Paul of Christina

"I want you to do me good, baby," Nancy whispered in a man's ear while stroking her naked, sweaty body against the man's rock solid abdomen. She couldn't stop kissing the man. Nancy couldn't wait to have intercourse with him. She met the man three hours ago at a local bar and she was already riding his bones in the back seat of her sedan. Nancy was bouncing hard on the man. She had her silver Volkswagen Jetta rocking back and forth.

"You want me to work harder?" The man asked Nancy through his heavy breathing. The man's name was Paul Chandler, and he worked himself on Nancy. He had already penetrated himself into the young woman's body. Paul wanted to rock Nancy's world, but he wanted to do it slowly. He didn't want to cause Nancy any discomfort. He could see the blissful expression on her face, which let him know that he wasn't hurting her.

"Just keep going! Don't stop!" Nancy breathlessly announced. She didn't want to do it nice and slow like Paul. She enjoyed pain during love-making and she wanted it hot and heavy. Nancy had her body sitting on top of Paul, like a child riding on a coin-operated kiddie ride. Nancy was drunk and wild. She didn't have a care in the world. All she saw was Paul and his six-pack abs. All Nancy saw was Paul's edgy good looks and his well-trimmed beard. She lusted after his prominent jawline, his midnight black eyes and his long raven black hair, which he tied back into a ponytail. All Nancy could see was the tattoos on Paul's commandingly muscular body. She enjoyed herself too much. While she was grinding on Paul, she was gyrating her sweaty hips to the Jonas Brothers' X, which was playing through her car's speakers at a low volume.

"I feel like I can tell you anything," Paul spoke up to Nancy through a resounding whisper. He had his strong hands massaging Nancy's breasts. "I could tell you anything right now and you wouldn't get mad at me. I can trust you." Paul kept whispering up at Nancy, but in a passionate, forceful manner. Paul wanted to give Nancy his best. He also had to pretend that he could feel himself inside of Nancy. Paul's genitals had a slight complication. He didn't have a birth defect. He didn't have erectile issues either. Paul had a perfect erection, but there was something wrong.

"You can tell me anything, Baby. You can talk to me, but just don't stop kissing me!" Nancy passionately shot her words back down at Paul and she didn't want to stop riding him. The young woman instantly became attracted to Paul when she saw him at the bar. There was something perfect about his face. Nancy saw a softness in Paul's eyes that attracted her to him like a magnet. She had never seen such a softness in a man's eyes before. It was a mysterious softness. An uncanny and alluring softness that could melt the heart of any woman. It melted Nancy's heart and she could relate to the softness. She couldn't understand it, but she could sense something different about Paul. He had pretty boy looks, but he also had a bad boy ruggedness in his face. His eyes were soft with a hardcore edge. Nancy even noticed Paul's unusually muscular body. She noticed how his arms were brawny but yet curvy. Paul had the body type that Nancy liked. She loved big muscular guys. She could see how sturdy and big Paul was, yet there was a vulnerability in his muscular physique that Nancy could sense and it was arousing her even more.

"I can tell you anything, right? You won't get mad at me?" Paul wanted Nancy's word. He had Nancy right where he wanted her. He loved having her on top of him. "I can tell you anything?" Paul kept asking Nancy. He needed reassurance from Nancy.

"Baby, you can tell me you're an axe murderer and I wouldn't give a damn." It amazed Nancy that she could talk to Paul while trying to capture an orgasm. The young woman was out of breath while answering Paul. She normally didn't like to talk during sex, but with Paul, she felt willing to make an exception. "F*cking tell me! Tell me anything you want me to know. I'll be your psychiatrist tonight!" Nancy giggled while moaning and gasping from the pleasure that enraptured her body. She threw her head back while still rocking her naked body back and forth on Paul. Nancy's long, medium red hair would whip through the air every time she would throw her head around.

There was a brief silence between Nancy and Paul. Only moans of pleasure echoed inside the car, and the moans were mostly coming from Nancy. Nancy was moaning hard because of the heavenly explosion that was blooming inside her. She felt that nothing could ruin her explosion. Nancy thought she would still enjoy being with Paul even if he told her he was an axe murderer. Her body was one with Paul. She became lost in her moment, but she still waited to hear Paul's confession.

"I have to tell you something." Paul went back to whispering. He no longer had his hands groping on Nancy's breasts. He still pretended to be enjoying himself and he had his hands groping on Nancy's curvaceous hips.

"What do you want to tell me, Baby?" Nancy gasped through her words when she felt her orgasm getting closer. The young woman wanted to maintain her pleasure as long as possible.

Paul licked his lips. "There's something you need to know about me. I feel like I can tell you this because you love me." Paul had already projected his romantic ideas onto Nancy. He had been searching for his soulmate. He had been searching for a woman who would accept him even after knowing the truth about him.

"Are you going to tell me or not? Tell me and stop screwing around! You can tell me anything!" Nancy barked at Paul, but through a soft, affectionate tone of voice. Nancy became enamored with Paul, but she wasn't madly in love with him. She was becoming impatient with Paul when she didn't hear him talking. "Tell me your confession. I'm waiting for you to—"

"I used to be a woman!" Paul cut off Nancy's words with his confession. Paul saw Nancy's body come to a devastating stop. He knew he was in trouble when he no longer felt her hips were no longer gyrating between his legs. Paul watched as Nancy moved her hair away from her face while staring down at him with her mouth open.

"Wait, what did you say?" Nancy uttered out pitifully. The young woman knew she was drunk, and she wondered if she heard Paul correctly. Nancy hoped that she heard Paul wrong, but Paul crushed her hopes when he repeated himself.

"I wasn't born a man. I used to be a woman," Paul said while sitting up slightly. "I was born a female, and I had a sex-change when I was twenty-eight years old. I had my breasts removed when I was twenty-nine." Paul let it all out in front of Nancy. He could see that he had taken the wind out of her cells with his confession.

Nancy looked shocked at first, but then she gave Paul an incredulous smirk. "You're kidding, right?" Nancy giggled at the possibility that Paul was joking with her. "Is this a joke?" Nancy spoke with a slur in her speech and she felt intoxicated until Paul revealed his truth which woke her up.

"No, I'm not joking. I'll prove it to you." Paul pulled down his denim jeans, and he fully revealed his private area to Nancy. He had to lift Nancy off his lap so he could show her she was sitting on top of a fake flesh-colored penis strap. Even the elastic straps on the fake genitals were the same color as Paul's skin.

"What the f*ck!?" Nancy jumped back from Paul when she saw the fake male phallic strap he was wearing. She watched as Paul removed his fake manhood strap to reveal that he had female genitalia. Nancy was so drunk that she noticed nothing strange about Paul's manhood. She was sitting on top of a seven-inch long strap-on and she never knew it. "What the f*ck!?" Nancy shouted again after Paul placed the phallic strap down in front of her. Nancy had to find out that Paul had female genitalia. Nancy felt like she had been conned. She felt like Paul had played her for a sucker.

"I wanted you to know the truth. My name used to be Christina." Paul kept making his confession and he could see Nancy's face turning white as snow.

"The truth?" Nancy was gasping, but she wasn't gasping from pleasure. "You used to be a girl? That's the truth?" Nancy couldn't believe what was happening to her. It felt surreal.

"I used to be a woman, but now I'm a transgender man." Paul reached out to touch Nancy's face, and he watched as Nancy slapped his hand away.

"You just want me to accept this!? You tell me this like I'm supposed to accept it!?" Nancy broke into a sweat. She didn't want Paul to touch her. The back seat was tight, and Nancy tried to scoot away from Paul. "You're a f*cking girl! I thought you were a guy!" Nancy's drunken slur made her sound like she was about to cry.

"I'm a man. I'm a trans guy!"

"You're not a f*cking guy!" Nancy attacked Paul's words. "Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. You just dropped this sh*t on me and I wasn't ready for it. I'm sorry." Nancy tried to calm herself, which was difficult. The young woman took a deep breath while putting her hand up to her forehead. "I respect the trans community but it's just not my thing. Don't get me wrong, Caitlin Jenner is our governor and I love her, but I'm not into the trans community in a sexual way. I like men and I thought you were a man. I didn’t know you were a trans man or trans girl, or whatever," Nancy spoke softly. She crawled away from Paul, hugging the rear passenger door with her hand covering her face.

"I'm a man. Why do you keep thinking I'm not a man!?" Paul's voice escalated a little. The transman could feel Nancy's rejection.

Nancy took her hand away from her face. "You're not a real man. I'm sorry, I meant to say that I'm attracted to guys who were born with their penis." Nancy didn't want to insult Paul, and she knew her words were coming out wrong. She still couldn't believe that Paul used to be a woman. His outward appearance had completely fooled her.

"I can have a surgical procedure. I can have a penis transplant." Paul reached out to touch Nancy's face again. He felt hopeful when she allowed him to touch her hair. "I like you and I think we'd make a cute couple. I can be the man you want me to be." Paul eased his way closer to Nancy. He tried to soothe her by brushing his fingers through her hair.

"I thought you were a man." Nancy wanted to warm up to Paul, but she couldn't do it. She felt like a woman who found out that her slice of chocolate cake was a piece of non-edible plastic. Nancy moved her hair away from Paul's hand. She wanted to get away from Paul, feeling chills crawling down her spine. Nancy picked up her bra, which was lying on the backseat floor. She quickly put her bra back on, and she thought about how she needed to go home to see her son.

"You told me I could tell you I was an axe murderer and you wouldn't give a damn. You said that I could tell you anything." Paul threw Nancy's words back in her face. He didn't enjoy feeling rejected by Nancy.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I need to get back home." Nancy searched for a way to escape from Paul. She felt bad for Paul, but she also felt hurt by him. "Why didn't you tell me you used to be a woman before you f*cked me? You had me thinking you were a handsome, big, strong guy this whole time! I was attracted to you and then you played me for a sucker. You took advantage of me!" Nancy tried to resist feeling hurt by Paul, but she couldn't do it. She fussed at Paul while struggling to reattach the fasteners on her bra.

"Let me help you." Paul tried to help Nancy with her bra, but he got yelled at.

"I don't need your help! Don't touch me!" Nancy moved her body away from Paul. She finally attached the fasteners on her bra and she moved on to putting on her panties and her blue jeans.

"I can see that you don't want me anymore. You think I'm disgusting, don't you?" Paul had a subtle hostile tone in his deep voice. He wanted to stop Nancy from putting on her clothes. He wanted to stop her from resisting him.

"I don't think you're disgusting. I just need to get home." Nancy almost spoke with a panic in her voice. "I need to get back home so I can see my kid. He was running a fever this morning. My mom is watching him, but I need to get back to him." Nancy gave Paul a reason behind why she needed to leave him. What she was telling Paul was the truth. Nancy could sense an ominous atmosphere around Paul. She didn't want the ominous atmosphere in her car.

"You weren't talking about going home to see your kid earlier. After I told you I used to be a woman, now you need to go home to see your kid? You're just trying to get away from me and I think you're lying. You probably don't even have a kid." Paul growled out his words. The transgender man felt a rage burning inside of him.

"I have a kid!" Nancy snapped back at Paul. She reached into her purse to pull out her phone, and she showed Paul a picture of her one-year-old son. Nancy could easily get to the picture of her son because she was using the photo of her son as her phone's screensaver. "This is my kid! I'm not f*cking lying to you!" Nancy defended herself. "My kid's name is Taylor. He's one years old and I've been a bad mom to him. I'll admit that. I should be at home with him but I'm out all night drinking at bars and having sex with guys I just met. I'll admit that I'm a stupid bitch of a mother. Maybe I'm being punished for being a bad mom. I should be at home taking care of my baby, but instead, I'm out having sex in the back seat of my car with a guy who's really a girl." Nancy's voice trembled a little as she spoke out her feelings. The mother thought her sins were catching up with her. She could feel them catching up with her through Paul. She thought Paul would understand her motherhood since he used to be a woman. Paul was a woman. There was no doubt about that. Nancy could see vaginal lips between Paul's legs. She got a good look at it before Paul covered it back up with his boxer briefs and his denim jeans. Nancy was still in shock and she couldn't believe that Paul had tricked her into believing that she was with a man.

"I used to be a mom," Paul told Nancy through his gentle but unnerving deep voice. Before I became a transgender man, I had a husband and a daughter. My husband's name was Kyle, and my daughter’s name was Brianna. They were my darlings and loved them very much."

Nancy still wanted to get away from Paul, but she listened to his story. "What happened to your darlings that you loved very much?" Nancy asked timidly while watching Paul pull out his phone.

"I killed them," Paul answered Nancy with ease in his voice. He answered her so easily that he made his answer sound like a carryout order. "Would it disgust you more if I told you I was a killer?" Paul scooted his huge muscular body closer to Nancy, and he knew that he had her trapped. "Which do you find more disgusting about me? Me being a killer or me being a trans man?"

Nancy had her mouth gaped open slightly while staring at Paul and feeling like she was staring at a person who wasn't real. She didn't know how to respond to the transgender man. She wanted to tell Paul to get out of her car, but she was too afraid at first.

"I know you think I'm disgusting." Paul went back to speaking. He decided not to give Nancy a chance to answer his question. "I thought you would accept me for who I am. But you think I'm a freak, don't you? You don't think I'm a real man! You're just like the others. They reacted the same way after I told them the truth."

"I need to get home, and I need you to get out of my car, please." Nancy found the courage to tell Paul what she wanted him to do. The young woman could sense something going wrong inside her car. She had her purse in her lap and she needed to find her pepper spray just in case Paul did something. The pepper spray was the only weapon Nancy had in her purse. She didn't want to hurt Paul, but she prepared to bring the trans man pain if he attempted to harm her. Nancy saw the news reports about the women found dead or missing. She didn't want to be another victim reported on the news.

"I have thirty-four confirmed kills." Paul made another confession. "I kill people because it's my job. I'm a hitman, or should I say I'm a transgender hitman. I take pictures of my victims. I have photos of them on my phone. Would you care to see them? They're beautiful pictures." Paul chuckled. The transgender assassin unlocked his phone, and he began showing Nancy pictures of dead people without waiting for Nancy to respond.

"I need to get home!" Nancy fell into a panic. She looked away from Paul's phone and she tried to open the rear passenger door, but Paul grabbed her arm. Nancy got the door open, but she wasn't fast enough in getting out of her car. "Please don't kill me! My baby is sick and I need to get home so I can see him! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone about this, I promise!" Nancy pleaded, but she knew she was about to die. She struggled to breathe after Paul wrapped his heavy arm around her throat. Nancy couldn't believe what was happening to her. She couldn't let herself get strangled. She had to fight to stay alive.

"Now you're trying to run from me? That's just great." Paul whispered viscerally in Nancy's ear while squeezing his arm around her throat. "I liked you and you're going to run from me? You're not going home tonight. Your baby will be fine without you." After Paul whispered those words in Nancy's ear, he got hit with a face full of pepper spray.

Nancy let out a war cry while spraying Paul in the face full blast. She found her pepper spray in her purse and she hoped that her weapon would save her. Nancy felt confident that she could handle Paul even though he was bigger than her. The young woman had to keep remembering that Paul used to be a woman. Nancy had to fight Paul, and she knew that his female DNA had to give him some bodily vulnerabilities. Nancy didn't know that Paul had pumped himself full of years of testosterone injections, which made him much stronger than the average woman. Paul had a strength that could easily match up with a man, and sadly, Nancy was about to find out how strong Paul was.

Paul struggled to see after getting sprayed in the face. The transgender hitman ignored his burning eyes and his burning lungs. Someone had sprayed Paul in the face with pepper spray before. The transgender man built up a tolerance toward pepper spray. Paul could endure pain. He had a high tolerance for it even when he was a woman. Paul invited pain, and he enjoyed it. The transgender killer would sometimes afflict pain on himself. One time, he pulled out his fingernail and poured sulfuric acid over his damaged fingertip. Paul would often torture himself to build up his endurance. He saw pain as a distraction. He thought acknowledging pain was a weakness. It was a feminine trait that Paul wanted to get rid of. Paul wanted to leave his womanhood behind. He wanted to leave Christina in the past along with all of her weaknesses.

Nancy fought with Paul. She used her elbow as a weapon. She struck Paul in the face as hard as she could with her elbow, and she tried to knock him away from her. Nancy saw that her pepper spray had little effect on Paul. She didn't understand why he wasn't coughing or struggling to breathe. Nancy's pepper spray caused her to cough instead of Paul. The pepper spray was so strong that it was burning Nancy's eyes and her lungs as if she had sprayed it directly into her own face. Nancy knew that pepper spray had the ability to cause an intense, temporary debilitating burning sensation. She knew that it could cause non-lethal inflammation of all mucous membranes in the eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs. She knew that it could cause the eyes to slam shut from intense burning and cause temporary blindness. Nancy didn't understand why her pepper spray didn't do any of those things to Paul. Nancy kept throwing punches at Paul, but her punches weren't hard enough to break any bone.

There was nothing Nancy could do to save her own life. Every time she would reach for her car door, she would get snatched back into a homicidal black hole. Nancy couldn't endure the punches she was dishing out. She was fighting a losing battle. Nancy screamed after Paul snapped her arm. She felt like she had gone from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds. Nancy didn't want this to happen. She didn't want her life to end this way. She tried to keep fighting, but her broken arm gave her too much pain. She couldn't get over the shock of seeing a bone sticking out of her forearm.

"I'm so sorry it had to end this way," Paul whispered to Nancy after snapping her arm like a twig. The assassin grabbed Nancy by her throat before pinning her down in the back seat. Paul drove his knee into Nancy's cleavage and he used his knee to hold her down.

"Please stop!" Nancy screamed at the top of her lungs. Those were her last words. Nancy couldn't withstand getting punched in the face full force. She fell into a permanent sleep after Paul brought his fist down on her face like a jackhammer. After beating Nancy to death, Paul slowly reached for his phone so he could snap a few pictures of Nancy's battered and bloody face. Paul would always take pictures after he would kill someone. In his mind, he thought he was immortalizing his victims by taking a picture of them. Paul did this when he was a woman. Christina snapped pictures of her husband and daughter after killing them.

"Why did you kill her?" A gentle, feminine voice emerged from Paul's throat. The female voice had a pure and loving nature, and it was the voice of Christina. Paul would try to keep Christina from talking inside of him. Most of the time, he was unsuccessful.

"I don't want to talk to you," Paul told Christina. The assassin trans man rolled his eyes when Christina's voice emerged again.

"You didn't have to kill her! You're a f*cking animal!" Whenever Christina would speak, she would change the pitch in Paul's voice. All the base would leave his voice, causing him to sound less masculine and more feminine. Even Paul's Texas accent would disappear and it would get replaced by Christina's Australian accent. "You killed this woman because you're an asshole! You made me kill my husband and my daughter before you possessed me! I enjoyed being a woman! I loved being a wife and a mother, and you turned me into a f*cking transgender man! You're just a demon controlling my body! "

"Shut the f*ck up!" Paul roared at Christina. "I want you to stop talking! Don't say another f*cking word to me!" The trans man wanted to put his fist through the rear window of Nancy's car. The killer hated to hear Christina's voice because she was the voice of his guilty conscience. Paul wanted to put an end to his female alter ego once and for all.

"I just have one more thing to say," Christina spoke again, changing Paul's voice to a soft half-whisper. "You gave me a sex-change, and I didn't want that. Now you've turned me into a killer. I was a flourishing beautiful wife and mother who had a gorgeous husband and an adorable little girl. You took all of that away from me. You ruined my life. One day, you will pay for what you did to me, Paul! I will make sure you die one day! I will f*cking kill you! Do you hear me!?" Christina's gentle voice faded off like a haunting wind.

Paul's voice went back to normal. Christina took her feminine essence away from Paul after she went silent. Paul felt tears swelling up in his eyes. He looked down at the damage he did to Nancy's face. The killer knew Christina would make him feel bad for killing Nancy. Christina would make Paul feel bad every time he would kill someone. He remembered that when he was Christina, his female side felt bad for the first time for killing her husband after they had sex. Paul thought about how Christina felt after she murdered her four-year-old daughter. He thought about how Christina held her daughter and cried while also singing a lullaby to her dead body. This was the same feeling that tormented Paul after he killed Nancy. The spirit of Christina would never leave Paul. He could still feel her sensitivity and her maternal instincts. Paul wanted to completely separate himself from Christina. He didn't want to feel bad after killing Nancy.

Christina would feel bad after killing someone, and Paul didn't want that feeling anymore. Paul knew that after all the hormone injections and the sex-change operations, he would always have the DNA of a woman and there was nothing he could do to change that. Paul had to face the fact that he could never permanently separate himself from Christina's way of thinking and her emotional state. He knew that he could never get rid of her maternal instincts and her loving nature. Paul knew that even though he was a transgender man, he would always have to battle Christina for the rest of his life.