Sarah Fantasizes About a Trans Colleague [F27 TF26] [Solo] [Transgender] [Fantasy] [Masturbation] [Sci-fi]

I'm writing a sci-fi novel atm but I'm also a year away from vaginoplasty \[TF\] and I've decided to use my novel to explore, specifically to determine if I actually want a Vagina at all. (The more explicit stuff won't be published with the book)

There's a lot of initial context in the beginning so it's something of a slow burn. let me know if anyone wants subsequent excerpts as Sarah and Charlotte grow closer and encounter each other outside of fantasy.

(Characters are Commander Sarah Menar of the Terran Union Navy, Commander Charlotte Aldarna of the Aldarna Republic Navy and Major Agnes Verston of the Imperial Cetaen Supremacy all currently stuck on the stranded and alone battleship ARS Andromeda crashed on the surface of an unknown planet)

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Sarah hesitated as she read the message she’d received, “**Maj. Verston:** Did Cmdr Aldarna invite you to view her black box data?”

Sarah contemplated her response, “**You:** She’s shared all of it with you and she took point, if she wanted you there I thought it her right to invite you herself.”

“**Maj. Verston:** Is it genuine interest or is your seduction a tactic?”

Sarah blinked, scanning over the message repeatedly as if for hidden meaning.

Verston sent another without a response, “**Maj. Verston:** If it matters my attempts, though met with an almost allergic reaction, were genuine. I commend you either way.”

Sarah’s mouth fell open, “**You:** I’m not a seductress and FYI I’ve made no attempt at ‘seduction’”

She decided to add, “**You:** I’ve been entirely professional.”

“**Maj. Verston:** I suppose you two are naturally compatible. Likely because you are neither Cetaen or 10 years her senior.”

Sarah felt extremely uncomfortable at the conversation and had a distinct desire to inflict the same on her, now, opponent, “**You:** Coming up on your next required Breed? Looking for mates?” she typed it out but hesitated before sending… She saw Agnes’ eyes darken at the mention of the concept… This was too far…

Sarah deleted what she’d typed and decided extracting herself from the conversation was sufficient.

She swiped out of the chat and put her communicator back in her pocket.

But Agnes’ misunderstanding of Sarah’s relationship with Charlotte lingered in her mind… 

She barely moved to look when Charlotte and Dianne exited the briefing room to her right, instead, and without a pause, stating, “I’ve got something to do, Commander, Ambassador; Excuse me,” she said, marching swiftly to the turbolift and trying not to groan when she spotted Terran News Network’s (TNN's) Liz Daverton inside… ‘Not NOW’

“Hello again, Commander… You look unsettled, is that because of the briefing?” Daverton asked.

Sarah didn’t look to her right at either her or her camera drone as she selected deck nine where her team was holed up, “Yes,” she lied.

‘I’m NOT unsettled! Why would I be?’

“I’ve already got the facts from the other attendees but they seemed to indicate Commander Aldarna was accessing the ship’s emergency data recorder just prior to it and I lost track of you around that time when you helped Major Verston to sickbay…” Daverton let the question end there, keeping it as open ended as possible.

Sarah decided she wouldn’t just play nice this time, “Are you asking me a question, Miss Daverton?”

“I suppose I’m asking if you accessed the black box with her… She didn’t allow the same opportunity to Major Verston, was another more junior Cetaen officer present?” Daverton asked.

Sarah worked her jaw as the lift stopped but needed to set the record straight, turning around as she exited onto the deck, “Commander Aldarna and I worked together on the investigation into Gene Andie, she invited me as a courtesy, a PROFESSIONAL courtesy,” she said before swiveling around and marching forth.

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Charlotte felt strangely hurt at the sudden change of plans, watching the turbolift doors close behind Sarah…

“What the fuck is up with you two?” Dianne asked.

Charlotte tore her eyes from the doors, “I have no fucking idea…” she said, honestly.

This LACK of honesty from Sarah’s was a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor… Charlotte couldn’t understand what could’ve changed… 

But she had her confidant back again, why not take advantage, “You know how I realized something was wrong before the ambush?” Charlotte asked as she and Dianne made their own way to another turbolift.

“I have a feeling I will in a moment,” Dianne said, mocking Charlotte’s rhetorical question as they entered the turbolift.

Charlotte jumped slightly at being suddenly confronted by Aladarna Independent News Service (AINS) corespondent Adrian Monoke and his accompanying camera drone, “Commander Aldarna, Ambassador! Perhaps you could provide clarity on the briefing?” He asked as the sisters entered.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, “Have you been stalking the turbolifts to the bridge cause you’re not actually allowed in?” She asked.

Monoke didn’t take notice, “Is it true that President Gordon orchestrated all of this? That she planned a war on Ceta?” 

Charlotte knew her sister wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

Dianne spun her chair to face Monoke as the turbolift door opened again, “Erin Gordon is a long time proponent for the normalization of relations with the Cetaen Supremacy, a war would make no sense,”

Charlotte growled quietly in disapproval at her sister’s support of Erin’s policy by association and stepped out, turning around and leaning against the corridor wall, waiting for Dianne to join.

Dianne did eventually join her without Adrian Monoke after doing her best impression of a master politician, another aspect of her sister Charlotte disapproved of.

The weaving of half truths and white lies… 

Charlotte knew mention of that fact would start an unwinnable argument for either of them so resumed their last conversation, “Sarah... Commander Menar received a priority comm right before the ships arrived that said something along the lines of: ‘Prepare for combat and don’t trust the Aldarnas’ which I know because right after she received it, she disobeyed that order and SHOWED IT TO ME,” Charlotte said mas they came to a stop outside her quarters.

“Why would she do that?” Dianne asked as they entered.

Charlotte turned around theatrically as she relayed the continuation of the absurdity, “That was BEFORE she confessed, unprompted, to me about secretly contacting Major Verston behind my back about the investigation,” she said, moving to open the fridge.

Charlotte could feel Dianne’s raised eyebrow though her sister said nothing.

“What?” Charlotte asked, scanning the fridge for whatever the kitchen delivered.

“She seems very fond of you, Charlie, but risking court martial isn’t something you do for just anyone, even if you ARE fond of them,” Dianne said.

Charlotte turned to her sister, slamming the fridge closed, “The kitchen hasn’t made deliveries yet, we need to fetch whatever they have directly,” she said, evading.

‘Sarah DOESN’T have feelings for me,’

“I think Commander Menar feels guilty…” Charlotte theorized as the sisters re-entered the corridor.

“Why?” Dianne asked.

Charlotte led Dianne to another turbolift, pressing the call button and waiting, “The whole time she’d been around me she’d stare at like my jawline or breasts or Adam's apple; I told her I noticed and didn’t like it and she looked genuinely remorseful and DID stop,” Charlotte said, watching her sister.

Dianne nodded but still seemed skeptical, “If she WAS romantically attracted-”

Charlotte entered the turbolift as it arrived, “Which would be contrary to the evidence,” Charlotte interrupted.

Dianne entered and Charlotte pressed the control for the mess hall deck, “IF, how would you feel about that?” She asked, slightly teasingly.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms as she glanced down to her sister, “You think I’m wrong?” she asked, dodging the question.

Dianne shrugged innocently but mischievously.

Charlotte rolled her eyes as the doors opened and they exited, she kept her arms crossed.

Dianne didn’t say anything but Charlotte continued to ponder the possibility, “She’s such a loose cannon though… The disobeying orders and contacting Verston, now abandoning the lunch for no reason,” Charlotte said as they made their way down the growingly noisy and populated corridor.

\-

Sarah had initially intended to go to her team but couldn’t bear the thought of not being alone just now… She went to her quarters and now sat on the edge of her bed, looking out at the planet’s surface through the generous window.

‘Why am I feeling this… Distress… The Major’s wrong and what does it even matter if she isn’t?’

She watched the clouds cast shadows on the open fields… ‘I wish these windows opened…’

She frowned, “Computer, can these windows open when in breathable atmosphere?”

“Affirmative,”

Sarah raised her eyebrows, standing immediately and scanning the window’s border,   

“Computer, HOW do I open the windows?” She asked.

“Insufficient authorization,” it responded, unhelpfully.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, “So they’re opened electronically…” she muttered to herself, scanning the wall below the window for panels where she could access the controls and hot-wire them.

“Bingo,” she said, kneeling down and gripping at the small seam, to no avail… ‘I don’t have the energy for this’

Sarah withdrew her sidearm, set it for a cutting beam and began slicing through… Surprisingly without protest from the computer, likely with reduced monitoring from running on auxiliary power.

Sarah worked furiously but eventually succeeded, standing again in triumph as the transparent metal of the pane slid up and out of sight, allowing in the breeze and the smell of nature, only slightly tempered by the smell of burning and damage from the mighty battleship’s battered external hull.

Sarah dropped her sidearm to the carpeted floor, not caring for standard firearm safety protocols as she leaned on the edge of the window, panting from the effort and emotional distress.

“Charlotte Aldarna…” She muttered aloud to herself, feeling somehow isolated by the open window, the wind loud in her ears… “The woman, who IS a woman but has a penis… and Agnes Verston… the Bitch…”

She scanned the visible veld from her position, twenty or so decks placing her almost a hundred meters in the air… It was just like any other planet… The trees were green… The grass was green…

Sarah immersed herself in the scene… But her mind was no longer under her strict control… It drifted…

Charlotte was beautiful… Sarah knew herself to be entirely gay and wouldn’t previously dreamed of being attracted to someone with Charlotte’s anatomy…

Sarah noticed where her mind was going… But didn’t stop it… What harm could simple imagination do?

She’d seen the distinct forms of breasts in that brief moment when Charlotte’s were clothed only in her military standard issue undershirt…

‘What if Verston WAS right… In a way… She said we were naturally compatible… what if? What if indeed… Charlotte hates me…’

Sarah sat back down on the edge of the bed, wishing the comfort of just climbing into it, under the covers… Her mind inserted Charlotte into the otherwise mild fantasy of doing so… Sarah pictured Charlotte in there with her…

‘I wonder what It’d be like?’

Sarah had never even seen a penis, at least not in a sexual context… She did know what the rest of Charlotte would be like…

Her lips looked soft… Rich…

Sarah’s own mouth quivered and moved absentmindedly… Imagining what it’d be like… Just to kiss her… Lifting that pale blue undershirt… Charlotte’s small breasts laying below…

Sarah groaned, irritated at herself, clenching her thighs together hard as a sort of denial of this fantasy.

The soft breeze felt fantastic against her unwashed and weary skin… 

She moaned longingly as she fell back onto her back… ‘Oh what’s the harm?’

“Computer, lock the doors…” She said, running her non dominant left hand down her front to her pelvis…

She’d never done it this way but her broken right arm made it a necessity.

She imagined this unfamiliar hand was Charlotte’s… Running up and down on the outside of her uniform trousers… The slightest bit of sensation reaching Sarah’s pussy beneath…

She imagined Charlotte taking a dominant role, perhaps above her, kissing gradually lower on Sarah’s neck and torso… Finding her breasts…

‘Wish I had my other hand…’

Sarah undid her belt buckle and slid her trousers and underwear down to her knees, pulling herself onto the bed in a more central position.

The wind licked at the accumulated arousal fluid dripping down Sarah’s thighs.

‘But how might it be different?’

She imagined undressing Charlotte, like unwrapping a present… In the fantasy her upper body was already exposed to the breeze… Goosebumps likely forming on her soft skin…

She imagined undoing Charlotte’s belt as well, sliding them down… 

She didn’t know what the specifics would be with a penis… But she knew how one might feel… Just like any other body part… Soft… Warm… ‘Maybe not soft…’

Sarah moved her hand down to her, now exposed, genitals… Running a teasing finger up and down her labial lips, stopping… Leaving her forefinger gently resting on her clitoris…

Sarah rubbed, longingly… She’d been penetrated by toys before…

She slid her middle and ring fingers inside, picturing Charlotte’s pelvis now pressed against her own…

She moaned to herself, pulling in and out again, maneuvering her thumb to continue stimulating her clit.

Her lips resumed their absentminded movement as she closed her eyes, imagining Charlotte kissing her simultaneously…

Her right hand, limited in it’s movement by the exoskeletal cast did all it could, clenching into a hard fist as Sarah grew more and more invested in the fantasy.

She imagine what Charlotte might feel like in her mouth… She knew what one looked like even if she’d never handled one…

She imagine her lips, lingering just beyond Charlotte’s tip…

Sarah flipped onto her front, imagining taking control of the encounter, her breasts pressed against the soft covers but her mind placing her mouth around Charlotte Aldarna’s womanhood…

Sarah bit down on a fold of covers, imagining it as she continued working on herself.

She moaned loudly into the drool soaked fold she’d bitten down on, her fantasy exploding in a climax…

Sarah let go of the fold of covers and rolled onto her side…

She felt the relief and satisfaction at the release but also felt rather ashamed… She’d just pictured having sex with someone she wasn’t in a relationship with… It was an invasion or overstepping somehow, Sarah knew it…

‘It’s not like she ever needs to know…’