Worlds of the Sex Gates

"Donna wants to have a baby," Rissa announced.

I smiled, picturing my best friend holding a baby in her arms. "That's wonderful!" I said. Then I remembered Rita, my love, back on Earth. I had left her alone and carrying our baby. A wave of intense sorrow engulfed me, but I managed to keep the smile on my face for Rissa's sake.

"She says she's ready for motherhood, or as ready as someone who was born male can ever be." Rissa smiled and tilted her head to one side, letting her long, blonde hair sweep over a bare shoulder.

As usual, I marveled at the complexities the sex gates had brought into our lives. A hint of the perfume Rissa wore drifted my way on a warm breeze. I eyed her cleavage and asked the obvious question. "Are you planning to father this baby "

"Not in my present condition." Rissa cupped her hands under her two lovely breasts, as if I hadn't noticed them. For our outing, she'd conjured up a skimpy halter-top sundress of greens and yellows and blues. Her twin mounds threatened to spill out of the two slashes of fabric that held them in place. The soft folds of the dress draped around her curves as if the cloth were alive, the luminous colors shifting and merging with every breath she took. As soon as she saw she'd grabbed my attention with her breasts, she clutched the hem with her scarlet nails and hiked it to the top of her slender thighs. She winked at me as I eyed this further proof of her femininity. When Russell changed into a woman he turned into flirt.

I coughed to clear my throat. "Nothing wrong with your present condition that I can see." My fingers itched to reach over and stroke the warm flesh of her thighs. It was a beautiful day in the Nexus, perfect for a tumble on the grass. My mood perked up a little at the thought of forgetting my problems between Rissa's thighs. The lewd sparkle in her dark blue eyes told me she was horny. Most people are after a trip through a gate.

"Do you think I look good as a woman " That was a silly question, but like most women Rissa loved a compliment. She patted her golden curls and arched her back slightly to display her breasts to greater advantage.

"I think you're sexy as hell and I'm prepared to prove it." I shot a torrid grin at her and put my arm around her slim waist. Taking the hint, she cuddled close. I'm not a very big man but Rissa still felt small and fragile and very feminine against me. It was intriguing, since when he was a man he was about my size.