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I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as I left the flat. I was wearing khaki shorts, a red t-shirt and a grey hoody. I tidied my short, brown hair and slung my camera bag over my shoulder. It was a bright, clear day, so I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out into the sunshine.I was single again, but instead of moping around, I had decided to get out, try new things and generally try to make the most of the summer. Today, I was going to Pride for the first time, hoping to get some good photos of the parade. It was mid-July and, while there were a few clouds in the sky and a light breeze, it was still hot enough that the hoody came off and got stuffed into my bag almost immediately.I made my way down the high street, where people were already setting up camp for the parade. At one point, a cute Asian guy with colourful patterns painted across his smooth, bare chest, put a rainbow scarf around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Now, I had always considered myself to be straight. I’m an open-minded person, don’t get me wrong, but I had never really been attracted to any male friends or celebrities growing up. Recently, however, I’d found myself more open to exploring some unfamiliar fantasies and urges, and that young man caused a few of those urges to stir within me at that moment. Unfortunately, he disappeared into the crowd to continue handing out scarves and I didn’t see him again.Eventually, I found a spot on some stairs that would give me a good view of the parade.“Nice camera,” said a voice. I turned to see a young woman with shoulder length blonde hair standing next to me.“Thanks,” I said. She was also clutching a camera; an older, more battered-looking one than mine. She was about five-foot-seven, wearing large sunglasses, a red and white tank top, denim shorts, knee-high rainbow socks and purple shoes. Oh, and she had also had a run-in with the cute guy with the scarves. We exchanged the usual awkward small-talk as we waited for the parade to start.“My name is Kaitlyn,” she said. “My friends call me Kaye.”“My friends call me Sam,” I said. “’cause that’s my name,” I finished, lamely. She laughed and I couldn’t help but notice that she had a very cute smile.“Have you been to Pride before?” she asked.“No, this is my first time,” I admitted. “You?”“This is my third,” she said. She explained that some of her friends were in the parade and she was meeting them later on. “Mind if I tag along with you until then?” she asked.“Sure, I could do with a guide,” I said. “So,” I said, cautiously, after a while, “if it’s not too cheeky a question to ask…”“You’re wondering why Kıbrıs Escort I’m here?” she said, a hint of accusation in her voice. “You assume because I come to Pride that I must be gay or something?” I floundered for a while before she took pity on me. “It’s OK,” she said smiling. “I just like winding people up. If you must know, I’m trans.”“Really?” I said, my voice full of genuine surprise.“Does that bother you?” she asked.“No, not at all,” I said, “I just… I… I never would have guessed…” I floundered again.“It’s OK, I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, sticking her tongue out in an adorable way. “That’s not something I normally blurt out to people I’ve just met, by the way,” she went on, “but if I can’t be honest about it today, of all days, when can I?” It would turn out that there was another very good reason why she wanted to tell me this fact before the conversation got any further, but we’ll get to that later!We continued to chat as the parade went past and we both took loads of pictures. There were so many people from so many different backgrounds. Some had their faces painted, others had dyed their hair. Some wore outfits adorned with balloons and scarves. Lots of them carried rainbow flags, some of which bore the logos of local businesses large and small. Kaye pointed out her friends, who were in the marching band from a local army regiment.Of course, I know the history of Pride; how and why it all got started. There were a handful of banners with phrases like “Remember Stonewall” on them. And I know there is still a lot of ignorance, intolerance and prejudice out there, but on that day I didn’t see any animosity; no protestors, no acts of hatred or aggression. All I saw was happiness and kindness and love in all its forms. It was an amazing day, aided by the perfect weather.“You know,” Kaye said, once the parade had passed, “the day isn’t really over. If you want to capture the whole event,” she nodded towards my camera, “then you need to come to the park with us.” I didn’t object and she led me off along the street.We met up with her friends, who had ditched their instruments and found some feather boas to accessorise their uniforms. Together, we made our way over to where a few bands that I hadn’t heard since the 90s were playing on a large stage in one corner of the park. Several rounds of drinks were bought and I was really starting to enjoy myself. I even danced with some of her friends, but Kaye stuck pretty close to me the whole time.After a while, Kaye and I left the group, grabbed some snacks from the street food Lefkoşa Escort stands and made our way out beyond the crowd. We found a spot under a tree on the edge of the park and sat in the pleasantly cool shade. We talked for hours. I can be a bit awkward, especially around new people, but there was something about her. I don’t think I had ever met anyone – from anywhere on the gender spectrum – who was so easy to talk to. It turned out that we had a lot in common. She was doing a different degree, but she had some of the same modules with the same lecturers who had taught me. We also had similar taste in music, video games and movies.I was curious about her transition but was hesitant to ask. However, she seemed quite happy to talk about some of it. She told me that she had been Kaitlyn ever since she had arrived at University. She had wanted to start a new life in a new city and hinted at a difficult and confusing adolescence, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear that her parents and her best friends had been very understanding and supportive.“Sorry, you’re probably sick of answering dumb questions about all this,” I said after we had finished a discussion about pronouns.“Meh, it’s fine,” Kaye said. “To be honest, I don’t really talk about it most of the time. I was introduced to most people here as a woman so, as far as they’re concerned, I am one. Which is exactly what I wanted.” She went on to explain how she had been on hormones for a couple of years before she moved away.“So, what does that actually mean?” I asked.“It causes a few changes, but… well, most importantly,” she said, smiling, “it means that these are real.” She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. The neckline of her top was pretty low and this wasn’t the first time that day that my eyes had been drawn towards her cleavage. Her breasts were probably a b-cup and they certainly looked real enough.We sat under the tree for a while, chatting and watching the world go by. There were all kinds of couples wandering around, holding hands or sitting with their arms around each other. The atmosphere was incredible.“So why did you come to Pride then?” Kaye asked, eventually.“Well,” I said, “it’s something I’ve never done before and I was… curious.”“Now, when you say ‘curious’…?” she said, with a certain amount of anticipation in her voice.“Funny you should say that,” I replied. I explained about how my sexuality had seemed more fluid recently. I’m not sure why I told her, I’m not sure if I could have told any of this to any of my other friends. I just felt really comfortable Girne Escort around her and it was great to finally say some of it out loud. “Not that I had any ulterior motive for coming here today or anything,” I babbled. “Other than getting loads of likes on Instagram, I mean.” There was that adorable smile again.Sometime later, we headed back to the food vans and returned with two enormous burgers. After eating far too much, we lay on the grass next to each other, groaning theatrically for a while, before continuing to talk about life, the universe and everything.At one point, she shifted position, moving closer to me, and her finger brushed the back of my hand. I wasn’t sure if it had been accidental, so I cautiously turned my hand over and slid it towards hers. She placed her hand in mine and felt a tingle of excitement as our fingers intertwined. In the background, a local guy with a guitar was on stage doing an acoustic set. Soothing music drifted across the park, adding to the romantic atmosphere. Kaye turned onto her side, her head resting on her hand, and I turned my head to face her. She had taken off her sunglasses, so I was finally able to take in the details of her appearance. She really was very beautiful. She had a cute, round face and whenever she smiled her cheeks dimpled and her large, green eyes sparkled. If I thought about it, I could kind of picture what she might look like as a guy, but I’ve subsequently discovered that you can do that with a lot of people. Her hair was sandy blonde with what looked like natural highlights and she had one errant strand that she had to keep tucking behind her ear, which I found adorable. Her skin was pale and she had freckles across her cheeks and nose. She wore a minimal amount of makeup around her eyes and lipstick in a subtle, reddish shade.I could feel the excitement; the tension in the air. I subconsciously licked my lips and a few moments later hers were pressed against mine. I had expected it to feel somehow different or unusual, but all I felt was the same rush that I had felt during half-a-dozen first kisses before.We made out for a while, then broke apart and she cuddled into me, putting one leg over me, possessively. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could feel the unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, sensation of her erection pressing against my thigh. I was pleasantly surprised at how arousing it was, being able to feel that she was turned on and knowing that it was because of me. With the way her thigh was placed, I’m sure she could feel how aroused I was too.After a short, slightly awkward silence, the conversation continued for some time as the sun went down, interrupted by the occasional kissing session, until Kaye sat up and wrapped her arms around herself. Her exposed skin was covered in goose pimples. The sun had pretty much set, but it didn’t feel that cold to me.
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