The Promise

Story by Avia

My first story! (Well, I wrote one for an english class in 11th grade but I'm not counting that one)

I was a little surprised at how quickly it flowed out- like it was already written and I was just transcribing it? I'm sure I was inspired by the quality of writing I've read here.

It's called 'The Promise.' It involves a transgender lead character, a rape scene, anal, oral and a blasphemous act (well, I don't think of it that way but some might)

Comments? Critiques? Please be honest, I'm a big girl and want to improve it.

Okay, here goes nothing-

(Must be 18+ etc etc.)

THE PROMISE

"Too much garlic?" I wondered.

The pasta dinner I'd made for myself earlier that evening wasn't sitting well. The last of the TV talk shows was winding down, so I switched off the television and sat listening to the city's sirens outside my open apartment window. It was a hot summer night and I had indigestion.

I stood, smoothed my light cotton dress and strolled barefoot to the bathroom medicine cabinet. I reached for the box of Alka-Seltzer but the box was empty. Too late, I remembered using the last one up the morning after a big party a couple of months back. A drop of sweat ran down my neck under my ponytail. I went back to the window and looked out over the rooftops. Three blocks down the street the bright lights of the all night convenience store lit the sidewalk.

I hesitated. Should I go out in my dress or change into jeans, tee shirt and sneakers? Androgynous since I was young, I am both sexes. Because I started out with a penis and my pair of pert B-cup breasts only appeared later, I was raised as a boy, even though I knew it wasn't right. But it wasn't completely wrong either? Small framed and fair, with long brown hair and wearing makeup I appear to be a proper woman. But if I dress down and wear a baggy sweat shirt, I can just as easily be a boy.

"Oh, heck," I thought, "The dress is cooler."

I grabbed my purse, slipped on a pair of kitten heel sandals and went down the hall to the elevator.

As predicted, the street was deserted. I strolled past the brownstone stoops and their wrought iron railings, I could feel day's heat still radiating from the pavement and mixing with the cooler night air around my bare legs. I passed closed storefronts, the darkened corner church with its adjacent basketball court, an alley with overflowing trash cans. I heard a rustling, then a large brown rat darted from the trash across my path and down into the sewer.

Startled, I quickened my pace.

A block later, the bell tinkled as I pulled open the door of the little 24 hour bodega. I went to the register and pointed to the over-the-counter medicines behind the dozing clerk and said, "A box of Alka-Seltzer, please."

He rubbed his eyes. Turning to the wall he said, "Yes ma'am, Sure thing."

As I was rummaging through my purse for some money, the bell tinkled again and a gang of five teenage boys wearing athletic pants and hooded sweatshirts sauntered in. The clerk stiffened visibly. The boys split up and slowly walked down the two crowded aisles, randomly picking up items and putting them down, joking with each other as they went.

The last of them stopped by me, looking me up and down. He whistled then called out, "Hey yo, fellas, this is one fine Chica." He winked at me and said, "Hey baby."

The rest of the gang turned and began to gravitate to the front counter from the back of the store.

That was my cue. I grabbed the box of tablets from the counter and dropped some bills in its place. Not waiting for my change, I made for the exit. Out on the street, I walked as quickly as my sandals allowed. The little bell on the door tinkled behind me and a shiver went down my spine. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the boys stream out into the street to follow me. I cursed the world for being filled with jerks. Then I cursed myself for being so dumb as to forget the world was filled with jerks.

I picked up my pace and they picked up theirs. Clutching my purse to my chest I began to run but my smooth soles were no match for their sneakers. They were catching up. Running all out now, I slipped on a patch of gravel in front of the basketball court, fell and scraped my knee.

The gang caught up. "Hey, baby don't be scared. Let us help you up."

In a flash, they had their hands all over me. Groping my tits and ass, pinching my nipples, stroking my thighs, my groin...

"WHAT THE FUCK! She's got a dick! She's an it!" More hands grabbed me there for confirmation. They threw me back down on the pavement and my heart sank. I felt a few kicks in my back and stomach, then my head was yanked up by my hair. I looked into the face of the young man who had whistled at me. He had crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. His breath stank of alcohol. He squinted while inspecting me, then announced, "I bet it's a whore. Hey whore, what d

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