Revelation

By J.B. Rogers

Secrets have ways of getting exposed.

Jimmy’s found love, but what will it cost him? His inexplicable transformation has left its scars, and his nightmares are getting worse. When Mia makes an uncomfortable request, their winter vacation could change everything. Sheila is tempted by a vision of her future even as she confronts her present, and there’s a shock waiting for all three of them when they return.

An anonymous accusation throws their lives into a tailspin, and when the truth comes to light, their futures will hinge on one unthinkable choice.

This New Adult erotic transgender romance is a contemporary fantasy novel that contains a wide variety of sexually explicit content, including genderfluid, polyamorous, and group sex, blackmail, BDSM, feminization, mystical transformation, and even the kitchen sink. This second half of the story is about 88,600 words long.

Current release: 1.04 (alterations to Chapters 15 and 16)

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Rogers
• Release date: Mar 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310340291

J.B. Rogers

My first novel is The Freshman's Curse, an erotic transgender/genderqueer romance. The omnibus (with three extra stories!) was released in June 2016. The short stories relate to the main story, but they're tangents which work on their own – so try one to get a taste!Also available is Thirds, a collection of three menage/cuckold short stories which take place in the same hotel on the same night. Chronologically, Thirds takes place early in The Freshman's Curse: Book Two, about a month before the events in "Hosed." Aside from one character who appears in both Thirds and "Hosed," the events are completely separate. If you want to read both, I recommend starting here.My Tumblr is very NSFW, and frequently contains snippets of whatever I happen to be working on. I specialize in blurring gender lines and rehabilitating tired erotic tropes by treating them more realistically and taking the situations seriously.

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Introduction

Welcome to Book Two

The first half of this story takes place in the previous volume, The Freshman’s Curse, Book One: Transformation. If you have not read that book yet, please do so before continuing with this book. If you’ve read the first book but need a little refresher, here it is.

Jenny was a slutty college freshman who woke up one morning as a man. After his initial panic, he took the name Jimmy and his roommate, Sheila, has been helping him cope with his situation. His first relationship was with Mia, a trans woman from his Gender Studies class. She broke up with him after he told her about his transformation, finding the story insulting and unbelievable. Jimmy made some ill-considered decisions after that, ending up in Sheila’s arms after a Halloween party that resulted in a sexually explicit video of Jimmy in drag circulating online. Sheila works as a dominatrix in a local fetish club under the name Mistress Jasmine and recognized one of her clients from that video. Jimmy doesn’t remember part of that night, but he received a package containing a blackmail note which identifies the maker of the video as the agent of his transformation. Most recently, Sheila brought Mia over to persuade her of the truth behind Jimmy’s story. She was convinced, and at the end of Book One, the three of them are sleeping together.

Will Mia be comfortable sharing Jimmy with Sheila? Is Sheila really in that relationship for the sex and the opportunity to indulge her submissive side, or does she want more? Can Jimmy get his old body back before having to explain his transformation to her family? How far will Sheila go to get her client to tell her the truth about that Halloween party? And what’s with the damned owl, anyway?

Read on and find out. Enjoy!

– J.B. Rogers

Part III

Cold as Fire, Warm as Ice

Chapter 13

Strangers in the Night

Jimmy

The nightmare jolted me awake… again. I found myself in Mia’s arms, her hand clapped over my mouth to muffle my scream as her rough cheek brushed my neck. That helped a lot, and I nodded to let her know I was awake and okay. She slipped her hand away, letting it join her other one on my chest.

Another bad one, huh?

Yeah.

Remember any of it this time?

A little. I was in a motel room; I know that. Somebody spoke to me, and I looked over to see who it was, and that’s when I woke up.

Well, that’s something. Ever spent the night in a motel room?

I was a cheerleader, remember? Once you turned eighteen, you could go on the road to cheer at the away games, and that usually meant staying the night at a motel. They’d usually pair us girls off, so we wouldn’t sneak any of the guys in.

Did it work?

Please. The coaches usually fell asleep around one, and by then we’d have everything set up. Everybody texted each other their room numbers, and we swapped around to get all the couples together. Whatever happened happened, as long as you were back in your room at three sharp.

That’s not much time.

It was enough. The players talked a good game, but they usually didn’t last long, especially right after a big game. A couple of hours was time for two or three rounds if the guy was up to it.

Sounds like you had some good times. Tell me about him.

Which one?

"Oh, so you were a naughty girl." Her hands slid lower, and I rubbed my butt back against her.

"Mmm, I think someone likes that. No, the squad had a tradition. If we won the game, the player who scored the most during the game got to score on the head cheerleader that night."

And of course, you carried on the tradition.

Let’s just say I was full of school spirit, hmm? And unless I missed my guess, Mia was ready to take one for the team herself.

I reached back and stroked her thigh, squeezing as her hand found my cock. Her lips brushed the back of my neck, and together we kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed. The cool air swept over my body as I fumbled in her nightstand for a condom. I got up on my knees as Mia rolled onto her back, watching as I ripped the foil open. She brought her knees up to her chest and locked her arms under them, inviting me inside with a wink and a smile. I grabbed the ever-handy lube, made sure she was nice and wet, and moved the tip of my dick to her tight opening.

Do it, she whispered. Fuck me like they fucked you.

"Hmph. I think we can do better than that."

I pushed slowly as she clenched tight against my pole. She made me fight for every millimeter, until the head of my cock popped all the way inside her and she clamped down around it. I leaned down and kissed her, opening my mouth to her tongue as she relented at last. Our tongues kept up the good fight, dueling as I buried my dick deep inside her, and I stayed still for a few minutes as she adjusted to my presence, her cock throbbing between us. She broke the kiss and gently bit my lip.

Okay, mister MVP, show me what you’ve got.

Whatever you say, miss captain. I kissed the inside of her knee, right on that sensitive spot I’d found last week, and she shivered beneath me as I straightened back up. My hands trailed down her sides to her waist, and I held her down as I started slowly sliding in and out. Her legs wrapped around me, and I was struck by an odd déjà vu as I gave her what she’d asked for.

Mia was responding exactly the way I had with all those faceless players, urging me on with the same quiet obscenities that I’d whispered to them, game after game and week after week in one fleabag motel after another. My cock was rock-hard as we found our rhythm, and I slammed it home faster and harder. This time it was my turn to muffle her screams, locking my lips over hers again as she shouted her orgasm into my mouth. I swallowed it down as I came, my dick pulsing inside her as I collapsed and rolled us onto our sides, wrapped around each other in a contentment that chased the last of my nightmare away for another day.

Except…

My eyes snapped open, meeting hers as I saw her expression slip from sleepy contentment to confusion.

What is it?

I remember now. The dream, it wasn’t about any of those times… and yet, somehow it was.

I don’t understand.

Those weren’t the only nights I’ve spent in motel rooms.

"Well, sure – they had to lose some games, right?"

"That’s not what I mean. In the dream, I was with two people, not just one, but it still felt like one of those away game nights."

Two on one? I thought Sheila and I were your first three-way, you perv.

"You don’t get it. In the dream, I was with a couple – a guy and a girl. But I was always a straight-arrow slut; I had plenty of offers, but I didn’t do girls."

As soon as I said it, I knew I’d fucked up. She looked down between us, and neither of us spoke for a while. It was my turn to hold her now, because I knew what she was thinking: that she wasn’t a real girl, not like I’d been, and she never would be.

No matter how many times I told her how much I loved her exactly how she was, she couldn’t accept herself the same way. She put on a good show most of the time, but sometimes her mask would slip and I’d see just how lonely she was in her own skin. Over the past couple of months, my mind had mostly adjusted to my changed body, but hers was constantly rebelling, shouting this body isn’t me every single day. I didn’t understand why we’d reacted so differently, and I couldn’t change it, but I could be there to comfort her when it got bad.

To make things worse, she had to leave in an hour or so to spend Thanksgiving weekend with her family. From what little she’d told me about them, there was no way they’d be able to deal with Mia; she had to be Manuel around them. I knew they were religious, and Manuel had always had to hide his feminine side from them. After turning sixteen and getting his license and a summer job, he’d started looking at college as his golden opportunity. He’d worked as much overtime as he could, saving up so he could buy Mia’s clothes online. He’d been patient and careful, hiding the slowly-growing wardrobe in the attic, shipping it all up here the week before his parents dropped him off. As soon as they left, Manuel vanished and Mia took his place; Manuel became the brother who’d helped her move in. She’d been clever enough to satisfy everybody except herself, and my heart broke to see her like this.

Just as I was about to fumble my way through an apology, Mia kissed me and sat up. Come on, hon. Let’s get a shower, so I can get into character and hit the road. No sense putting it off. She crawled over me and padded off to the bathroom she shared with Jake and his roommate. I heard her lock them out and start the water, so I didn’t bother protesting. I joined her in the shower and discovered that she’d changed her soap and shampoo. They didn’t have the floral scent I associated with her, and I realized they must be Manuel’s. We scrubbed each other down, but I didn’t try anything more; her body language was shifting before my eyes as she locked Mia away for the weekend.

After we toweled each other dry, I tried not to be obvious about watching him get a suitcase down from the top of his closet and start rummaging through it while I got dressed. He finally dug out some boxers, an old pair of jeans, and a faded T-shirt – total guy clothes – and suddenly I felt like a spy in the men’s locker room. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail that wasn’t quite long enough to look out of place on him, and I realized he hadn’t shaved. The shadow of stubble really made a difference, but the small bottle of cologne was the final touch. When he turned around and let me get a good look, Mia was gone. If I hadn’t watched it happen, I’d never have believed it.

I need you to be my lookout. He spoke softly, but his deep, sexy voice sent a thrill up my spine. He even had an accent that Mia lacked, making him even more exotic. If I still wore panties, they’d be soaked right now.

I shook my head and snapped out of my trance. Huh?

"I can’t be seen leaving the room, not… not like this. I need you to go first. Check and make sure it’s clear out there."

Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. I poked my head out and looked around before beckoning to him, and we rushed down the hall to the exit.

Thanks. I’ll be back sometime Sunday; wish me luck.

You’ll be fine. You’re gonna have to tell them sometime, you know.

"Maybe so, but not this weekend. Holidays are stressful enough in my family, and there’s no way I’m bringing that to the table – not yet. Look, I’ve gotta run. I’ll see ya Sunday, okay?" He swatted me on the ass as he turned away, strutting off before I could react. I stared in confused fascination, trying to understand the rogue who’d stolen my lover’s body right before my eyes.

* * *

The room phone woke me up with an off-campus ring. I jerked awake, with a page of notes stuck to my cheek, and realized I’d fallen asleep while studying. I peeled it off and answered before it could ring again.

Hello?

Jenny? You sound funny; are you feeling okay? Shit. I’m answering the phone as Jimmy now?

No, Mom, you just woke me up.

You shouldn’t be taking naps in the middle of the day, honey. You’ll be up all night.

I just dozed off for a few minutes. What’s up?

"Your father said you were staying at school for the weekend, so I thought I’d give you a call. It’s not like you to miss Thanksgiving, and you’ve always loved hitting the Black Friday sales. Are you sure you’re okay?"

I couldn’t tell her the truth. I just needed to get some studying in. Finals are coming up, you know. I want to make you and Dad proud.

Still not getting along with Joanna, huh?

Old fights make easy lies. Why would I start now?

"Listen, Jen… I understand. Maybe I shouldn’t say it, but she can be a bitch sometimes; I don’t know what Walter sees in her."

A set of plastic double-Ds and an ass that won’t quit. She laughed, but she didn’t disagree. I hadn’t been by to see her since the beginning of summer, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed her.

Well, I won’t keep you from your homework, baby. You know you’re welcome here any time, right? You can come down right now if you want; it’ll be just the two of us. I won’t even tell them you were here if you don’t want me to.

My throat closed up, and I felt my eyes start to water. Keep it together. For her sake. Yeah, Mom. I know. You’ve always been there for me.

Okay, baby, take care. I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

She hung up, and I closed my eyes to pull myself together. Two hundred miles away, and she’s still the master of the guilt trip. I wiped my face and opened my eyes; it was just past three. I looked over at Sheila’s empty bed, and she spoke in my head as clearly as if she were standing beside me: "‘You’re gonna have to tell them sometime.’ Where have I heard that before?"

Dammit. I hated it when she was right. At least she wasn’t here to know about it.

* * *

I pulled into the driveway a few minutes before eight. The rain had started half an hour into the trip, and it was pouring an hour after that. I pulled in behind the van, and my headlights lit up the Jets bumper sticker on the back. I opened the car door and ran for it, but I was still a cold, soggy mess by the time I got to the front door.

It’s not too late. You can still chicken out. Just turn around and go back. The voice in my head was naggingly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I shoved it aside and knocked before I could change my mind. I saw the pinpoint of light in the peephole dim, and the door opened.

Can I help you? She squinted at me in half-recognition, and I couldn’t deal with it.

Mama?

Her eyes went wide at the sound of Jenny’s voice coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything else. The words were stuck, and all I could do was stand there, sobbing like a baby as she pulled me inside. She sat me down at the kitchen table and went for towels, while I tried to find the words to explain what had happened to me. My eyes were drawn to the counter, and I saw the old owl cookie jar we’d found at a yard sale when I was a kid. It seemed to be looking back at me, like it was trying to encourage me… but that was ridiculous.

Half an hour later, I was in the guest room, showered and dry in a fresh set of clothes from my suitcase. I hung the towels and my wet clothes up in the bathroom, took a deep breath, and went back into the kitchen, sitting across from her at the table. I couldn’t even meet her eyes as she looked me over, so I just sat still until she took my hand.

"What happened to you, Jenny?"

I was so happy to hear my real name again that I didn’t correct her. I don’t know. I went to bed one night, and the next morning… everything had changed. She touched my chin with her other hand, tipping it up to look into my eyes. I didn’t see the disbelief on her face that I’d been so afraid of. There was no judgment, rejection, or anything else I’d feared and tried to prepare myself for. She was just my mother – baffled and concerned, but full of the love and acceptance that she’d always given me.

It was exactly what I needed, and I knew coming here had been the right decision after all. The floodgates opened, and I found myself telling her everything. Well, okay, not everything. I mean, I left out how much I’d been slutting it up, because Mom, but I told her how Sheila had kept me together that first day, how I’d been caught on video during a stupid, embarrassing contest, and as much of the rest as I could manage. I didn’t feel up to explaining whatever it was that Sheila and Mia and I had become to each other, so I told her I was seeing someone and left it at that. I didn’t even consider mentioning Manuel; I was still trying to figure that one out myself. She didn’t interrupt me except to get a batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven; she’d put them in while I was getting changed, and we got through half of them before I was done.

Finally, the words dried up along with my tears, and I leaned back to let her talk. She had a few questions about my story, but I didn’t have many answers. I showed her the tattoo when she asked, but not to prove anything. She didn’t know I’d gotten it, which led to another story or three about my wild senior year. Somehow we ended up in the living room, curled up in our usual places, and it was almost like our old Girls’ Nights In after the divorce. About once a month, when I couldn’t deal with the Wicked Stepmother any longer, I’d call and spend the weekend over here to get away. We’d stay up late and watch sappy movies together, she’d cook breakfast in the morning, and somehow she made it all better for a little while longer.

A tap on my arm brought me back to the present. Mom handed me a mug of hot chocolate, and I held it in both hands to take a sip while she sat back down. She had the same look on her face that she got whenever she was working a crossword puzzle. She had an idea cooking, and I wondered what it was.

I’ll be right back, but I want you to come sit under the lamp so I can get a closer look at something.

I had no idea what she had in mind, but something was clicking in her head. She came back with a big magnifying glass and started looking at my chin, then told me to take my shirt off so she could see my chest. She even rubbed a fingertip over my cheek and a couple of places on my abs, like she was looking for something specific. After a few minutes of scrutiny, she put the glass away and let me go back to my comfy chair. She still had that look on her face, so I kept quiet and let her think.

You said you don’t shave your face or chest, right?

Right. That weirded Sheila out, too.

Smart girl. I’m not surprised that your voice didn’t change, but you should be growing that hair. That would happen even if you were just getting hormones, and those wouldn’t take effect overnight. Then there’s the matter of what’s in your pants. I don’t want to pry, but does it…?

"Mom! Yes, it works, okay? Just like the real thing."

Then that settles it.

So you know what happened? Tell me, already! Is it genetic or something? Do we have mutants in the family that I don’t know about?

She took a deep breath. Jen, what happened to you simply isn’t possible–

So people keep telling me.

–but obviously it happened–

"So I keep telling them."

"–which means something else is going on here. Since science can’t explain it, what could? What are the alternatives?"

"You can’t mean… no, that’s insane. Magic?" I felt silly even thinking it, but as soon as I said the word, an owl hooted, loud and close. I whipped my head toward the sound, and found myself staring at the cookie jar on the counter. I looked closer, and my jaw dropped open.

Uh, Mom? I waved her over with one hand and pointed with the other. Do you see this? I didn’t dare look away, but I heard her walk over and gasp.

The cookie jar. It’s the beak, isn’t it? I nodded. Its little ceramic beak had always been closed, but now it was open, as if it had come to life just long enough to hoot at us. Stunned, we looked at each other, then back at it, and the beak was closed again. The jar looked like it had before, but now it seemed smug, like a teacher getting through to a particularly slow student.

"That looks like magic to me. Jenny, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Nothing, I swear!

"I’ve got a lot of words for what just happened, but ‘nothing’ is most certainly not one of them. When did you say your transformation happened?"

It was about a month after classes started, so… mid-September, I guess? A little later?

She opened her phone and brought up the calendar. Can you narrow it down at all?

I could try. I flipped to September and thought back. I’d met Tom on a Saturday, and our date had been… Here it is. It was when I woke up on the twenty-second.

"The equinox? That can’t be an accident."

The aqua-what?

She sighed. Ever wondered why our seasons start about two-thirds of the way into a month?

Not really. I headed back to my chair; I could feel a lecture coming.

Well, you know how the days are long during the summer and short in the winter?

I guess.

"See, this is why you always got Cs in science. That means there’s one shortest and one longest day in the year. Those are the solstices, when summer and winter start. So that means the length of our days and nights is always changing, and there have to be two days in the year when they’re equal. Those are the equinoxes: ‘equal nights.’ They’re halfway between the solstices, starting spring and fall."

Okay, but what does any of that have to do with me?

People who believe in magic hold those four days to be very powerful, even sacred. It’s no accident that Christmas and New Year’s are so close together; both of them relate to the winter solstice as the death of the old year and the birth of the new.

And the equinox? How is that significant?

Mom shrugged. I don’t know. Maybe as a time of change, or a symbol of balance. I’m no expert, but maybe I can make a few calls. You could try looking online, too. But for now, let’s just try to get some sleep. You look like you haven’t slept well in days. Isn’t that the truth? She smiled and kissed me good night, and I sat there for a while before turning in.

* * *

I turn the light off with one hand, my other on the doorknob. I take a deep breath and open the door, stepping out into darkness.

This isn’t right. The lamp should be on. As my eyes adjust, the room begins to take shape. Light peeks out around the curtains, and I can make out two beds. There’s a chair in the corner, and I recognize the motel room at last. My heart fills with dread, because I know what’s coming. I can’t speak. I’m supposed to sit on the near bed, but I rebel and choose the far one instead.

The floor lamp in the corner turns on, blinding me, and I raise my hand to cover my eyes. The person in the chair waits for me to lower it, and when I do, I see a beautiful middle-aged woman in an elegantly simple white dress. With her plain golden headband, she looks like royalty.

Greetings, Jennifer. I am Minerva, and I am here to apologize, that I may make amends.

I look down and see that I am Jenny again. I’m not surprised to recognize my lingerie. I’ve worn this outfit exactly once, and it was in this room. I feel like I should be embarrassed for a stranger to see me in it, but I’m not. Instead, I lock eyes with her in defiance. If she wants to gawk, let her.

Do I know you?

Not yet. I have been trying to reach you, so that I may make amends.

"Amends for what, exactly? What did you do to me?"

I had no part in altering your form. I erred in trying to show you what you were not ready to see, for I did not know about– she motions to indicate the room "–this incident. I acted thoughtlessly, and I ask your forgiveness."

"Sure, whatever. Just get me out of here; I don’t want to go through this night again. I can’t."

This is only a stage; Paul will not be joining us. You are safe here.

"I’m alone with a strange woman in a cheap motel room, with nothing but a sexy outfit to my name. You’re apologizing, but you won’t tell me what you’ve done. Just why should I feel safe?"

I am here to restore what has been stolen from you, so you may seek the justice you are being denied. In this place, you are under my protection. You are here to learn what you must know.

Why should I trust you?

"I bear you no malice, and I have apologized for my earlier clumsy attempts. Furthermore, you need my help. Be grateful that I am willing to give it."