Freak

by Mardee Louise Prynne

Part 2

 

The next was morning was sunny and mild. Allie and Anne met in front of the school. Anne smiled as she approached Allie. The girl/boy wore a sweater low on his shoulders creating a shawl like effect. The effect, underscored by the way Allie carried her schoolbooks against her chest, enhanced the teen's newly open femme style.

Anne giggled as Allie handed her a small paper bag with the fall in it. She was in stitches as Allie told her of getting a ride home from Ron.

"The poor chump couldn't figure out where he knew me from. He was so embarrassed but nearly as much as when he went off as soon as I touched his cock."

"That is so nifty. Allie, you are simply super. You've got to tell Rebecca this whole story."

The three sat chatting on the school steps as Ron walked toward them only to be intercepted by Barb. The former couple stood chatting and from Ron's shifting posture it was evident to Allie and the others that Barb was successfully exploiting her not inconsiderable feminine wiles.

"Watch me break this up." There was mischief in Allie's eye.

"Hey lover!" She all but shouted to Ron.

Barb's face froze and she turned to Allie.

"Are you talking to me, you pathetic…?"

"Well, I'm so pleased to meet you Miss Pathetic. I'm Allie. The answer to your question, Miss Pathetic, is no. I'm talking to Ron."

"Are you going to take that from that, that person who gave you such a hard time yesterday?"

Ron was totally flummoxed. He didn't want to alienate Barb, not when she was being so seductive. Neither did he want to alienate Allie who, by defying him, aroused feelings that were totally new, totally alien to what he believed possible, and totally overwhelming. Fortunately Barb made the decision for him.

"Ron, if you have to think about what to do when I'm being so forgiving you can totally forget about us dating ever again."

She turned and flounced away.

"Ron, come sit with us."

Rebecca's invitation helped Ron save face by allowing him an excuse for not trotting after Barb. The two genetic girls moved over so that Ron ended up sitting between Allie and Anne. To his amazement he felt really good about being so close to Allie. Anne and Rebecca got up and left the unusual couple to chat by themselves.

"Ron, sweetie, I want to apologize for last night."

Ordinarily Ron would have taken offense at being called sweetie by another boy but his feelings for Allie were certainly unlike nay he had ever had for a boy before now.

"I don't get it. Nothing happened between us last night. Did it?"

"Oh, yes it did. I was such a tease. I really should have told you where you knew me from."

"That was you! Oh, shit. Allie that's awful. It's not that I don't care about you. I mean as a friend. It's just that I'm, well, getting turned on by you. I'm scared of going queer. Hell, I've said too much so I better shut up. Just forget last night and forget everything I just said."

"Ron, what does it matter about being queer or not? Don't you think that we can have a better time together than you ever could with Barb making a fool of you on regular basis?

"I'm not asking you to say anything now. Just think about how things might stand between us; not only now but down the road. Suppose you phone me tonight and then you can come over my house or we can meet somewhere."

Ron was silent for a few minutes.

"That'll be swell. If you can be your own person, so can I."

"Really? I hope so. Of course if you think being my friend, my special friend means you're turning queer you can always crawl back to Barb."

They spoke for a long time that night. Allie ended the call with a question.

"How would you like me to dress when we're together?"

"Like whatever you need to be."

"Thanks awfully for feeling that way. Good night, Ron."

"Good night, Allie. I'm glad we're friends."

"Ron, I was hoping we could be more than just friends. Say, what color panties would you like to see on a girl? And I do mean see! Give it some thought. Night, sweetie."

Allie hung up the phone knowing her last question had left Ron with lots of food for fantasy. He would doubtlessly being thinking about what Allie might look like in every different color panty he could imagine.

Poor dear will have to get himself before he can fall asleep. Pity. Such a waste of good love juice. I totally love playing that sap for the fool he is.

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Allie was right. Ron did think of Allie dressed totally in the cutest femme underthings. He physically resisted but Allie's unique brand of femininity made him her willing victim. In his fantasy, the aroused Ron stared hungrily at the outline of Allie's cock through the silken sheen of her panties. His fantasy ended as his cock erupted violently. He wiped his cum from his body with his fingers and slowly licked them clean. His sleep was deep and peaceful. For all that he awoke with a sense of agitation.

What in hell is going with me? First I let Allie trick me into thinking she's a girl and she even makes me cum in my jeans. See what I mean? I'm even thinking of Allie like that fruit's girl! Then instead of being pissed off when she tells me it was her I end up thinking about her, him, cock and all while I get myself off and that makes me shoot one of the wildest loads ever. But, I'm not queer. I can't be. Shit, I gotta do something. I know. Mom's cousin Lorna is a psychiatrist or a psychologist; some kind of shrink. She always liked me and she said I can call her any time if I need to talk about whatever's on my mind. Yeah, that's it. I'll call Lorna.

"It's really nice of you to let me see you like this. I guess Saturday is a real busy time for you."

"I reserve Saturday mornings for my patients who are in crisis or who need extra sessions. You're not my patient but you said you need to talk. And you can relax. I won't say a word to your mom, not even that you were here."

Lorna's feedback made Ron feel good. His inhibitions melted away at least for the time they were together. If Ron realized how effeminate his gestures and his body language were becoming, he might have pulled back into the hard guy, pseudo-masculine shell that was such a well practiced part of the mask he wore.

"Ron, honey, you don't really need therapy. What you need is just some reassurance that what you're discovering about yourself is okay. It's the way people react to it that's so terribly wrong.

"However, and this is important; you must be very careful that you're not to be found out in school or there can be real problems as well as physical attacks. But if you're prudent you can get through the rest of the year and graduate. Then you can go on with your life as who you need to be, to love the kinds of people you need to love. If you don't take the right path you'll end up an unhappy, self-loathing, and hateful man. Just don't push any decision. You're about to embark on a voyage of self-discovery so be open to all sorts of undreamed of possibilities.

"You can come and see me any time you feel you need to talk. How about if I show you some of the places in this part of town where men and women who are, let's say different, are perfectly acceptable? You may even find that Allie isn't as unique as you think."

Lorna dismissed Ron with the promise that they would get together the following Saturday but later in the morning when Lorna could leave her office and take him to lunch.

Ron walked slowly toward the subway station pausing to study the unusual clothing and jewelry offered in the myriad of small shops in this unfamiliar part of town. Alongside so many of these shops were doorways leading to stairs to the upper floors which seemed to house dance schools and the like and in one building, a school of self-defense. The thought of girls being able to fend off unwanted advances or beat an attacker into oblivion was something that gave Ron the chills. It also aroused something in him that couldn't quite fathom. He only knew that this was not at all an unpleasant sensation.

He glanced around as he waited for a traffic light to change and noticed two very familiar looking girls at a distance. He was almost certain it was Anne and Rebecca. Curiosity got the better of him and so he walked down the street to see what sort of shop they had gone into. "Sappho Café & Books." He wondered what or who Sappho was and decided to stop at the library to look it up in the library near the train station at home.

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It felt strange to Ron to be going to the library with no purpose other than to satisfy his curiosity about Sappho. Libraries, like book shops, held no attraction for the undirected teen. He thought he should be hanging out, playing ball in the schoolyard or at the playground. No one he knew or thought anything of would be in a library on a fine spring afternoon. So much the better, he thought. Less chance of being seen here by anyone he knows.

He walked up the stairs to the second floor where reference books were located. An open door allowed him to see into the reading room as he neared the landing. A quick glance around the tables didn't yield what he had hoped for; feminine thighs under a carelessly arrayed skirt or better still, a glimpse of stocking top. No one was seated at the reading room tables. Then he noticed a pair of the most exquisitely formed ankles he had ever seen. Whoever it was had, in keeping with the mild spring day, left off her crew socks and was wearing only Keds style sneakers. He stared at the smooth but firm calves.

Ron hesitated as the legs moved so that he could see the white Jamaica shorts that offered a generous view of the girl's shapely thighs. It had to be a girl. No boy had so slender yet shapely hips and butt. She bent forward, knelt down to retrieve something from a low shelf. She had to be wearing white panties. Any other color would have been too obvious under the light fabric of her Jamaica shorts. A twinge of agitation ran through him as panty lines began to show. His mouth opened as he inhaled at the sight of the semi-circle of the crotch seam.

He paused until the girl seated herself at a reading table and crossed her legs. If she was half as attractive as her legs promised, she would be spectacular. Ron chuckled inwardly at his conversation with Lorna. No way was he going to explore being anything other than a guy who was very into girls and nothing else. That attraction those legs and that cute butt held for him were proof of what he was meant to be.

Time to really check this one out up close. Yeah, this proves I'm not queer 'cause I'm being turned on by a real girl not some messed up faggot like Allie. Then why am I thinking about Allie even now?

Ron really couldn't see her face as she sat half turned in the chair, her hand in her short hair. She turned at the sound of Ron entering the room. The girl's warm smile would have been enough to melt him except for one thing; it was Allie who smiled up at him!

Ron's heart began to pound as he tried very hard to deny to himself that he was still turned on despite the fact that it was Allie, the fag whose legs and butt had gotten him so interested.

"I gotta go, Allie."

"Are you okay, Ron? You look pale like you just had a shock or you're getting sick or something."

"Don't worry about it. I'm okay."

"Then why not sit and talk? There's no need to be afraid that one of your friends will see you with me, not on a nice day like this when they're all outside acting like a bunch of oafs

"Maybe some other time. I gotta go."

"Go ahead then. Join the other oafs."

Ron all but fled the library. He had completely forgotten about looking up 'Sappho.'

Allie smiled triumphantly.

That sap is totally lost. He doesn't know what he wants, who he is or where he's going. Acted like I didn't know why he was so flustered. He got the hots and then he realized it was me. I can read him like a book; not only him but also every other drip who can't admit to themselves that they really need something more than a real girl. Well, I'm going to learn to take them for all they're worth and in the process I might just find a lover who's worth having.

Ron sat on the wall of the narrow garden in front of the library and lit a cigarette. His reverie was different from Allie's but they shared a common theme.

Okay, so I got all hot and bothered over Allie's butt. So what? That doesn't make me a queer. Shit. She, damn it! Why am I saying 'she' when Allie's not even a girl? And why the hell am I getting a hard-on just thinking about her? There I go again with 'her.' Ron's eyes began to fill up with tears as he fought to avoid coming to a frightening conclusion, but rationalization I always a convenient way of facing what some would think of as reality. What if I do think of Allie as a girl? She's more like a girl should be than Barb. I gotta talk some more with Lorna. Yeah, that's it. Didn't she say something about Allie being not so unusual? Yeah, she did. So there are probably guys, lots of guys who like girls like Allie. Yeah, that's it! It isn't the same as being queer for a guy when it's a guy like Allie who isn't really a guy at all.

He tossed his cigarette on the sidewalk, smiled openly and headed home.

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Allie arrived home from the library to find this note from his mother.

Dear Allie:

One of your teachers, Miss Preston, phoned and

asked that you call her as soon as you can. She sounded

very positive about a possible job offer.

Love,

Mom

 

Allie wasted no time in phoning Miss Preston.

It was a very enthusiastic boy/girl who sprang at Mommy as soon as she walked in the door. She threw her arms around her mother's neck and kissed her, more intimately than Mommy expected. She disengaged herself from her child's arms and stepped back.

"Whoa! Just calm down and tell me about your phone conversation with Miss Preston. No doubt the news is good."

"Oh, yes, ever so good news! Miss Preston wants me to meet her for lunch tomorrow so she can tell me about the job she's lined up for me, but only if I want it. There'll be some other ladies there too. She asked me to bring you if you would like to hear about it. You see, I can be a sort of shop assistant on weekends until after graduation. It's a little shop, boutiques she called it, than specializes in original jewelry and accessories, whatever that means, and then, if things work out to everyone's liking, I can go away over the summer to this wonderful little town she talked about and, and, well, I can be the real me all I want. It's just so exciting."

"Allie, honey, I think you should meet Miss Preston tomorrow without me. I'm sure we would have ever so much fun together but this is your opportunity to launch yourself into a world you've always been interested in, an interest you felt you had to hide. I do want to be supportive of you but I also don't want you ever to think that you have to please me or that I tried to influence your choices. Of course I'll have to approve any arrangements that you make."

"Oh, Mommy, thank you, thank you."

Allie hugged Mommy and kissed her cheek but somehow her eyes closed as her lips drifted over Mommy's. Their mouths started to open. Mommy started to push Allie away from her but even as she did her mouth remained open over Allie's lips. Their bodies moved further away from each other's and so their lips had to separate.

Allie smiled at Mommy in total innocence. The older woman's heart was pounding as she tasted a blend of arousal and guilt over the forbidden desire of responding to the sexuality of this newly created boy/girl. She playfully patted Allie's tush. "Now go shower and lie down before dinner. Would you like to go out for Chinese?"

She drew a long, audible breath as she realized her hand was lingering too long on Allie's firm little bottom and that what she felt under her finger tips could only be the curved seam of the crotch of a girl's panties.

Oh, dear! She's further along than I thought she would ever be at her age. I pray she can continue as Allan at least part time until after graduation. But remaining too long in her boy persona may undo the strides she's trying to make now. Is there a school somewhere that will accept her as she was meant to be?

"Mommy, I'm not in the mood for Chinese tonight. Why don't you take a warm bath and later I'll make us omelets with a nice salad. If this were a movie we would have a glass of white wine to go with it."

"Well, darling, this isn't a movie but seeing as how special tomorrow is we can drink a toast to your future, I'll take the hint. Would you like to go to the store and buy a bottle of wine? I can see by that look that I had better do it myself."

 

Allie whisked the eggs for a minute or two before grinding in some fresh pepper. She smiled at Mommy who was opening a bottle of what she called Riesling.

"Mommy, I think a warm baguette would be the right kind of bread for this. Problem is I haven't the foggiest notion of where I could buy one."

"Certainly not around here." She paused and sighed. "Allie, sweets, as soon as possible after graduation we're going to move away from this neighborhood."

Allie's face lit up and then became pensive.

"We really need to talk." Mommy poured them each a glass of wine. "Neither you nor I ever fit in around here, not really. I just felt I had to give you time to see if you would ever develop the personality that society in general thinks belongs with the genitals you were born with. Even as a toddler, you were more girl than boy.

"I've sent my resume to a number of small town colleges, small towns that are largely artists' colonies. There are a few very good job prospects all in places where you can be accepted and can try living as Allie."

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It was a fresh faced, radiant Allie who blinked in the bright spring sunshine of a Sunday morning as she exited the subway station. She paused long enough to slip on the gold bracelet that Mommy had given her along with the admonition to not put it on until after she got off the subway. Allie understood all too well the reason for this caution. Anything too femme would be courting an assault.

Allie found her way to the small café where she was to meet Miss Preston for lunch. She was greeted at the door by a girl who appeared to be both hostess and waitress. She was dressed in a blouse and flowing midcalf length skirt. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face in a flat pony tail that fell below her shoulders. Matching copper jewelry consisting of a bracelet, necklace, and earrings added to the bohemian impression created by her clothing.

She's lovely. There's something about her that's so different, so interesting. Oh, I get it! She's a girl like me.

As if able to read Allie's mind, the girl smiled knowingly.

"Allie? Come with me, please. Miss Preston said she was expecting a young guest named Allie. I'm Riva. I hope I'll see more of you around here. You and I will get on famously, I'm sure."

Riva led Allie to a table in quiet corner where Miss Preston sat chatting with a woman seated at a nearby table. They rose to greet Allie whose jaw dropped at how different Miss Preston looked in her out of school attire which consisted of cream colored slacks, a mauve blouse, several enameled bangle bracelets on one wrist and a silver cuff bracelet set with an amethyst on the other along with matching earrings that dangled from her pierced ears. High heeled opera pumps matched her blouse.

Miss Preston introduced her companion simply as Verushka. Miss Preston's companion said a few words to her in French and rose to leave.

She studied Allie carefully and then gave her a warm smile. She put her finger tips to the boy/girl's cheek with a look that was both friendly and caring.

"Quite charming, my dear Allie. You are most attractive but take care that you don't attract the wrong people. Take very, very good care of yourself."

There was a subtle something in Verushka's statement that led Allie to believe that think that it was not simply a social nicety but a definite warning to take care of herself. Was Verushka's warning her to beware of Miss Preston or of Verushka or of them both?

"Allie, don't let that woman get under your skin. She's just some leech whom I met in Europe before the war. Paris and Berlin were full of those awful Russians; every single one of them claiming to have been something special before the Revolution. I was certain I would never see her again until I ran into her a year or so ago. As much as I would like to, I can't seem to be rid of her."

Miss Preston ordered lunch for herself and Allie without asking Allie if she might have an opinion of her own regarding what she might like to eat; Allie was left feeling that Miss Preston was going to force other, more lasting choices on her. Was that what Verushka had meant by advising her to take care of herself? Miss Preston's overbearing personality style left Allie with little appetite for food or for listening to Miss Preston's plans for her.

Once outside the café, Allie started to thank Miss Preston for lunch and for her time.

"Allie, this isn't one of those 'don't call us, we'll call you' interviews. We know that you'll fit in just fine with what we have planned for you. Please don't think you have no say in these plans. Don't look so puzzled. Just give it a few minutes.

"Come, take a stroll with me."

She slipped her arm through Allie's and off they went.

They turned of the street and walked along a side street where the shops and studios gradually gave way to small apartment buildings and late nineteenth century brownstones, some of which and been converted to multiple dwellings where each floor was a separate apartment while others retained their original character.

Miss Preston stopped in front a large red brick federal period house on a corner.

"This is where I live. Let's go in."

Allie felt like a tourist as she gawked at the interior of the building. The first floor was given over to two offices with entrance doors on either side of a long corridor with an unmarked door at the end. This door led to a foyer which led to a sitting room and a dining room overlooking a well cultivated garden.

A wide stairway led to the second floor. A study was filled with books while one wall was devoted to paintings and drawings. It was all quite impressive; perhaps too impressive because Allie began to let her guard drop. There were what appeared to be family photographs interspersed among the books. Allie was particularly taken by photograph of Miss Preston at about age ten standing next to a girl about two years older. Both wore shorts and sailor blouses with straw boater style hats. They were both extremely beautiful children.

Miss Preston bade Allie sit while she answered the phone. Allie relaxed while Miss Preston explained the purpose of the call. "That was only Verushka. That woman has a way of calling or showing up at the most inopportune moments. I really don't know why I put up with her so called friendship. We'll talk more about that another time." That said, Miss Preston went on to more immediate things.

"That's me with my brother," announced Miss Preston as she noticed Allie staring fascinated at the photograph. "Yes, don't look so shocked. He was lovely, creative and so rejected."

Allie nodded. "How very sad. I don't mean to pry but why do you say 'was'?"

"Because he's dead." Miss Preston's matter of fact, cold tone brooked no further questions.

The uncomfortable silence was interrupted by the outside doorbell. Without asking who was there, Miss Preston spoke into the intercom, "Come up, Connie." The sound of the buzzer releasing the front door latch, footsteps on the stairs. The door opened and in stepped a unusually attractive young woman.

 

At first Allie wasn't at all sure whether Connie was Constance or Conrad. Connie was slender, fair and gave the impression of being rather tall. Long graceful fingers carried several rings, some of which were very contemporary. Pale blue trousers over ivory flat heeled sandals, a navy blazer over an off- white silk shirt.

Miss Preston introduced Connie as a former summer program student whom she had the good fortune to discover. As the introductions proceeded Allie got the distinct impression that Connie was considerably younger than her sophisticated appearance and airs at first suggested; nineteen or twenty at the most.

Connie removed her blazer and hung it over the back of her chair. The outline of a blue bra showed clearly under the semi-opaque pearl colored silk of her blouse. After seating herself, she leaned forward to take a sketchpad from the narrow brief case she carried. A few pencil strokes and she turned the sketch pad toward Allie who smiled at how quickly and in so relatively few lines and a bit of shading here and there Connie had drawn a very recognizable sketch of her head.

The young woman again rested the sketchpad on her knees, opened box of pastels and proceeded to enhance the line sketch as if she were applying everyday makeup to Allie's image.

Connie tore of the page and laid it on the coffee table in front of her.

She again began sketching but more slowly and with more consideration. This time Allie gasped at the drawing of the startlingly attractive girl who, despite the eye makeup and lipstick, was Allie herself.

"On my gosh, that's me. At least I think it's me. Miss Preston, can I ever really be so pretty?"

"Of course you can. You all ready are."

Allie sat open mouthed, astounded at the drawing but skeptical that the face Connie had drawn could ever be her own.

"Doubtful, are you?" asked Miss Preston. "I suggest you take a walk with Connie to her apartment. She'll give you a taste what you can be."

The smirk on Miss Preston's face may have been intended to pass as a pleasant smile but Allie saw it as the triumphant sneer of a predator that has run down her next meal. Miss Preston had unwittingly alerted Allie to danger.

Connie and Allie walked along the tree shaded back streets. Allie, anxious about the events that were unfolding, ran off at the mouth.

"Gosh, I sound like a nervous school girl. I better shut up."

"You sound adorable, like a twelve year old who realizes she's on the verge of becoming a woman. And that's just about where you are."

"I guess so. I'm just so happy Miss Preston is being so nice to me. You can't believe how miserable I was for so long until a few weeks ago when I stood up to some bully in school." The boy-girl paused and stared down at her hands. She fought back the tears that were the result of so many years of torment and of isolation. "You can never know or even begin understand how miserable I felt."

The boy-girl said nothing further as she realized she was about to tell Connie of her misgivings about putting herself in Miss Preston's hands.

"Allie, don't ever think I don't know what you went through and how much Miss Preston did for me. Not very long ago I was in the same spot you were in, a worse, more desperate place than you're in now. The difference between us is that I couldn't stand up to any body like you did. I despaired of all hope for a future worth having.

"Oh, here we are. This is where I live."

Connie continued chatting as she led the way to a ground floor apartment.

"You see Miss Preston saved my life by giving me the life I was meant to lead. Allie, I tried to end my old life."

Allie stared in horror as Connie hung up her blazer and turned her wrists upward to reveal the scars left by her suicide attempt. She quickly recovered her awareness of impending danger and wondered what Miss Preston had gained from 'saving' Connie.

Of course! It dawned on Allie all at once. She has blindly loyal tool to do her bidding. And that sketchpad routine she does so well, that'll get most girls like me into her clutches too. But for what purpose?

Connie took Allie into her bedroom, seated her in front of vanity table and, after putting on a smock, set to work on Allie's face.

"Tsk, this isn't working out quite the way it was planned to go. Come with me."

Connie yanked Allie to her feet and started to tow her toward a door of the bedroom. "No, wait. I don't want your top to get wet. Take off your blouse."

Allie slowly unbuttoned her boy shirt. She was hesitant to remove it fearing that the next step would be to remove her slacks. Her new found confidence in her femme qualities didn't yet extend far enough to let another girl, trannie though she may be, see her clad only in panties. But was it the prospect of standing before Connie clad only in panties or was it that the panties were so plain, so unglamorous?

Allie let her shirt slide down along her arms. It fell to the floor as she covered her boyishly flat chest with a hugging gesture. Connie looked at her admiringly as a smile flashed across her face.

"Modest, aren't we?"

That did it for Allie who saw the playful remark as a teasing challenge. She unzipped her slacks, unbuttoned the waist and in mock modesty, gracefully turned her back to Connie. As if by instinct she thrust her tush backward toward her new found mentor. Allie froze momentarily in this spontaneous and enticing pose. Her panties were taut across her shapely bottom as the coldly sophisticated Connie, her aplomb gone, stared unabashedly.

Allie, catching a glimpse of Connie's face in a mirror, turned to her and smiled.

"Oh, Connie, I'm ever so surprised that you're paying attention to my plain old every day cotton panties."

"Just stop trying to be a tease. We've got work to do."

"I'm not trying to be a tease at all. I'm doing quite well at it."

Connie blushed openly, something she had not done for a very long time. Then again very few trannies whom she had helped through their first stages had ever given her a hard-on, and never one as intense as this inexperienced petite boy/girl had so easily raised in her.

This little bitch is far too confident for a beginner. Given half a chance, she'll edge me out as the favored girl. Ignore her, that's the thing to do.

Connie stared icily at Allie. The neophyte trannie realized she was causing Connie all sorts of consternation but Connie's stare made her back off. Allie, who had so quickly learned to intimidate boys and certain genuine girls, was herself unsettled by this young transwoman whom she, realized, she so wanted to be like. Or did she?

Allie stood as tall as she could as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and turned to face her would be mentor. As she slowly faced Connie, her thumbs, still hooked in her panties, slid closer to her belly button. Her hands moved slowly downward so that the line of her waistband skimmed the top edge of her pubic hair. Connie stared unable to hide the anguish she felt at being overwhelmed with the urge to throw this insolent neophyte to the floor and crush her balls in her hand.

How the hell can I ignore this little shit when I'm already dripping precum?

Connie's irritation and frustration broke through as she slapped Allie who staggered back in surprise. The neophyte bared her teeth like a snarling animal.

"That was a huge mistake. Oh, no, I'm not going to fight you now but I will get back at you. Just don't get in my way." The teen trannie grabbed her boy clothing and started to dress. "Oh, I know you probably can beat the piss out of me but not before I mark your face, so stay away."

"What are you doing?" Connie was truly upset.

"Leaving and don't try to stop me."

"Listen to me, please." Connie's voice betrayed the panic she felt at realizing that if Allie left, she would be in dire straits when she tried to explain to Miss Preston how this potential prize escaped.

Bewildered at this strange turn of events, Connie gawked as Allie slipped into her chinos. The older trannie stood arms akimbo and took a deep breath.

"Listen to me, you little…"

"Little what?" The teen's authoritative tone stopped Connie in mid-sentence and forced her to change her approach.

"Allie, I'm sorry but do stop and think. You're throwing way a great opportunity."

"No, darling, it's you who's losing a great opportunity, an opportunity to make me your tool and Miss Preston's whatever it is she wants me to be for her. Now, out of my way!"

Connie's aplomb was fading more and more each time Allie opened her mouth. To her chagrin, she was becoming aroused by the young boy/girl's aggressive reaction yet her fear of Miss Preston's wrath if Allie failed to come under her influence, dampened any chance of her actually having sex, rough or otherwise with this very sexy and very angry trans-girl who was so terribly inexperienced but so talented at being a girl.

Allie slipped into her shoes and man's shirt. Undoing the front of her chinos, she started to tuck in the shirt. Connie seized the opportunity, stepped in back of Allie, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her from the floor. Allie flailed helplessly in Connie's strong arms. The teen swung her legs out, pressed her feet against the door frame and pushed back with all her strength. The maneuver sent Connie staggering backwards with her arms still around Allie's waist. The agile teen bucked sending Connie onto her back. The boy/girl's firm butt landed in the pit of Connie's stomach leaving her gasping for breath.

Connie lay on her side in fetal position as she struggled to breathe. Her skirt was almost at her waist, revealing her white satin panties and, through the delicate fabric, her rapidly hardening dick. Allie gazed triumphantly at her fallen exploiter. She used her foot to nudge Connie onto her back and knelt over her. She smiled sardonically at the frightened trans-woman before dropping her knee into Connie's already sore stomach.

"Oh, what have we here?" She rested her fingers on Connie's stiff prick.

"You must really love to be hurt. Tell me now, which do you find more arousing, more satisfying. Is it physical pain or emotional pain that gets you so hard?" Connie shook her head as her eyes widened in terror. Allie held Connie's balls and slowly began tightening her grip. The young trannie was enjoying her power over the more experienced Connie who was intended by Miss Preston to be her mentor. She put her free hand on Connie's face.

"I told you I'd mark you if you attacked me." She relished the look of total dread on the so recently haughty creature lying terrified beneath her.

"Oh, but you're just too beautiful to mark up." Allie moved her hand away from Connie's face. As she did she tightened her grasp on her victim's balls. A twist of Allie's hand and Connie fainted from the excruciating pain.

Allie felt a glow of satisfaction as she noticed the very large, very wet pre-cum spot on Connie's panties. She knew she had no time to waste. Allie felt her own cock hardening as she stared down at the prostrate figure of the androgynous and ever so beautiful Connie. She knelt and kissed Connie on the lips. The older trannie stirred, yielded to Allie's caresses. Allie turned Connie onto her belly and lay on her with her own erect prick against the crack of Connie's bottom. She had no need to fuck Connie's delicious butt; no need because she came all over Connie's panty covered rear in seconds.

Allie maintained an air of calm self-possession as she finished dressing. She kissed her finger tips and put them on the lips of the defeated Connie. "Bye, lover. We'll have to try this again some other time."

She calmly walked out of the apartment. After leaving the apartment, Connie got to a busy street as quickly as she could.

Connie soon recovered and struggled to her feet. Her head whirled with a storm of conflicting emotions. Above all, she knew she wanted to take Allie up on that sarcastic offer.

"We'll have to try this again some other time." Why did she have to say that? I hate her; I hate her because I want her so much.

Connie was unable to contain her feelings even as she her thoughts dwelled on her hatred of Allie, the novice who so upset her plans to be number one in Miss Preston's staff of boy/girls, a staff whose services brought Miss Preston more income in a month than she could possibly earn in a year of teaching. It was a strange and heady blend of humiliation and exhilaration that Connie felt as she slowly undressed in her bathroom. She filled the sink with cool water and dropped her cum soaked panties in to soak. Then a shower before phoning Miss Preston. It was as if she were a rape victim who cleans away all evidence of the violation perpetrated on her before she phones the police or goes to a hospital.

Connie phoned Miss Preston to report that Allie had bolted. She dared not go into detail. Tears ran down her cheeks as Miss Preston berated her. After hanging up the phone, she turned her attention to her still very erect cock. In less time than she hoped, she brought herself to a pulsating orgasm.

The phone conversation with Miss Preston was not in the least what Connie expected.

"Pull yourself together and get yourself back to my place. No, sweetie, not your fault at all. I brought you along too quickly. Your appearance is flawless but you still think and react like the sissy boy you were for so long. Just dress quickly and get over here as soon as you can."

First a gaffe, then white cotton panties under white Bermuda shorts, tailored look white bra under a French sailor's blouse, tennis sneakers.

Miss Preston critically eyed her failed protégée. Connie quivered visibly under the scrutiny of the woman who had rescued her and whose trust she had betrayed by creating that ridiculous scene which drove Allie from the fold even before she had become one of them. A smile slowly developed on Miss Preston's face.

Connie avoided eye contact by looking down at her finger nails. A shudder chilled her as she noticed the scars of her abortive suicide attempt. Miss Preston had saved her from an indefinite commitment in a mental hospital, had wrested custody from her angry parents, angry because their child's pain led her to embarrass them by trying to kill him/herself. She knew Miss Preston would

forgive her. She also knew that there would be a price to pay for being allowed to remain under Miss Preston's protection.

"Relax, Connie, my love. I am going to need a secretary when I set up the next phase of my plan. I've been lucky enough to avoid detection all these years but it's time to give up teaching before I'm caught and wind up in jail with no pension to see me through when I get out.

"You're going to register in stenography school. You'll live the life of a mousy girl from out of town while you learn to be of some use to me. It shouldn't be very difficult for you to play that role. You do know that under that beautiful face and figure, you're still the frightened little boy you were when I took you from that psychiatric unit and gave you a persona you could live with. And just to keep you away from mischief, you'll move back here and help out in any way I need you to.

"Stop that sniffling and pull yourself together. There's no need for that useless melodrama. Not unless you think it suits your brand of femininity. It's stale as far as I'm concerned so you may as well stop the tears. You'll have a chance to redeem yourself. Don't look so quizzical. You'll know what I expect by way of atonement when I'm good and ready to tell you. But first you're going to have to show me that you have some potential to be a commanding, authoritative woman.

"Fail me once more and I'll personally drive you back to that town where I found you and kick you out of my car. They'll no doubt remember you. Don't ever forget what life was like only three months ago."

Had Miss Preston seen the look of hatred on Connie's face she might have tempered her diatribe against the wretched transgirl. Had she seen Connie's facial expression go from one of hatred to a sneer of revengeful contempt, she would have treated Connie with kid gloves from that moment forward.

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Allie was a little shaky on Monday morning as, dressed totally as the boy she had been for too long, she approached the school building well before classes were to start. She knew she would have to face Miss Preston sooner or later.

The boy/girl was startled as Miss Preston greeted her from behind.

"Good morning, Allie. Yesterday must have been a nightmarish disappointment for you. Don't try to pretend it was otherwise.

"I do so apologize for Connie's extraordinary and inexcusable behavior yesterday. I fully understand you may no longer have any interest in working with me and my associates. Rest assured you'll have no further problems from Connie.

"But do yourself a favor. Just take some time to decide what you want to do or not do. Should you decide to give it another try, feel free to stop by my office at your convenience or you can call me."

It was over that quickly. Allie, for the moment at least, was willing to forgive Miss Preston for the bizarre episode with Connie. As she sat waiting for Anne and Rebecca, she began to have second thoughts.

Miss Preston was just too matter of fact, too domineering. Not an ounce of feeling or sincerity in what she said. I couldn't have gotten a word in edgewise even if I wanted to. She has the nerve to say "do myself a favor." I'll be damned before I come begging to Miss Preston to be given another chance. Why would I even want another chance with her? A chance to be her tool; who needs it?"

Despite her boy attire, Allie assumed a very femme posture by wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She began to sulk.

Damn it to hell! Why can't I get that picture of Connie looking up at me in total defeat out my mind? Pretty obvious though. I was never so turned on, well almost never, than I was when I knew I had total control over her and that under it all Connie was enjoying it as much as I was. Poor Connie, so gorgeous and so pathetic. A slave to Miss Preston is all she is.

"A penny for your thoughts." Barb's voice jarred Allie back to the moment.

Allie looked up to see Barb standing on the step above where she sat. The look Allie gave her nemesis was anything but friendly.

"Okay, okay, just say so and I'll take off. It's just that I see Preston is trying to get her fangs into you. I'd hate to see a good kid like you beholden, no, trapped by her. Especially not when you're first waking up to who you really are. Take it from me, it isn't easy."

"Come off it, Barb. Since when do you care about what happens to me? Okay, so just leave me be. We have nothing in common."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. Take care of yourself. I really mean it whether you think so or not."

Barb turned and walked quickly up the stairs toward the school doors. A gust of wind lifted her skirt, not so high as to reveal more than the back of her knees to the casual passerby but from Allie's unique perspective of being seated on the steps below Barb, she was treated to a disturbingly fetching glimpse of Barb's ungirdled tush, a tush that was surprisingly flat. Of course no one had ever noticed that little peculiarity since, like most nice girls of the fifties, Barb's hips and rear were concealed under loose skirts covering petticoats and crinolines. Allie began to wonder about Barb.

Well, maybe we do have something in common. There's only one way to find. Nah, not worth the time and effort. Barb's a conceited, petulant bitch no matter what she's hiding in her panties. Hell, no. If she is a girl like me there's no chance she could be doing it full time and get through high school unnoticed.

To Allie's annoyance, there was a note from Miss Preston in her locker. The woman who was so haughty and dismissive not half an hour ago had taken the time and trouble to write a note to Allie and then see that it was slipped into her locker.

Allie carefully read and reread the handwritten note several times before folding neatly and putting it in her boy's style wallet.

Okay, okay so maybe I am being a jerk by taking the bait. I can always back out. After all, this is just a chat in her office in school during school hours. Nothing bad can happen. Besides, I really would love to get my hands on Connie again, finish what we started, only this time a little more romantically. I'll be damned if I show up at her bidding.

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Connie was settling into her new role as part-time secretarial school student and part time maid to Miss Preston. The maid part consisted only of serving cocktails at occasional before dinner cocktail parties that Miss Preston gave for a select few ladies and gentlemen. These gentlemen paid substantial sums for the pleasure of enjoying these parties in the company of girls Miss Preston had mentored and were beholden to her.

The secretarial school had written to let Miss Preston know that her ward was doing very, very well and would likely qualify for a position as an executive secretary on completion of her courses. Miss Preston was livid. No way would she allow Connie to escape from her clutches. She would have a surprise for Connie when she returned home.

Connie looked at her closet in shock and then cried hysterically. Almost her entire wardrobe had been slashed to shreds!

Half an hour later she had calmed enough to make a telephone call.

"Allie, it's me, Connie. Just hang up if you totally hate me but I really need your help. – No, I can't meet you on some neutral place, at least not yet. Preston will kill me if she knows what I'm up to.

Allie was overwhelmed at being called by Connie. She wondered whether she was being deceived or was Connie in as much danger as she made it sound?

Allie knew, too, that she wanted to once again experience that thrill of total power and total arousal that came when she had Connie at her feet.

Was it only 'cause it was Connie, a girl with a dick or can that happen with an ordinary boy? Only one way to find out. I'll call him now. Poor Ron.

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"Hi Ron."

"Allie! I can't believe you're calling me. How come?"

"Just feel like chatting," she purred. "Say, Ron, you in the mood for a walk with your special girlfriend?"

"Who do you mean?"

"Are you just being a stinker or have you really forgotten that girl you gave a ride in your car?"

"Oh, no, no. I didn't forget her. I'll pick you up in front of your house in ten minutes."

"Can't we just go for a walk or are you afraid your friends will see you with me?"

"Allie, I just want to be with you and I don't care who see us."

"Make it twenty minutes. A girl has to dress and do her hair. But first she has to pick out her underthings. See you soon, lover."

Allie, almost desperate to slip into femme attire, undressed quickly.

She opened her drawer and reached behind and under her boy underthings. A shiver of anticipation went through her as her fingertips touched the panties Anne had 'loaned' her that fateful evening when Ron had offered a ride without realizing this self-assured girl was the fairy boy whose resistance to Ron's bullying had nearly ruined his social standing.

A confident half smile as she turned sideways to the mirror and regarded the effect as she snapped the hem of her panties over her tush. It was a move she wanted to master before wearing a girl's swimsuit.

Next she donned the padded bra. Her lightest colored slacks followed. Ever so little lipstick and that was blotted off at once. She wanted to give the illusion of being a girl who needed no makeup but whose wholesome outdoorsy complexion made it look as if she were wearing makeup.

She looked at her shirts but rejected them as too boyish. Well, of course; these were young men's shirts. Mummy would never mind her borrowing a blouse. The semi-opaque fabric allowed her the back of her bra to show through. Clip-on earrings and patent flats were also commandeered from Mummy's closet.

A touch of fear ran through Allie, very rational fear that if she were recognized by some of the boys she might be assaulted, hurt. She abandoned Mummy's shoes and opted for her own penny-loafers with no socks. It was chilly enough outside that a sweater to cover her blouse would prevent her bra from showing until she was ready to use the effect to bring Ron to heel.

After writing a note to Mummy explaining about the blouse, Allie grabbed her boy wallet, put her keys in it, and left the apartment carrying the wallet as if it were a small clutch purse.

Ron was leaning against the fender of his car as Allie walked down the porch steps. She favored Ron with a smile as he stared at her wondering if this were Allie or a very pretty girl who looked very much like the effeminate boy who had so captivated him. A huge grin of recognition spread over Ron's face as he walked toward Allie.

"You look so, so…" Ron stumbled to avoid saying words like pretty or sexy to describe Allie.

"Different? Is that how you would describe me?"

"Yeah. I guess that's it."

"Well, of course, I am different but it would be nice of you really said what you're thinking."

Ron, taken aback by Allie's assertive reaction to his hesitation, gaped at Allie.

"Let's go, lover. We're taking a walk together." Allie took Ron's hand in hers. The boy/girl's widened in anger as Ron, still holding on to Allie's hand, resisted.

"Why don't we go for a ride in my car? Maybe I can say what you want me to if I can…"

"No, Ron. We agreed to meet and take a walk around the neighborhood. And besides, it's not a matter of what I want you to say. All I want is for you to tell me how you feel about me and how you feel when you're near me. If you're not going to talk to me, then you can get lost. Good night."

Allie entwined her fingers with Ron's then squeezed tightly and twisted her wrist bending Ron's hand and fingers causing him to wince in pain. She dropped his hand and strode toward the side door of her house. Ron followed angrily.

"I suppose you want me to invite you in. No thanks. You're not man enough to be around me, jerk!"

Ron put his hands on Allie's shoulders and started to plead.

"Come on, Allie, give me a break. Okay, okay so you do turn me on but I'm so scared that everyone will think I'm queer. Please, just give me a chance to..."

"Yeah, sure, give you a chance. Like you gave Allan a chance."

With that the girl/boy drove her heel into Ron's toes. It had the effect she wanted.

"You shit," was all Ron could say before Allie stepped away from the side of the house and pushed the confused boy face first against the wall. She instinctively put her foot in back of his heel and yanked him backwards by his hair. Taken by surprise and totally off balance, Ron staggered and fell landing flat on his back.

"Get that straight or this is only a sample of what I'll do to you," Allie admonished as she stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at her fallen victim. Both were monetarily distracted as a car slowed and all but stopped the bottom of the driveway

"Allie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ron sounded on the verge of tears. "Let me get up."

"Go ahead, get up." She turned to unlock the side door. Ron got up slowly and carefully.

"Come in," ordered Allie.

Ron stood inside the side door.

"Gee, Ron, I hope I didn't hurt you but I do want to be treated like a lady. As a matter of fact, I insist on it."

"Forget it. I deserved it."

"That's sweet. Why don't we go down to the basement and put on some records."

Ron looked around the basement. The couch along the wall caught his eye. He was fascinated and panicked by the possibilities of making out with Allie on the couch.

"I think I better go."

"Afraid of what might happen between us?" Allie asked provocatively.

"I don't know. I just don't feel right."

"Go then, but I think you deserve a good-night kiss."

Ron melted as Allie put her hand behind his head and brought her open mouth to his. He responded only to have Allie knee him in the crotch, hard enough to make him clutch his balls but not so hard as to put him out of commission.

The injured boy tried to clear his head as Allie undid hips belt and fly and pushed his jeans down, hobbling him and exposing the start of what was rapidly becoming a very intense hard-on.

Allie smiled sardonically as she opened her slacks and slowly lowered them. Ron stared transfixed at the outline of Allie's circumcised cock-head through her panties.

"Prove to me you want me," she whispered as she sat back on the couch and pulled her panty crotch aside.

Ron knelt between her knees and, tentatively at first, put his lips to Allie's cock-head. His tongue reached out to take the drop of pre-cum already beading on the tip of his trannie mistress's powerfully stiff dick. His mouth enveloped the entire head. He moaned in frustration as Allie pulled his head off her prick. She guided his mouth toward the base of her shaft. Ron slowly licked the underside until he raced the head.

Ron took the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the rim as Allie began to massage her shaft. Moments later he felt Allie's hips buck as her exploding shot wave after wave of cum into his awaiting mouth.

Allie beckoned to him, to bring his mouth to hers. The kiss was long and deep as Allie reveled in the taste her own cum in her lover's mouth. She pushed him away, took his cock in her hand and then released it.

"Jerk it off. If you're really sorry for using nasty language in front of me, you'll jerk yourself off for me, right now!"

He had no choice but to obey.

"Now go. And don't bother to call me."

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Allie, having dismissed Ron, sat brushing her hair when the phone rang.

"Hi Allie. You okay?"

"Sure Anne. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, Rebecca and I were driving around when we saw you and Ron in the driveway next to your house. It looked like he was trying to get his way with you. We were ready to jump in but then you really handled him. Looked like you were about to kick his butt."

"Thanks for thinking about me. You two are real pals. I got him inside and really made him think he was going to get somewhere with me. I beat him up and then made him suck me off! It was such a great feeling."

"You really did that! Listen to me. Rebecca and I started learning to defend ourselves and then, you're not going to believe this but since we turned eighteen we get paid to fight men and hurt them. It's like getting paid for having fun."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No. I wouldn't kid about things like this. How do you think I can buy the clothes you were so envious of?

"Look, let's get together and talk."

A few days later the trio met at Rebecca's. Anne did most of the talking.

"There's this café called 'Sappho's Daughters.' During the week it's not so much a lesbian hangout as it is a gathering place for arty types. On Sunday nights couples and business men from out of town show up. The men and some of the couples pay to see us in action or to be our opponents. No sex involved. It's easy money.

"Why not start training and hang around with us? See if you like it."

"Gee, that sounds swell. But you know, I mean I'm not a girl, not really."

"Kiddo, they'll pay double if they know you're a girl with something extra in her panties."

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That sounds like such a good deal. Might be real fun and get some pocket money without nagging Mummy for more than we can afford. But that would make me a freak in a freak show. No! That's not for me. Still, learning to fight might come in handy if some goon tries to get in my panties. I'm getting a real charge out of pushing Ron around. Might be even more fun to surprise some guy. If I'm getting a thrill and giving some jerk a thrill I might as well make a few bucks. I'm juts so confused. Say! Keep an open mind and take it as it comes. No commitments for now except to learn how to fight.

For the second time that evening the phone interrupted Allie's thoughts.

"Allie, it's me, Connie. I'm okay but I have to hide from Preston. She'll kill me without hesitation. I mean kill me dead. She's killed before. Verushka is finding me a place to stay. The less you know the better off you'll be."

"What is going on?"

"I have no time to talk now but you can call Verushka in a couple of days and get the whole story from her."

"How do I know you're not setting me up for something awful?"

"Okay, what if I tell you Preston is going to quit her job. Not even quit. Just not show up, just vanish as soon as she realizes what I have on her."

"If what you say is true and she disappears without a word, I'll get in touch with Verushka."

To everyone's surprise except Allie's, Miss Preston failed to show up at school the following Monday. When her landlord checked her apartment, it was intact except for photos and personal papers.

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"Yes, Allie. There is much that I know but you'll be a lot safer for now if Jane Preston has no suspicion that you've been in contact with me."

"Thank you, Miss Verushka. Please, please cal me if you hear from Connie."

"Of course I will. But Allie, just one thing; call me Verushka without the miss."

Allie hung up the phone and stepped out of the phone booth. She was flattered that Verushka asked her to omit the miss when addressing her. She felt as if she were being accepted into a very special circle, more sophisticated, more creative, more open to new experiences than any she had ever known. It was a feeling akin to being asked to be part of the clique of tough minded, independent teens who hung out with Marcia. It was almost as thrilling as being with Anne and Rebecca.

Mrs. Kaufman eyed from behind the counter but said nothing as the young boy/girl studied the magazine rack. The boy/girl smiled warmly at Mrs. Kaufman as she noticed, for the first time, that this fortyish woman, so plain without makeup or stylish hair-do was really classically beautiful. She wondered what her life might have been had not the Nazis rose to power and sent her to a concentration camp. Her brief reflection ended as Ron impatiently honked his car horn.

Allie impulsively selected a copy of teen fashion magazine aimed at real girls far younger than the now frightened youth. Mrs. Kaufman looked at her quizzically.

"Allie, something is wrong. You want to tell me?"

"Something is very wrong, Mrs. Kaufman. I'm okay. It's just some girl I know, not from our neighborhood, might be in real trouble."

"A girl like you, yes?"

' Allie nodded feebly then answered softly. "Yes, it's so awful. Thanks for noticing."

"You want to tell me? You'll feel better."

"I can't."

Allie made a dash through the evening rain and into Ron's waiting car just as the newspaper delivery truck hurled a bundle of the late evening papers onto the sidewalk. A bus pulled up in a hiss of air brakes. An instant later Marcia and a few others ran from the bus and into the soda fountain.

"Wait Ron. I want to save Mrs. Kaufman from having to go out in the rain. She's being so nice to me."

Allie dropped the wet bundle of newspapers at the end of the counter. Mrs. Kaufman smiled thanks and continued chatting with Marcia and a couple of her cronies as she made sundaes for them. Mrs. Kaufman looked up in shocked surprise as Marcia animatedly told her of Miss Preston's disappearance.

"Preston, you say!"

"Yeah, Jane Preston. Why, do you know her?"

"A long time ago in Europe I met up with somebody by that name, a student from America. Can't be the same woman. Must be a coincidence."

Allie paused long enough to overhear this brief conversation and to wave hi to Marcia as the real girl and her friends carried their sundaes to a booth.

Mrs. Kaufman cut the string holding the newspaper bundle together and discarded the wet paper wrapping. The tabloid headline screamed the story of Miss Preston's disappearance. The jump on page three showed several photos of Miss Preston.

Mrs. Kaufman rubbed the concentration camp tattoo on her right forearm as she stared in disbelief at the photos.

That name is no coincidence. It really is her, that witch who denounced her own brother to the Nazis. I bet Allie knows something about this. That poor child won't be safe until that mad woman is dead.

She folded her arms over her chest and stared thoughtfully into the middle distance.

"Marcia, darling, what's Allie's last name?"

Mrs. Kaufman, her question answered, began looking through the phone book.

She was all but certain Marcia could give her Allie's phone number and address but the refugee woman dared not do a thing that would call attention to her or to Allie.

A busy signal. A few minutes later she phone again. This time there was no answer.

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To Ron's surprise, Allie curled her legs under her and slid close to the boy as he drove aimlessly though the evening rain. A quick glance in the rearview mirror reminded him that the girl whose nearness was so exciting was still the effeminate boy who always held an attraction for him. He avoided looking at Allie lest his own insecurities might stop the confession he was about to make.

"Allie. Don't say anything. Just listen to me. There's something I need to day to you."

"Go ahead, Ron, hon."

Ron became very aware that his cock wasn't quite flaccid the instant Allie called him 'hon.'

"This is kind of a confession." He took a deep breath before continuing. "When I first saw you way back in junior high, I felt all funny, like you were some kind of girl, sexy like, but I knew you were a boy. My friends noticed that I used to look at you different so they teased me. To prove I was a man I began to bother you, bully you. I hated myself but I had to prove something. All I proved was that I'm a shit who doesn't deserve to live."

Allie put her finger on Ron's lips.

"Am I really such a horror that you would kill…"

Allie never finished her sentence. Ron pulled the car over to the curb and started to cry.

"Let me kiss it better," purred Allie as she put her mouth over Ron's, probed with her tongue. "Take me home so we can feel safe."

A steady rain fell as Allie led Ron to the second floor apartment and to her bedroom. She had called out to see if Mummy had returned but there was no answer. Nor were there any messages on the pad next to the phone.

Allie stood in front of Ron and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Take of those wet things and put on this robe. Be right back."

Allie grabbed some things from her dresser and padded down the hall to the bathroom while Ron obediently removed his not very wet clothes. More than a little disappointed to find the robe Allie had given him was not at all feminine, he put it on over his white cotton underpants. He looked up to see a transformed Allie in front of him.

The boy/girl wore sky blue nylon panties and a blue bra. Eyeliner and shadow gave her eyes an intensity that melted Ron while intensifying the erection that had so suddenly sprouted at the very sight of Allie in bra and panties.

Allie pulled Ron to his feet and pushed the robe off his shoulders. She slipped yanked his underpants down to his ankles leaving him hobbled. Ron moaned as Allie cupped his bottom as she kissed him.

Ron felt himself being guided backwards until he fell against the bed.

"Just let me take charge," whispered Allie. Ron shook his head as he squirmed with desire and fear.

"Don't make hurt you or is that what you like?" Allie slapped his balls.

She wrapped her legs around Ron's neck and squeezed as she rolled from side to side.

"I give, I give," was all Ron could get out.

"I knew you would be reasonable."

Allie knelt alongside Ron and took his cock in her mouth as she alternately twisted and caressed Ron's scrotum. Within minutes he screamed as he came.

As Ron lay spent, Allie managed to work a lubricated finger into his bottom. Much to the ambivalent boy's surprise, his cock was restored to its former rampant posture. The aggressive trannie was now between the supine Ron's knees. She hooked her arms under his legs and leaned forward to kiss him. Ron, his knees now near his chest yield to Allie's tongue by opening his mouth fully.

A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt Allie's cockhead press against his hole. Ron tensed as Allie pushed her dick passed her lover's sphincter. The whimper grew louder as Allie thrust deeper into Ron's butt. He was wild with arousal as Allie rocked from side to side as she fucked him. He felt Allie convulse as she came, pumping what seemed like quarts of cum into the deflowered hole of her former nemesis.

He was hers to do to what she pleased and for as long as she chose to use him.

Allie shoved the exhausted Ron from her bed. He lay on the floor staring at her wanting to tell her things he never dreamed of before that night yet fearing that his own desires might materialize.

The boy he wanted more than he ever dreamed possible remained just that, a boy. Despite Allie's unique beauty and desirability she still had a cock and that, as far as Ron had always believed, made her untouchable to a 'real man.' Ron sat on the floor with his back against the bed as Allie walked slowly to her desk, a desk which doubled as a vanity table. The shiny white panties emphasized the sway of the trannie's narrow hips. Ron stared hypnotized at Allie's smooth skin, watched the play of her muscles as she brushed her short hair.

The trouble with Allie, Ron felt, was that she was so perfect. What he wished could be otherwise was that her cock made her even more perfect than if she were a real girl. That was what so troubled him. Could he ever accept that a cock made for a better lover than a pussy? A surge of disgust fro his own feelings went through him. At that instant he hated Allie for everything she was: beautiful, sexy, tough, and an unbelievable great lover.

"Allie, I mean you're a really swank kid but tonight was, was…"

She turned to glare at the frightened boy. He cringed as if he expected her to physically attack him. That might have been a mercy.

"Don't you dare tell me that tonight was a mistake. You know you wanted this and you would love more of it. Well, just forget about ever having anything to do with me again. Don't talk to me, don't even look at me when we pass by each other. I thought you were learning, that you might be okay. Boy, was I wrong. Now get out of here before I hurt you."

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Ron wasn't sure whether he was more angry at Allie for having awakened the feelings he had so long buried under his veneer of machismo or angry at himself for responding to the seemingly irresistible and very forceful trannie.

To add to his upset, his car wouldn't start. Wet wires. Well, at least the rain had stopped. He was so absorbed in feeling sorry for himself that he failed to notice the late model car that had cruised passed as it circled the block.

He got out of his car and started up the driveway to ring Allie's bell and ask to use her phone. Then he thought better of it. She would certainly think he was being remorseful, trying to make it up to her. No. He wouldn't do it. Trying to make it up to her after their near fight had cost him any chance with Barb. What was even worse was that it had started him down the path to what he feared most; being a queer.

Ron started to cross the street just as that same car slowly turned the corner. He would not have been so casual if he knew that Jane Preston was behind the wheel and that she had mistaken him for Allie.

The car accelerated and came at Ron before he could dodge out of its way. The right front fender struck him and sent him crashing between two parked cars. The driver was frustrated that she didn't strike her victim squarely and leave her certain that she had rid the world of another pervert. What made so much more personal was that this one had destroyed her cover. She reversed the car, pulled up alongside the gap between the cars where the injured Ron lay half conscious. She would finish off Allie by pounding her head against the curb.

The woman knelt over Ron and pulled his head up by his hair. The fact that it wasn't Allie increased her fury, sending her into a blind rage.

She flung Ron face first against the curb. A moment later she was in the car and speeding down the quite street.

A moment later the car ran through the stop sign and swerved onto the main street. A screech of locked brakes and the car spun out of control striking a heavy concrete traffic stanchion that was set in the road to protect passengers waiting for the trolley car. The driver should have been bleeding profusely but corpses bleed so very little.

The police sergeant dispatched to the scene studied the wrecked car.

"Take a few pictures of this," he said gesturing to the front passenger side fender. "Good bet she was fleeing that hit and run that was phoned in. Any word on that kid who was hit?"

"Yeah, he'll be okay. But get this, he recognized the driver. Claims it was that schoolteacher who disappeared a few days ago."

"How could he recognize the driver in the dark, especially when he didn't see the car coming at him?"

"The kid says she got out of the car and when she saw it wasn't this other kid, a kid called Allie, she became a wild woman raving like a loony and then slammed his face against the curb. He admits he really didn't see the woman's face but from what she said it had to be the Preston woman. Tells us she said something like, Oh my God, that's not Allie. I got the wrong one. Says he thinks Preston had reason to go after Allie. Might be he's delirious or might not be. Facial injuries look like someone did what he says she did. Funny thing though."

"What's that?"

"I couldn't figure out whether this Allie he's talking about is a girl or a boy. Says he was coming from her, his, whoever's house when he got hit."

"Let's talk to that Allie kid. My bet is that Preston or someone who wanted us to think she's Preston figured on running down Allie. Case of mistaken identity."

//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Mommy, having returned home a few minutes after the hit and run episode, was relieved to find Allie stepping out of the shower. They watched from the front window as the ambulance pulled away and a second police car backed down the one-way street. Allie was perplexed to see a uniformed sergeant and a patrolman walk toward the front door of their house.

"Relax, sweetie. I'm sure they're just looking for anyone who may have seen the accident."

"Oh, Mommy, that's not it. Ron, he's that boy I almost had a fight with in school, he left the house and then I heard the sound of might have been a car crash. I'm afraid he may have been the one who was run over."

"You seem like an awfully nice kid," commented the sergeant, "But why would this Miss Preston have been out to hurt you."

Allie looked at Mommy who nodded, a silent message that it was okay for her to tell all she knew to this calmly reassuring police officer.

"Will I get in trouble if I, if I…"

"Allie, unless you were directly involved in illegal activity that might hurt others, I promise there won't be any trouble for you. I think I know what's on your mind.

"There are some boys who aren't comfortable being boys. They like to dress and do things as if they were a girl. Some cops go after them. I don't, never have. They need to be protected more than most kids because they can get it from every direction.

"You're one of those boys who like to be a girl, right? Your secret's safe with me and him." He nodded toward the patrolman who smiled compassionately at Allie.

Allie, relieved to unburden herself, told of how she stood up to Ron, then seduced him. The smile she got from the sergeant conveyed approval for what she had done. His driver's smile conveyed the same approval but with more than a hint of admiration.

Allie went on to tell how Miss Preston had wanted her to interview for some vague sort of job, how she had Connie draw a picture of her as if she were wearing makeup, and of her confrontation with Connie later that day.

"Connie called me a couple of times. She was really scared and said she was trying to hide from Miss Preston but I wasn't sure if I could trust her. Oh, and she said Verushka would help her."

"Tell me about this Verushka. Do you know where we can find her?"

"Sarge, Verushka is a Russian pet name for Vera. Shall I start checking all listings for Vera with a Russian sounding last name?"

"Go ahead but it'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Say, I remember Verushka was once a ballerina and now she has some sort of school. I think it's in the arty district. Does that help?"

"Kid, you just made finding Verushka a snap." His facial expression belied his words.

The patrolman looked around and saw a phone book under the telephone table in the hall. He looked up dance schools in the yellow pages.

Hey, sarge, this has got to be the Verushka. Vera Rachevsky formerly of…"

"Yeah, yeah. Just write it down and I'll check it out."

"Now, if it's okay with your mother and okay with you I would like you to one thing for me. You don't have to but it would be doing us a real favor."

"Whatever Allie decides is fine with me. I want her to always do her duty as a good citizen."

"This may be above and beyond the call of duty, Ma'am. I want her to take a look at the driver's body."

 

The sergeant's driver volunteered to drive Allie and Mommy to the county morgue where the driver's body had been taken pending identification and an autopsy.

The fully clothed body lay covered on a gurney as the trio entered.

"You sure you're ready for this?" asked the patrolman with genuine concern and caring.

Allie nodded and moved forward. She blanched as the attendant lifted the covering from the corpse's face. Her mouth opened in disbelief but no sound emerged. The young police officer put his arm around Allie to steady.

"It's okay. I'm not going to faint."

The patrolman was slow to release her from his shielding embrace.

"That's not Miss Preston. Her name is, was Connie. I thought she might have been my friend but I was so wrong."

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The young patrolman dropped Allie and Mommy at their home before returning to the precinct house to report to his sergeant and to sign out. To Allie's very pleasant surprise he said he would feel better if he could come by and check to see if she was okay on his way home.

"Sarge. This is more than a couple of motor vehicle accidents."

"What makes you so sure of that? You talk pretty big for a rookie."

The young officer was not such a rookie as to deny it to this battle hardened old harness bull he trusted less and less by the second. He simply laid out the circumstances in such a way as to make his point irrefutable. It took some effort to make the sergeant see he wasn't letting his imagination run wild.

"So it's not an official ID. The little queer doesn't even know the freak's last name. You may be that this isn't a simple hit and run with a fatal crash to end it. Guess this goes over to the detective bureau. Probably never be solved. But that's no big deal considering that bunch of queers knock each other off. I just want to check in with this Verushka character."

The patrolman was struck by how much the smooth line of talk the sergeant had given Allie about protecting girls like her stood in contrast to the hateful and derisive attitude he was now showing. He was about to hand the sergeant the page of his notepad on which he had written Verushka's address and phone number when the older cop picked up the direct line phone on his desk and began to dial.

"I'm calling this Verushka right now if that meets with your approval. Now, get out of here and go home." The sergeant pointed to the door of the office.

The patrolman was certain that Sergeant Clayton was somehow connected to or protecting whoever was responsible for whatever was going on. How else would he have known Verushka's phone number by heart if he never even saw it?

He changed to civilian clothes and then walked to an all-night coffee shop to phone Allie and Mommy.

"No need to put Allie on the phone just yet." He was relieved that Mommy had answered the phone. "Please trust me. Just don't go anywhere with Sergeant Clayton or even let him into your apartment. I'll explain when I see you. Please can I talk to Allie."

Allie got on the phone.

"Hi kiddo. I just wanted to hear your voice so I know you're safe."

He then phoned police headquarters and told them what he knew. Dan was asked to come in and give a statement with a stenographer present to record it. He declined politely knowing that he would be dead shortly after making a statement to police officials. He hung up the phone and called back from another phone booth several miles away. This was repeated a number of times to prevent the call being traced so that an officer involved in corruption could be dispatched to shoot him as he "resisted arrest."

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"Pretty shrewd, Vera, getting Preston's little fairy boy to do the dirty work. What made it even better was that the little fruit killed himself by running into a stanchion. Only loss is that you can't use him to knock off Allie or Preston herself. That would have ended your competition once and for all. How did you get the fairy to do the job?"

"Clayton, must you always be so coarse? Bear in mind that I do have some feeling for the boys I employ."

"You mean the boys you pimp for. So tell me how you did it."

"It wasn't difficult. Connie thought Preston figured out she was making photocopies of incriminating records so she figured Preston was out to kill her.

I offered to hide Connie and then told her I talked to Preston who agreed to take her back if she killed Allie by running her down."

"You're an impressive old broad. First you run a ballet company of female impersonators, and then you escape the Nazis by finding them fairy boys to take care of their sick needs and come here and open a ballet school where you run special classes fro boys who like to pretend their girls. You start a call girl service for men who like their girls to have pricks and to top it all off you become a murderer by proxy. Very impressive. You're safe as long as I get my cut."

Sergeant Carlson hung up on Vera Rachevsky who was smiling as she said to the dead receiver, "I may be safe but you are definitely in danger."

She kept smiling as she placed several sets of papers into manila mailing envelopes. One was addressed to the office of the mayor, one to the police commissioner and one to each of the three most notoriously muck-raking daily newspapers in the city.

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Mommy excused herself so as to leave Allie and Dan, the young cop, by themselves. Allie cringed as Dan lay his thirty-eight special on the end table next to the couch. "Better, I keep it handy. We don't know who may show up. You see…"

Allie never let him finish what he had to say. After all, it's very hard to keep talking when a very cute young trannie puts her tongue down your throat.

Dan responded as Allie's hand worked its way into his fly and groped for his prick. She straddled her new lover as she slipped he jean down and pressed her panty covered dick against his face. He lowered her pants just enough to expose her cock-head. In a minutes Allie knew that Dan was experienced in satisfying girls like her.

The next morning Mommy sat with Dan and Allie at the breakfast table. "With all the excitement last night, Allie, I never got to tell you that I have been offered a job as a librarian by a college in a very arty little town in northern New England."

When she named the college, Dan's face lit up. "Say, I was accepted there under the GI Bill. Couldn't decide whether to stay a cop down here or go be a student." He looked pensively into his coffee cup as if reading tea leaves.

"Have you decided?" Allie asked.

"Well, I can't stay a cop here and since you'll be there, I don't see nay way I could refuse that offer."

The next morning Vera Rachevsky went to the post office, mailed the packages and then went to several banks where she safe deposit boxes. She removed the cash she had stored in the boxes and returned to her apartment.

The story broke the next day. Vera hadn't counted on was that before she was able to leave the city and move on, Sergeant Clayton who was tipped off by a contact in one of the newspapers, paid her a brief visit. He shot her in a way calculated to let her die slowly. After watching her beg to be killed quickly, he shot himself.

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It was August when Allie and Mommy settled into their new home, a federal period house near the Bardwin campus. They decided to have an open house for the kids that group that had been linked together by the wild events of their senior year of high school.

Ron had reunited with Barb who had visited him every day during his hospitalization and ensuing convalescence at home. She wasn't going to let the opportunity to be the steady of a notorious celebrity slip by. Ron fro his part had started therapy and was beginning to accept that his affair with Allie had been her doing and that she had only used him to practice her skills at dominating males and how to enjoy them for her own sexual gratification. His therapy hadn't progressed far enough for him to face Allie nor would Barb allow Allie a second chance to take him away from her. Needless to add, they had refused the invitation.

Thus it was that Anne, Rebecca and Marcia came up to spend a few days with Allie. Allie, having lived in the town of Bardwin for all of three weeks showed her friends the area. A late lunch was planned at a lobster shack on a pier at the edge of town.

"What's wrong, Anne?" asked Anne who was sitting with her back to whatever had caused Anne to blanch so suddenly. "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"That wouldn't be far from wrong. Preston just walked in."

Marcia, ever the aggressive one, simply got up from the table and approached Miss Preston from the side.

"Hello, Miss Preston. You do want to join us at our table."

Miss Preston looked at Marcia and then at the two girls seated with the totally passable trannie. "Yes, seeing that I don't have a choice."

Allie slipped out to use the ladies room and made a quick phone call to Dan. He then called the state police barracks. It was determined that there was an active warrant outstanding for her arrest as a material witness in the on-going investigation of the strange case of Vera Rachevsky.

Dan soon joined them in the lobster shack.

"I'm asking for a chance to explain. I don't want forgiveness but I do want to tell someone what I've endured all these years.

"Some of what you may think you know is true, much of it is tissue of lies created by Vera. I did meet Vera back in Berlin before the war. My brother, a poorly cut out boy, made a beautiful girl. He began living fulltime as a woman and soon became a ballet student with Vera. I don't need to tell you that he studied and began to perform as a woman.

"My family was well off and sent him money each month. He wrote and told of his many lovers in the rising National Socialist movement, the Nazi party. My family was upset by the politics espoused by the Nazis and asked me, since I was a student in Paris, to go to Berlin and try to get him to come home. Vera was furious that I dared to try to rescue my brother. She swore there was no way she would give up a 'courtesan' who brought her so much money. I was horrified that she dared to call my beautiful brother a courtesan.

"She wrote a letter copying words from many samples of my handwriting, a letter denouncing my brother as a homosexual. The same Nazis who paid so highly to use him as a lover, of course, knew what he was. The letter's existence posed a danger to them if it fell into the hands of those higher up in the party and they had taken no action.

"Of course it appeared that I had denounced him. Vera made sure she had documentation of that lie and located me as soon as she was able to come here after the war. She followed me wherever I tried to settle down. She made it seem that I murdered the poor boys who no longer wanted to be part of her stable of male whores.

"I have a suite at the 'Inn on the Bay.' You can find me there. Good-bye for now."

The group leaned their heads closer as Allie spoke softly.
"She's lying. Here's how I know…" She went on to tell the story of her confrontation with Connie and how Connie called her in fear.

Dan reassured her that Jane Preston would be arrested before the afternoon was over, that there was ample proof she was a competitor of Vera in procuring neophyte trannies, honing their femininity and forcing them to work as call girls.

He was wrong about her being arrested. The witnesses said that her car accelerated and crashed through a fence and into the bay. It appeared a deliberate suicide.

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Dan and Allie decided to visit the scene the next day.

Allie, now living full time as a girl, dressed carefully for the outing. She no longer feared exposure since many people in the college community and in the town were aware of what she was. It gave her a special feeling to know they accepted her as she was and wanted always to be.

She sat at her vanity table clad only in white nylon panties as she brushed her hair until it glistened. She ran her fingertips over her nipples. The herbal combination the Indian woman who kept a small shop on Main Street had recommended was working. Her breasts, which now easily filled an A-cup bra and then some were living poof of that.

The lace edge of her new push-up would highlight the soft curve of her growing breast to advantage. After adjusting her breasts in the bra for the best effect, she stepped into a wide garter belt, a garter belt that was almost a girdle. She lowered her panties and readjusted then over the garter belt.

Allie smiled as she rolled her stockings and slid the delicate pale gossamer over her smooth legs. It wasn't so long ago that she managed to run almost every pair of hose she tried to put on. Now she had developed it into s smooth, practical but very sensual performance. Poor Dan will be so completely enthralled watching me dress. Poor Dan; that's a laugh. Lucky Dan is more like it. He'll enjoy every second of it.

Nest she slipped on a soft petticoat followed by a powder blue shirtwaist

dress. White patent leather pumps and matching purse. She clipped on demure

but very noticeable earrings. Her makeup retouched, she selected her hat, with

a flat wide brimmed straw with a blue ribbon.

Dan was suitable impressed when he saw her waiting for him as he pulled up in front of her house. He had arranged for their lunch to be served on the porch of the Inn by the Bay. The wine they enjoyed with their omelets had left her sleepy. Dan, who had thought of everything, led her up to their room just so she could nap.

The bed was turned down, the curtains drawn but the shades up. A rose lay on the pillow.

Dan sat on the chair and drew Allie close. She sat on his lap as they kissed playfully. Allie guided his hand to her knee. She felt his gentle touch and hoped he would take the hint. Yes, his hand moved to the top of her stockings. She rose to her feet and raised her skirt as she stepped closer to Dan. He nuzzled her stiff dick through her panties. Easing her panties lower, he freed her dick and gently sucked it.

They were on the bed with her dress in a heap on the floor near his shirt and trousers. It was as if they were in competition for who would suck whose cock first. This competition was resolved in a wonderfully slow sixty-nine that built to a screaming climax.

The pair lay locked in each other's arms as each tasted their own cum in their lover's mouth.

Then Allie turned on her back and spread her lags as she drew Dan close. She guided his head to her breast where he hungrily tasted her nipples.

"I've never done this before," Dan whispered as Allie drew her legs to her chest and guided Dan's dick to her hole.
"I'll teach you."

Dan was puzzled as Allie pushed him onto his back. Her tongue explored his raging hard-on making it painfully hard. Despite his recent orgasm, a pearl of precum appeared on the head of his cock. Allie took it with her tongue and then straddled her lover.

She lowered her self onto Dan's dick and smiled down at him. She began to swivel her hips, slowly and then ever so slightly faster as Dan withed and moaned under her the ministrations of Allie's not quite virgin butt hole.

The orgasm was unlike any either of them had ever experienced.

"Well teach, do I pass?" smiled Ron as soon as he caught his breath.

"No, silly but I do; pass, pass as a girl I mean."

"No."

"Dan!"

"No girl can ever be as great a lover as my Allie."

"Since when am I your Allie?"

"Since we got engaged."

"Are you sure you want to spend your life with a freak?"

"This ought to answer your question."

Dan reached for a small box on the night table. The ring was impressive but nearly as impressive as the love and sex that lay ahead.

Mardee Louise Prynne

  

  

  

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