`Uncle Dan: My Newest Neighbor

It was Saturday morning. Hannah had just been picked up by her dad. She had cheer leading tryouts that morning and so our time together was cut short. I sat in my living room watching the news when I heard a car pull up out front. As I walked to the window to look out, a pickup pulled up and backed into the space next to my car. It was loaded to the brim with furniture and a bed set. As I continued to watch, a young girl about mid twenties got out of a mini SUV and walked over to the truck. She had auburn hair down past her shoulders. She was wearing a loose fitting pair of shorts and a bright, yellow midriff that hugged her ample B cup tits She was kind of short at about 5’5” with shapely legs that were very tan and muscular. Two guys got out of the truck and started unhooking the tie down straps on their cargo. She spoke with them for a few minutes then headed towards Devon’s apartment next to mine. I moved over to the front door and stepped out.

“You must be Morgan?” I asked.

She smiled and extended her hand out towards me. “And you have got to be Dan. Devon has told me all about you?”

“All?” I playfully jabbed.

She had a sly look on her face as she chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

I just smiled at the playful banter. “Do you need any help getting moved in?”

“No, I’ve got Tom and Tim to help me. They can handle all the big stuff.”

I nodded my understanding. She then turned pointing towards her vehicle.

“Once my dresser is set, I do have a lot of clothes in my car to carry in. You can help with that, if you’d like.”

“I’d be more than happy to.” I replied. She turned and opened the door to her place, propping the screen door open. I walked out to the truck where the two guys were pulling items off and setting them on the sidewalk. I noticed that these two were twins. I walked over and introduced myself. They seemed like decent gentlemen as they began carrying items into Morgan’s bedroom. I joined in and carried smaller items in as well. I carried the bed frame in and began assembling it. They brought the headboard and I secured it to the frame. Next came the dresser, night stand and mattress and box springs. It took about 45 minutes, but we had her all moved in. I saw the set of sheets she had set on the corner of her dresser. I began making the bed for her as I heard her thank them for their help and they headed out for the rest of their day. Morgan walked into the bedroom. She was amazed by what she saw.

“You don’t have to do that. I can make my own bed.”

As I tucked the top sheet under the mattress, I just smiled up at her. “I know, but this is one less thing you have to do.” She walked over, put her hand on my forearm and kissed me on the cheek. “Devon said you were a sweetheart.”

I proceeded to put the bedspread and pillows on her bed as she retrieved a box from her vehicle. When she returned, she began opening the box and putting her clothes away either in the closet or her dresser drawers. I ventured to her car and carried the other 5 boxes in for her. I looked at her taut legs as she bent over stowing items away in the bottom drawers. I don’t know what it was, but there was something about her. Something unique. She moved so gracefully. Her tits hung down and jiggled as she was bent over. I couldn’t help but stare. I could feel the fire building in my loins.

“Enjoying the show?” I heard her ask.

I snapped from my dream world and realized I had been caught staring at her body.

“Uhm, uh….as a matter of fact…” cough “ very much.” My face was the color of Santa’s suit. Morgan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Come over here.” she stated. I complied.

When I sat down, she looked down at her hands in her lap. “Devon said you were a really nice guy. I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

I nodded my head. “Sure, ask away.”

She seemed a little hesitant. “I’ve never been with a guy.” she admitted. I looked at her blankly, realizing she confessed to being a virgin.

“Okay.” I muttered. “So what do you need?” I questioned, full well knowing the direction this was headed in.

“I want my first time to be special.” she said. “But there’s something else.”

Again, I nodded, a sign for her to continue.

“I’m not like other girls.” Apparently she could see my confusion. “I’m trans.”

I sighed deeply as I took in and processed the information just given to me. “You’re trans but you’ve never had sex with anybody?” I said, somewhat stupidly.

She grabbed my hand. “I’ve had a few relationships, but when I reveal my secret, things go bad. One guy was so upset, he beat me severely. I ended up with a broken nose and lost several teeth. So you can see why I’m hesitant to mention it.”

Again, I just nodded my understanding. I placed my other hand on her two that were holding my left hand. “Morgan, I am in no way a person to judge. You have come to me with a problem and it’s my job to help you with it.:

She squeezed my hand. “Devon said I could trust you. So what do we do now?” she asked.

“Finish unpacking your stuff. I’ll take you out for dinner and we’ll see where it goes from there.” Now it was her turn to nod. “I’ll be back in a second. “ I got up and went over to my apartment. I returned a few minutes later handing her an enema product. “Here. When you shower and get ready, use this. It will make the evening a lot more enjoyable for both of us.” She took the package from me. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I was going for just a light peck, but she threw her free hand around my neck and pulled me in tight. Her mouth opened and her tongue came darting out. I returned the fervor of her passion, shoving my tongue back at her frolicking mouth. A few minutes later, we broke our kiss. I looked her in her hazel eyes. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” I then turned and headed to my apartment to wait for our date.



It was almost 4 that afternoon. I had just finished showering and getting dressed. I walked out into the front room to sit down for a bit. I heard a knock on my screen door. Morgan was standing there with a red cocktail dress on. Her hair and make up were done to perfection. She had a pair of two inch heels that made her calf muscles stand out and be recognized. I waved for her to come in.

“Are you ready?” she asked.