Andrea's Story

by Misty Dawn

  

Chapter Six: Summer Shenanigans

  

Some of this is covered in Sharla Winslowe, but this is seen from Andréa's point of view. She helps her rapist , Jerry Tanner, to become happy with his future as a completed girl then helps Sharla moves out and into the Winters' Estate. Andrea is to graduate and will begin to consider her college career. She has had a fling, a One-Night-Night-Stand, if you want, has reconciled it in her mind. If that just perhaps she is a bit of a "nymphet" because it proved to her she enjoyed variety. So be it!

After her run in with Jerry/Jeri at the mall, Andrea took the time to have a long talk with Cheryl; with a bit of gentle probing she discovered the boy was sincere in his desire to be a complete girl. She returned home and sought her sister.

"Hey, Mom," she said as she snitched a still warm, fresh baked chocolate chip cookie from off the cooling rack. "Where's Sis?"

"Well, Janine is still at work, and Sharla's in France. No... That's not right, is it? No, I think…maybe it is the other way around…."

"You'll just have to hire a secretary, Mom." The teen showed the proper appreciation for her mother's sardonic humor. " Or cut back a bit on your client base." The teen temptress giggled and hugged the older woman. The teen girl often wondered how her Mom managed to find time to run her business, and maintain the House of Winslowe, care for her dad and her, and still bake. "Kitchen or dining room tonight, Mom?" She began peeling the spuds soaking in the sink when her mom pointed to the kitchen table. Andrea prayed that when she grew up she would do as well as Mom.

After the normal cleanup of the kitchen was finished that night, after her bath and after procrastinating as long as she could, at last ready for bed, Andréa decided to ask the redhead's help. Somehow she had to help Jerry. He wasn't really a bad sort, just a victim of his social environment.

The redhead was in the bedroom the two of them now shared. The wall that had once separated Janine's from Sharla's had long ago been removed, the room enlarged after Janine had moved out, it was less private than the bedroom down stairs that Andrea had recently been evicted from. And much smaller than the basement room she'd once called home as Andrew. Dressed in her customary "contemplation clothes," consisting of a brief thong and high heeled slip-ons, Sharla, in her "yoga" position, was perched atop "La Caisse Couch" lost in deep meditations.

The teen went to her sister and touched her lightly on the shoulder. "Sharla!"

"Oh Andrea, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in." The girl moved like a cat. "Whassup, Dudette?"

"Well, sis o' mine, do you think it would be possible for the "Blue Energy Magic" to make Jeri a complete girl? Yuh know, uh…something like La Caisse did to Andrew?"

"Andi, do you mean that after what Jerry Tanner did to you, you still want to help him?" Even as she spoke, she was considering all the possibles and Sharla thought it would be easy enough, especially since there would be no change of reality involved.

"Sharla, you saw him at the mall…"

The redhead nodded, "Yes, he was bawling."

"He's miserable! You saw! He's more girl than boy, but neither one. That's a terrible hand to have to play! I am afraid he's going to wind up hurting himself. Please, sis, if we can help, we have just got to, for humanitarian reasons if nothing else…"

The witch stared at her sister a moment, nearly over whelmed by the flow of emotion pouring from the girl. It was impossible for her to ignore the compassion the girl felt for the boy who had so abused her. "Okay, lemme sleep on it and you can have him come to the shop sometime tomorrow."

Throwing her arms around her older sister, Andrea hugged her tight and sighed, "Sis, you're the bestest!"

"G'wan, dude, get to bed!"

"Hey, I be a full Dudette now, remember?" She giggled and posed herself purposely to show off her undeniably girlish front well displayed in her brief baby doll top.

"No panties?" The teen had evidently forgotten how short the top was.

"Ghad, sis, you know how I hate sleeping in panties…" She air-kissed her sister as she slid beneath her covers. . "Besides, Frank likes me naked under and since me is his main squeeze..." A moment later she was fast asleep. ButHowever, that night her dreams focused on helping someone who had done her wrong and how she could help him come to love what he was and to quit hurting others.

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The outside door swept closed. Cheryl and Andrea supporting / dragging Jeri out of the building paused a moment. With a sudden look of utter disbelief Jeri jerked free of her two friends. Both her hands went under the plaid pleated skirt she had worn. Shaking her head in wonder she slumped back against the closed door and then slid down to sit with her hands roaming wildly under the skirt and her legs spread out to her sides in an almost splits. "I'm complete. I'm me. I'm a she. She did it!"

"You expected less?" " Quipped Cheryl as she nudged a grinning Andrea. "But you know Andrea," Cheryl turned to face the girl. "I'm really scared. That sister of yours is really awesome! Close yer legs, Sis."

"Scary?" she asked, gazing a moment at the new girl. The young witch had to give Jerry/Jeri credit. Though he had been rather obnoxious and a bully, he had never complained, nor had he tried to rest any blame on anyone else for his…er, her problems. I just gotta start remembering she is a girl now.

"After what I did to you, Andrea? God, I expected becoming a rat!" Jeri knew he had to quit thinking that way. All that was now behind him, er her; this was another life, another world. He realized he was being given a second chance, and she was suddenly determined not to screw it up. Damn, now I've really gotta start thinking of myself as a girl!

"Jeri! That happened a long time ago. It is over and done. I've forgiven and now forgotten! Now it's time to look to the future, and in your future, I see a mall crawl to celebrate Jeri's birthday...and maybe a pause for the cause at Pip's Ice Creme Parlour?"

"Sounds like a plan!" squealed Cheryl, and helped her new sister to her feet. . The other girl brushed off the back of her skirt. Jeri then hugged Andrea close and tightly a long moment. "Dab, don't wipe," admonished Cheryl patiently when they parted, Andrea silently handed Jeri a tissue. "Seriously though, Andrea, you aren't just a little bit scared of her power?"

"Huh?" Jeri was becoming confused with the other girls and wondered how they seemed to keep up with what everyone was saying. "How the heck do you girls do that?"

"Jeri you'll soon learn by doing the same thing. It's a girl thing. And you're one of us now, girl!"

"Wiping will smear your make up, Jeri. Naw, not scared, just a bit amazed by her awesome control of The Power, once in awhile," laughed Andrea, who was still learning her own makeup application do's and don'ts. Neither of her friends remembered her as a male. To them she had always been a girl, so it was truly an "inside" joke. "And don't forget your purse…" the silky blonde nodded at Jeri's clutch lying on the dock near the door where Jeri had dropped it earlier.

"Uh…oh yeah, thanks.…" " Jeri grinned. Then gave her friends a deep blush when she realized she bent from the waist rather than stooping as a girl should.

"A thong, Jeri?" Cheryl queried with a hint of surprise.

"Oh, come on, Andi!" sighed Cheryl, not yet willing to let it die. "I mean like we walk in with a guy in a skirt, blouse, and high heels, and even though he is mostly feminine, Sharla just sorta glances at him, a light flickers and suddenly she just turns back to her work, and Jeri walks away a completed girl. Girl, if that's not scary, I don't know what is!"

The new girl's blush deepened. "Yes, she nodded, "Mark likes me to wear thongs. Says my butt is my best feature."

"Yeah, that's awesome. . But it's almost the norm where sis is concerned."

Cheryl stared at her friend. . "you'reYou're just weird…yeah, it's a cute bubble butt, just quit flashin' it, sis."

"Hey, you may as well just get used to it…You're working for her now, yuh know?"

Cheryl grinned and shrugged. Yeah, I just hope she pays as well as she works miracles…"

"You know, your Mark may be right, JeriJeri," Andrea acknowledged after a mock critical exam of the indicated region. She wondered if it was common among men to enjoy the back door. Frank sure liked using hers. But then, Frank had known Andrew, knew Andrea had been a boy once. Maybe…then remembered how Andrew had often enjoyed Sylvia's butt in that same manner.

"Men seem to enjoy a pair of saucy buns to butter, Jeri, so get used to it."

That coming from Cheryl surprised and confirmed what Andrea suspected. . It was time to change the subject, or go "trolling".."

"Hey, I'm ready for the mall…" The young with-in-training began walking away. "How 'bout you guys?"

*****More *****

Before Andrea graduated, finally, Naomi departed for the Shaman's Cave Dig. . Even though she was the discoverer and original explorer, she was academically, the junior member of the task force assembled. One of the other members had a Master's degree in history. One of the other members was a graduate archeologist. Even so, she was near the top of the heap in the dig group's hierarchy and her words carried some bit of weight with the entire crew.

Andrea was proud the girl called her friend and was sorry to see the tall Native American go; she was fun and an excellent cribbage player. She was lonely; even Sharla was gone a lot of the time. Frank was working and Phillip had drifted on to greener pastures.

Jenny was returning to New England with her Aunt Sheila. . Her Prudence, her mother was, once again, spending the summer in Europe with her dad. The evening before she left, Jenny confided that she was to be imitated as a "Genuine Magic Using, Spell Casting Witch" and hoped that she, Naomi and Sharla would continue to be her friends after her return and began her summer job at Turnbull's. The girl seemed almost eager, as far as Andrea saw, to parade her breasts in front of all those guys.

Well, they say if yuh gots it, flaunt it…and Jen sure as hey gots it. The younger witch was a bit envious of the older girl's endowments…but figured she had another couple of years to grow into her own. Huummm, I wonder if drinking all that 'Essence of the Male' really does increase the size of a girl's boobs?

Jenny went on to explain, "I have to pass some sort of exam and induction ritual, then the use of my Spiritual Power evaluated before I can discuss more of my working The Craft and discussing the secrets of building and maintaining my powers with people who have not been initiated into the "Inner Circle"."

Andrea, recalling Sharla and Naomi and their weekly lessons with White Running Bear, managed to hold in her laughter and assured Jenny, "I think that you'll find us all very much interested in your magic when you return from BedfordBurlington." " Sharla" Sharla and Naomi dismissed such things as the transformation of Jeri as not "real" magic and therefore wasn't really important; discovering if they had the ability to perform real magic seemed the center of their focus.

Though the completing of Jerry to Jeri was the most dramatic application of power she'd actually seen, Andrea was beginning to casually accept her sister's eccentricities, "Ah well, so she did it again...big deal!" and was wondering, "Darn, when is she going to begin explaining the things she does to me…" more often.

The younger witch had talked a lot with Sharla, helped her make Anathema's and such, but hadn't seen any "real" magic, primarily because Sharla seemed to think the blue/green/red energy wasn't real magic, just some sort of special power she was able to tap. She knew her sis was looking for a place where she could try some of the magic rituals of the books. Sharla wanted to do "real" magic. The teen knew Sharla, just as Janine had done, would soon be leaving to begin her own life. This saddened her, but it would be great to have her own closet again. She was still a little overwhelmed at how much room a girl needed…just for the clothes necessary to looking goon in public! At least they were always clean…

The teen was well aware of all the little things happening around the Winslowe house and living in the same room, had discovered the Hair Zappers living in the bath and the other gadgets that helped out with chores. Besides, around the Winslowe house gadgets were a common thing.

She was letting the zapper crew do their thing again, because Frank had seemed to like her totally hairless from the neck down. The look on Phillip's face when he discovered her "neat" down there had been priceless. It had made her wonder if all men were alike and she was becoming curious enough to consider a period of discovery. That college is full of single guys…

Maybe Sylvia had taught Andrew well how best to enjoy the male experience, but it was Frank and Phillip who taught Andrea to thoroughly enjoy the female experience. It was great too, and Andrea never missed being a male any longer.

***** More *****

Understanding an apartment would be very expensive, Andrea, reluctantly agreeing, with both parents and an as reluctant Sharla, had moved into the room upstairs that seemed barely large enough to contain her makeup, let alone all her clothes. Although he had a good business, the expense of running that business, a pair of teenaged girls, growing an in-home business for his wife, two cars, along with the normal day-to-day upkeep of the home, an apartment for Sharla, with its upkeep, would be more than the family could manage at the moment. Andrea knew all this and made the best of the situation. She spent a lot of her time at Frank's house, learning to play cribbage from his dad, when she could not be alone with her beau that is.

At present when Frank was not able to drive her places, she was also sharing Mom's car, when Sharla was not commandeering it to take care of the Computer Installation stuff that she could not handle by translocation. Sudden breaking into her misery, she heard her Mom talking to Sharla who had just came into the kitchen. Andrea had been so deep into her own thoughts she had not heard her sister enter and drop her luggage. Sharla had been in Denver Colorado with Kevin for the past week and it had been great not having to share the bedroom. . Moving in the direction of the kitchen to greet her sister, she listened to her mother's greeting and grinned. She missed her sister's company, but it'd still be nice to have a room of her own again.

"Oh good, you're home. How was your flight?" " Before the redhead could answer, her mother was speaking again. "Dad, maybe, has a solution to our space problem, and wanted you to be sure to be at the house for dinner tonight. . Andrea has a date so he suggested five o'clock." Andrea's ears perked as she heard that. This sounded very interesting. The phone rang before she could speak, and was handed to her with a knowing grin. The perky teenager blushed furiously. It was, as she had expected, Frank calling to confirm.

"Both of you girls…get out of those cookies!" the woman warned even as two of the delicious tidbits disappeared from the cookie jar.

*****More *****

Later, as they all sat down to the table for their dinner, Andrea, anxious to be with Frank again, was fidgety. Her period was due and she wanted at least one good session before those three or four days reduced her to Midol, hot towels and cramps. . The teen giggled softly noticing Sharla became a bit nervous when Dad eyed her critically a brief moment while stropping the butcher knife he meant to use on the roast in front of him.

"Sharla," he said serving their mother's plate a thick slice of the rare roast, "Jeff Winters, an associate of mine, and his wife are leaving town for a year, perhaps longer."

After a long moment, Sharla asked, "Oh?"

Andrea knew Mr. and Mrs. Winters vaguely. . Andrew had once asked if they wanted their lawn mowed. They had two daughter and Andrew and Frank had been interested in the getting to know them. Mr. Winters had seen right through the ploy and had told them he used a lawn service, but invited them to come over for a swim in their pool. They had, but nothing had come of the meeting. Both girls were 'putting on airs" all afternoon. The girls had both been killed in a bus accident recently.

Sharla looked at her daddy and said, "I wish there was something I could do. Mrs. Winters is so sad these days…" Andrea felt a surge rush of compassion surge from her sister and returned it with her own. Snobs or no, they had been cute and not all that bad.

Dad chuckled and said, "Gotcha!"

Andrea didn't quite follow his "gotcha",," but felt her sister understood; she and their dad shared a strange rapport few others managed to reach.

Her dad then went on with, "In a tragedy best not detailed here, both of their daughters died last month. They feel a need to get away from town for a year or so, but want to preserve their house and are looking for a house sitter." Andrea sensed her sister's interest suddenly rising. "The house sitter would be responsible for forwarding all regular mail weekly, paying utilities and services, using a special bank account, and supervising any maintenance services. The sitter would have complete use of the guest bedroom/bath and the rest of the house except for the master and the two girl's bedrooms."

Andrea unable to contain her hopeful glee began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Now, Sharla, me pretty, are you the least bit interested in doing something like this?"

Sharla laid her fork on her napkin, then folded her hands and rested her forehead at the peak as though in deep thought a long moment before looking at her Dad. "Maybe."

Andrea was suddenly quiet. . Oh come on, Sharla! ! You gotta be interested! Then, when she saw daddy blink in surprise, she heard Sharla giggle, "Gotcha!"

The older girl then lost it completely and leaped from her chair, threw her arms about the man's neck and squealed, "Am I interested? Oh, Daddy, thank you! ! Oh, thank you for thinking of this for me!"

Andrea was ready to dance around the table and hug him too.

'Well," daddy chuckled, drew her squealing sister down onto his lap, cuddling her a moment, then said, "If you're really interested, you should go see them about seven PM."

Once more Andrea was about to rise and get into the hug fest.

Suddenly, with an appalled expression etching her features, Momma sharply rapped the table smartly with a spoon to get the pair's attention. The sharp crack startled Andrea. "Such rowdy behavior will not be allowed at my table!" Andrea"Andrea could not remember her momma ever using such tones, nor could she recall her mother ever being in such a bad mood over a bit of horseplay.

Across from her the playfully entwined pair blinked, and then stared at the woman in looks of total disbelief and incomprehension. Andrea was recalling the number of times Mom herself did this sort of nonsense.

Flashing fire, her eyes seized and held her husband's. "You of all people should know better!" Even Andrea felt him cringe; it took no special perception to feel it.

They flicked to her daughter's "And you, my little hellion, are excused."

Andre continued to stare in open-mouthed awe. This simply was not her mother. Aliens had abducted her, and replaced her with this replicate that was so sharp tongued.

A long moment passed before mother and wife could contain herself no longer and with a straight face said "Gotcha both… didn't I?"

Andrea, who had been sitting there watching in surprised silence, suddenly chirped, "Score one for Momma! Way to go Moommmmaaaaa!"

The psionic Witch returned to her chair and with a wink stuck her tongue out at her saucy little sister. When the laughter finally died down, Dad gave Sharla the address and phone number of the Winters'. Without taking a bite of her food, the redhead ran to the phone and called and confirmed the address and time.

When she returned, she and the others chattered while they ate. Andrea served dessert and coffee, and then Sharla glanced at her watch. "Isn't Frank taking you out tonight, Sis?"

The perky teen, nodded. "Yes, he wants me to go to see that animated 'Atlantis' with him. . It was just released…"

"Well, don't you think you had better be getting ready? Or are you going out wearing your grungies, dude?" The witch purposely used the term dude to remind her sister she was no longer allowed grunge nights out with the boys.

"Yeah, you're right. I do need to go get ready." The ex-boy gave his sister a wistful look and then asked her mom, "May I be excused, please?"

"Andrea, I know that you are graduated, and only have to do the ceremonies, but, I still want you in at a decent hour."

"Yes, Daddy…no later thant midnight, I promise." The girl bobbed her head, was up, and running for the stairs before more could be said.

Some thirty minutes later Andrea stood before the mirror. The reflected image betrayed no flaws. Lipstick – light rose and deftly applied – gave her pouting lips a sensual glow, which nearly shouted their usability. Large eyes, sparking and flashing – perfectly enhanced with just the right shades of eye shadows, long lashes with plenty of body – held dark promise. The whites of her eyes were clear, her iris were bright and as green as polished emeralds. Her cheeks were silky smooth, with a light complexion that was clear except for the inevitable freckles of the All-American girl who enjoyed too much sunshine.

"Frank better notice me tonight!" It was times like these that made becoming a girl not at all such a terrible thing. Somehow it thrilled her to be the penetrated, rather than the penetrated. She giggled at her own threat, knowing just what she would do to the boy if he didn't notice her. There were a lot of other Phillips out there!

Long, slender delicate fingers dabbed tempting perfume on pulse points, both public and private, and behind pink earlobes as the eyes observed. . Andrea pulled the healthy mane of rich, thick blonde hair into a sleek, easily loosened ponytail. Her now experienced hands pulled down a pair of slim curls to fly about as errant tresses, and then smoothing the rest into a big red ribbon with bow. She was very deliberate in the amount of time she was making her beau wait.

"Too girlish?" she wondered, and then, with a negative shake of her head, left the bow in place. No, Frank seems to like the little girl look and tonight Andrea wanted to make the target male happy. Dressing to please him was the best way to get Frank's attention and to hold it.

The sight check continued as Andrea looked closely at the skimpy garments that clothed the lithe, well-toned swim-trim body. They weren't as sleazy as what Jenny might have suggested she wear, that much was for sure. Ghad! The clothes she's begun wearing! Such smutty things – crotchless panties, next-to-nothing garter belts, fishnet stockings and nipple-exposing brassieres –held no appeal for her. Andrea shuddered at the thought. Since becoming a complete girl, she had become rather conservative.

Maybe I ought to reconsider. She recalled the sexy, erotic undergarments and how much fun she had had with Sylvia while wearing them as Andrew. That Phillip sure liked me in red!

What looked back in the full-length mirror wasn't sexual, just girl-next-door sexy. After all, it was just a simple matching bra and panty set, a pretty, bright blue, French-cut and high on the hips, clinging tightly to her smooth, tight midsection and butt – simple and perfectly appropriate for a girl of her age and demeanor. It wasn't like they were even silk or anything – just simple over the counter every day cottons. The bra wasn't some bullet-shape, pushemup device.

It wasn't as if Andrea couldn't fill one out, she could, and did. . That La Cassie thingy had worked its magic and moved all excess fat from Andrew's waist, calves, thighs and so forth to Andrea's boobs and butt, mostly to her butt, which Frank really seemed to enjoy. No, the bra was just a soft blue cotton sling-thing without wiring or teasing lifts. All it did was cover their swollen fullness and keep them from bobbing and swaying too much, give them a little definition and the smallest of shaping lift. It was a sore point with Sharla and Janine that she was bigger than both of them in the boobs.

"Oh, alright, I'll give in to it, but just a little!' she sighed finally.

Giving in to it meant, in this case, a pair of self-supporting seamed stockings with a sandal foot. Pure Sex! She knew well the seams racing up the backs of her legs would give them the long, sleek appearance Frank seemed to so prefer. To balance this bit of sexiness, she slipped into a very full, top-of-the-knee-length dark blue denim skirt and a light blue soft chambray shirt with long sleeves and a button-down collar. She knew Frank loved "exploring for treasure caves" under voluminous skirts.

Finally, leaving the top three buttons of the shirt open, with a last glance into the mirror when she heard the front doorbell, she snagged her shoulder strap purse and sashayed downstairs to meet the unsuspecting Frank.

Yeah, I think Frank enjoys the packaging tonight, she thought as she saw his face light up at her approach.

"Li'l buddy, you shore are one sexy witch!"

"Don't I know it, love," Andrea grinned and waved bye to her parents as Frank took her arm and headed her out the door.

*****More *****

When Frank brought her home, her psionic sister bubbled over telling her all that had happened and then told her she had even called all of her instructors, or left messages on their Voice mail saying that she would be out of class Thursday, maybe Friday because she had some unexpected legal matters to take care of. Their giggles got them a knock on the door and an "It's after two, girls!"

On Thursday afternoon, Jeff Winters took her sister to Landscaping Service Company of City Bluffs and then to the Janitorial Service Company. Sharla was excited that the man had made it very clear to both services that she was to be in control of things.

When she returned, Sharla came bouncing into the kitchen and helped herself to one of the huge chocolate chip cookies Andrea had just baked and set on the rack to cool.

Giving the redhead a hug and handing her a tall glass of milk she said, "How'd it go, Sis?"

"I made arrangements with a Mr. Michael Horcutt, the landscape company's operations manager, his foreman, and the assistant foreman to meet me Saturday morning."

"For?" the tempting teen asked around a bite of still-warm-from-the-oven cookie trying to burn her tongue with melted chocolate chip.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sis! Well, we're going to go over every foot of the estate. There are some things I want to change, and some things I want to do differently."

The teen fanned her tongues and looked askance at her sister.

The psionic shrugged. "I saw a couple of places where I want to put some of the seeds Kevin and I collected last year…" the psionic recalled that was the day Kevin had been called to the hospital because of a family emergency.

"You can do that?"

"Yes. Mister Winters was very specific and clear that I could do anything I wanted to feel at home while I live there."

"Wow! Well, I know where I am going to be a lot of this summer!" the blonde giggled and chomped into her cookie.

"Where's'at?" the witch asked around her own bite of warm cookie.

"Beside that pool out there."

"How'd you know about that pool?"

"Frank and Andrew were out there to visit the girls last summer."

"Well, maybe I will allow you to visit…occasionally," the psionic said barely able to contain her mirth. Her younger sister had bit hard and now looked positively crestfallen.

"Oh fudge, Dude. I was teasing! You're welcome out there anytime and you know it."

That got her a huge hug and she asked, "You want to come out with me Saturday? We can initiate that pool after the meeting."

Andrea had to decline because she had a swim practice Saturday morning.

After Sharla saw the Winters off on Friday morning driving her new responsibility to classes, she was certain she had stuck the jackpot. Andrea was almost too eager when Sharla asked her to help move her stuff over to the Winter's estate.

*****There's More to come *****

The day of graduation, Andrew's girlfriend, now one of Andrea's girl friends, Sylvia caught up with her late in the morning. The girl looked terribly upset and had obviously been crying, and just recently from the look of her red-rimmed eyes.

"Oh Sylvia! Ohmigawsh, what's wrong?" she asked drawing her friend into a snug hug.

*****More to come soon*****

  

  

  

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