This is a continuation of the story 'Contemplating Mother', but can stand on its own. A man reminisces about his mother and their strange relationship from his teen years to adulthood. There may be a lactation theme, but denial is the point of the story. Nursing persists only as an excuse to indulge in more intimate pursuits.
He was a grad school loner, she was making ends meet by selling roses in Pablo's bar. After a bit of a rocky start, the two begin to see eye-to-eye on any number of things! Much sickly sweetness ensues, and some stuff that's NOT so sickly sweet.
Have you ever noticed that true trans girls are more effeminate and accepting of men’s desires than most genetic women? I have. This is a short story of adoration, of love and acceptance, of relationship building, some genetic engineering, and of course, a little lust.