More Than A Fan - Chapter 12

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Becca sat in the restaurant, smiling, as Katie walked toward her table. She was puzzled that Tom wasn't sitting with Becca, but she was also scowling at Becca's smug expression. When Becca gestured to a vacant chair, Katie pulled it back from the table and sat down. "Where's Tom?" Katie demanded without pause.

"You don't have time for pleasantries," Becca asked with a smile, "like 'how are you, or 'how was your year'?"

"Cut the crap. This is the night it's over," Katie snapped. "Where's Tom?"

"I take it you had a very, unsatisfying year?" Becca asked with a wicked grin. "Did it get too frustrating being alone? Did you find a dildo and vibrator to be a poor substitute for a man?"

Katie's features clouded and anger burned in her eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't do that kind of thing."

"And you gave your husband to me for a year to be my consort," Becca reminded her, raising her wineglass to have a sip. "Or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget. And now your year is up. I want him back," Katie said with a scowl. "And you owe us four hundred thousand, too."

Becca laughed aloud, further annoying Katie. "To you, this was all about the money, wasn't it? You don't give a fuck about Tom, or his feelings, or what he wanted. All you saw were dollar signs, so you pimped him out faster than I used to be able to chug a beer!"

"That's none of your business now," Katie angrily retorted. "I want my husband back."

"No," Becca answered simply.

"What?" Katie's eyes widened as she comprehended Becca's response. "What do you mean, no?"

"Simple. You can't have him back." She calmly took another sip of her wine. "We have an agreement that he was my companion for a year. Now that the year is up, it's his choice, not yours." She looked like she'd forgotten something, and then she looked down and fumbled around in her purse, extracting an envelope. "Here. This is your last payment." She slid it across the table to Katie.

"You, you're breaking our agreement."

Becca shook her head. "No, I'm not. I kept my end of the deal. You kept yours. Now, the year is over, and Tom's a free agent." She grinned. "And I don't intend to let you win him back."

"You bitch!" Katie snarled. "He's my husband!"

Becca smiled. "Yes, I am a bitch. Do you know why I got the nickname Winter in high school? It was because people said I can be an Ice Cold Bitch when I don't get what I want. They said I can get really mean and nasty."

"I'm not going to let you have him. He's mine."

"So why did you pimp him out, then? Or did you find out, only after you let him go, that he treated you better than you deserved? Did you get so desperate for companionship and love that you had a lover or two to try to take his place?"

"What I did is no business of yours! It's my life."

"And yet you say that you're Tom's wife as if you really care about your marriage. It's all about you, isn't it? You want him back because you're realized how good he was to you, is that it? You want the money he was earning, right?" She leaned back in the chair, resting comfortably with confidence that rattled Katie. "Do you know what we've done for the last year?"

"That was your business," Katie tried to deflect the line of conversation, "because we had an agreement."

"Tom went with me touring. We cooked and ate a lot of meals together, a lot of different, unique, fun recipes. We cuddled on the couch, just enjoying each other's company. We talked. We went on hikes and went shopping together, and we went to clubs always together. And yes, we fucked like bunnies quite frequently and creatively, if I do say so myself." She was enjoying rubbing Katie's face over the past year. "And you know what? Tom is my best friend. He's gentle and warm, and caring. He's very considerate and, extremely passionate." Her eyes got a dazed, happy look in them as she recounted their love-making only a few hours earlier. "I don't understand how you couldn't see that or didn't appreciate it, but I'm glad you didn't."

"But that doesn't change the fact that he's married to me."

"How about if we let Tom decide?" Becca asked confidently. She turned toward the bar area. "Come here, sweetie," she called out.

Katie let her gaze follow Becca's, and the frown on her face deepened. "What, what the hell kind of joke are you pulling?" she demanded. "I want my husband, not some slut in a skimpy dress."

Amber sauntered easily, with feminine grace, to the table, where she took a seat beside Becca. "I'm not a slut, Katie," Amber purred in her sexy contralto voice.

"Where's Tom? Why did you bring this girl over here?"

Becca glanced at Amber, sharing an amused look. "Amber, why don't you tell Katie here a little more about yourself?"

Amber smiled, scooting closer to Becca and wrapping her arm around her waist. "Sure. After a year, I don't think you'd recognize your husband if he were right next to you, so you probably need an explanation."

"Knock off the riddles!" Katie was getting very agitated. "Where's Tom?"

"Right in front of you," Amber said with a sly grin. She saw Katie's eyes narrow, reflecting her confusion. Smiling, Amber looked at her purse and pulled out a paper, which she put in front of Katie.

Still frowning and puzzled, Katie glanced over the paperwork. "What, what's this about?" Her head was spinning Becca had told her that she wasn't getting Tom back, and then some confusing legal document was thrust in her face by a young lady.

"Simple," Amber answered, smiling. "I'm not Tom anymore. I'm legally Amber. I'm legally a woman, even though I'm more properly a pre-op transgender. That's a copy of the court order changing my name and gender."

Katie's mouth dropped open. "That's, that's ludicrous!" she blurted out before she looked at the paper again.

"And I don't want to come back to you. Not after comparing the way you treated me with the way Becca treats me. Not after living the last year with passion, daring, boldness, and adventure. Not after the way Becca loves me." Amber shook her head. "I'm not coming back to you or to the misery you brought to my life. I deserve to be happy, and Becca makes me very, very happy."

Becca smiled, pulling a folder of papers from beside herself. "You might want to look at these, too," she said to Katie as she dropped the folder on the table before the other woman.

The sinking feeling in Katie's gut was reflected in her shocked expression. "What is it?" she asked nervously.

"Divorce papers," Amber answered sweetly. "I filed them this afternoon, so the court hasn't had time to properly serve you."

"But,  but" Katie sputtered. "You're my husband!"

Becca finished her wine before she spoke. "Amber, you have a choice of going home with your wife, the woman who was callous enough to pimp you out to me for money, the woman you always fought with, the woman who wouldn't give you sex, or you can stay with me. A boring, unsatisfying life, or the adventure we've been having for the past year, and more. It's up to you."

Amber just smiled, and then, puzzlingly to Katie, began to sing. It was, Becca knew immediately, Amber's part from the duet, Special Girl, that Becca had written just for Amber. When she finished a refrain, she leaned close to Becca and gave her a long, passionate kiss. "What do you think my answer is, my love?" she asked in a sultry voice.

Katie sat, flabbergasted by the spectacle she was witnessing. Her jaw hung open in disbelief of almost everything, that Tom had been feminized to be Amber, full-time and legally, that he had filed for divorce, that he was enthusiastically happy with Becca. I'll sue you!" she screamed.

Becca just smiled. "Go ahead. If you knew anything about me, you'd know that I don't give a flying fuck about what the press says. And if you think that you'll make hay with me having a female lover, you ought to think again. It'll actually make me more popular with a lot of my fans, and it's perfectly legal for Amber and me to even get married if we wish. I'll have a field day describing your eagerness to take my offer, and then showing all the interesting things I had a couple of guys find out about you." She saw Katie pale. "Like I said, I get what I want, or I can be an ice-cold bitch."

Katie sat, absolutely stunned. She'd been too clever by half, thinking that Tom would be tired of the celebrity lifestyle and a bitchy rock star. Instead, she was outflanked and outmaneuvered. "I'll talk to my lawyer, and see what he has to say," she snapped as she stood.

"It'd be best to just sign the paper now," Amber said sweetly. "That way, you won't have any of our dispute and your behavior in the public record, which it will be if you fight me us on this."

Katie took the sheaf of papers and stormed out of the restaurant, her face a mask of rage at what had happened to her.

Amber watched her leave, and then turned to Becca, already having forgotten about Katie. "What do you want to do, my love?" she purred.

Becca kissed her. "There's a lovely little bed and breakfast up the coast. It's small and discrete, and there are some wonderful trails for hiking and picnicking. How about a little break to celebrate tonight, and the release of the music video for Special Girl?"

"Are the beds comfortable?" Amber asked with a naughty grin.

Becca smiled wickedly. "Depends on whether you're on top or on the bottom!"

"You're so fucking naughty," Amber giggled.

"So are you," Becca said. "That's what I love about you. You're my best friend as Amber, and with little Tom still hanging around, you're the best lover I've ever had."

Amber blushed at the compliment. "And you're my best friend and lover. And I don't think Tom is so little, do you? At least, you always go on and on about how big and satisfying he is!" she added with a grin.

When Becca stopped giggling at Amber's comment, she continued, "While we're here, I've got a couple of more things I want to talk about with you."

"Oh?" Amber was surprised at the new topics and a little fearful.

"Not like that," Becca replied quickly, having read Amber's expression. "First," she dug in her purse again and pulled out a little box. "As soon as the divorce is finalized," she said, opening the box and revealing a stunning diamond ring, "I want to marry you. If you'll have me, that is."

Amber wiped at the tears which suddenly appeared in her eyes. "Oh, Becca!" she cried softly. "Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" She wrapped her arms around Becca tightly, holding her close and crying tears of happiness on her shoulder.

After a few moments, Amber released her embrace enough that Becca could slip the engagement ring on her finger. Amber stared at it lovingly and then kissed Becca again. "It's it's gorgeous." A frown crossed her face. "But, I don't have one for you."

Becca laughed. "Did I forget to mention that there are some nice boutique jewelers near the B&B, where we can go shopping for a ring from you to me?"

Amber's mouth dropped open as her eyes widened, and then she slapped Becca's arm playfully. "Oh, you!" After a few moments, she recalled something Becca had said earlier. "You said there were two things."

"Oh, yeah, there is something else. But it's kind of small." She seemed almost passé about the other thing she had to tell Amber.

"What is it?" Amber begged, her curiosity whetted.

"It's nothing really. I was at the doctor the other day."

Amber's eyes widened. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, suddenly concerned for her lover.

"Depends on," Becca said with a shrug, "whether you consider being pregnant something wrong." She watched with a grin as Amber's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You're, pregnant?" Amber squealed with delight. "But "

Becca smiled. "You know all those samples for the doctor? Well, they weren't really for tests. I wanted to save some of your, contributions, in case the supplements and hormones affected whether little Tom could still get me pregnant." She grinned naughtily. "I know they haven't affected the way you pin me to the bed!"

Amber frowned. "You did plan this from the very beginning, didn't you?"

Becca laughed. “No," she admitted. "I didn't plan on any of this. It's just that, when I was getting to know you, I surprised myself by starting to actually care about you. And when Linda told me some of your hidden desires, which kind of matched up with my kinks" She paused, looking down. "I found myself falling in love with you, you're crazy about me, and we're going to have a baby together. So would it have really mattered?"

Amber looked thoughtful for a moment before she smiled warmly. "No. It wouldn't have." She hugged Becca again. "You've made me the happiest girl in the whole world!" She thought she saw movement and glanced to the side. "There's a photographer looking at us through the window."

"I don't give a rat's ass," Becca said, as her lips sought Amber's. "Let them have their little gossip. I've got you." She grinned. "I've got our bags in the car, so how about if we start our little romantic getaway?"

Amber purred with content. "That sounds wonderful." She stood with Becca, clutching her arm tightly, as they walked out to Becca's car.

"Oh, there's one other thing I found out," Becca said as she slipped into the driver's seat of her car. "With the hormones you've been taking, there's a way to make it so that you can nurse our baby, too."

"You're always full of surprises," Amber said with a happy smile. "And I like it that way."