Death became Him 🔞

Anger

After a brief but productive night with Christine, I slept a little better. Maybe that was enough to relieve the tension. I got up on time the next day. I wanted to see the kids. I went over to get them and only found my brother's wife at home. Carter appears to have forgotten to mention about that he had plans with the guys.

- Look at you. Fresh and in a good mood. I assume your date turned out good
- Don't tease me. It was nice. I can't believe my brother couldn't keep his mouth shut
- You know him, Carter and I talk about everything. But don't worry I'm not here to judge.
- It's fine. You can, I just lost my wife and came home after 3 years. What's the first thing? I slept with her colleague.
- So? It's been 3 years and it's not like you two date yet. Besides Christine is gorgeous. I mean, who would tell she was born as a man?

What?! I felt a shudder down my spine. I wanted to know if she was serious or just messing with me. I've known Astoria for a long time, and her sense of humour is not like that. I probably looked puzzled. I'm not surprised; I was shocked. So it wasn't enough that I fucked a former man; she also lied about Lilith?

- Say what now?? She said she was Lilith's colleague! What the fuck?
- Language!
- Well, sorry but *language* is the last thing I worry about. No wonder I couldn't recall her!
- Silly man. Of course. Her name was Christian back then. Does it ring a bell now?

*Christian*. Yeah it fucking did now. A skinny ass guy who was always close to my wife. Way too close. Astoria was right, even if I knew, I would never tell that the chick I banged was a dude before.
Now, don't get me wrong , I'm not homophobic or transphobic , I've got gay friends and they were the best.

- I'm sorry, you missed it of course. It happened while you were away. I forgot that.
- Did I bang a dude?? Oh fuck, screw that! What about the blowjob??
- Uhm...no, Christine is woman now and that was way too much information. Hey, at least this encounter ended better than last time when she was man and you beat him up for flirting with your wife.

And I should do that again but I can't. My mother taught me never raise my hand on a woman. I felt my anger rise. No wonder she wanted the other entrance.

- Are you alright? Look, it's nothing bad. She's sweet and beautiful. She was close to Lilith. You two would get along. Don't be closed minded, trans people are like any of us
- You think I got problem with trans? No. But maybe she could inform me before I railed her
- Oh Lord, sorry to say this but grow up

Easy to say. I hated myself for this but I stormed out. One cigarette will not be sufficient. I didn't want to drink because it would bring out the worst in me. You know what? I don't care. I purchased whisky and cigarettes and returned home. I thought about it. Before I drink myself crazy, I'll call the girl. After yesterday night, I was confident she would show up right away.
As I suspected. Christine quickly showed up. This time, I didn't care what she was wearing, I didn't call her to fuck, but she probably assumed I did. She threw herself on the couch as soon as she arrived. She thought I wouldn't notice that she pulled her skirt straight up on her thighs. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even wear underwear.

- Yesterday was nice, wasn't it? Missed me already?
- You think?
- Well, you called me over. I assume you want some fun
- Or , we can talk about things
- Things...? Sounds boring. What things?

She tried to distract me, stroking her thighs constantly then signed me to sit next to her. I refused. I have no business with her anymore. Not because she was trans, but because I hate liars.

- Why can I not remember YOU being colleague with my wife? You said you knew her. I want to know what do you know about her
- We were colleagues. That's it. Lilith was drop dead gorgeous and open minded. Honestly? I often had dreams about her a her little wet..
- I dare you to continue
- Why so mad ? She's dead and it's not like I had sex with her. I wish we had though, or a threesome. But you were a total dick back then
- Oh? Perhaps because you used to be a man?? Or because you were flirting with MY wife??

She tried to tempt me even more. She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt and leaned back on the couch, her legs spread apart. Now I knew for certain she wasn't wearing pants. Shameless. I rolled my eyes and got up. I shall not succumb to temptation. I was angry. I wanted to know what she wanted outside sex. She singled me out for a specific reason. Any other man would have done fine. Furthermore, I beat the shit out of him when he was a man. I mean her. Whatever.

- What's the matter? I'm woman and you liked it. Why so stubborn? Lilith is no longer around and I have forgiven you for what happened before.
- Tell me. Why me? There are other men. But you precisely aimed me. Tell me the truth or this won't end well
- Hey! Are you threatening me now?? I spread my legs for you yesterday! You weren't this hostile!
- Hostile?? You haven't seen me hostile, babe. You're hiding shit and I simply want to know what it is
- What is it? Maybe I didn't think it was a big deal that I'm trans. Are you transphobic?!
- Oh for fuck's sake. Chill. I never said that.
- Yeah better or else I tell everyone that Takuma Corelli , the well known investigative journalist had sex with a transwoman and then threatened her!
- What the fuck??

She was raisin my anger. I guess, she didn't notice the danger she was in.

- Good. That's more like it. Now , either let's have some fun or you don't see me and won't hear anything about that cheater

I beg your pardon?? The what?!
I clenched my fists. What does this woman think of herself? My parents didn't raise me to hurt a woman, trans or not. I had to muster all my strength to hold myself together.  I asked with raised eyebrows, in confident and dominant tone. Just so she knows who she was messing with.

- What did you just say?
- I said, show me the good stuff or I'm gone
- No you bimbo! I meant who the fuck did you call a cheater?!
- Ah. Did it hit home? Who else? Your precious wife.  You beat me up when you thought I was flirting with her. But imagine how many cocks she touched while you believed she was an innocent little angel

The following occurred in a split second. Christine was lying in front the sofa. Unconscious? No. I'd rather to term it lifeless. It's as if everything fell out. There was nothing in my hand, and she had no wounds or blood. I observed for a while, completely unconcerned. Perhaps she should not have fucked me up. I've warned her. I asked her multiple times to tell me what she knew and wanted. She started to threaten me first. Perhaps I stuttered when I warned her? To be certain, I checked her pulse. She was dead as can be. I was not afraid. For some reason, I felt neither fear nor pity. In fact, it felt good to silence her. But something kept me from remembering how it happened. In any event, she cannot stay here. I'm not sure if she had any relatives or acquaintances, but I need to get rid of this cheap whore as quickly as possible.

- Well, maybe next time you'll rethink who you call a cheater..

I growled in annoyance. Now I won't know shit about why would this bimbo call my former wife a cheater. For now, my main task was to take care of the body and later find out how big trouble I was.