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GIRL Center - A Leap of Faith

Karen Elizabeth L.

© Copyright 2003

Part 4

 

"Cheer up," I shrugged. "What's he going to do, tell me I have to go back to being a boy? You can bet that ain't gonna happen." I shrugged and gestured to my thirty-two B sized breasts.

I started reading the letter and noticed something strange; mom was beginning to grin. A few sentences later I saw why. The letter was an order from the court saying that after reviewing my progress with Mrs. Williams the judge was ordering that my sentence be ended and that I be released from any restrictions that I was under and be allowed to leave Great Indian River and return home with a clear record.

"I don't have to go back?" I asked excitedly. "That's so great!"

"I thought you wanted to finish at Great Indian," Mom seemed puzzled. "Are you really sure you'd rather go back to your old school as Faith?"

"No, it's not that mom," I explained. "I'm going back to good old Girl Center, I can't leave all of my friends and especially not Mrs. Williams, I'm just thrilled that I don't have to! Don't you see, now Rob can visit me any time he wants to, I can come home anytime I want, there aren't any more curfews and special rules for me. I'm just another girl now!"

"Congratulations," Rob told me as he pulled me close to kiss me. "I was a little concerned about marrying a girl with a criminal record."

"The judge sent something else along too," Mom said mysteriously as she picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to me. "I wonder what this document could be?"

I snatched the paper from her hand and tried to hold my hands steady as I read the birth certificate for a Faith Joanne Jordan, a female born on the same day, at the same time, as I was and coincidentally, with the same parents!

"It's really true, I'm a girl!" I screamed as I jumped up and down. "A girl, a girl, a girl, isn't that great?"

"I like to think so." Rob grinned. "Of course some of us never had any doubts on that subject."

"Congratulations sweetheart," daddy smiled. "Now you're officially daddy's girl."

To celebrate dad took us all out for pizza. I wanted to change into a really pretty outfit with stockings and heels but Rob said he'd feel out of place in his cutoffs and he didn't feel like driving all the way home to change then drive back. I wondered what the problem was with guys, didn't they like getting all dressed up and looking great? Then again, I had to admit that it was just so much more fun to get all dressed up in a cute outfit with pretty lingerie than to just put on a suit like guys did. Thank heavens Holly showed my how much fun it was to be a girl!

I told Mrs. Williams that I'd be staying out for another week; I wanted to celebrate my sixteenth birthday with Rob but after that I planned on hurrying back to spend time with some of the new girls who had just arrived and weren't yet allowed to leave the grounds. From experience I knew that the first few weeks a boy spent in dresses were the hardest so I wanted to help the new ones adjust to being girls. I felt that it was a really good way to repay the kindness Holly and the other girls had shown me when I first came there.

My sixteenth birthday party was fantastic; Rob's parent's agreed to let us use their pool; I invited all of my girlfriends from school and Rob provided the boys from the baseball, football, and track teams from his school. It was a hot sunny day and perfect for a pool party; the girls were thrilled to wear their prettiest swim suits and strut their stuff in front of some of the cutest guys around. The guys were typical teenage guys working their butts off to outdo one another to impress the girls; they took turns diving and were more than happy to carry one of us girls on their shoulders while we tried to knock each other off our boy steeds.

Rob gave me a pretty locket for my birthday, complete with pictures I didn't realize had been taken when we went to the Globetrotter's game. I started to cry because those pictures meant so much to me; that was the night when I realized that I really should have been a girl and that I fell in love with Rob. I swore I'd never take it off.

I went back to Girl Center a couple of days after my party and found a note from Mrs. Williams saying that she needed a favor from me and to please come to her before putting my stuff away. No longer fearing Mrs. Williams, I was only too happy to pay her a visit. I sat my suitcase on the bed, touched up my hair and makeup, and took off to see what kind of favor Mrs. Williams could possibly need from me.

"Thanks for coming back Faith." She smiled as I sat down. "I think you're probably the best student I've ever had here at Great Indian and I hope you realize how proud I am of you."

I was starting to feel uncomfortable again; this time from embarrassment rather than fear though.

"I'd like to ask your help in a way that you might not care for. It's very important and I feel that you can handle it but if you'd rather not then please feel free to say so; I promise not to hold it against you."

"I can't answer until you tell me what's up." I teased. It felt so really odd to joke with her that way, last year at this time I was sure she'd hand me my head if I even smiled around her.

"I want you to become a big sister to one of the new students." Her smile didn't begin to lessen the shock. Me, a big sister? I wasn't sure I was ready for that; it hadn't been that long ago when I swore I'd never give in and act like a girl. Now I was a confirmed girlie girl with a boyfriend but was I ready to help another guy go through the same torment I went through?

"Are you sure about this? I'm still new to this girl thing myself."

"I'm positive," was her firm response. "There's a new student starting in your class, she's very unsure of herself and could use a friend to help her along. I'm convinced that you'd be perfect as that friend."

I owed a lot to Mrs. Williams and the school; if this was how she wanted repaid I knew I couldn't refuse.

"I'm glad to hear that Faith; I'm sure you'll be just the perfect big sister for this new young lady. Let me tell you a little about her."

It turned out that my Larry, new little sister, had been had been loafing with a gang that had recently graduated to in robbing convenience stores from shoplifting and purse stealing. There had been a shooting that left one of the gang members dead and Larry had come close to being shot himself. When his parents learned of Girl center at Larry's trial they wasted no time in getting him enrolled.

Larry's parent's hustled him out of the neighborhood to an Aunt's where his father stood watch as his mom and aunt took his measurements. He knew only that he was being sent to a school where a uniform was required and where civil behavior was the code of conduct.

Two day later a confused fourteen year old boy sat in Mrs. Williams' office. His parents were told that they would be welcome back in a month but until then visiting was off limits. They thanked Mrs. Williams for her time, said goodbye and warned Larry to behave and do exactly as he was told and let him staring as they walked out of the school.

Their leaving was my cue to come into the office.

"This young lady's name is Faith and she will be your big sister." Mrs. Williams explained in the curt voice that had caused me to tremble the first time we'd met. "Faith will be your roommate, advisor, and hopefully will become your friend. She'll help you adjust to life here at Great Indian River and teach you the many things you'll need to learn to fit in socially as well as academically. If at any time she comes to me and tells me that you refuse to do as you're told or that she doesn't feel that we can help you, you'll be sent to a juvenile prison until you're eighteen."

I could almost feel the poor kid shaking but he was determined to put on a tough act.

"I don't need no babe to show me nothin'!" He snarled. "I ain't planning on being around that long!"

"What are you waiting for then?" Mrs. Williams screamed. "Get out, see if I care. You're all tough sitting here with two women, let's see how tough you are with a guy several inches taller and about twice your weight! Do you know what they do with sweet little boys like you where you'll be sent? Does the term "Bitch" mean anything to you?"

Larrys tough expression suddenly changed into a look of horror; obviously he knew full well what the term meant and that he'd end up as one if he got sent to a juvenile facility. That wasn't going to stop Mrs. Williams though, she was out to break this kid.

"Walk out that door!" She sneered. "I dare you. Of course once you do I'll have the police pick you up so fast you won't make the street. Then it's off to being some guys little honey. Won't your parents be happy to know that you're being so well taken care of?"

Larry suddenly broke into tears; sobbing and retching, I thought he was going to puke.

"Are you leaving?" Mrs. Williams asked. "make up your mind, I haven't got all day!"

I'll stay," He said between dry heaves. "Please don't send me away."

"You'll do as you're told, when you're told?"

Larry nodded his agreement.

"No talk of leaving again?"

Larry nodded again.

"Look at me when I talk to you Tiffany!"

Larry looked around trying to figure out who Mrs. Williams was talking to just as I had done the first time she called me Faith.

"I'm speaking to you Tiffany, do you have problems with your hearing?" She demanded.

"Me?" Larry squeaked timidly. "Were you talking to me?"

"Of course I was!" I was getting shivers down my back remembering the time I was in Larry's place. How could this miserable, nasty woman be the sweet, understanding woman I had gotten to know?

"I...I didn't know."

"Now you do." Was the curt reply. "Faith here will show you your room and help get you settled. It's now eleven o'clock, I want you back here looking presentable at three O'clock sharp ready to discuss your class schedule for the fall and what will be expected of you. Remember that you promised to do exactly as you're told!"

"Uh huh," Muttered the broken kid next to me.

"I'd better not ever hear that type of speech from you again." Mrs. Williams threatened. "In the future proper grammar and language is required of you."

"Yes." Larry squeaked again.

"Yes what?" Came the icy response.

"Yes Ma'm." By this time his tears had been exhausted, all he could do was sniffle helplessly.

"Thank you." Mrs. Williams smiled causing a look of total bafflement to cross the poor kid's face. There was a slight nod to me from Mrs. Williams; I nodded back acknowledging her Oscar winning performance. I gently took Larry by the hand and led him out of the office.

He was quiet all the way back to our room, undoubtedly thoroughly confused and scared to the core, grateful to be away from the miserable woman who would be his warden for the next four years.

"Welcome to our room." I smiled as I ushered him in. stared at the flowers on the table, the cream colored curtains and the light pink walls with a floral border for several minutes without moving.

"This is a girl's room." He finally managed to mumble. "How come they put me in a girl's room with a girl for a roommate?"

"What did you expect to find in a girl's school?" I shrugged as if it was a silly question. "Let's get you unpacked; there's a lot to be done before we meet Mrs. Williams again."

"A girl's school, why would they send me here?" He asked just as I opened one of the suitcases his parents had dropped off. I wished I had a camera as his mouth dropped wide open at the sight of several white blouses and uniform skirts.

"C'mon," I urged as I handed him a couple of blouses as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "Get your uniform put away, we've got a ton of stuff to do."

The blouses fell from his open hands.

"Earth to Tiffany," I teased.

"Whose things are they?" He asked, staring in disbelief at the crumpled garments at his feet.

"Those "Things" are uniform blouses; your uniform blouses, now pick them up unless you'd like Mrs. Williams to help you."

He had them back in his hands in a flash.

"I can't wear these..."

I cut him off in mid-objection.

"We all wear them," I shrugged as I hung up the skirts to his uniforms. "It's the school uniform."

"You're girls, I'm not." He lamely insisted.

"Really, then why did your parents send you here?. They knew it was a girl's school. If you're not a girl why do you have a suitcase stuffed with panties and bras? Whose dresses are these?" I asked as I opened the other suitcases.

"No, no way." He said in shock. "I won't dress up like some fairy."

"There aren't any fairies here and you won't be the first. You will become a well mannered young lady just like every other guy here." I handed him a hanger and watched as he hung up a blouse. You could almost smell his brain working feverishly to understand what I'd told him.

"No, you're ..." he started to say.

"The next word better be "Kidding" or I'll wash your mouth out young lady." I warned. "That's right though, there isn't a single girl here that was born that way; most of us were sent here just like you were. We all screwed up our lives and scared our families half to death. Great Indian River was a last chance for us to straighten out our lives without going to jail. We all had the silly idea that we had to live up to some ridiculous concept of being tough to prove ourselves. Here we're taught to understand the softer side of life; to appreciate beauty, to cry if we need to without anyone thinking less of us."

I saw a flicker in his eyes that told me I'd struck a nerve yet there was still a look of fear on his face.

"What if someone sees me? They'll think I'm queer."

"Did you think I was queer when we met?" I probed for an opening that I was pretty sure I'd find.

"Hell, I couldn't wait to try to jump your bones!" He suddenly relaxed and started to laugh.

"Thanks but my boyfriend wouldn't appreciate it." I smiled, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being thought pretty.

"I thought you said you were a guy?" I saw a look of alarm on his face.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to try anything with you." I smiled and shook my head to calm him. "Up until last Christmas I was just as much a guy as you are. I'm still actually a guy but I've had a few minor adjustments to hold me over until I can make the switch permanent."

I took advantage of his confusion and got him to hang up more of his new wardrobe. Everything was going along just great until he came to the suitcase filled with his new under things.

"I can't do this," He started to shake as he held up a pair of panties. "I'm a boy not some pansy."

"You know the choice, you're either a girl here for the next four years or you're someone's sweetie in jail. When you're through here you'll have a great education and a chance to make something of yourself."

"Finish putting your clothes away Tiff while I get your bath water ready." I handed him several pairs of panties and went to get a nice hot bubble bath ready for my new little sister. Just as Mrs. Williams had predicted my use of his new name confused him enough to cause him to respond unquestioningly to my firm attitude. A quick glance over my shoulder showed a bewildered young boy carefully tucking away his new undies as if they might somehow be dangerous.

When everything was ready I ordered my still confused little sister to undress and get into the tub. He hesitated briefly when it came to undoing his pants but I got him past that with a little more confusion.

"We're both girls, maybe you need a little help." I said as I reached for his belt.

"I can handle it," He groaned as he undid the buckle. "Do you have to watch?"

"Get used to it," I laughed. "Like I said, we're both girls and we'll be seeing a lot of each other for a couple of years."

"I'll be right back with an outfit for you." I said as I scooped up his old clothes. "Got any preferences?"

"Yeah, the stuff you've got in your hands."

"Don't be silly, why would a pretty girl like you want to dress like a boy when you have all those cute outfits in your closet?" I joked as I left him to the mercies of a scented bubble bath.

I picked out a denim skirt and light blue Tee shift for my little sister, pretty much standard summer time stuff for girls our age but I was sure Tiff would look adorable in it. I tried to go easy on her underwear but the plainest panties she owned were white nylon with a lace waistband. I went with them along with a cute training bra, lace covered cups but she'd just have to put up with them, light blue ankle socks to match her top, and a pair of white sneakers.

As I selected the outfit I really understood why little girls enjoyed playing with Barbie dolls so much; I was getting all giddy and excited over the thought of converting a tough acting boy into a sweet, pretty girl! I couldn't wait to get him into a cute dress with pretty underwear; there was something about him, his soft features, a face too cute for a boy, and long dirty blonde hair that brought to mind a picture of a sweet girl with the potential to be a real heartbreaker!

He must have had a rough time growing up looking so cute and I just knew life wouldn't get any easier as he got older. How was he supposed to function as a guy when he looked so much like a girl? He'd be constantly mistaken for a girl; dating would be tough when he looked as cute as any girl. Did he have any idea that he was prettier than many girls?

Time was getting short so I had to put my thoughts on hold and get my little sister ready for her first trip to the beauty shop. When I brought her new outfit in she seemed resigned to her fate.

"I guess I have to dress like that huh?" She sighed.

"Yes, and lose the huh before Mrs. Williams hears you." I warned. "Unless of course you'd rather go into a class for the younger girls to learn English. You might look cute with pigtails."

"Been there, done that," She answered sullenly as she took the panties from me. "Any chance of getting some privacy while I dress?"

"Do you think you can manage alone?"

"Positive." Tiff snarled. I went into the bedroom to wait wondering how I was ever going to reach someone who seemed so nasty. I smiled as an idea popped into my head; we'd see how miserable she could be when she was all done up in lace and ribbons. A quick call to Mrs. Williams and I had the go ahead to sweeten up my new little sister.

"I couldn't get this stupid thing on," She said as she threw open the door a few moments later and emerged carrying her bra in her hand.

"Don't worry about it," I said with a smile. "Let's get moving little sister; it's time to get your hair done."

"Bullshit, I don't need anything done with my hair."

"Keep it up and Mrs. Williams will shave your head." I shot right back. "Now shut that foul mouth of yours and follow me."

"I'll just stay in my room," She laughed, feeling for some strange reason that she had the upper hand.

She balled her fists. "You can't make me leave and you know it!"

"I won't even try," I smiled as I reached for the phone and dialed Mrs. William's office.

"Hi Mrs. Williams, it's me, Faith. Yes ma'm, she refuses to leave the room, said I couldn't make her."

"Thanks, see you when you get here." I smiled and hung up the phone.

"You're bluffing, I can always tell when someone's bluffing." I could hear the strain in her voice. She was desperately hoping that I was bluffing but the thought that I might not be scared her silly.

I smiled, sat down at my desk and opened a book

"Don't we have to be somewhere?" She finally asked after a few minutes. "I thought I was supposed to get my hair done."

"Nope, we don't have to be anywhere now," I shrugged and continued reading. "You're leaving; Mrs. Williams is calling for the police to take you out of here."

"She can't do that, they'd put me in jail!" She sounded extremely upset which was just the way I wanted her.

"Nah, you're too young for a jail, you'll go to a kid's lock up till you're eighteen then you'll be transferred to a real jail. What did they give you, ten years for armed robbery and accessory to murder, wasn't it? That sucks, you could've done four years here standing on your head, now you'll do ten on your knees."

I watched her face as what I said sunk in - ten years on her knees, she knew exactly what I meant.

"Call her back, please?" She begged. "I'll do anything, just let me stay, please?"

"You'll watch your language, do everything you're told, no questions?

"Cross my heart, now please call!" She urged, tears coming to her eyes. Guess she wasn't as tough as she thought!

:No, you promised the same thing earlier." I wanted to make her sweat. "You can't be trusted."

She started coming towards me. "Assault will probably add a couple of years on if I let you live that long." I said in a clam voice. "Now sit down and behave."

"I wasn't going to do anything," She sobbed. "Please don't let them take me away. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

Call me a pushover but she looked so helpless standing there with tears streaming down her cheeks. I knew it was all an act on her part but I had to break her to reach her. Now that she was willing to promise to be a good girl I knew I'd won. I nodded and picked up the phone.

"Hi Mrs. Williams,. can you call the police back?" I asked knowing she never called them. She had left it up to me to get through to Tiffany showing more confidence in me than I had!

"You'd better keep your word," I said as menacingly as I could. "I promised her that you'd be a good girl and I'm not nearly as patient as she is."

"I promise to be a good girl," She repeated between crying jags. "I'll wear anything you want, you can do anything you want to me, it's okay."

"The only thing that anyone here wants to do to you is to make a better person out of you." I told her as I put my arm around her. "When you leave here you're record will be clean and you can start all over again."

"As a girl?" She sniffled as she looked up into my eyes.

"That's up to you, not many students here go that route, most leave their dresses behind and go on with their lives. It's completely up to you."

I wiped her tears with a tissue, helped her on with her bra, and then we were off to get her hair done.

"Hi Ann," I called to the woman working in the shop as we walked in. "This is my new little sister Tiffany; she's going to be spending some time with us, think you can work your magic on her?"

Ann smiled broadly as she took in the girl to be standing in front of her.

"I won't need any magic for someone as pretty as this," Anne said with a grin. "When did we start accepting female students?"

"I'm a boy," Tiff smiled and quickly corrected Anne. Was I imaging it or did I see her starting to blush at Anne's compliments?

"Not for long honey," Anne directed her to a changing room. "Take off your skirt and top then put on the smock; you're about to become beautiful!"

There it was again; Tiff was actually blushing and trying not to smile as she nodded and made her way to the changing room.

"She's a doll," Anne whispered as Tiff went to change. "She's going to be absolutely beautiful when she gets older."

"I think she'd like that," I agreed "She tries her best not to let it show but she can't help herself."

"I'll go easy on her but I can't help what she'll look like when I'm done. She's just too cute to be pretending to be a boy, when I'm done with her a blind man would know she's adorable."

Anne wasn't joking; when she finished with Tiff my little sister had curly blonde hair with bangs, and her face looked like it should have been on the cover of a fashion magazine for teenage girls. She stood in front of a mirror staring and mumbling incoherently.

I thanked Anne for her help and took Tiff by her right arm. Come on Tiff, we have to get you dressed for our meeting with Mrs. Williams, she doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Tiff nodded wordlessly and allowed me to lead her out of the shop and back to our room.

"I look like a girl," She sniffed as I helped her out of her top. "She made me look like a girl."

That had to be the understatement of all time; Tiff didn't look like a girl, she looked like an angel! Anne had done her makeup to emphasize her big brown eyes, cute upturned nose, flawless complexion, and long blonde hair, creating a girl who could warm the coldest day with just a smile.

One look at Tiff and I knew that if she really didn't want to be a girl, and frankly that was a very big "If", she was going to go through hell since there was no way a guy would not be attracted to her beauty. Something in her reaction though told me that she truly loved the way she looked but was trying her best to hide those feelings. Maybe once I gained her confidence she'd let down her guard and admit her feelings.

"You're really cute," I assured her. "Come on, I've got just the outfit picked out for you to wear."

Seemingly in a trance Tiff managed to get out of the skirt and top she had on and into a white half slip, a pretty white sundress with a full skirt and eyelet trim, a pair of nude pantyhose, and white shoes with a two inch heel. I managed to get a quick spray of cologne on her before she woke up.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she pretended to gag. "I don't wanna smell like some kind of sissy."

"You're not a sissy," I had to correct. "You're a very pretty young lady and young ladies have been know to wear cologne from time to time."

"I'm not a young lady!" She protested, though without any real conviction in her voice. "I'm a guy and guys don't wear sissy clothes and perfume!"

"Until you leave here you're a young lady named Tiffany Lynn. You'll look like a young lady, you'll act like a young lady, and you'll dress like a young lady. When you're time here is done you can decided if you want to remain as a girl or go back to being a guy; it's up to you."

"No one's going to force me to be a girl? For real?" She asked as she continued staring into the mirror.

"Becoming a girl was my choice; no one pressured me, no one said a word to me. As a matter of fact I was sure that I was going to marry my roommate when we got older."

"Really, what changed your mind?" She asked seeming to come out of her shell just a little wee bit.

"Her brother!" I laughed. "I met him and realized that I was pretending to be all rough and nasty so that no one would notice the feminine feelings I was trying to ignore."

I could see a flicker of recognition in Tiff's eyes as she thought about what I was saying and comparing it to her situation. Almost imperceptibly she nodded her head in agreement.

"Uh, don't we have to be somewhere?" She suddenly asked while smoothing out her skirt. "You said that Mrs. Williams doesn't like to wait."

"No she doesn't" I smiled and went along with the change of subject knowing that I was on the right track; Tiff really did want to be a girl, it would be up to me to bring her along gently though so she didn't feel forced or threatened. Maybe Rob knew a cute guy Tiff's age?

"I'll have to introduce you to my boyfriend one of these days," I teased. "But you have to promise not to try to steal him!"

Now any guy who was sure of his masculinity would have told me that he had no desire to steal my boyfriend.

"You're way too pretty to lose him to me." Was what Tiff told me though.

"After all, I'm a guy just like him." She quickly added.

"Right," I grinned. "Just like him." Maybe in her dreams!

She took a quick glance in the mirror and I saw a trace of a smile on her face.

"Ready?" She asked as I opened the door. "Might as well get this over with."

Walking with Tiff to the office I noticed that it was as if someone had thrown a switch; she seemed very comfortable in her outfit, her movements were very graceful for a boy thrown into skirts for the first time. Combined with her surreptitious glances in the mirror and her feeble protests over her new looks, I was convinced that there was more to my little sister than met the eye.

Tiff smoothly brushed her skirt as she took a seat in the office; a quick glance at Mrs. Williams told me that she hadn't missed what seemed to be an unplanned, automatic, gesture.

Mrs. Williams went through the entire set of rules for Tiff; restrictions to leaving campus for the first month, dress code, class schedule, and punishment for infractions of the rules. All the while Tiff sat silently nodding her head in agreement, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her legs tightly together, acting every bit the perfect per-teen girl.

Tiff's only reaction came when she found that she was scheduled for Intermediate Algebra in the fall.

"I can't take that," She griped. "I'll never pass something that tough, can't I take something easier?"

"Your placement tests indicate that anything easier would be a waste of time Tiffany dear," Mrs. Williams smiled. "You do your best to portray yourself as an airhead but we both know that 's simply not true. I've seen your school records; failing grades in nearly every class. Failing that is until it comes time for the finals on which you conveniently score a ninety-five percent or above. No airhead could do that once let alone every time. You'll take Intermediate Algebra along with an advanced History and Honors English and you will do well in them, won't you?"

The look on Tiff's face said it all; she'd been playing games in her old school but Mrs. Williams now held all the cards and the game was over. "Yes I will," She said softly.

The meeting over, Tiff and I prepared to leave. Just as Tiff began to walk out Mrs. Williams caller to her. "You look very nice Tiffany."

"Thank you," Tiff called back. Then realizing what she'd done she quickly added; "I feel silly."

"Don't worry dear, you'll adjust in time."

"I doubt it," Tiff whispered just before I gave her a shot to the ribs.

Back in our room Tiff never mentioned the idea of changing her outfit; she just sat and stared at her class schedule.

"Mrs. Williams has a lot of confidence in you Tiff; she must see what others didn't." I remarked.

"Maybe she's just seeing things?" Tiff suggested. "Maybe she needs her glasses checked or something?"

I ignored her and reached for the phone; I would've liked to call Holly but she wasn't due back for a couple of weeks so I called the one person I knew would best put Tiff at ease; the irrepressible dynamo known as Jill!

A couple of minutes later there was a commotion in the hallway; I barely had time to get out of the way before Jill and ten other girls streamed into the room. Before she could get away Tiff was surrounded by a pack of happy, laughing girls anxious to know all about her.

"You're a doll," Jill pointed out to an astonished Tiff. "Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"A couple of times," Tiff said dryly. "I didn't take it as a compliment though."

"Jill's right," Marianne, another girl from the group told her. "You've really got it made; it takes me an extra half hour to get my makeup just right, If I looked anywhere near as good as you I'd pitch my makeup out in a second!"

"What classes are you taking?" Asked one of the younger girls. "Maybe we'll be in the same ones?"

Just like had happened to me the enthusiasm of the group of girls quickly overwhelmed Tiff's resistance and she was soon trying her best to answer the barrage of questions aimed at her and was too busy to think about projecting a masculine image.

"I got stuck in Intermediate Algebra," She moaned to the group. "Mrs. Williams insisted that I can handle but I don't think so."

"If you're Faith's little sister, you'll handle it with ease." A girl told her. "Faith's got the highest grades ever recorded here. She's tutored most of us."

"Yeah, she got me through Geometry with a B," Another girl chimed in. "I never got better than a D before Faith came along."

"She got me though English and even taught me how to fix my hair in way that my boyfriend loves!" Jeanette added. "She's so cool!"

"Sounds like you've got everyone fooled," Tiff suddenly snarled. "Must be tough being Mrs. William's little lap dog while making everyone think that you're their friend."

I was too stunned to say anything. I was wondering what made her say such a thing when a sudden movement caught my attention. In a flash Jill had knocked Tiff onto her back and was sitting on her chest.

"Don't you ever let me hear you say something like that again!" She threatened. "Faith has done more for us than anyone before; some of us were failing our classes, others were so upset they were like zombies. She's been a true friend to every girl here and she's never once broken a confidence; not to Mrs. Williams or anyone else."

"You owe our friend an apology little girl," Another girl thrust her face into Tiff's. "If she doesn't get it and fast, I might just forget that I'm a lady."

"Like I'm afraid of a bunch of pansies!" Tiff laughed. "I was part of the toughest gang in my town, I'll kick the crap out of all of you!"

With that she arched her back in an attempt to dislodge Jill from her chest. Jill laughed as she stayed comfortably in place.

"What a coincidence," Sneered Jill. "I got jumped into the Crips when I was ten, I got sent here after putting three guys in the hospital; one had a broken nose and a cracked rib, the other two lost a few teeth and may never father children. The smallest of the three outweighed you by about fifty pounds."

"Touch me and you'll go to jail." Tiff screamed. "They'll love a sweet little thing like you..."

A sharp slap resounded as Jill's hand contacted Tiff's mouth.

"I don't care; no one insults my friend the way you did!"

"If she goes to jail, You'll wish they'd sent you there." One of the older girls insisted. "I'll personally make your life here a living nightmare. How'd you like to be paraded through the town in a little girl's party dress and a buzz cut?"

"I'd bet she'd look cute dressed up like a baby girl; a cute little dress, pacified, diaper and all.," A girl named Toni suggested.

It was really weird but I noticed a look of horror cross Tiff's face; the thought of getting beaten up didn't bother her but for some reason the idea of being dressed up like a little girl seemed to terrify her.

"Let her up Jill," I insisted. "She's not worth getting in trouble over."

"Just as soon as she apologizes." Jill insisted as she easily flipped Tiff onto her stomach and twisted her arm behind her.

"Now Jill!" I yelled as I pulled Tiff's arm loose. "Let her up now."

Jill shook her head as she slowly climbed off Tiff's bed. "She's a jerk."

"She's my little sister and I don't want her hurt, understand?" I glanced around at the circle of girls. "Will you promise me you'll leave her alone?"

Reluctantly, the girls all agreed. I turned to a sobbing Tiff who was rubbing the arm Jill had twisted.

"Nothing you tell me leaves this room without your agreeing to it, understand? I'm no one's lap dog and I never will be. I could be having a good time with my boyfriend but I thought I owed Mrs. Williams for the help she gave me. I didn't want a little sister, I was perfectly happy being a little sister but like I said, I owed Mrs. Williams. If you don't trust me tell Mrs. Williams that right now, she'll assign another girl to help you. You'll feel better, I'll feel better, and I guarantee you that my boyfriend will feel better!"

"They'll beat me up," She sniffed looking at the still angry girls around her.

"No one will touch you, I promise." I turned to the group. "Right?"

The girls all agreed, reluctantly.

"Could I have a little time with Tiffany, please?" I asked. The girls all shrugged as they turned and left.

"Yell if you need me," Jill called as she closed the door.

I turned to Tiffany who was still rubbing her arm. "Your choice Tiff, I'll give it a shot but if you'd rather have another girl all you have to do is ask."

"You really want to be my big sister?" She asked. "Even after what I called you?"

"What can I say, I'm not that bright." I shrugged. "Mrs. Williams seems to think I can help. Sort of like you and that Algebra course I guess."

"What's in it for you?" She asked suspiciously. "An "atta-girl" or a pat on the ..."

"Finish that thought and I won't need Jill." I warned as I advanced on her. "I tried to explain a sense of honor to you but you're just too stupid to understand. I don't get any extra credit; I've got the best grades ever so what would I do with extra credit? For your information my term here was up last summer; Mrs. Williams recommended that my sentence be cut and the judge agreed, I could've walked away but I wanted to stay and graduate from here. When the big sister stuff came up I felt obligated to try."

Tiff kept staring at me; perhaps she thought I was crazy but I really didn't care.

"Screw it," I said after several minutes of being silently analyzed. "Get someone else, I'll tell Mrs. Williams that I couldn't handle being a big sister."

"Please don't." Tiff said in a soft voice. "Please stay and be my big sister, please?"

I shook my head, certain that I was hallucinating.

"I'll be good, I promise." She insisted. "Just stay, please?"

I looked in her eyes and saw someone who needed me; a lost little girl who was trying to be tough to avoid having to face what she really was; a sweet person who felt completely overwhelmed.

"I'll stay," I smiled and gave her a hug. "I've never had a little sister before, this might be fun!"

"First thing we do is to show you around," I told her. "That means losing the dress and stockings, you'll be more comfortable in a skirt and top."

"I think I should stay dressed like this," She suddenly insisted. "I mean Mrs. Williams seemed to think it looked nice and I don't want to get her mad."

"Right, you've had enough trouble for one day." I grinned. "And you do look good in that outfit."

Tiff shrugged off the compliment but quickly suggested that she brush her hair, once again using Mrs. Williams as her excuse.

"Are you sure no one's going to pick on me?" She asked nervously.

"They promised me they wouldn't."

"But can you really be sure?"

"One thing you'd better understand," I snapped. "Around here if you give your word, no one will ever question it! If a girl says she'll do something, she does it. Same if she says she won't do something." Calling me a lap dog was bad enough but questioning the word of my friends really got to me.

Tiff took a deep breath and nodded. "Sorry, I guess I'm not used to that sort of thing."

"That sort of thing is called personal honor," I explained. "It's most probably the most important thing you'll learn here. It affects your entire life; boy or girl, it doesn't matter, what matters is that you have that sense of responsibility. It tends to set Great Indian graduates apart and makes us special. You're responsible for yourself; what you do and what you say. No one makes you do anything, you know what the right thing to do is and you do it. That applies to everything you do here; you promised Mrs. Williams that you'd do your best and that's all that will be expected of you. It's up to you to show that your word means something."

"I guess I never gave it much thought; it never seemed to come up before."

I smiled, trying to put her at ease. "I know the feeling; if it had I probably wouldn't be here now. Then again, I wouldn't be in love with the most wonderful person on earth either."

It didn't take long before we were at the lounge which of course was filled with many of the girls who'd been in our room. I could feel tiff tensing up.

"Relax, you're going to be okay." I whispered as Jill approached.

"Everything okay?" She asked with a grin as she motioned to Tiff. "That dress is too pretty to get blood all over."

"I made a mistake, I'm sorry." Tiff said without any prompting.

"Friends?" She smiled and extended her hand.

"Big mistake!" I tried to say but it was too late; Jill grabbed her hand, pulled her forward and was whirling her around in one of her impromptu dances!

Several minutes later a thoroughly confused Tiff was back at my side. "At first I thought she was going to kill me!"

"Chill," I laughed. "She only does that with people she likes!"

"That's good, I already know what she'll do to the others."

In a matter of minutes all was forgiven and Tiff was quickly accepted as one of the girls. Everyone was laughing and carrying on; Jill and Tiff had a few more dances, and Tiff got tons of compliments about her looks and her outfit.

"She'd make a lousy actress," I thought as I noticed the satisfaction she got from the compliments; she'd never convince anyone that she should have been a boy.

After that first night Tiff settled in and became one of the girls; she spent so much time with Jill the other girls and I used to call her Jill's shadow. It was the sweetest thing to see the two of them together; it was as though they were long lost sisters reunited at last.

One good thing about Jill and Tiff becoming friends was that I didn't feel guilty about leaving Tiff alone while I went out with Rob. We hadn't seen each other for three whole weeks since I became Tiffany's big sister and even though he had his friends and I had all of my girlfriends, we were so lonely. I smothered him with kisses when he finally came to pick me up and take me back to his place; his parents were happy to see me again and treated me just like family. I hoped they'd finally understood that Rob and I were never going to split; once we were out of college and established we'd have a great big wedding with me in the most gorgeous gown I could find!

Holly brought her current boyfriend over and we changed into our bikinis to show the guys how sexy their girlfriends were. After all, what good is a bikini if your boyfriend doesn't get all hot and bothered when you wear it?

We did a great time with the guys; playing volleyball in the pool while sitting on their shoulders wasn't easy but it had great rewards; we insisted that the guys kiss us every time they let us fall into the water. Of course sometimes we were pretty sure they let us fall on purpose just for a kiss but those times probably made up for the times when Holly and I nod to each other then throw ourselves backwards into the water so that the guys would have to give us a kiss. Nothing could make me feel more feminine and pretty than to see the way Rob smiles when we're about to kiss; how could our families have missed the obvious signals that we loved each other?

I was in a great mood when I got back to the dorm that night; what girl wouldn't be after a fantastic evening with her guy? Tiff was asleep in her bed so I quietly showered and changed into a really frilly baby-doll nightgown that I had bought; it made me feel so girly when I wore it and I just knew that combining it with the memories of the evening I would have some very sweet dreams.

I had just fallen asleep when I heard sobbing coming from Tiff's bed; judging from the way that she was crying in her sleep I figured something must have upset her deeply.

I gently shook her awake. "What's wrong Tiff?"

She rubbed her eyes to hide the tears. "Nothing, why?"

"Come on, we're sisters remember? You can trust me." I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me.

She pushed her face deep into my breasts and started to sob uncontrollably.

"Confused...., I'm so confused..., Don't know what's right..., shouldn't be like this...." She told me between sobs.

"Talk to me Tiff, maybe I can help." I turned on the lamp and dried her face with some tissue.

Tiff shook her head a couple of times before finding her voice.

"I tried to get away but I couldn't; now I'm stuck."

"Get away from what, stuck where Tiff?" I tried to be gentle but it seemed important to get her to tell me everything if I was going to help her.

"From being mommy's little girl!" She cried out. "That's why I tried to join the gang but even they knew I was a sissy. I tried Faith, I really tried hard but I can't escape, I'm a sissy and I'll always be a sissy."

Why couldn't she wait until morning when Mrs. Williams would be here, why didn't I just pick up the phone and call the counselor on duty? No, I was her big sister and Mrs. Williams was counting on me.

"Talk to me about it, okay?" I pleaded.

For the next hour Tiff poured out her heart about how when she was always being mistaken for a girl when she was a baby. People would stop her mom and tell her how pretty Tiff was and how lucky her mom was to have such a beautiful little girl. It happened so much that her mom finally gave up trying to correct them.

After all even when she did many said it was a shame, that Tiff really should have been a girl anyway. So her mom just thanked the nice people. It didn't take long after that for her to start to dress Tiff like a little girl from time to time. Of course, all done up in pretty dresses, with her naturally curly blonde hair, and cherubic face, Tiff was the Baby Belle of the Ball everywhere she went.

It didn't take long at all for Tiff to become accustomed to all of the praise and adulation and then to become hooked on it. She quickly came to love the times when her mom would dress her up in pretty dresses, petticoats and ruffled panties and take her shopping. Almost as fun for Tiff were the times her mom took her to the park to play with the other little girls. Even though she enjoyed playing with the girls she wished she could do it while wearing something prettier than pants and a top.

Tiff's dad noticed how much she enjoyed pretending to be a little girl and how much her mom loved having a pretty little girl to dress up and pamper. Since no one seemed to be getting hurt her not only allowed it but often encouraged Tiff's mom to dress her up so that he could take his two pretty girls out to dinner and show them off.

Tiff grew up being a part time daughter for her mom and the apple of her father's eye. If anyone ever questioned her mom the response was that Tiff was her sister's little girl and that occasionally Larry went to visit his favorite aunt while Tiffany came to visit hers. Her parents had pictures taken of Larry and Tiffany then merged them together with the help of their computer to create a picture of Tiffany in a darling party dress and Larry in his big boy suit and tie sitting side by side. They proudly displayed this convincing picture on their living room wall next to separate pictures of the two kids as they grew up.

Starting school was tough for Tiff; she preferred to play with the girls, was picked on by the boys, and couldn't wait for the end of the day when she could go back to being mommy's little girl and help prepare dinner for her father. She came to love summer vacations when she and her mom, in their pretty bathing suits, would try to bury her dad in sand or just play in the waves as they washed ashore on the beach.

Because of his small size and lack of experience with boy's games Larry was terrible at basketball and football; the games most popular with boys in his school so it was that much easier for him to find acceptance as a popular, well liked little girl named Tiffany than as a boy named Larry.

It was only in the last year that he started to feel uncomfortable as Tiffany and had the urge to break away and be a normal boy. Although his mother was disappointed over the loss of her daughter nothing was ever said to keep him in curls.

Unfortunately Larry, in a quest to be a normal boy, felt he had to go overboard to make up for the terrible longing he felt for the pretty outfits, the favorite baby dolls, and the shopping trips with his mom that he left behind. He came across the gang and felt that being a gang-banger would make him the man he felt he had to be.

"Didn't you realize what could have happened to you? You were lucky you didn't get killed that night in the store."

"Maybe it would have been better if I had; at least I would have died like a man." She shrugged.

"Are you nuts?" I blasted her. "Die like a man? You're still dead you dummy and you don't win the game by dying like a man, you win by surviving and making something of yourself."

"What can I make of myself?" She asked as she started to cry again. "I sucked at being a boy, I tried being tough but it didn't work. Vinnie got killed because I was afraid to use a gun."

"You were smart; if you had tried to use a gun you would probably have been shot too."

"But you don't understand; one of my Homeys was killed cause I was a punk. A real Homey would've shot that guy before he could get Vinnie!"

"Mrs. Williams showed me the police records from that night, the guy behind the counter was an undercover cop and there was a cop in the ceiling with a shotgun aimed at you. If you had even twitched he would've blown your head right off your shoulders."

"Still...."

"Still my ass!" I screamed. "What the hell were you doing with a gang of armed punks? What in God's name were you thinking?"

"I told you, I was trying to be a real man, and I was thinking that no sissy would ever join a tough gang like that!"

"That's what Jill thought at one time too. She told me that they broke two of her ribs when she got jumped in. What kind of man gets his ribs broken just to show how tough he is?"

Tiff suddenly started crying even harder; how had I screwed up?

"What's wrong Tiff? Did you get hurt when you got jumped in?"

She looked at me with the saddest expression I'd ever seen. "I never got jumped in; I could've taken it but Vinnie wouldn't let the others set the rope and cars up for me."

"Set what up? What were they going to do?" Something just wasn't making sense.

"The rope between the two cars; you know the one I would have to jump over?"

"I'm lost, what in the world does a rope and two cars have to do with anything?"

"That's how you jump in," Tiff looked at me as if I was a moron. "They tie a rope between two cars; you stand still while they drive right at you really fast and if you can jump the rope three times without falling you're in the gang. I guess Jill must have fallen somehow?"

And she thought I was a moron?

"Tiff, I hate to break this to you but jumping in is when you let the rest of the gang punch and kick you for several minutes; if you can take it, then you're in the gang. There's no rope, no cars, just you and the rest of the gang beating the living crap out of you until they get tired of it or you run away. That's how Jill got broken ribs. You're lucky that Vinnie didn't let that happen to you."

Tiff sucked in her breath, her eyes went wide open and her jaw nearly hit her chest.

"I...I didn't know," She stammered. "They must have been laughing every time they thought about it."

"It's over now Tiff; the gang's gone. Vinnie's dead and the rest are in jail or hiding from the cops. You're lucky to have survived."

"I couldn't have taken the beating," She shook her head several times, trying to understand what I'd told her. "I would have run away." She said sadly. "They used to call me Floyd; I deserved it."

"Floyd?" I regretted asking it the instant I felt her shudder.

"As in "Pretty Boy Floyd"." She said softly. "Like I said, they knew I was a sissy. Maybe they thought I was Vinnie's girl; that 's probably why they let me hang with them."

"Do me a favor Faith?" She asked when she finished recounting her tale. "Make me look pretty again, please? Teach me how to do my hair all by myself so that I can look as pretty as you do. Maybe you can help me decide what to wear when mom and daddy come to visit next week. I want to show them how happy I am to be their daughter and let them see that I'll never be bad again!"

"I hope you realize what you're asking for Tiff," I wanted to be sure that I perfectly understood what she was asking me to do. "I don't want to upset you but with your looks and size you're going to make the perfect girl."

"I've been there before," She smiled sweetly. "I wish I had never left. This time I'm going back for good!"

"Okay little sister," I kissed her on the forehead. "Get some sleep cause in the morning we're going to get started on making you into the most adorable young lady anyone has ever met!"

Tiff threw her arms around me and hugged me. "I can't wait, I loved that sundress I wore my first day I've never worn such a grown up outfit before; mom thought I looked cute as a little girl so we always pretended that I was only about eight years old. I used to play dress-up in her old clothes but it's time for me to grow up, I'm not a little girl anymore. Do you think it would be too dressy to wear when my parents come to visit? I want to show them how happy I am to be their daughter and let them see that I'll never be bad again!"

"I hope you realize what you're asking for Tiff," I wanted to be sure that I perfectly understood what she was asking me to do. "I don't want to upset you but with your looks and size you're going to make the perfect girl You're parents may just want you to stay in girl land forever."

"I've been there before," She smiled sweetly. "I wish I had never left. This time I'm going back for good!"

"Okay little sister," I kissed her on the forehead. "Get some sleep cause in the morning we're going to get started on making you into the most adorable young lady anyone has ever met!"

"Would it be all right if I borrowed that pink nightgown of yours?" She asked hopefully. "You know, the short one with the matching panties?"

"The one you've been wearing those times when you asked to be alone?" I asked helpfully.

She grinned sheepishly. "You know huh?"

"Uh huh, I know you've been trying on my nightgowns and outfits; I even know that you've been practicing with my makeup."

"You're not mad are you?"

"Not a chance, big sisters expect their little sisters to experiment with their stuff. It's part of growing up for a little girl."

Tiff flew across the room to my dresser. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasted no time, going to the exact drawer she knew the nightgown was in and had it in her hands in a second. In a flash she was out of the cotton panties and knee length dorm shirt she wore and was adjusting the sheer fabric of the baby-doll nightgown over her satin clad butt.

The next morning Tiff was up early; the problem was she expected me to get up early too. She couldn't wait to have her first lesson in styling her hair and hopefully a quick lesson on makeup which she desperately wanted to start wearing.

Tiff was the perfect student; she gave me her undivided attention and asked dozens of questions about how I was setting her hair, what colors would look best on eyes, was it okay to wear makeup to class, what kind of outfits would look best on her, could she wear heels, and on and on. I didn't mind; she was a dream come true for me; a walking, talking, Barbie doll that I could fix up as I pleased. As long as it was something cute she didn't care what I picked out for her to wear and looks the smallest amount of makeup enhanced her unbelievably good looks! She was the perfect picture of an extraordinarily pretty young girl on the verge of becoming a beautiful woman and I absolutely knew that anyone she met would immediately fall for her!

Although she wanted to wear the white sundress again I had a better idea; a sheath with a sheer layer covering a lilac colored floral print. I chose a lilac colored slip, bra, and panty set, a pair of sheer white pantyhose and low heeled white sandals for my little sister's coming out. I loved the expression on her face when she saw the matching slip, bra, and panty set; a little kid opening gifts on Christmas day couldn't have appeared any happier that Tiff did.

"That's so pretty!" She grinned. "Mom had a bunch of stuff like that; she must have know I'd been trying on her stuff too!"

"Big girl undies Tiff!" I laughed. "I kind of think your mom wanted you to see what it was like to be a young lady; no more little girl outfits for you."

"I'll miss the pretty dresses and the petticoats," She smiled as she slipped out of the nightgown. "I like my hair better like this though; mom used to fix it in pigtails."

"Young ladies do not wear pigtails, and little girls don't wear expensive lingerie. Your mom must have spent a good bit of money so she obviously thought her daughter was grown up enough to appreciate fine lingerie."

"I will, I really, really will!" She promised as she expertly hooked her bra and slid the straps onto her shoulders. She sat down and with ease rolled the legs of her pantyhose up, carefully slipped them onto her feet and had her slip around her waist in the time I usually took to slip into a pair of panties.

"Hey, I've been practicing, okay?" She laughed as I stare in amazement the ease in which she dressed. There wasn't the slightest hesitation in putting on a bra or even the silky panties with a lace waistband. Was this was the same person who did their best to act all tough and macho just a few short days ago? Watching the delight she took in dressing in very feminine lingerie you'd never guess that she had ever considered herself a boy.

"You're a brat, has anyone ever told you that? You pretended to be all rough and nasty but you're really just a sweet kid,"

"Me a brat?" She pretended to be upset. "I'll meet you halfway if you'll call me a pretty brat."

I couldn't resist giving her a great big hug. "Pretty doesn't describe you well enough little sister, you're an absolute baby doll!"

"You don't think I'm being a sissy do you?" She suddenly asked. "I don't want to be a sissy but I can't help it; I really enjoyed pretending to be a little girl for mom and it doesn't look like I'll ever be able to be a real boy.".

I had a difficult choice to make; to tell Tiffany the truth that I couldn't imagine her ever being a normal boy or lie and tell her that someday she could leave the dresses, the lingerie, and the makeup behind and no one would ever suspect a thing?

How could I say such a stupid thing with a straight face though? One look at Tiffany and it was obvious that even in a pair of jeans, boots, a motorcycle jacket and a buzz cut she'd look like a pretty girl?

"You'll never be a sissy Tiffany," I told her. "I'm sorry if this offends you buy you're too pretty and just too much like a girl to be mistaken for a boy."

She looked at me and grinned. "I'm not offended. I just wanted to make sure that I really looked like a girl. I don't want anyone to ever think that I'm a boy cause I never will be again. I don't like being a boy, I never did. I didn't get along with boys when I was younger; they're just so different than me; I liked being a little girl and playing with other girls. I always wanted to be the mommy when we played house; some girls liked being the little boy or the daddy but not me."

She very carefully removed the dress from it's hanger and undid the back zipper just enough to get it over her head before sliding it on and smoothing it out.

"I used to love watching mom get dressed," She giggled as she pulled the zipper tight. "She taught me how to unzip a dress just enough to get it on; that way you don't need any help in getting it zipped back up again."

I looked on with pride; my little sister was going to be a real charmer; I could picture young boys doing all sorts of stunts on their bikes to attract her attention then going completely dumbstruck if she smiled at them.

"How about a little cologne?" I handed her a bottle of my favorite cologne. "I like the way the smell reminds me that I'd not a boy anymore."

"Okay, but I don't need any reminders; I just want to smell pretty like mom always did."

"I think it's really sweet the way you want to do things just like your mom," I admitted. "I'm sure your mother will be flattered to be your role mode."

"My mom's the greatest," Tiff smiled broadly. "She's smart and really pretty; I want to be just like her when I get older."

"You're going to be at least as pretty as your mom; I don't know how well the smart part's going to go though." I teased.

"I'll bet that I'm as smart as any girl here!" She challenged. "Mrs. Williams thinks I'm smart."

"Well see once the semester starts, right now though I want to show my cute little sister off to everyone." I put my arm around her and led her out the door.

All of the girls were thrilled to hear Tiff announce that she was staying as a girl; Jill of course couldn't resist grabbing her and having a dance which thrilled Tiff to no end!

I've never been so happy before," Tiff cried. "I really think I've got friends here, people who like me just the way I am!"

"What's all the excitement?" A familiar voice called out.

I turned to find holly standing in the door.

"Get over here and meet my little sister!" I ordered. "This girl's almost as cute as I am."

"Tiffany Lynn Morrison, I'd like you to meet my big sister Holly Lynn Binkler."

"Cool, we've got the same middle name!" Tiff smiled and before Holly could get away she was caught up in a little dance with Tiff.

"Couldn't keep her away from Jill, could you?" Holly smiled when the dance was over. "Good lord, now we've got two of these little perpetual motion machines, Jill and Jill junior!"

Suddenly there was a movement to Holly's side; Jill darted out form the crowd of girls and grabbed one of Holly's arms. In a flash Tiff had the other and they began to dance. I couldn't let my big sister to the mercies of Jill and Jill junior so I rushed over and broke in between Tiff and Holly.

"Sisters stick together!" I laughed as we spun around the room. The rest of the girls shook their heads at first but soon gave in and began dancing too.

When we were done Holly came back to our room to get better acquainted with Tiff. At least that's what she said was her reason. When we got back she promptly began embarrassing me by telling Tiff about how it took her all of three days to turn me into a girly-girl.

"If I had known what a sweetie Rob was earlier, I might have danced with him at the wedding instead of you! After all, he is a much better kisser."

"Better than the Globetrotters?" Holly asked with an evil grin. "Did your big sister tell you how she kissed every guy on the team?"

"I got an autographed basketball for it so it was worth it!" I stuck my tongue out at her. "You're just jealous that I dumped you for him."

"Oh my god!" Tiff laughed. "I'm such a dummy. I didn't realize when you introduced us that she was the one. Wow, how's it feel to be dumped by your little sister? That's gotta hurt!"

"Very funny," Holly laughed. "I wasn't planning on marrying her anyhow, I knew she was a real girly girl from the start!"

I shrugged. "I don't care, I've got the most wonderful boyfriend in the whole wide world. We love each other and we're gonna get married some day."

"Okay, enough of that crap," Holly announced. "Let's have some fun."

Glancing over at Tiff she got that evil grin of hers on her face again. "You're cute Tiff doll but how'd you like a real girl to show you how hot you can really look?"

"Hot?" Tiff asked. "You mean like an older girl?"

"I mean hot, like an absolute knockout!" Holly teased. "Think you're old enough to be a sexy woman instead of a little girl?"

"I'm not a little girl!" Tiff smiled. "But yes, I'd love to look like a sexy woman!"

"You're about my size I think," Holly grinned. "Let's head up to my room and see what we can do with you!"

It felt good to be back in my old room; nothing against Tiff but I missed Holly like crazy. I let out a big sigh as I plopped down on my old bed.

"Sorry Faith. Mrs. Williams is lining me up with a new little sister in the fall, there won't be space enough for three of us." Holly said sadly as she rummaged through her closet and drawers. "Maybe you can help with my little sister, you did a great job on Tiffany.

"I didn't do much, Tiff just needed a chance to realize that she wasn't a sissy after all."

"Think you'll feel like a sissy in these?" Holly teased as she held out a pair of the lacey boy style panties we had bought.

Tiff held them in her hand as if they were a holy relic. Pink and nothing but lace except for the cotton crotch I knew she'd never turn down the chance to wear them.

"You'll have to lose the pantyhose too, okay?" She asked as she handed Tiff a garter belt and nylons. "These will feel much better."

"Oh yeah," Tiff groaned. "My mom wore these on special occasions, she said I was still too young for them."

"Your mom's not here," I laughed. "Just us girls having some fun, okay?"

Tiff nodded as Holly handed her a bra that matched the panties and a pink half slip. When she saw the black miniskirt and the white blouse with sheer sleeves I thought she'd hyperventilate. She was out of her outfit and pulling the panties on in seconds.

"Slow down," I told her. "A lady doesn't rush to dress; she takes her time to enjoy the feel of her lingerie before she puts on her dress."

"Feel how light those panties are, it's as if you're not wearing anything at all. Now, carefully thread the garters through your panties and take your time with the nylons. Remember, a lady enjoys getting dressed."

"I'm enjoying it, really I am." Tiff said dreamily as she carefully rolled a stocking up her leg. "I've never enjoyed anything this much before! This is so much better than my party dresses and petticoats."

"How about some boobs?" Holly inserted a pair of breast forms into the cups of Tiff's bra. "I used to wear them before I grew my own."

"That would be cool," Tiff smiled and looked down at her chest. "I'd really be a girl then, wouldn't I?"

"The only way to grow your own would be to take female hormones like holy and I do," I explained wanting to make sure she understood the impact of what she was talking about. "And once you have enough female hormones in you to grow your own breasts, you really won't be able to be a boy anymore. You'd definitely be a girl then."

Tiff gave it some thought, about ten seconds worth actually, then grinned. "That's okay, being a girl is what I want. It's what I've wanted for as long as I can remember. I tried to run away from feeling that way, I tried awfully hard to be a boy but it's just not me. I guess I was always meant to be a girl but something got screwed up and I got turned into a boy."

She stepped into the slip and adjusted it to fit just right. "Mom and dad must've known that I should've been a girl; they'll be happy now that I've decided to quit pretending to be a boy."

"You'll have to take a bunch of tests to make sure," I was sure she'd made the right choice but it just didn't seem right to agree with her so quickly. "Changing into a girl isn't something you do on a whim."

"I did read about it," She agreed as she pulled on a short tan skirt Holly had given her. "I know about the tests and talking to a doctor and everything; I still want to be a girl though."

"For a thirteen year old boy Tiff looked really hot," I thought to myself as she pulled on a pink midriff top and fluffed out her hair. By the time Holly finished with her she'd probably end up looking like a college guy's wet dream!

"Looking good Tiff!" I whistled as she stepped into the tan sandals Holly had picked out. "Your little girl days are over; welcome to the big leagues."

"I feel so sexy and pretty!" She giggled as she adjusted to the heels on the sandals. "It's a completely different feeling from the way I felt in little girl outfits."

"Like Faith told you, you're not a little girl anymore," Holly smiled as she led her to her makeup table. "I want to see how you'll look when you graduate."

Holly went to work with eye shadow, blush, mascara, eye liner, and lipstick erasing the sweet kid image and creating a college girl out for a night of clubbing.

"Wow!" Tiff cried out as she looked at her reflection. "I wish my mom could see how I look."

"No sweat," Holly grabbed her trusty digital camera and started snapping away as Tiff posed. "Your parents are gonna be blown away when they see these!" I laughed as my sweet little sister turned into a shameless tease for the camera. We dressed her up in several more older style outfits, redid her hair and makeup and took a dozen or so more pictures.

"This is really great but maybe we should take a couple in the outfits mom got me," Tiff suggested after her fifth outfit change. "I don't want mom and dad to think I'm gonna dress like a hooker or anything. I don't want to be a little girl anymore but I'm not ready to be a grown woman either."

Who couldn't appreciate a girl her age that was so smart and loved her family so much?

Tiff and I went back to her room, selected a bunch of cute outfits then hurried back to redo her hair and makeup for more pictures. Even with minimal makeup and a more age appropriate hair style the stunning beauty that she would grow up to be was obvious to anyone looking at her. She was right when she said that she was really meant to be a girl; looks like hers had no business being on a boy!

Of course Mrs. Williams and Tiff's were thrilled to see the progress Tiffany had made and to learn of her decision to become a female. I caught a few glances back and forth from the parent's to Mrs. Williams which confirmed what I had suspected; Tiff had been sent here to make a young lady out of her, her family had never expected her to grow up as a male.

Tiff's probation ended the weekend her parent's came to visit; she enjoyed two wonderful days of shopping with her mom and in return for making his darling daughter beautiful her dad asked Holly and I to make accompany them to dinner. In the four weeks that I'd know Tiff I couldn't remember ever seeing her happier as she walked into the restaurant on her father's arm. She was a sight to see; a beautiful young lady who caught the eye of every young guy in the restaurant. I hoped her dad had a sturdy club, he'd be needing it to beat back the horde of boys who would flock to his daughter once she was old enough to date!

Even though Rob had met Tiff a few times at the school I asked her to come along to one of his games hoping to both improve her social skills as a girl and to show Rob my accomplishment. Jill said that she was bored, which actually meant between boyfriends, and asked if the guys would mind if she mind if she came along too.

My sweetie is no fool; he knew the guys would love seeing Jill in the stands; it would be the coach's job to keep the guy's minds on the game and off Jill! I was glad that I wasn't the coach; between the game and Jill he'd have a tough day.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Jill; she had this silly grin on her face which just happened to perfectly match the one on Tiff's face. For that matter her outfit just happened to perfectly match Tiff's also; they both wore pink short shorts with white cropped Tee shirts. Both wore white sneakers with pink laces, they'd done their hair exactly alike in ponytails with pink scarves, and Jill had even toned down her usual man hunter makeup to match Tiff's younger look.

I couldn't keep from laughing. "Holly was right, it's Jill and Jill junior!"

I raced to the phone and called Holly, "You've got to see this!"

Holly took one look at the girls and shook her head. "I can't imagine any guy hitting or catching the ball with you two there!"

"This belt thingy takes a lot of getting used to," Tiff moaned and pointed to her girlish looking crotch.

"It's worth every bit of aggravation though!" She laughed as she admired herself in the mirror.

I watched as every guy in the park's head swiveled to catch a glimpse of the two hot babes that had come to watch them play. Tiff and Jill noticed it too and put a little more swing to their walk; for a former wannabe macho gangbanger Tiff certainly looked like a delectable little morsel!

It was the third inning and Rob's team was at bat, they were behind by two runs and couldn't seem to connect with anything near the strike zone. Jill leaned over and asked who the cute batter was.

"That's Mike," I told her. "He should be hitting two eighty but he's way off the mark today."

"Maybe we can help?" She suggested in a too sweet voice. She nudged Tiff and whispered something to her. They giggled then jumped up and ran down to the fence separating the bleachers from the field.

"We want a home run Mike!" They shouted. "Hit one for us, please?"

Mike looked at the two dolls calling to him, smiled and stepped up to the plate. He grinned and pointed to the right field fence.

The pitcher shook his head as if dismissing Mike's classic gesture. He wound up and threw the pitch right down the middle to the waiting catcher's mitt.

The catcher never had a chance; there was a crack from Mike's bat and the ball was on its way over the right field fence seconds later!

Jill grabbed Tiff's arms and they began dancing in circles, screaming Mike's name and celebrating the age old power of pretty girls to bring out the best in men.

After crossing home plate Mike walked over to where the girls stood and did an exaggerated bow to his benefactors. I could swear he stood just a little straighter as he walked back to the dugout.

Every guy on the team got a hit and Rob managed to drive in three runs as Tiff and Jill cheered and danced for them. The two run advantage of the opposing team quickly evaporated and Rob's team left the field that day having scored eight runs to their opponent's two.

"The guys would like to thank you girls for your help," Mike said after introducing himself to Jill. "Your choice, ice cream or pizza?"

Jill and Tiff, nicknamed the Snoopy Twins by the guys because their exuberant dancing reminded them of the dance done by the dog Snoopy in the Peanut's cartoons, came to every remaining game of the season and Rob's team not only made the playoffs but won the championship as well!

It was so cool to watch the twins in action; whenever one of our guys came to bat the song from the Charley Brown specials called "Lucy and Linus", which was what played when Snoopy danced, would start to play courtesy of my portable CD player and Tiff and Jill would start their dance. I don't think I've ever seen guys more inspired than our team was; other teams would groan when they heard the music, knowing it made our guys nearly unbeatable!

I graduated the following year but I knew the girls I left behind would be well cared for academically and personally; Tiff had met Mrs. Williams' challenge to excel and had matched my grades every semester. She finished the eighth grade and entered her sophomore year with a straight A average having successfully tested out of all of her freshman year courses, making her the only girl to do so in the history of Great Indian River.

She helped me organize a group of girls to tutor others who were falling behind or just needed a better explanation of some concept to get them over a tough time. After their first year on their own Mrs. Williams was thrilled to announce that because of the work Tiff and the other tutors had done not a singe girl had less than a B average in any class.

Tiff was not only succeeding me as the smartest girl in the school but she was well known for being happy to talk to anyone feeling down and helped may of the new students adjust to their new lives as girls. Mrs. Williams told me that had it not been for Tiff several students would never have survived; they were so upset over having to dress and behave as proper young ladies that they were ready to take their lives. Tiff was able to show them that their sentence was only meant to help them, not to embarrass or humiliate them. She seemed to have a way of calming them down and letting them see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I graduated a happy girl; I had turned my life around, faced my fears and became a much better person. I was grateful for the opportunity to straighten out my life that Great Indian and Mrs. Williams had given to me and felt that I had returned the favor and left in place a network that would continue to help other guys who found themselves in a strange world. Tiff would be there for a few years after I graduated to help and I knew she'd find someone to carry on after she left. With a little luck Girl Center would become an even better place for confused and troubled young boys to get their lives back on track.

When I met Rob I vowed that I'd take nothing but Liberal Arts classes in college since I wanted nothing more than to be a wife and hopefully a mother but once again it seemed that fate had other plans for me just as it had when I gave up any thoughts of being a husband to Holly.

I had been interested in a very prestigious college in my junior year at Great Indian; it would be the opportunity of a lifetime to have that university's degree but there was just no way my folks could afford the tuition. Even if I got a scholarship I'd still be short by thousands of dollars a term. I told everyone that it wasn't important though; after all I didn't plan on a career outside of the home and although it would have been nice to someday see a degree from that school hanging next to the pictures of my children, it wouldn't make a difference in getting my house clean, my husband off to work, or my kids off to school.

One afternoon, halfway though my senior year, Mrs. Williams called me to her office; she had something very important to ask of me she said.

I immediately flashed back to the fateful meeting when I was told that I would be the big sister to a young punk named Larry Morrison, a young kid who had nearly been killed in a store robbery and would spend the next five years of his life at Great Indian. I had been scared senseless that day; it was a real mind blowing request and I doubted that I was the right person for the job despite Mrs. Williams' assurances.

I took the responsibility and not only changed one young person's life but started in motion a chain of events that would provide help to others in his position. To this day I'm still surprised at how well things turned out.

It was too late for me to be a big sister again so I couldn't imagine what Mrs. Williams might ask of me.

I was surprised to see Tiff and her parents in the office when I walked in. Tiff had long since made peace with Mrs. Williams and was sitting right next to her grinning like mad.

"You were a tremendous influence on our daughter," Mr. Morrison smiled at me. "We were very concerned that we might lose her until you came along. Frankly we suspected that she had the potential to succeed but never in our wildest dreams did we suspect she'd turn into an honor student, let alone such a positive influence on other troubled kids."

"Just following in my big sister's footsteps," Tiff beamed. "She's my hero!"

"You took a troubled young man and helped him not only to face but to overcome the demons that had been haunting him," Mrs. Williams added. "Just as I knew you could."

"My husband wasn't exaggerating when he said that we were afraid that we'd lose Tiffany," Mrs. Morrison continued. "When she become involved with that gang we feared she'd be killed; she had no idea what she was getting herself into, she just wanted to get as far away from us and her past as she could. You can't imagine the horrible images that came to mind that night that the police told us she'd been involved in an armed robbery and there had been a shooting. We were terrified that the officer was going to ask us to identify her body."

"When Great Indian's rehabilitation plan was suggested it seemed perfect; we wanted our sweet child back; boy or girl, it didn't matter, just as long as that sullen, disrespectful, bitter child was gone. When Mrs. Williams told us that you'd be her big sister we were doubtful that someone of your young years could make a difference but Mrs. Williams convinced us that if anyone could reach Tiffany and bring her back, you'd be the one."

Mr. Morrison shook his head and smiled at me "You did what we and every counselor who had met Tiffany thought to be impossible, you drove the demons that terrorized Tiffany away."

"I was just there Mr. Morrison," I wanted them to understand that I didn't do anything quite as grand as they were making it out to be. "She just needed someone to show her that she didn't have anything to fear; that what she feared most in life was nothing but a shadow on the wall that would disappear once she turned on a light. She's a sweet kid who really wanted to do what she thought was right."

"Your modesty is refreshing Faith," He told me. "But the facts speak for themselves; if not for you Tiff would probably have been sent to jail and things would have been much different once she got out than they are today. You gave us back our happiness and I believe that you probably saved Tiffany's life. For that you deserve more than a simple thank you."

With that Tiff handed me an envelope and told me to open it. I almost fell over when I read the letter guaranteeing me a full scholarship to the university I had been interested in courtesy of Tiff's parents.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the letter. "I can't accept this, it must have cost a fortune."

"Don't worry about us," Tiff's mom laughed. "We can afford to help. But read on, there's more."

The letter went on to state that I was the first recipient of the "Leap of Faith" scholarship for student who have displayed a sense of caring for others and who have made extraordinary efforts to help another person The scholarship would provide full tuition, books and dorm fees for up to a Master's degree in any field I chose.

"Of course I thought up the name," Tiff announced proudly as she gave me a hug. "My folks are right, without you I might be dead. I'll never forget how much you helped me; you had faith that I was worth the struggle, that I could actually succeed despite myself. It took a tremendous leap of faith for you to want to help a foul mouthed, rotten kid like me but you took the leap and ended up saving my life. I wanted to thank you but didn't know how until I found out about your college plans. I never mentioned that I wasn't just a spoiled little girl; I was and still am a spoiled little rich girl. My folks have more money than they know what to do with and you have more brains than you know what to do with. I figured they'd make a great combination! Not only that, the scholarship can be my way of keeping the tradition of help and caring going by rewarding those who really help."

I fought to hold back the tears but it was no use; I gave in to my emotions and threw my arms around Tiff. "I don't know how to thank you," I bawled. "This means so much to me!"

"Mrs. Williams has a suggestion if you don't mind." Tiff gave me a look that told me she was hiding something up her sleeve. I turned to Mrs. Williams who also had a funny look on her face.

"I've never had two student quite like you girls before," she told me. "Your leaving Great Indian is going to be a tremendous loss. I've already discussed this with Tiffany who has agreed to return as a counselor but I had something a little different in mind for you."

"Sit down Faith," Tiff advised. "This is going to blow you away."

Mrs. Williams cleared her throat and began. "I've talked it over with the board of directors for the school and we're all in agreement; I need help. I need someone that I can count on to handle everyday problems and to make certain that the students are getting the help they need. We've anticipated a great need for the education and rehabilitative services we offer here and I'm straining to handle the student base we have now. There's no way I can be sure that future classes will get the care and help they need both personally and academically without help. Tiffany has agreed to return after college to be the senior counselor but I still need an assistant administrator to make certain that the wonderful things you girls have done will always be available. If you haven't figured it out by now Faith, I want you for that job."

"What do you say Faith, me and you, sisters against the world?" Tiff asked hopefully.

So that settled my fate; I was going on to one of the most prestigious colleges in the world not to pass time in liberal arts classes but to learn how to be an effective administrator for a private school. The pay was fantastic and I knew I'd love the work but best off all I'd be working with the sweetest, most helpful person I'd ever met; someone who shared my desire to help and wanted to keep the dream I had alive.

Before entering college though there was something I had to do.

Rob drove me back to my old school just before the end of the school year. I went right to the office and asked to meet with the principal.

"I just wanted to apologize for all the trouble I caused while I was here." I explained. "I guess I was a little mixed up at the time."

"I'm a little mixed up too," He smiled politely as he looked at a paper on his desk. "I can't seem to remember your having been a student here Miss Jordan."

"Please call me Faith, Mr. Torngle." I gave him a second to settle in before I finished.

I flashed him a big smile "You knew me as Frank Jordan then; remember the chemistry lab fire?"

Wow, I'd never seen anyone's eyelids tough their hairline before but I would have sworn that Mr. Torngle's did when he realized who I was. To his credit he remained outwardly calm and professional.

"I see there have been some major changes in your life Faith," He smiled. "You certainly seem much happier than when you were a student here."

"I've never been happier; Great Indian Learning Center was the best thing that ever happened to me. Let me show you something." I fished around in my purse and pulled out an envelope detailing my grades and the offer from the university.

"Congratulations, I suspected there was a good deal more to you than you were presenting. I wished that I could have reached you while you were still a student here"

We chatted for almost an hour, I told him about my grades, my tutoring program, and my scholarship offer."

"I hope you're successful in your job search after graduation, it won't be easy but stick it out, I know you have what it takes to succeed."

I couldn't resist. "I've already been successful; I'll be the assistant administrator at Great Indian when I complete my degree."

"With the turnaround you've made in your own life I don't doubt for a moment that you're well suited for the job Faith," He stood and offered me his hand. "It will be a pleasure having someone with your determination in the field. Too many administrators are ex-teachers; washed up and burned out. The field needs young people with your drive and your concern for the welfare of the students. If I can ever help, feel free to call me anytime."

We walked out of his office chatting like old friends. I introduced him to Rob who seemed amazed that I would be having such a good time talking to the principal who got me expelled. Mr. Torngle laughed and told Rob he had a wonderful girlfriend and to take good care of me. It seemed so strange to for me to be leaving the principal's office talking to him like we were old friends but the same thing happened at Great Indian, wasn't life odd?

I finished college and received a Master's in Education Administration in only four years. I would have taken it easy and done it in five but I had some tough competition to see who could complete a Master's degree program in the shortest amount of time. Yep, you guessed it; my sweet little sister Tiffany graduated from Great Indian a year after me and just like her big sister she also graduated Summa Cum Laude, the school's highest honor before she too went on to her Master's degree in Psychology.

I beat Tiff by a single percentage point and I would never let her forget it! Of course it wasn't much of a loss to a girl who had completed high school in under two years and her Master's degree in only four!

What do you do when you've already done the impossible you ask? You marry the handsomest, sweetest, sexiest guy in the world, that's what!

I'd undergone my final surgery the summer before I started college and although I hurt like crazy for a while I kept reminding myself that someday the pain would be replaced by the incredible pleasure of making love with my wonderful husband.

We were married not long after Rob finished his degree and got a job designing power plants.. I helped him as much as I could but it still took him five and a half years to get his Masters. Oh well, that's still pretty good for a degree in Nuclear Physics though so I guess he's pretty smart; after all he did see right through me and knew there was something special that he had to have.

Of course Holly was my Maid of Honor and Jill and Tiff were my bridesmaids. Holly's fiancée

Jack, one of Rob's high school buddies was his Best Man. Mike from Rob's baseball team and his younger brothers Marty were the Groomsmen and were also the future husbands of Jill and Tiff. Mike fell in love with Jill at that fateful baseball game when the Snoopy Twins made their debut and a year later introduced his younger brother to Tiff.

It was an absolutely delicious feeling to slip into the snow white lingerie mom bought for my wedding; the lace panties fit snugly over my furry little slit with my garter belt framing my new husband's reward for years of patient waiting.

The nylons were barely a wisp of fabric but they clung to my legs in the most sensual fashion. In a way it seemed a waste to take so much time to dress in such beautiful things but then again it was going to be so nice to have Rob undress me later!

As I gazed at my firm, pert breasts nestled in the satin cups of my bra I was glad I endured the nausea and mood swings that had plagued me when I first began taking female hormones; my breasts were soft and quite supple, just perfect for Rob to lay against after we made love. I could have had implants to speed things along but I waited patiently for the hormones to bring me to a nice thirty-six C cup. I'm not really sure if implants would feel different but I wanted my honey to have the best I could offer, sort of "Home Grown", you know what I mean?

Holly and Tiff helped me into a petticoat that seemed to go on forever; my dress had a very full skirt and the petticoat was necessary to give the proper look of it billowing out from my small waist.

"Reminds me of when I was little," Tiff remarked with a smile. "I used to love twirling in my party dresses so I could see my petticoat. I miss them; I'll simply have to get a gown like yours for my wedding, it'll be so much fun to wear a petticoat again!"

Jill helped me get zipped and buttoned into my incredibly beautiful gown of white satin and lace. I couldn't take my eyes off of the stunning woman in the mirror; her hair was perfect, she had a flawless complexion, lips that begged to be kissed and a body that was primed to be held and caressed by the man she loved. How could this vision of loveliness ever have been a male?

It didn't matter that I had once been a confused and troubled teenage boy; all that was important was that I had changed. Not just a physical change, but a change to my very core. Girl center had found and developed arts of me that I didn't know existed; a desire to succeed and a need to help others. Rob had seen those qualities in me; Holly had seen them, and of course Mrs. Williams had seen them; everyone knew they were there but me. Or did I know and just refused to let them develop, thinking that they were qualities I shouldn't have as a tough boy? Thank God the others cared enough to bring them to the surface; I couldn't imagine the horror of not having such wonderful people in my life! I might be working as a bicycle messenger or some other hideous job; instead, because people cared, I was the Assistant Administrator at a school which took troubled kids like I was and turned them into successful young men and women.

I might have been a loser, still living with mom and dad, grades that a decent college wouldn't take a glance at, aimlessly drifting from one lousy relationship to the next. Instead I was a graduate of a prestigious college with grades that had won me the ultimate recognition the school could give, I was a beautiful and successful lady, deeply in love and ready to give herself to the most wonderful man a woman could ever want! Not a bad life if I do say so myself.

I took daddy's arm as the music began to play. "You new husband's a very lucky man to be marrying such a beautiful lady." He whispered as we began to walk towards the altar.

"I'll miss you guys daddy," I whispered back. "Thanks for all you've done for me."

"We're never that far away sweetie, bring the old man and stop by now and then!" He joked.

I squeezed his arm tightly. "Tell mom I love you guys."

It was time. We were at the end of the aisle, the altar in front of us, Rob beside me. Daddy lifted my veil, kissed my cheek, and wished me luck before offering my hand to Rob.

It was over in a flash, or maybe I was just in a daze, but before I knew it the question was out there. "Do you Faith Joanne...", I heard the words and snapped out of my dream world. I straightened up as tall as I could get, turned to my sweetie and in a loud clear voice said "I do!"

When Rob's turn came he smiled and was saying "I do" almost before the minister could finish asking the question. He slipped the ring on my finger, lifted my veil and met my waiting lips with his

It was truly amazing; after all these years I could still hear the same bells and whistles that were going off the first time that Rob kissed me after that fateful Globetrotter's game.

We walked back down the aisle and out to the waiting Limo amidst wild clapping and cheering; most of which came from my girlfriends from the Great Indian but our families weren't about to be outdone; I thought mom was going to hurt herself by clapping so hard and Rob's mother was in danger of drowning herself in her own tears.

My wedding day was just as wonderful as I had planned it to be; all of my friends from Great Indian were there, the guys from the baseball team, and to the delight of many who were basketball fans the Harlem Globetrotters team that we had gone to see were on hand to celebrate what had started as a date to one of their games! Of course they all lined up in the receiving line to be kissed, just like they had that night years before. Of course I was glad to kiss each and every one , including those who snuck back in line again.

We did everything by the book; pictures before the reception, the wedding dance with our parents and the wedding party, even the obligatory "Cake in the Face" picture. Everything was as planned, everything was as I said by the book and very predictable. It was getting late and Rob and I would soon be leaving for our honeymoon in Hawaii. It was time to shake things up!

"Attention ladies and gentlemen," Rob called out from the band platform. "My lovely wife and I would like to thank you all for joining us as we start our lives together. It's been a wonderful day and we'll never forget it but what's most important to Faith and I is that you never forget it either."

He handed me the microphone.

"Will Miss Jill Kafley and Miss Tiffany Morrison please come to the center of the floor?"

A confused Jill and Tiff left their dates. The crowd parted and they were alone in the center of the dance floor looking very confused.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce two wonderful young women who show a love for life that few ever know. It's my pleasure to introduce the Snoopy Twins!"

Taking each by an arm I nodded to Rob on the stage.

Rob turned to the band. "Gentlemen, if you will."

With that cue the band began playing the "Linus and Lucy" song.

Jill and Tiff looked at me and grinned, then began to dance.

A few minutes later I joined in, then Rob, then Holly, and soon the dance floor was packed.

As we left the hall I was pretty sure that it was a wedding none of the guests would ever forget!

In our hotel room Rob carefully unzipped my gown and helped my out of it and the petticoat.

"I've waited a long time for this," He whistled softly as I gave a little wiggle of my butt while hanging up my gown. "You're worth every single second!"

He spun me around, pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

"I've been waiting too you know," I giggled as I undid his pants. "We're wasting time; we can always kiss in bed!"

Rob mumbled something, it was hard to understand each other with our lips pressed tightly together and our tongues intertwined. I got the message though as he stepped out of his pants, and began to undo my bra. Just in case he hadn't I gently guided him over to the bed, tripped him, and threw myself on top of him.

We managed to wiggle out of our remaining clothes and into a mutually satisfying position in under twenty seconds. The bells and whistles were back shortly after that followed by an incredible feeling that swept over my entire body and set off a display of fireworks that rivaled anything ever seen. Rob groaned and I could feel him tense up before I felt a throbbing inside of me that only made the bells, whistles, and fireworks that much better!

It was of course the most magnificent event in my life; Rob was a whiz at bringing me to what had to be unheard of heights of pleasure time and time again. I had know that my hubby was a sweet talker, but it came as a great delight to find out that he knew how to do all kinds of wonderful things with that tongue of his!

I wasn't exactly a slouch in the satisfaction department; having read my fair share of sexy novels I'd also become a devoted fan of an innocent looking older woman who hosted a sex talk show from Canada called appropriately enough "Sunday Night Sex Talk".

I'd lived a pretty sheltered life until I began working at Great Indian; I never knew some of the things they talked about on that show existed, let alone were physically possible! I was a good student though and paid careful attention, hoping to pick up some pointers to use when I got married.

The things I picked up certainly turned Rob into a pointer! He got rock hard in an instant when I woke him up the next morning by taking him into my mouth and gliding up and down on him. A few minutes later he tensed up and tried to push me off but I hung on for dear life; after all I was in the midst of a scientific experiment and didn't want him to ruin it.

Seconds later I had streams of warm, thick fluid pulsing into my mouth. I waited for him to finish, then swished the fluid around with my tongue before I swallowed.

"Yep, it works!" I announced happily as I brought my head out from under the blankets. "I could actually taste the Pineapple. Can we try some Cherries next?"

Rob shook his head and laughed. "So that's why you insisted on feeding me all that Pineapple last night."

"I think we should have some cereal for breakfast, with lots of bananas in yours," I insisted. "Unless you'd like some of those Apple flavored bagels I saw on the menu."

Rob decided on the bananas in his Apple Jack cereal but asked that room service also bring along a small bowl of Cherries.

"Why get the Cherries when we'll be able to try Apple and Banana flavors?" I asked just before Rob slid beneath the covers.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing with those Cherries? I don't think they belong in there..."

So I was wrong, they did belong where he put them and good lord did I love it when he used his tongue to get them back out again!

Another mistake I made was when I thought that breasts were only good for nursing babies and attracting men. It's eye-opening to realize what a sexy guy with dedication can do with his tongue to nipples that had been minding their own business as you sleep

We also found that with a little wiggling around we could both find enjoyment from citrus fruit at the same time!

By the time our two week honeymoon was over we'd seen the sights of every Hawaiian island and tried every sexual position and act that we could think of plus a few more we got from my favorite TV show.

We live about ten miles from Great Indian now; I love my job, Mrs. Williams is grateful for the help, and the kids love Tiff the little counselor with a huge love for life. Rob has a good job nearby and we're thinking of adopting a baby. We both agree that it would be nice to have a little girl who I could dress up in pretty outfits but we're not against adopting a little boy. After all, Tiff and Jill tell me that little boys and petticoats have been known to go together every bit as well as soup and a sandwich, or perhaps Cherries and Bananas!

It's going to be a tough decision; we may just end up with a boy and a girl. Either way the little tyke will be spoiled rotten by loving parents, grandparents, an Aunt Holly and a couple of ladies lovingly known as the Snoopy twins!

  

  

  

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