. I said, "Baby I need you so bad it hurts. You promised to fuck me. Please I'm begging you. Help me turn around, I love doggy, please darling take me."

He gently turned me over. My arms just collapsed, and my face was on the cold tile floor. The cowboy was big, but this was other worldly big and thick and it stretched my cunt, and hurt like I was a virgin again. Inch by inch of thick dick meat hurt me and he stopped and backed out a bit, then back in and he was sawing in and out against my p-spot. He had big hands, and reached around with both hands and pulled on my nipples, really hard.

I said, "You're the best girl, fuck me, fuck me fuuuuucccck meeee as I had an incredible analgasm, as some cum dribbled out the end of my clit, having just unloaded in his cunt.

His balls having been drained recently, he fucked me until I passed out. For a bit, it was like I was floating apart or above, watching him destroy me. I absently wondered if I could fall in love. Then I was out.

He freaked and got a big gulp cup, and filled it with water and doused me.

"You better go, I'll get in trouble, hurry please, come on."

I wasn't sure I could move. I tried to move, but my legs gave out, my heels gave me no traction. My yoga pants were still around my ankles, my cunt hurt like hell from the inside out. Maybe it was like a woman having her monthly. I looked up at him, and he looked scared.

"Jesus, help me up, I need you. Please."

He scampered around and took my hands and pulled me up. My legs felt like Jello. He touched my dick.

"Can I clean you up, please?"

I said, "When was the last time you had an enema? I need one badly. I have a kit in my bags and I need one badly. Baby girl you fucked me stupid. Do you dress?"

"What do you mean dress?" He asked, he was surely a sissy, and maybe he wanted to go through HRT and surgery.

"Do you wear your mama's clothes, and put on her make up?" I asked.

He blushed again and looked at the floor.

"Stevie don't feel ashamed, you're already stunningly gorgeous, you could be a popular sissy or if you want, or do what I did, and go through HRT and you'll get huge titties, butt implants, some surgery on your face. You have incredible legs; you could be a Vegas chorus girl. I'd stay pre-op if I were you. Straight men have kinks and would marry you, just so you use that trouser snake, and turn them into your bitch. Then walk around in public like you're a straight couple, hubby and wife, be a step mother."

He responded, "I have three older sisters, my dad died, he was a sheriff in a domestic dispute, my mom was an escort, she moved to Lake Tahoe. I guess she still is. My sisters dress me in mom's clothes. They make me up and sell me for two hundred dollars an hour, four hundred and fifty, for two or three men."

"Do you want to be a whore? Or would you like to be someone's wife?"

"Of course I want to be somebody's woman," he said with surprising intensity.

"Do you have any aunties?"

"Vancouver, British Columbia." He said.

"Tell you what, I can barely move, I need some Midol, you destroyed my cunt and it hurts. Bring me to a motel in my car, can you get someone to take over?"

"Yes, I'll call the owner and tell him I'm sick." He said.

Please find a drug store and buy me some Midol for my cunt. He took my SUV, drove us to a CVS pharmacy, giving her three 20s I said. "To pay for Midol."

The Ramada Motel was on the edge of town, we got a room with two queen size beds. I took six of the Midol pills, and drank four bourbon mini bottles. We took a shower together with my enema kit. I unscrewed the shower head and hooked up the clear stream portable kit. "Come here Stevie girl," I inserted the ribbed nozzle into his cunt and turned on the water.

I watched his tummy distend and held my hand over it.

"Too much, ow it hurts." He said

I said, "You're okay, little more," he was whimpering.

I guided him over the large drain and said, "Bend over the drain and hold your nose."

So furiously I screwed the shower head back on, as shit and cum and filthy water poured out of his cunt, and I held my nose while hosing everything to the drain.

Three times I had some Chanel Douche for both of us.

I repeated the process on me.

He said, "I feel better now, I love how I smell."

I gave him my phone, and said, "Call your Auntie," I pointed at my phone.

It was his aunt Katherine.

He cried and cried. He said, "I'm a ho now, they put me out for businessmen. I want to be a woman and have kids, I'll adopt, I'm pretty. Please help me, I will not make it here much longer. Kristi Ericksen, yes this is her phone. She's a transwoman, her family is in Seattle," she held the phone to her chest, and whispered, "Can you get me to the border," I nodded yes.

He continued, "Yes she'll drive me there."

I gestured for Stevie to give me the phone back, he did, "Miss Katherine, my name is Kristi. I come from a good family, it will take us a day and a half to get there."

"I want to find a good man and marry him. Yes. It's all I've ever dreamed about, wife and a mom. I giggled, yes I'm sure there will be some frogs to kiss. Yes. Call whenever you want, you have my number."

It was an uneventful journey.

I was living at home and I went to a community college, Seattle Central. Took classes on culinary arts and got a job as a prep cook in a steak house, mis-on-place for the line chefs, pastry chefs, saucier and as needed by the executive chef. I was really good with knives, read fast.

My first job in a really big place was in a Chi-Chi place, owned by a Beard Award winning Chef, chef Renee Jensen, called the Seal and Mechanic. It was in a dilapidated building, in Old Ballard with high ceilings, surely the absence of intimacy shrieked it's the food. Fresh fish, shelled and finned both. Scale the finned, steak out, or filet. Halibut, salmon, albacore, oysters and fresh sardines, would be a typical spring menu. It would change radically, with the arrival of sockeye salmon, or a single fifty-pound White King salmon, texts would go out and there would be people lined up around the block. No reservations, late in the evening, chefs would show up from other places and eat at a table in the kitchen. Culinary grads would show up and stage during the dinner shift, and get fucked with and harassed and they sank or swam. It was brutal.

The owner was cruel, sucked face to return customers, I was a mouse and just soaking things in, and I was faster but almost never did anyone throw away my mistakes. She had not said shit to me for over two years. In fact, she'd never said anything to me.

She asked me to stay late and eat with the chefs. This was exciting, at least maybe a promotion maybe? It had been brutal for a month when I started, then crickets. Not one criticism, random compliments from late night visiting chefs about my flashing blades, and perfect prep work.

It was a Thursday night, I was going to show up late with a few tranny friends to the Cuff Complex, because they were having a slut jamboree. I was wearing, or planning on wearing a thong, six inch red stilettoes, a postage stamp bikini top with a collar and double hoop earrings, lots of sucking dicks, but not tonight.

The shift was good, big run on Hama Hama oysters. Which was not good, but I shucked faster than anyone. Some idiot had allowed a ten-person group in with tables strung together, to be a ten-top. They went oyster nuts, the bitch was not in the house, plus some newbie fresh from the Culinary Institute of America, from Napa Valley. The bitch had not been in the house when they sat them, but there were some raised eyebrows when she walked through the house, and then some screaming at the expediter, who'd been interim maître d for a night. Definitely not a Cinderella moment for her.

The late meal was oyster stew with baguettes, charred leeks, broccoli stalks with sliced pears in a lemon vinaigrette, then black cod sautéed in brown butter, and grilled fresh herring. Dessert was semolina cake soaked in honey and lemon juice.

Also three bottles of Danish aquavit that went amazingly with the meal. I wanted to share the dialog with mom and dad, so I turned on my phone to record.

Cigars were out, some cigarettes, some edible gummies were passed around. I said no, something felt off.

She said, "Great job with the oysters Carly!"

I know she meant me, but I didn't react.

She leaned into the table in a softer voice and said, "Did you hear me Carly?"

Matching her, I leaned in and very softly said, "My name is Kristi."

This was a test, and I didn't get good vibes as I saw heads look down, as if not wanting to see the blood bath.

Instead she babbled on, asking what my plans for the night had been.

"Well, I said, "I was going to a club with some of my friends."

She smirked at me and said, "So Remy is going clubbing, "laughing at me.

I said, "I love 'Ratatouille,' better a rat than a pig, men and women dance with me, rather than role around in mud, covered in their own shit," look at me standing up to a bully.

A huge sneer with a curled lip took over her face, "So you're a lesbian, bi sexual or what," cackling now.

I stood up, untying my apron from behind, causing my old Stone's tee shirt to stretch across my tits presented in my half cup bra. The apron fell to the floor, my phone clunking on the floor being in one of the apron folds. I reached down inside my yoga pants to untuck my dick, now bulging in its flaccid thickness.

I said, "I'm a pre-op trans woman. I have a dick. I'm a bottom. Being a submissive trans woman means lots of gay and some straight men love to fuck my cunt.

Transwomen call their asshole a cunt. You'd be amazed how men of all sorts, want me to suck their dicks after the first time. Transwomen, love to fuck me too. One of my dearest friends was to meet us there, Stevie, you talk about hung, my goodness.

I'm a heading out. Gotta get my knives. Gonna be fucking hung over in the morning when I meet my lawyer. She is a cis-woman and a fucking shark, bullying a tranny is not a good thing in Seattle," I reached down and picked up my phone and held it in my left hand.

I turned and walked through the kitchen to my station, and was wrapping up my knives when she stood next to me. I looked at her while reaching into purse and pulled out my lipstick, and touched up my lips looking at her.

"The young woman that staged tonight is going to replace you, the dinner was going to thank you for your work, and there were a couple of the chefs who were at the table who are interested in you."

I said, "I'll keep that in mind, but I seriously doubt I'd ever work with somebody, that would sit through you bullying me, and not raise their voice. You know," I continued, "CIA girl had to be taken off her stage, so fucking slow and she freaked. You're a fucking celebrity now, you don't know what's going on in your own kitchen, and everyone is afraid you'll shit all over them if they tell you. Lastly I'm a suck my new boss's dick tonight, bitch."

I walked out of the kitchen and out the front door, leaving it unlocked and got into my new Isuzu. I grabbed my dick and re-tucked it. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and put the bikini top on. I put the huge, hooped earrings in both ears, then put on my collar.

Gently I pulled my tee shirt over my self again. I fished the charcoal colored thigh high stockings up on both legs, my six inch open toed red pumps laid there on the seat. It was the "Slut Jamboree" at the Cuff Complex, Seattle's top tranny bar, and I was going to be the princess of the ball!

I did blow my new boss Pat McGee at his table, while Stevie destroyed my cunt draining my balls to cheers as people watched, protecting us from the eyes of the bouncers. Pat and I snowballed his jizz. Just as Stevie nutted in me, we both swallowed. Pat was married with kids, but he and his wife played and he and I had hooked up several times. I was twenty-five.

Time passes for all of us, Stevie married and moved here to Seattle, an older, very tall black man, who'd played for the Golden State Warriors.

I had a small home on the same block as mom and dad lived on, out of fore closure at the end of the great recession. I started going to Ballard First Lutheran with mom and dad that year. I had a very long talk with Pastor Elise Scott, who was married and a mom with little kids. Lutherans don't have confessions, but I entered into a long term dialog/pastoral guidance with her. She was married with three kids and a great husband,

My very active slut life had found me in many beds, and the recipient of several gifts that keep on giving, chlamydia twice and syphilis twice, inadvertently I'd dodged HIV.

She said I seemed to be self-destructive, almost suicidal.

That day, I bent my head and wept uncontrollably. She patted me on the back until I subsided, and she handed me several tissues.

"I can remember being bathed by mom. She bathed me until I was eleven. I have an eidetic memory and can remember flashes of her fighting with my dad, her mom and my dad's mom, she had an affair with some fisherman while my dad was in Alaska, and had me, she had red hair as did my dad, I've got platinum hair, they're tall, I'm tiny, my biological father must have blond hair, and be small. She won't tell me; dad has been the best dad ever."

"I knew I was supposed to be a woman; in my heart I knew."

She said, "I remember you in high school, it was horrific."

"I ate my lunch in the restroom stalls after that. Then I went to Guadalajara for HRT and surgery. Surgeries, lots of them."

She said, "What do you want more than anything?"

"I've always wanted to be a wife and mom, kids you know. Someone that loved me and was a good father. I'm pretty sure that's passed me by."

She said, "No man will marry a whore. You need to stop that life, come to church, pray and trust in the Lord our God."

Just then my phone buzzed with a text.

I hugged her and we agreed to meet the following Wednesday.

I walked to my Isuzu and got in, it was a dick pic of Stevie and her husband. She was jerking him and herself off, nine black inches of him and her twelve inches.

I deleted it and started to cry again and prayed. I drove home and poured myself some milk, then microwaved a turkey pot pie, put it in a bowl with some frozen peas mixed in. I watched this old movie on YouTube, Morning Glory Harrison Ford and Rachel McAdams, Jeff Goldblum. It was so funny, he was an, old award winning journalist. A gruff old guy reduced to being on this morning show, reading the news and then he fell in love with the Rachel McAdams character, at the end she dumps him and goes for the big time job. I wept.

Then I watched the Coen Bros Burn After Reading, George Clooney, John Malkovich, Frances McDormand. George Clooney was a total hunk, kind of empathized with the Malkovich character, maybe my favorite actor ever. I put the play on slow, when George Clooney was on screen. The character was an idiot, a womanizing dip shit, but I watched this section over and over again, edging myself as I jerked off. I paused it and ran to my bedroom, and got my largest vibrating butt plug, lubed my cunt with some olive oil and re-started movie, my hand covered with olive oil working my dick until the vibe made my balls tingle and my balls were drained, just like that. Clean-up on aisle jizz on my tummy and chest.

I was working at Chinooks as the head line chef, the restaurant was part of a chain now, and Pat was listed as the executive chef, he was never there, so I functioned as executive chef, ordering food, dealing with vendors, hiring and firing, front of house and back of the house.

We had a twelve top in in a private room. I was told fresh was all that mattered, cost no object, just keep it coming.

Apps were ten Dungeness crab cakes, ten orders of Penn Cove mussels with wine, butter and shallots, twelve oyster stews with cream butter and thyme.

Dinners were twelve orders of ling cod, fried in tempura batter, twelve orders pan fried Willapa bay oysters from Raymond, Washington, twelve orders of Wild Gulf of Alaska scallops, seared in brown butter. Finally, twelve orders of Copper River Sockeye salmon, alder plank semi cold smoked.

Sides were fresh asparagus in butter, and smashed Yukon Gold potatoes with roasted garlic, butter cream and fresh parsley.

Dessert was apple-blueberry crumble, with vanilla ice cream. Black coffee and lots of aquavit, bottles.

The bill came to thirty-five hundred dollars. Tip left was one thousand dollars.

The expediter called to me to go to the room. I was wearing a tee shirt, with a Taj Mahal pic of the black blues singer on the front, board shorts with no fly, black thigh highs and chef clogs oh, and too much red lip stick. I had a really long top ponytail.

Recently I'd been told I had sort of a feral look, mostly my eyes I guessed. I had not been fucked in months, I desperately needed a man in so many ways.

That was when I first saw Hans. He was five foot nine, bleached white hair, and raw red skin. Just a hard man, I watched him gesticulating, telling a story, men and women were roaring, the joke was half Norwegian, half English, just like Daddy talked.

Thank God I was tucked. Or maybe not, it felt like my balls needed more room, my dick was throbbing and my panties were wet from my dick's pre-cum.

I was standing on the periphery of the table. He looked at me and said, "Can I help you?

I said, "du ringte etter meg," in English you called for me.

The table was stone quiet, as the wives and girlfriends looked back and forth between us, smiling at the exchange.

"Jag er Hans," he said softly.

Even more quietly, "Jag er Kristy"

He slowly walked about halfway to me and said in English, "Nice T-shirt."

I responded, "He can sing his ass off." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills, one hundred dollar bills. He peeled off one hundred bills and held them in his left hand, pushing the rest back into his pocket and closed the distance to me, he leaned into me and kissed me. I opened my mouth to him, his tongue dancing with mine, I started moaning, and he thrust his leg between my thighs, right against my throbbing dick needing her freedom. He stopped and pulled back looking me in the eye, raised an eyebrow, I nodded, he smiled, we then ate each other's mouth for a bit.

Someone laughingly said, "Get a room!"

We stopped kissing and I said, "I have a house just off twenty fourth on seventy fifth NW."

"What's your last name Kristy?"

"Ericksen."

He smiled and said, "Are you related to Sven Eriksen?"

I felt a chill immediately when he asked that, so I just nodded yes, staring into his eyes.

"What relationship are you to him?"

"He is my daddy."

"Your mother went out with my brother Thor, for a while."

I was pretty fearless at this point, so I stepped closer and said, "Where's Thor these days?"

"He lives out towards Richmond Beach, he had a processor ship, that would buy hake and pollock and turn it into that fake crab stuff, it's called surimi, then they sell it to Russia, Japan and Taiwan at sea. He did ten trips and made millions of dollars and sold it five years ago."

"Would you like to meet him?" He asked me with sincerity, and concern on his face.

"I've always wanted to meet my biological dad, Uncle Hans. Is he still fucking my mom, cuckolding my dad?"

"Yes he is. She stayed because of you. Your dad knows."

"Oh, so you're telling me he's a sick perv now who gets off on that bullshit?"

He said, "I'm sorry you found out like this, but know your dad is a good man, your brothers are too. The marriage has been over since he found out, but he loves you and is a good man."

"My brothers hate me, they tell me I caused all of this drama and shit."

I looked at the money in my hand, it was a six thousand eight-hundred-dollar tip. I looked at him and said, "I have to process this. Thanks for the candor and I appreciate you telling me."

I turned around, left the room and ran the bill through the cash register, which would allocate the tips, I signed the receipt, and put the cash with the receipt attached with a paper clip to it, below the cash drawer. I went back to my office, it was a twelve by fifteen, there was a laundry basket and I put the apron in the basket. Then I emailed my boss Pat, and said I needed the rest of the week off due to a family emergency, and would be back on Tuesday the next week.

I looked at my phone and it was almost ten. The kitchen would be immaculate and I didn't need to see to that, they were all good.

I called my mom and she picked up immediately.

"Hey, I met somebody tonight, and I'm pretty excited. Yep he's a serious hunk. Can I come over for just a bit, cup a coffee maybe?"

She said that was fine, I still had my Isuzu Ascender and was on fifteenth West, headed North across the Ballard Bridge. I turned left on Market street, and headed west, then turned North on twenty fourth Northwest. Then right on Seventy fifth, passing my house because my parent's home was at the end of the block, on the South side of the street.

I had a key so I let myself in and could smell the coffee, she had made some lefsa as well. Her's always had slices of apple, rolled in cinnamon and sugar.

I locked the door and walked to the kitchen of the home I'd grown up in and saw the pictures on the wall of daddy and my brothers, none of me since I was a boy then.

There was one in a small frame on the fireplace mantle, from last Christmas.

I walked into the kitchen, and there was mom pouring some coffee into two battered mugs, from one of Daddy's boats. There were two boats here, and one in Homer, Alaska.

We sat down across the old, scarred kitchen table and her lefsa tasted incredible. I had not eaten during the shift, so this was good.

"I met this guy, who was in a private room, he was throwing a celebration for his crew and their partners. It went well, we had a regular shift happening too and everything came together. Thirty-two-hundred-dollar bill plus a sixty-eight-hundred-dollar tip."

Mom sat in silence, listening.

"We hit it off, he's a fisherman, Bering Sea I think, judging by what they were talking about. We got to talking afterward, we kissed and hugged, and he knew I was trans, he was fine with it. He's honest and real."

Still no word from mom.

"Do you know why I'm so fucking short, mom?"

She looked startled and shook her head no.

I said, "My biological dad, must have been pretty fucking short too. It stands to reason right?"

She was just staring at me now a look of horror on her face.

"Remember?" I asked, "when I was a boy in high school and the cheer leaders made up a cheer for me, 'Yay teeny wiener, Go Beavers.' Did I tell you that I had my lunch in the boy's room stalls after that, and guys beat the shit out of me, just because they could and bullied me?"

"So it turns out, the guy I met is the brother of your lover, Hans Hjelle, he says you're sill fucking his brother."

"So where's Daddy?

"He's down on his boat."

"I love daddy, but I'm not sure he loves me, who would. My brothers absolutely hate me. I have not talked to them since they left. They blame me because you're a slut."

I got up and went to get some more coffee. There was a big envelope sitting on the counter addressed to my mom. It was unsealed.

I pulled out the papers inside, and scanned them. It said that in the matter of the dissolution of the marriage of Sven Ericksen, and Helen Ericksen, the divorce was granted.

"You didn't tell me. Do Tom and SJ (Sven Jr.) know?"

She said, "Yes they've known since the beginning."

I shook my head, poured my coffee out in the sink, rinsed out the mug, and set it there. I turned, and walked out toward the front door.

She ran after me and screamed for me to stop. I did, turned around and faced her.

"I am sorry, she said."

I said, "Why are you saying that to me. Were you just going to sell the house and disappear to Richmond Beach, and live with your lover and hope that I'd disappear? You obviously care for, and love my brothers more than me. You're obviously embarrassed about the little oops freak, you made. Well don't worry, you're dead to me."

I took the key to her house, off my key ring.

"Give me the key back to my house, now."

She went back to the kitchen and returned with a key.

"Tell my half brothers that they're dead to me. You are a fucking narcissistic monster, who destroyed this family. You made me the piñata for everyone's anger. Listen up buttercup, I will fuck you up, if you ever come anywhere near me. I am listing my house or renting it, but I'm looking to leave here. Too many bad, bad vibes here. I am not going to waste a minute with you renting space in my head, just go away quietly."

I was still hungry, famished actually. There was a Taco Bell on fifteenth, so I drove there in fifteen minutes. I went in and ordered for three day's worth of meals. Taco Bell, I know.

I ordered two chicken soft tacos, one spicy potato soft taco, two ten-piece chicken nuggets and two chicken quesadillas. Then I drove home and parked in the alley behind the house. I got inside and had the potato soft taco, one chicken quesadilla, and one of the chicken nuggets. Everything went in the fridge, I traded for some milk and Cholula hot sauce. Bolting the front door and the back door, I dropped all the blinds. Then started reading some true crime stuff on a tablet. I wanted to wall off a bunch of this shit, and leave it behind.

I texted Pastor Elise Scott leaving a brief message, 'Thanks for telling me about my parent's divorce. With friends like you, who needs enemies, Judas.' Then I blocked her.

I ate slowly and read, cleansing my head a bit, and the food was actually very good.

I listened to YouTube documentaries about World War II, and fell asleep maybe about three in the morning.

It was nice when I woke up. I put on some sweats from high school days, kind of ratty, and a T-shirt with the picture of the super group Cream, especially showing Ginger Baker, pounding his drum kit. I put my phone in the pocket of the T-shirt, went out the backway and drove down the alley emerging onto twenty third Northwest, and turned right and slowly drove past the intersection, both my half-brothers were standing on the parking strip, in front of mom's place. I stopped and touched my horn.

They turned, and I flipped them off with both of my hands and screamed, fuck off. It had been fifteen years since I'd seen them. First time since I was a trans woman.

I pulled up my T-shirt, barring my tits in a half cup bra. I flipped them off again.

I had some old Reebok runners that I was wearing, I had a high arch, which the little bit of extra soft material on top and the thick soles, made running so much better. I drove east down Market street, which then curves up the hill at third Northwest up Phinney Ridge, then down the other side and underneath Aurora Avenue, and down the hill towards lower Woodland park.

I turned left onto Green Lake way, and wound my way around the lake into the fun little business district, past Spuds Fish & Chips, then turned left at the five way stop and left at the first stop and left again into the parking lot and parked next to an older Ford pickup. There was a guy sitting in the cab.

I put my key in my shirt pocket and opened my door, got out of the Isuzu, and stood up and closed the door. I stretched pulling my runner up to my ass, first one leg, then the other.

I heard this deep voice say, "Hey," so I turned and looked into the cab, I watched this guy stroking his dick with a sly smile on his face.

The old door lock was up, so I climbed in and gave him a noisy, sloppy, so wet blow job, my nose buried in his pubic hair then back up, my lipstick covered lips leaving traces on his dick. My fingernails gently scratching his nutsack, and I felt it tighten as he dumped his load in my mouth. Not swallowing, I sat up and showed him my mouth full of cum. I swallowed then scooted over close to him and pulled his face down and kissed him, with the remnants of his jizz still in my mouth, my hand found his dick again and slowly pulled on it and he was hard.

I went for it, "Umm let me show you something, "I took his hand and put it on my dick, "I'm a tranny and want you to destroy my ass. You okay with that?"

I was still softly stroking his dick, and he nodded yes. I said, "there's lots of room in the back of my Isuzu, come on over."

He did, I had some Vaseline intensive care lotion, which I covered his lovely dick with and then opened my cunt up, with the same lotion.

I slowly impaled myself on his pink, slightly curved dick. He was really thick, and I rode him like he was some stable pony for a bit. Then I lean back bracing myself with my hand on his thigh, as if I was aboard Seattle Slew, bringing it open at Churchill Downs, he was so fucking thick, plenty long enough and I shot streams of my jizz onto his chest and face, causing him to warm my bowels with his cum.

I did not run that day. Barely made it home. I called my boss Pat, and asked him if he could come by and see me. He said he'd be by in the next hour. I got in the shower and took an enema times three, then showered. I felt so degraded and realized I was self-destructive and headed to a bad place.

I squeezed out my hair into a simple ponytail. Pat was early, bearing fritters. I was still using an old steel percolator, with some Starbuck's Kenyan dark roast beans, that I ground in an old grinder I bought at St. Vincent de Paul's.

I did not mince words about my family's betrayal, and hatred for me and asked for a recommendation to a firm out of the market. I was thinking Taos, New Mexico, because I'd read it was a queer positive community.

He had listened quietly without interrupting, then he smiled broadly at me.

He said, "We've been asked by a large casino in Las Vegas, and Lake Tahoe, to develop concepts for both places. The ownership structure was initially fifty-one percent the Casino, forty-nine percent here with our ownership group. They will, our group that is, invest in the context of a new limited partnership, combined with the casino. We want you to be the executive chef and bring both to fruition."

I said, "Okay, when do I start?"

"You're on a private jet out of Boeing field Monday, that is owned by the casino.

They have a condo for you there, and in Tahoe."

"I want to keep this place, needs to be buttoned up."

He said, "leave the key with me and I'll get it buttoned up, bar the windows and security system, okay?"

I nodded yes to him and I was going to reward him, for standing by me. I walked around the table and said, "your wife is so fucking lucky," I pulled him up to his feet and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him wetly, while his hands were all over my ass.

I said, "Slow down sweetie," as I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt, then pulled down his jeans and briefs, his lovely dick talking to me 'suck me baby', dicks would always be talking to me when I'm dick drunk.

I stood up and kissed him sweetly, and tenderly then said, "I love you, you know that right, I'm not a home wrecker, though," I gently turned him around and pushed him down over the table.

I proceeded to rim him, gently pulling on his long, fat dick. It didn't take long as I felt his dick swell up, I wrapped my lips around his dick as he pumped jizz into my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it all. When he was done I kissed his dick moaning. I helped him stand up. I pulled his briefs up and then his pants, and fixed his belt up and embraced him with a soulful kiss. Then I put my head on his shoulder and hugged him.

I let him go and I was crying, he looked so sad. I said, "Go baby, thank you for everything. You're it, thanks for standing by me. Go home I'll be fine," I linked my arm in his and walked to the door with him. I opened the door and kissed him on the lips and said, "why are the good ones always taken?"

I walked back to my bathroom and touched up my lipstick, trying to figure out which clothes to bring with me, when the doorbell rang. I walked through the house, my heels clicking on the fir floors, I opened the door and there was this late thirtyish woman, in pink pedal pushers and strappy wedges. She had on a sleeveless blouse, with a low neckline. They looked to be big, soft, natural titties spilling out of her neckline, her blouse was about three inches' shy of the top of her pedal pushers.

There was a roll of fat over the top of the pedal pushers. Her face was kind of round with big beautiful green eyes, staring at me while she blinked. Eyelash extensions, her Estee Lauder perfume wafted over me. Her fat, succulent lips painted in slut red lipstick, parted showing a gap in her two top teeth. She turned slightly, and there was so much soft white side boob.

I'd never ever been attracted to a Cis-Woman, but my dick was begging to come out. She bit her lower lip then said in a very high voice, "Aren't you going to let me in?"

I said, "I don't know you. Who are you?"

"I'm Erik's wife."

I cocked my head to the side, and looked at her with my eyebrows raised and said, "You mean my brother Erik, I haven't seen him in the better part of twenty years."

She nodded yes, saying, "I'm Elinor," she leaned into me and kissed my cheek."

I stared at her, there was just so much of her, her ass spilled out of her pedal pushers four inches of soft, jiggly butt crack, her long red fingernail extensions on her left hand with this huge diamond ring, caught my eye. Her fingers were so long. I blurted, "You are so fucking gorgeous."

"Did you really used to be a boy?"

I nodded, "My mom cheated on her husband, I used to think he was my dad, but nope, so I was, I am five feet tall and I had a two-inch dick. She used to bathe me and dress me up, put her clothes on me and put on makeup. I stopped growing period, boys bullied me, the cheer leaders even made a cheer and called me teeny wiener. After the surgeries I got tits and the drugs made my hips widen and I got breasts and a huge booty. But not like yours, fuck you're hot."

She smirked at me and said, "So is your dick still small?"

I was hard as a spike, and she was talking to me 'let me out, what the fuck is wrong with you?'

I said, "Do you want to see my dick?"

She nodded yes, biting her lip. I said, "If I show you, do you want to touch my dick, it is fat and pretty long."

She moved like a mama bear, she had to weigh one hundred and eighty pounds, five foot eleven, she was on her knees in front of me, pulling my sweat pants down and my fat, pink curved seven plus inch dick was out. I could smell her cunt.

I was in her mouth and soon I was face fucking her, then I pushed a load down her throat. She held on to my ass and continued to run her tongue around my dick. I was still so very hard.

She stood up and kissed me, I could taste my cum. I got busy and undid her bra, then pulled her pants down, she was wearing a tiny thong, her ass was incredible, I wished my ass was half that big and soft.

I dropped to my knees and ate her ass, her face was on the floor, she was whimpering. She went nuts when I started pulling her nipples and squeezing those huge tits and she had a thunderous orgasm. She collapsed on the floor.

My dick and balls hurt. I pulled her thighs apart and stuck my dick into her cunt. I fucked her for a very long time. She came over and over again, and I finally filled her cunt up. She lay there panting and I rolled her over and dove into her cunt licking my load out of her cunt and she almost broke my neck when she came.

She laid there idly pulling on her nipples watching me with hooded eyes. She said, "Your dick is way bigger than Erik's. I came more today, than I have in the last five years. He's been cheating on me for quite a while. We have three kids, two boys and a girl. You're their auntie. Nobody's ever fucked me like that."

I crawled up next to her and I kissed her on the cheek. I said, "You're the only woman I've ever been with. Don't worry, I'm clean."

End part one A fisherman's daughter.