It happened on the first night of my stay in Brooklyn, NYC. Not just any place in Brooklyn. It was downtown Brooklyn. “The night is young.” I could remember Sheena say as she put her hand on my thigh. Sheena was my best friend and if I was not in this state of self-absorbance, Sheena probably would have left. Sheena was beautiful with her long curly hair, built self and cocoa brown skin with adorable brown eyes. I was only thirty when I knew her.
She was beautiful; gorgeous. Her features and the way she dressed in her elegant and sometimes snazzy clothing looked my way. She caught my eye like no one else. Her body was still built in fascinatingly graceful poise. Come, let me tell you how I got here; and how Sheena had suddenly disappeared in sheer confusion after I fell into her arms. “Darling, you know I have business to do. Shoot me. What life is this when the night is young?” I trembled. “Darling, don’t you want to be happy? I’m a woman!” She exclaimed. “Can’t you see?” She looked at me with round, brown sad eyes and gently sat me down. She took off her wig as she went silently out of the building and drove off. I cried as I watched her go. I believe she cried too. The only thing about Sheena was that she simply wasn’t just a she. Sheena was a man.
***
“Nikk! Breakfast is ready!” Maria ran up to the door. “Nikki! Breakfast!” I slammed the door so that he could wake up. Nikk Carter and I had just moved in from Manhattan where he once worked. He was a big businessman and he sold cars for a living. Nikki never liked Marie going out anywhere so he kept her cooped up. Marie would cook breakfast every single morning as I recall it. The way Nikki and I had met was because I was almost raped by his father and as Maria recalled it, was raped by his grandfather. Nikk Carter had a brother who “was” a transvestite. As I recall it his name was supposed to be Angelo Carter. Angelo was a body builder and as we proceed to breakfast, Nikki looked up from his newspaper and said, “Honey. Guess who is moving in?” At that very moment I looked up in surprise for this was the first time Nikki had ever talked during breakfast hours. “Who darling?” My voice was soft for his tone was very serious. He trembled as he put his newspaper down. “Angelo.” I felt my heart palpitate. Was he lying? I just smiled. “Yes. Angelo darling. And I don’t want you near him.” He started fidgeting. “You’ll see why.” I was very tense and I felt like fainting. The last time I saw him was almost at the first time I had ever come out and it was at a pageant for men and he was dressed in women’s clothing and he was near the wall. He disregarded me once at my first outing in a club. My heart palpitated. I kept thinking; Angelo, dove. You look gorgeous in your dresses. Angelo…. Nikki snapped his fingers from across our table for two only. “Maria!” I was too busy staring out the window looking for Angelo. It was almost a hiss.
Nikk was always jealous of his brother. His brother was tall and muscular. Meanwhile, Nikki was short and although he loved me very much, he would never leave me. Or so I thought. Nikki was having an affair in our bed. I caught them one night after dinner and here Nikki was in bed with his boss. Another woman. Fucking. In our bed. I’m sure Nikki had known, and so did the whole of his company he had worked in. He left me widowed and I could no longer bear it. I was very aware. All my life I thought that my fairy tale ending would end in marriage. It soon did, but after those two rapists who were actually his family started talking, I had decided not to say anything for the longest time. Nikki would emphasize why he was the hero when it was in fact his brother who was Angelo better off known as Sheena.
Nikki once again was sitting comfortably on his chair. “Nikki?” I had to confront him. This non-communication was all too overwhelming. “How did you like having sex with your boss?” Nikki scowled. I was holding my plate and his during breakfast time. He sat up, smashed the plates I was holding and spat. “What does that have to do with anything? You forget how incompetent you are after my family raped you and after my father attempted to. On top of that, you don’t know how agoraphobic you are!” He walked towards the door and before he left said, “Be very thankful I am your husband because without me, nobody would marry you.” As he turned to put on his hat he suddenly said “After this, I want you sleeping in the other room down the hall.” He said maliciously.
The night went by swiftly. Nikki did not come home yet. Two knocks on the door and a gunshot. Finally, a banging on the door. I was so scared I grabbed the phone. “Maria! Marie! Open the door!” It was Nikk’s father. “Marie! Sweetie! Open the door!” I frantically picked up the phone and thought to dial 911 but to no avail, the phone wasn’t working. “Pops!” Oh shit, Angelo! I thought. So, I crept to the window and stood bent taking a peep outside and there was Angelo and his father. “Pops! I was wondering what you were doing here!” Angelo sounded jolly. She (Angelo) was dressed in a dress with black sequins all over. “I’m coming to get my Marie! Now where’s Nikki?” I saw Angelo smile and as he took a step back, Angelo fly-kicked his father’s face and his neck twisted into an agonizing crunch.
Before we go any further, Angelo was a body builder who Nikki was ashamed of. But oh, his muscles!
A small knock on the door. “Maria honey! It’s Sheena!” I was so afraid to open the door after what I had witnessed. I opened the door.
“Ah! Darling! Nice place you got here!” She saw Nikki’s raincoat and a look of sheer disgust was on her face. I embraced her and started crying, my tears on the chest of her sequins as I stifled a cry of anger. “Now, now darling.” She stroked my hair as She set me down on the couch and kneeled. I cried a long, good hard minute sobbing on her chest and as she sat me on the couch, she looked at me with confinement. “There, there that’s a darling, darling now calm down.”
“Where’s Nikki?” I cried. She looked up at me. Those big brown eyes looked deeper into mine. “Did you call the police?” she asked.
“No.” I replied.
“Yes….I agree.” I said strangely.
“Do you sing often?” She asked.
I looked down at my feet. “No, Not really.”
“Oh, not really? Not often then.” She said completely ignoring the fact that I was agoraphobic.
“Why?” I had asked.
“You wouldn’t happen to sell your soul for a bit then.” She said.
“Where’s Nikki Sheena?” I had asked this time more roughly than usual.
I wasn’t used to these types of games. Sheena was pacing around the room. She took my hands and cupped them into hers.
“Then maybe you should have a look round outside.” She said amusingly.
I got up off the couch as she sat in my place and peeped outside the door slightly. “Oh my God.” I muttered to myself. “Dear,” I felt the warmth of her hands on my shoulder, “is there something wrong?” She asked teasingly. I kneeled on my knees on the patio of the steps of Nikki and my home. There was Nikki sprawled on the ground with a bullet to his head and a condom in his hand while their father was with his head twisted lying on the ground. My hands were cupped to my face. “Mmmm hmmm hmmm.” She laughed chuckling to herself. “This is only the beginning.” I looked up and I saw Sheena shaking her bum to and fro in a slowly moving position as though she was a professional baseball player getting ready to throw a ball. “Yes!” She snarled. I looked at her bewildered. Her face looking menacing in the light of the patio in the darkness.
“Now, you shall have to do something for me in return.” she said. “After all, we are professionals.” She looked around the room as I started to cry. As I did, she held me in her arms. “Now, now Maria hush now darling.” She said as she stroked my hair.
At this point I was hysterical. I put my head to her chest and I sobbed. “You killed them and I don’t know what to do with the bodies!” I cried louder. “You don’t know what it’s like to be raped, almost raped and alone!”
She suddenly looked down. “Honey? Are you happy?”
“No!” I cried.
Suddenly, Sheena’s facial features softened as her face turned normal. She grabbed me and slammed the door like a maniac. She let me go making sure I was sitting on the ground and paced the room faster than before. Then, like a maniac, reopened the door. “Guess what ma’ love?” She said. Her sequins shining bright beneath the light of the patio. “We’re going to hide the bodies.” She said joyfully. “Sheena!” I stifled a gasp. “You’re you’re….” Sheena turned her face to look at me. “I darling?” She said innocently. “You’re crazy!” I hissed.
“Ja ja darling, a favor’s a favor. After all we are professionals and giving is receiving just as receiving is giving.” He told me.
My eyes ticked. What did she mean?
I looked at her and breathlessly said “What do you mean?”
“Mmmm-hmmm. I mea-an.” She skipped up to me and took off her wig to reveal her smooth short hair. “Would you have sex with me in exchange for kindness?”
I gasped at this. What was she saying?
I was simply aroused at the thought although I did not mean to be. Sheena made my panties wet when she wasn’t a she. I stared into her eyes for a long time as she took off her sequined dress to reveal a huge bulge under her stockings as she took them off only to reveal her penis.
“Do you know where this thing has been?”
***
I kneeled down and took her penis as big as my hand. There was no way my small cunt could fit her inside me. I thought. I rubbed her hard cock back and forth and sucked. She tasted good. Oh, that sweet salty cum going down my throat as I thrusted my mouth back and forth gulping that sweet nectar.
To my surprise I could feel myself getting wet as she groaned. She lifted me up involuntarily and pulled down my dress to reveal large plump breasts, and then she pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties with her two fingers thrusting her penis into me. Harder and harder against my lushness. I closed my eyes and breathed hard as she groaned in my ear for a good two minutes.
She left me hungry for more.
Sheena carried my limp, bow-legged body to bed, and put on her black sequined dress. “Honey, I’m gonna need help taking out those bodies.” she sang. Then she looked at me. I was sweating and breathing hard. I gulped for air. “I-I can’t.”
Sheena in her black sequined dress only shrugged. “Fine darling.” She said. “I’ll do all the work myself.” “Goddamn you Sheena!” I half hissed; half moaned aloud. “What if you get caught?”
“Hmph.” She sighed. “Fine.”
Then I moaned half naked all sexed up. I followed her downstairs with my blanket covering my tidbits. “No, no, no.” She said.
“Darling, darling, you behave and write Nikki a letter including the fact that I came and killed half the males in our little family.” She pointed her finger up and down wording it with “Only half.” Then her long slender arm and pointed finger went down as she went out the door. I crept toward the window and saw her bring out two body bags, scrubs and gloves as she took off her high heels, put on some sneakers with the scrubs and put her gloves on. She hauled the bodies and put them in the bags laughing and put them both in the back of the trunk laughing with her curled black wig on and as she clamped down the trunk, she laughed harder saying “O Maria! Ha ha haw! I cannot believe you are making me do this! You are a terrible woman with such flowing beauty if you’d stop dressing like a freakin’ Lolita from Japan with that silly apron!” she groaned. Maria, I am going to borrow my brother’s clothes for as Goddamn short as he is!” It was like Sheena was having an orgasm of pleasure. He went inside and got dressed as I stared. “Kiss, Sissy!” She said and puckered her lips. “Mwah! That ought to make you happy.” She looked ridiculous in Nikki’s clothes but nonetheless looked better than him in those clothes although they were tight. She went in the car, leaving the door open. As she drove, she flung her wig off on the ground and cried, “Don’t worry darling plenty a wig more! See you tomorrow sweet thang!”
***
“Angelo! Angelo!” She was grabbing me by my hands and then my arms as she was pulling me away from the house. “I am not going to leave!” I shouted between two gulps of breaths. Sheena kept snarling as she finally carried me out of my house. I could not believe her.
Once we were in her car I pouted. “Darling! Let’s have a good time.” She finally said. I shouted at her. “Sheena! I am not your toy!” I shouted and as she turned the street she said, “Girls night out only!” She said in her most girly tone of voice and then she said like a man, “We’re going on a road trip.” She said excitedly. “I am a she darling and don’t forget it dear for I would rather go by Sheena.”
This time, there was a motorcycle. Sheena did not have her wig on and looked like a vagabond fuckboy. She was much younger than Angelo and had muscular cocoa brown skin. He had light brown eyes and straight black hair underneath. She was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off all her muscles; O the muscles! She wore blue jeans and black leather Italian boots.
She shooed me in and told me to write a letter to Nikki. As I did, she lent me very elegant clothing. A spaghetti strap shirt and blue jean shorts with black ankle cuffed boots and socks.
***
Dear Nikki,
I know you’d mind me calling you Nikk with the (I), but after all, we are professionals in this game called life and I would still like to hear from you.
Giving is receiving and receiving is giving. I had to let a transexual who takes me out of these sticky situations into my home and in return I have fallen in love with her. May God save her name.
She took me out of this situation so I had to give up my body almost like surrendering it to her since she saved me from an untimely man. That man is your grandfather and your father.
Here’s the best part; she’s a sweetheart and I love her. She rides a motorcycle like you Nikki and she rides fast.
Should I reveal her so as to get caught in this risky business of life, like our bodies I’m no longer the loneliest girl in the world. She makes me very happy so in return for her happiness I am obliged to give up my sex and my body.
Although I know the fact of the matter is that this is none of your concern, you make me feel hurt by also using other women by making me just another one by making me feel the same.
If it makes you feel any better, he is not my property and I not his problem. If she doesn’t mind, I don’t mind and since we are professionals, your father no longer lives. Your father will not come back. Neither I think will your brother.
This is not to get back at you if it makes you feel any better and I feel that you do not and ever will really feel the same way as I, that you will never receive heart ache or reciprocate love as we do. After all we are professionals.
She makes women happy.
Love from me.
Ms. M
P.S. it will and should always be Miss.
I wrote a letter to Nikki. He was gone. Finally.
I got on the back of Sheena’s motorcycle and away we drove. She drove slowly and I saw the city for what it really was in the day for NYC had a lot of lights at night. All the stores, the people. They all looked happy. We finally found a suitable apartment in Little Italy where we got to see the cafes and the glamourous people living their lives.
“My gosh darling, I cannot believe he left you in that dingy place. Isn’t it awful?”
***
I had slept in. Meanwhile there was a knock on my bedroom door. I went and opened the door. There was Sheena with a wild smile on her face with another black, curly wig on in a plum business suit much like Michelle Obama’s on Joe Biden’s inauguration day and a plum business hat with a feather. “C’mon darling! It’s a surprise.” That was only the beginning. It was already nighttime. Sheena was pacing impatiently while I, on the other hand looked at her quelling with desire. The desire for her to expose her muscles and flex them. Sheena kept looking outside of her window waiting for someone.
“Sheena? Do you want me to cook? You look like the type that could use some food for thought.” Sheena nodded her head to and fro, left to right. “I need time to think.” She kept looking out the window. “Sheena, what is it?” I rose up, walked over to her and put my hand on her muscular shoulder. “Honey! I’m waiting for an uber.” She said stubbornly.
I looked out of the window and she pulled me back. “Look. If that uber does not come then we are leaving.” She put on her plum hat with her white feather. “Darling? Should we leave now?” She asked. I looked out the window. “Isn’t it dangerous in New York?” She sighed putting her hands to her head. Then she patted both her hands to her thighs and sighed.
“Come now darling have you ever been to the city?” It was true. My first time in the city was now. Ever since last night in Brooklyn. Since Nikki was murdered by Sheena, his transexual brother. Was I in love? Why did I not say anything? I knew ever since that he was dating his boss. Fucking in our bed. It’s not like I cared. I looked up at Sheena. “Sheena? Would you leave me?” Sheena carried me to the bed in the next room. “Lights out love!” She cried. She kissed me on the forehead as the sound of police sirens with their reds and blues blaring, passed outside my window.
***
Suddenly I had awoken from a deep sleep. I got up and took the covers off from my body and the pajamas Sheena had given me. I started for the refrigerator. Sheena had been shopping while I was asleep. I thought to myself. So, I cracked the eggs against the pan and made Sheena sunny side-ups. I looked in the freezer to find half-thawed bacon slices, so after I took them to be thawed on the countertop, I had washed the pan and re-used it. I took the bacon slices and drained them so there was no water and after doing so, I put oil in the pan and as I put the slices down, they had started to fry.
***
I waited for Sheena. Almost all day. I did not want to take the chances of walking around Little Italy alone. Besides, the apartment was chilly and run-down. The wallpaper, or the paint was chipped and although I knew Sheena was very high maintenance, she had picked a very crappy place to leave me in. I sighed wondering what she was doing. Probably staring at some guy’s ass in a club. Little did I know that that was exactly what she had been doing.
***
The phone had rung. It was 8:00 p.m. Dinner was served cold. I could just imagine what Sheena would be doing and I laughed as I took my phone in hand. It was Sheena.
***
“Hello?” I asked into the sender.
“Maria! Darling!” She yelled from the receiver.
“Sheena? Where the hell are you?”
“Oh honey!” She groaned into the phone.
“I’ve been trying to tell you that I had left a note saying when and where I was going!”
I seriously had thought she was teasing me.
“It’s under the pillow darling! Ciao!”
Sheena had hung up.
I went and looked under the bed, and then remembered that it was under the pillow.
Dear Maria,
You’ve been asleep all night and If you hadn’t gotten this yet I probably left for the club and will be coming back again tomorrow. I bothered to take your things while you were asleep. Just so you are not alarmed I took mostly your clothes and some other precious things of Nikki’s. I have pawned both your rings as you can see and I am very happy. I sold your home and took most of your jewelry and I had unfortunately pawned them. You simply must forgive me dear-heart. I never meant to pawn them for you but just to make a little money. I put the money in your wallet of course making a total of 30,000 dollars.
Love Sissy!
Sheena
***
I shuddered. I have to admit Sheena would be furious with me of I ran off. Not to seem incompetent, but I wrote back to her.
***
Dear Sheena,
I obviously do not mind at all. Please wake me next time.
Maria
***
I was so furious with her that my handwriting looked scrawny. But what could I say? I finally felt liberated form Nikolas’s bullshit. I obviously did not love him enough, but I could only say this for myself. I had wanted Sheena since high school. Sheena had all the women she could ever want. What made her herself, a she, I would never be able to grasp. Sheena knew martial arts and was a professional black belt. By now I am too afraid to show my true feelings for Sheena since her pronouns had changed but somewhere deep inside, I knew. I just couldn’t find out where to place them. I went to bed as my migraine swelled.
***
Daylight came and there was Sheena. I had fallen asleep somehow and Sheena was on the phone making a couple of phone calls.
“Mmm-hmm.” I stared at her curiously. “Yes.” She said.
I looked at her intently. I could find that she looked very excited then she eyed me and smiled. “Ahem. May I mention she has a very good singing voice?” She laughed into the phone.
I launched myself across the bed and grabbed the phone. Hastily she turned the other way and sadly, I missed. Sheena was still on the phone until she hung up as we played cat and mouse around the bedroom. Sheena grabbed my waist and laughed.
“Darling!” She bellowed. “Did you think I would do that to you?”
She laid me in bed and started fucking me.
***
We fucked for a whole good two hours into the morning and suddenly she was dressed as I woke up completely dazed.
Sheena lit up a cigarette. “Honey, would you like to party?”
***
The next thing you know, we were in a nightclub. I was buzzing a little with my cheeks so red I couldn’t even count. Sheena was dancing with some man and was kissing him with her black sequined dress and high heels. She stopped kissing him as she saw me lurching forward to throw up.
“Darling!” She exclaimed. “There there.”
She escorted me to the bathroom which was the fanciest bathroom I could remember. I puked once, twice, three times. I honestly couldn’t remember where the fuck I was. I needed space to gather my surroundings. I went out of the stall only to find Sheena fixing her wig. I got up and went up to her and blindly, almost dazedly kissed her only to find that she kissed me back.
“Sheena?”
“Yes darling.”
“You do know that to me, you will always be Angelo.”
“My dear what do you mean?”
“You will always be the Angelo I love.”
She gazed at me knowingly.
“Darling, I am transexual. Please. I cannot live the way I used to; darling, you must understand.”
She begged me.
I turned to leave.
“Please stay.”
“Yes sheena.”
Her beauty took my breath away. So, after all that I had decided to stick with Sheena and her transexual self. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a relationship anyway.
Soon after I knew all her friends until all of a sudden, a small figure lurked Sheena’s way.
“Sheena? Hoe? Is that really you?” She said in a thick New Jersey accent.
“Oh my God!” Exclaimed Sheena.
And then it happened. A kiss on the lips.
“Darling! Maria! Meet Verona! Verona Delisle!
I was in for a very big surprise.
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