Genderswapped for Alien Women | A TG MTF TF Story

A Wholesome Genderswap story that follows the delightful experience of an Officer in the Terran Union, who becomes a woman for the sake of Diplomacy with an alien world of all women.

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'Swapped for Galactic Peace' By Felicia Dumont

I became a diplomatic officer to help bring about peace between the Terran Union and its galactic neighbors. I wasn’t much of a soldier, but I figured I could save a lot of lives through diplomacy. This had always been my dream, after I’d experienced firsthand how war could ravage colonies and entire planets; affecting both its populace and the local ecosystems. I wanted to do whatever I could, to help put an end to that. Whether it was ensuring that tensions never arose in the first place, or that they were alleviated when they sparked. Even if I could ensure comfortable relations and help promote peace and safety, I would be happy. I knew I couldn’t solve everything, especially when I was ‘just’ the mouthpiece for my government and I could only be in one place at a time. But I was focused on doing my best, no matter which assignment I undertook.

But nothing could’ve prepared me for my assignment to the Noreen, a species of all women, who only let women onto their planet. I admittedly knew very little about the Noreen, since they were relatively far away from the Terran Union. We didn’t share any borders with them, or trade routes. They were a people belonging to a single world, but they were interstellar capable. Their society wasn’t so-much secretive and xenophobic as many reports seemed to indicate. They simply had (from what I could tell from the information we had on them) a very strict set of guidelines, pertaining to certain things. In their past, they had been subjugated by another species, the Vorsick, who were predominantly male-dominated. They fought long and hard to gain their independence and had been mostly on their own for over a hundred years. Due to their rough past, they had set certain laws in their new constitution, to ensure that history wouldn’t repeat itself. Essentially, any species unable to visit them on ‘their terms’ wasn’t worth negotiating with, which was why they often came off as cold and rigid.

As for me, I was going to be the first human to visit their world and begin proper dialogue with them, in an effort to bolster relations between the Terran Union and the Noreen. Due to our own military protocols, many officials or high ranking military officers couldn’t go anywhere alone.’ They needed an escort to some degree, whether it was advisors, aids, or guards. While there were plenty of women in all positions across the Terran Union, there wasn’t ‘An available woman of sufficient status in the civilian administration or military, who also had an all-female retinue who met the administration’s requirements.’ I did think this was peculiar when I read it, and I couldn’t help but think that there ‘had’ to be an available diplomacy officer, who was also a woman. So, I dug further into why ‘I’ was being given this assignment. Apparently, the key reason was the fact that I had been born on Retron IV, which had a stronger gravity than Earth and most of its other colonies. I was given specific drug therapies (same as any colonist born and raised there) to accommodate the higher gravity. This meant that I was also suitable for the equally strong gravity on the Noreen homeworld, which matched the one where I grew up. So while there were absolutely other diplomacy officers available, none of them were suited for the Noreen’s planet, like I was. Lucky me.

I had to undergo a transformative medical process where a mix of nanites and a unique protein were injected into my body. I was thankfully asleep for the entire process, but once I woke up, I was entirely changed. My brown hair grew out longer than I’d ever had it. My skin was slightly more pale and far more smooth. Any body hair that I had before (save for what was on the top of my head) was entirely gone. The treatment had even gotten rid of all the various little scars I’d accumulated from my hard life growing up on Retron IV. It didn’t diminish my ability to tolerate higher gravity though, as the changes were ‘mostly’ cosmetic on the outside, except for the fact that they needed to actually make me a female, with the proper anatomy that would allow me to actually bear offspring. It was certainly a strange thought.

I asked if I could keep my manhood, after reading that amongst the population of Noreen women, some of them ‘did’ have similar male equipment, but my mind kind of zoned out when the med tech explained why that wasn’t possible. Something to do with the fact the therapy wasn’t designed for that, mixed in with a lot of technical medical terms I had never heard before. All in all, I had to say, I kinda liked how my body turned out. I was worried without knowing what I’d look like beforehand, but now that I was done with the transformation and looking at myself in the mirror, I found that I was actually quite pretty. I’d be interested in a woman that looked like me, you know, if it wasn’t me.

I asked the med tech if my personality or mind were going to change at all. He told me that they ‘shouldn’t change much.’ Something to do with hormones, and other chemical changes. But he did say that I might feel different, but the therapy should accommodate and offset some of that. But he said that there was a possibility that my personality might change ‘naturally’ based on my environment and the fact that I was now in a woman’s body. Not-so-much due to the drug therapy or transformation specifically. I sort of understood what he was implying by this, but I wasn’t sure I was entirely happy with the answer.

Once I was cleared for work, I was taken to the star system the Noreen were at. It took a couple weeks to arrive, given the distance. This gave me some time to adjust to my new body and figure things out a bit on my own, which I was definitely thankful for, as I might’ve been overwhelmed if I had been thrown into this new persona on a whole new world with alien women. Speaking of which, the Noreen were actually very human-like, save for some genetic and internal-organ differences. They were a little taller on average than human women and their hair often had a silver, gold, cobalt, or emerald glint to it, based on consumption of local foods. They had more refined muscles and for some reason human scientists still couldn’t explain, they lived roughly five times as long as humans did, while retaining all their quality of life. They were a fascinating people. Despite my intense misgivings about my transformation, I found myself eager to experience life on their planet. This was only compounded by the lengthy trip where I had very little to do, other than get used to my new body, new clothes, makeup, and further research the Noreen.

When we arrived at the Noreen homeworld, I took an automated shuttle down to the surface. Their planet was of different architecture than most human cities and despite a little turbulence, I arrived at the shuttle port without issue and was greeted by my Noreen counterpart, Kinni. She was a pleasant enough woman with gold hair and she would be the one I would have most of my dealings with, unless I needed to speak with others in the Noreen government specifically. I was led to a tram that brought us to the sort of ‘embassy’ (small as it was) that I would reside in. This embassy was actually for ‘all’ species with diplomats on Noreen, so I did see other species around, most I recognized, some I didn’t. I had my own apartment and office within the embassy. They were attached, so I wouldn’t have to ever go far to engage in my work, unless I actually had to meet one of the Noreen elsewhere, possibly over a meal, or in a particular forum.

I had to admit, everything I experienced that first hour and ensuing day, really just proved to me that while there were some cultural differences between Humans and the Noreen, there certainly didn’t seem to be any reason our two peoples couldn’t be friends and potentially work together for the betterment of both our peoples.

I don’t actually know if the Noreen were told that I used to be male, or if my superiors ‘simply didn’t feel it relevant to tell them.’ And since I wasn’t told one way or another, I simply kept it a secret and did my best to act the part; not that it was that hard, since I somehow managed to naturally fall into what I felt was a normal persona, despite the fact that I did feel different overall.

I decided that I was going to try and subsist on local foods, since there hadn’t been any indication that I wouldn’t be able to, or that I would lack important nutrients on an entirely Noreen diet. So, when I ate, I went to the cafeteria at the embassy and tried various foods. I don’t know how ‘normal’ any of it was, whether I was eating things everyone on the planet ate, or if any of it was a delicacy, but I thought it all tasted pretty good and none of it looked repulsive. But there was one small problem that hadn’t been mentioned on the reports. All Noreen beverages had ‘some’ amount of alcohol content to them. I hadn’t realized this at first, because the taste of it was well hidden in everything I’d imbibed, but day after day, I was starting to notice a distinct oddness that I couldn’t account for otherwise. I felt more relaxed, casual, more eager to try new things. Inhibitions that might’ve prevented me from approaching someone to speak to them, or wandering around and exploring the city, were less that I would’ve imagined. So, it was only the following mornings of such days, that I realized something was off. I started researching the ingredients of what I was eating, along with what I was imbibing. Even just the water that the Noreen drank, was infused with vitamins and minerals and alcohol. Not a lot, mind you, but it was always 1-1.5%.

Then there were the non-water beverages. Most ranged from 5-10% individually. I just thought they all tasted good. I had no idea they were so freely disbursing alcohol. The Noreen weren’t as negatively affected by alcohol consumption health-wise, as humans were, especially over long periods of time. A Noreen’s body gained all the benefits you’d normally want when drinking alcohol, but with none of the damage or side effects it could inflict upon the body. It made them feel good, relaxed them, lowered inhibitions, made them more personable and even helped (to some extent) with decreased mortality. It was practically an ‘essential nutrient’ to them.

After learning this, I had to start requesting ‘non-alcoholic’ water at the cafeteria. They of course provided it, given that there were other species there in the embassy, that also couldn’t tolerate alcohol as well as the Noreen. But the whole situation certainly opened my eyes even more to them as a people.

It wasn’t always possible to get non-alcoholic beverages. Sometimes I had to meet an official somewhere in the city and ‘non alcoholic drinks’ simply weren’t available everywhere, given that it was an incredibly niche market. This led to me becoming a little tipsy at times, while trying my best to hide it. The Noreen had a much higher alcohol tolerance as well. Even if they gained the socially beneficial aspects, it wasn’t always as apparent, and it generally required more alcohol than what a human would need.

I quickly found myself having trouble keeping up with the influx of meetings I had. I didn’t have an aid. I didn’t have a secretary or an assistant or an intern or anything. It was just me, trying my best to organize my schedule to accommodate the various officials who wanted to speak to ‘The Human Representative.’ I was rarely referred to as my proper title of ‘Terran Union Ambassador.’ Then, after an initial meeting, I was simply referred to as  ‘Laura’ since my superiors thought it best I also take a different name than the masculine one of ‘Laurence.’

My meetings generally started off professional enough, but after some of the ‘business’ was dealt with, and I exchanged information, or learned what their interest was in whatever the Terran Union had, whether it was goods, knowledge, technology, or otherwise, the meetings tended to become far more relaxed, and felt more like I was in a simple social encounter, than representing the Terran Union on an alien world.

My datapad with the various profiles of women I met with, was becoming quite full. I did my best to keep track of everyone I encountered, along with what they were interested in and what they might want in return. But there was more to it than that. Since I often had ‘extended’ meetings that delved into more than professional matters (and I often had alcohol by that point) I even recorded other ‘notes’ about these women. Things such as their preference in music, locations, themes, entertainment, foods and drink, what they complimented me on in regards to my outfit, hair, accessories or my demeanor. I doubt I thought much of it at the time, especially when I’d been drinking, but when I reviewed some of my notes the next day, sometimes those ‘tidbits’ of information, read a lot like a date.

For instance, at the start of the week, I’d ended my day at one of the nearby diners. It was a pleasant little place with a view over the nearby sea. My meeting was with a woman named Adreya. She was quite frankly absolutely gorgeous. I was a little intimidated by her, but after we got to talking, I felt rather at ease with her. (The alcohol in the ‘Sea of Moonlit Stars’ drink I’d had, might’ve played some part in this.) Most beverages and foods tended to have flowery names. What essentially amounted to brown rice, was called ‘Grain of Shallow Splendor.’ So, whenever I, or my counterpart would order, it often sounded something like: “I’d like a Tempered Midnight Wanderer, with Crimson Blooms of Spring on Grains of Shallow Splendor, with a Sea of Moonlit Stars.” Which amounted to a cooked fish, with some sort of red cauliflower-like vegetable, on brown rice, with a very delicious dark-blue glittering alcoholic drink, which didn’t taste like it had any alcohol in it. The process of ordering food always sounded almost hypnotic. Not quite poetry, but it was all very flowering and sort of soothing? Hearing my Noreen counterpart order always sounded better than my fumbling with trying to read the terms from the menu without any proper continuity. The waitress was always smiling at me by the time I’d finished and looked up to her.

In this way, there was an almost romantic air created, simply from ordering, or even talking about what food you wanted. As for my notes, sure, there were the normal things that related to professional matters, but the ‘end’ of my notes, was always where things started to get just as flowery as the ordering process. For my notes on Adreya, I had things like: ‘She likes my necklace, make sure to wear the one with the red gem in it for her again.’ ‘She loves the sea, and would like to have our next meeting on one of the boats that circles the harbor, preferably at night under the full moons.’ (Nore, the Noreen homeworld, had three moons.) ‘I’ve caught her looking at my chest a few times. Should I show more cleavage?’ ‘She reached out and touched my hand a lot, caressing it at times. Is this normal Noreen behavior?’ ‘She bit her lower lip and looked me over from time to time, usually while I was talking about something. This felt very flirty. She’s flirting with me, right? She’s totally been flirting with me most of the night, right?’ ‘She expressed multiple times that we should see each other again, but made no mention of it being under a professional capacity.’

At first, I thought my meeting with Adreya was simply an outlier. A Noreen woman taking an interest in a human one. (Even if I hadn’t always been a woman. It wasn’t as if they would know, either.) But while my initial couple weeks of meetings were relatively tame? The meeting with Adreya became the standard soon after, with a noticeable increase in meetings. I found that I had to tell the aides and secretaries of various officials or otherwise, that my schedule was full for the next month, and even then, I was still asked when I could meet, regardless of how long it would take. While none of these women seemed to be in any hurry, they were all adamant about ensuring a meeting. The curious part of it was that none of my meetings were life changing, in any way. They were ordinary things. Trade negotiations, exchanges of information, and other simple things. It was refreshing to not have to negotiate border disputes, or sit across from someone who was actively engaged with the Terran Union’s military, and I certainly didn’t feel as if my talents were being ‘wasted’ but I’d never been so popular. Even when things were dire on other assignments and I became busy with many meetings, those meetings were usually very stressful. Now, I was simply very-busy but in the most relaxed way I’d ever been. The only true stress I had was over my own inability to fit ‘meetings’ in sooner. But that wasn’t truly a lack on my part, just a matter of dealing with time constraints.

I couldn’t help but feel that Noreen women were using these meetings within my professional capacity as an ambassador, as a way to go on dates with me. Sure, we were still technically discussing very real topics that fell under my purview, but every meeting felt as if it was split between ‘professional’ and ‘flirtatious date.’ I wasn’t sure if this was normal cultural behavior for the Noreen, so I started asking around amongst the other ambassadors I was familiar with. I didn’t go right out and describe what was going on, but I did question them about how their meetings with the Noreen went. If there were any cultural discrepancies or otherwise. I started with the Monthu ambassador, whose culture was very similar to humans. Her experience with the Noreen seemed to be very-much professional only. Her meetings were shorter, more infrequent, very business-like and without any particular discrepancy compared to her past work on other worlds. Some simple inquiries with other ambassadors, all revealed the same thing. Obviously, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was being singled out for some reason, and it wasn’t just because I was ‘the new ambassador’ either.

With my newfound insight as to what most (if not all) of the Noreen women who wanted to meet with me were truly after, I found that I actually started making extra effort to look nice. In my ensuing meetings, I decided to lean into this expectation, this vibe that I was getting from my counterparts. In response, I was met with even more flirtation and a bit more touching and closeness, with an eager attitude towards setting up future meetings. The ‘business’ portion of my meetings quickly fell to maybe 10-20% compared to the rest of it, which leaned a lot closer to leisure or pleasure.

I had never ‘gone home’ with any of the women I met with, and I didn’t bring them back to my apartment at the embassy either. In fact, despite the intense flirtation from them, there wasn’t actually any attempt on their part to push things beyond what was already happening. Again, I wondered if this was some sort of cultural thing, or if these playful ‘meeting-dates’ were simply going the way that these women expected them to go. Then again, I had yet to meet with any one person for a second time. Maybe things were only supposed to progress on the second meeting? It was going to be 24 days until I’d have my first ‘follow up’ meeting, since my schedule was so packed.

There came a day when I was set to meet with a Noreen woman at a cozy little establishment nearby. It was reminiscent of a lounge bar, but it also had food. This was one of the rare occasions that I actually arrived prior to my contact. I was sipping sparingly on my ‘Ether’s Magenta Passion,’ which I don’t think was ‘too’ high in alcohol content, but it sure did taste refreshing.

“I’m so sorry, I was held up with prior work,” came a lovely voice from over my shoulder. I turned my head and saw the silver-haired woman cross the last few feet toward the small two-person table we had reserved.

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” I said with a gentle smile. I’d become quite used to my feminine voice in my time as a woman and it no-longer felt like it wasn’t my voice. It was simply mine, as if it always had been. “I haven’t been waiting long. Just enjoying more of your people’s delicious beverages.”

Trinna sat across from me, wearing attire that was more militaristic, to a degree, than most of the women I met with. It was made of black material which was almost like a matte-plastic in some areas, but moved easily like cloth. In others, it was like a mesh, predominantly around her hips and thighs, draping a bit in front of her like a narrow skirt. Her shoulders and arms were adorned in silvery metallic segments, which I recognized as being symbolic to her status in the Noreen’s military. She was essentially the rank of a colonel, as compared to our own military.

Our conversation opened up simply enough. She was curious about Terran Union military drills and we discussed the potential for a ‘war game’ of sorts, between our two militaries. It was something the Terran Union wanted me to discuss with the Noreen, despite the fact that I wasn’t too knowledgeable when it came to the military itself. All I’d known were the problems it caused, like on my own world.

The Noreen military was quite inferior in number and power to the Terran Union, so there was no reason for them to be afraid of the Noreen, especially given their distance. What my superiors really wanted, was a bit of a peace deal, along with military cooperation, so that the Terran Union could work with the Noreen and share intel and maneuvers, so that the Noreen would be a bit of a proxy of the Terran Union itself, without actually being part of it. There was quite a lot to work out, and my part was simply to get the ball rolling.

During our discussion, Trinna transferred me a roster that I then perused on my data pad. It was a list of 12 profiles for different Noreen women who had all (for one reason or another) become criminals and fled Nore and whose whereabouts were unknown. I was supposed to forward this to my superiors and have it added to our own criminal database, as the beginning of our cooperation on criminal justice. Apparently, the military handled such matters when it came to the Noreen. While I was perusing the profiles, I realized that there was a symbol that I’d seen before, which I assumed meant ‘Citizen’ or something. I honestly hadn’t thought to ask about it, since I’d never seen a different symbol in its place, until reviewing this list of criminals.

I held up my data pad and showed it to Trinna and said, “What does this symbol represent?” referring first to the new symbol I hadn’t seen before.

She looked at it, smiled politely and said, “That simply indicates that she is able to bear a child.”

I blinked a couple times, and then scrolled down the list and pointed to the other symbol I was used to seeing. “So that means this symbol refers to—”

“That she is able to fertilize,” Trinna said simply enough. “The two symbols were implemented by the Vorsick during their occupation of our world, and while some view the designations as a symbol of our oppressors, many found it useful as our culture shifted and dating became more of a casual affair.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you for clarifying that for me,” I said, thinking on the cultural aspects of it. But even as she explained the meaning behind it, I couldn’t help but turn the data pad back toward me as I started pulling up the list of women I had previously been in contact with. There was Kinni, who I met first. She was child bearing capable. But other than her, my entire list of contacts, every single profile, bore the symbol for women who were able to fertilize. When I arrived at the most recent profile on the list, the one for Trinna, the woman seated right across from me, I saw that she too had the same mark. When I looked back at her, she was taking a sip of her drink. I couldn't help but imagine her, sitting there with what loomed unseen between her legs, just beneath that narrow mesh skirt of hers.

I took a drink to calm my wandering thoughts, wondering why nearly all the women I met with were all endowed. The population of women who could fertilize, was roughly 30%, compared to the 70% of women being able to bear children. It certainly seemed like such an unusual coincidence. But the more I thought about it, and the more the silence lingered between Trinna and I, I realized if I wanted an answer, I only had to ask. After all, Trinna had requested the meeting.

“Would you happen to have any insight,” I began to speak, as my drink now sat on the table, nearly empty. “As to why all the Noreen women I meet with, or at least, the ones who’ve requested meetings with me are all fertilizing capable?” I asked, feeling a bit odd having to phrase it that way, but she hadn’t divulged any ‘simple term’ for the symbol, and perhaps there wasn’t one.

I watched as Trinna’s soft lips curled into a bigger smile. She set her drink down and clasped her hands together in front of her, as she leaned forward a little. Her eyes stared right into mine as she said, “Is that how it’s been?” but didn’t give me much time to respond to that. “I suppose, if all your other meetings have been with women like myself, then they probably had the same curiosity I do.”

“Which is?” I asked after a brief moment of silence.

She smiled some more and looked me over. “What would it be like to have intimate relations with a pretty human woman?” She leaned back just a little. “I would’ve thought it obvious. I can’t imagine Noreen culture is so obscure, that our casual dating and hookup tendencies would go unnoticed?”

I swallowed dryly, then reached for my drink, only to find it empty by that point. Having noticed this, Trinna eased her own across the tabletop toward me. “Here, try some of mine. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” she said.

With a meek smile, I nodded. “Thanks,” I said as I brought the glass to my lips and tasted the fruity-floral mix of sweetness with robust undertones. I wasn’t sure how much alcohol was in the drink she ordered, but I had felt quite parched in the moment. I set it back down and said, “Admittedly, I’d begun to notice a certain demeanor, from Noreen women. I just spoke to the other ambassadors and um,” I bit my lower lip a moment, trying to collect my thoughts, until finally looking back up at Trinna and saying, “But none of the Noreen I met with tried to take things further? I assumed they wouldn’t, given the professional nature of our meetings, but the professional side of my meetings has been pretty light compared to the rather leisure-like way, that the meetings tended to end up.”

Even though I was surely slightly more tipsy than I might’ve wanted to be in that moment, I did my best to retain ‘some’ decorum while discussing quite an embarrassing topic, at least to me. But it seemed that the Noreen were just very casual.

“Interesting,” Trinna said, with a slight tilt of her head. “Well, you see in Noreen culture, if someone is interested in another woman, they set a date, which both of them agree to. Then, it’s up to the woman who accepted the offer of a date, to display intent to push it beyond one. I also assumed you would’ve picked up on this as well by now. But since you haven’t, I take it that none of your meetings with my people have progressed beyond simple meetings, dinners, or drinks?”

I nodded a little and said, “That’s right. So you’re saying that it’s on ‘me’ to progress them? But these are professional meetings. It’s not very normal, or even generally accepted to do something like that in my culture.”

“It doesn’t happen at all, in human society?” Trinna asked.

“Well, I think it does, I mean, I’m sure it does. It’s just usually frowned upon, because it’s generally a pressured thing.”

Trinna looked at me thoughtfully for a moment then said, “Well there’s no pressure when nothing happens, unless you want it to happen. So in this regard, I would be inclined to say that our culture is better, for both parties, in this situation.”

I thought on it a moment, then said, “But you still specifically setup this meeting with me, not ‘just’ to discuss diplomatic relations with the Terran Union, right?”

Again, Trinna smiled brightly. “Absolutely. If you hadn't been as attractive as you are, I’m sure the meeting would have been a simple formal affair. But, since you're a beautiful woman that I and apparently many other Noreen are drawn to, well, you are, on our world, where our culture takes priority.”

Hearing her say this, knowing she was being sincere just as all my previous encounters had been sincere with the same intent that I completely didn't realize at the time. It was just so much to take in. I'd never been on the receiving end of such attention before, when I was a guy. But this? As a woman, with apparently quite a few fans on an alien world with so many beautiful women? I just didn't know what to do with these emotions and feelings. I knew full-well (at this point at least) that Trinna and everyone else I met with, were endowed, and any encounters would absolutely have me on the receiving end of such things. Even so, I couldn't help but actually want to find out what it would be like. I'd spent all this time as a woman and had started to actually view myself as one, but there was still a tinge of apprehension in the back of my mind.

“So, if perhaps I wanted to give my approval, how do Noreen women usually do it?” I asked, my heart racing as I looked at her.

“There are many ways,” she said. “A kiss, a touch. Sometimes a look. Obviously giving verbal consent, or intent, works just as well too.”

I nibbled on my lower lip, trying my best not to look this gorgeous woman over too much, despite how I was already imagining how she might look, once we were behind closed doors and wearing a lot less than we currently were. I wasn’t sure why I was so curious or so enticed by the prospect of it all, but I knew I wanted to find out.

“Perhaps we can take this meeting somewhere else, then? More privately? Where do Noreen women usually go?” I asked, not wanting to assume I knew how her culture worked in this regard, when I’d obviously missed some key facets of it already.

Trinna stood up and took several slow steps toward my side of the table. She held out her hand as she towered over me. With a smile on her lips, she said, “How about I show you my place tonight.” And with that, I took her hand, with my heart racing more than it ever had since I arrived on Nore. I barely recall the route we took to go back to her place. My mind was still racing with so many thoughts. The fact that I had been propositioned by so many women, who all wanted what Trinna was about to get, combined with my journey getting to this very moment. I was a diplomat. I wanted to ensure peace but I was also oh-so-curious about what this was going to be like. Intimacy with a Noreen woman? The first human ever to do it or at least, be on the receiving end of it.

Before I knew it, we were back at her place, where I experienced things I never would have when I was just a guy. Would it be shameful to even say that I think I might’ve even fallen for Trinna that night? Was that a normal emotion to have, with your first?

Trinna was absolutely wonderful every step of the way and very accommodating of my inexperience as a woman and made it all feel so natural.

Eventually, that blissful night came and went, giving way to a delightful morning where we parted ways to return to our jobs.

And that, was Noreen culture. I’d gotten my first proper taste of a side of it that I never expected. Trinna wasn’t intent on monopolizing me all for herself and even promoted the idea that I should experience ‘all’ that Nore (and its women) had to offer. So, with this wise guidance in mind, I pursued, and let myself be pursued and in return, I found new wondrous experiences that I couldn’t imagine living without. In time, I ensured that even if I was reassigned elsewhere, I’d always be welcome back to Nore, so long as I was Laura, of course. And honestly, I had no desire of ever being anyone else.