The Goddess Within

by

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

PART ONE

WE MEET TABBY & CRYSTAL

 

Crystal was an anachronism, a throwback to a time gone by. My sister personified the "new age’ mystique. She was "The Age of Aquarius" incarnate. The difference between Crystal and almost all those still playing at being "new age" was that Crystal wasn’t playing; she was for real! The long hair, the tank tops, the sandals all were part of her being. She had many "gifts" and had become a true Wiccan long before it was in thing to play at. Don’t get me wrong! I adored her and appreciated that she took care of me after we were left on our own.

We were always a step or two ahead of the family members who wanted to get the income left to us by our mother. Maybe some people would have had my sister put away but her beliefs, however odd or different, kept her from succumbing to the rather ugly face the world had presented to her. My inner being told me that Crystal’s world was less ugly and more real than the one around us.

Somehow she had agreed to take over a new-age tea room in a dying shore resort at the beginning of the off season. There was an apartment over the store for us to live in, an okay community college nearby and space for Crystal to open a boutique selling clothing and new age items.

Crystal made an alluring Wiccan. Her dark blond hair pulled back from her face, a black tank top over a gauzy skirt. A sliver amulet called attention to her swan like neck and her perfect breasts.

Crystal! Isn’t that a trip? Mom really named her that! Perfect name for a girl with my sister’s interests and style. Crystal was a new age relic for sure.

My name was pretty far out too. Tabby! At least that’s what Crystal called me. It came from the time she caught me pretending to be a cat. I was only three when that happened but the name stuck

Our first day in our new home. The gray, drizzling mood had a really positive impact on Crystal. The mists made her feel like she was in a primeval land. I had to agree with her. It would have been a great time to go down to the jetty and sketch. There was work to be done.

The tearoom and the shop were ready for business by mid afternoon. I wondered if there would be any trade.

"Tabby, this is going to be our home, our real home. I just know. Don’t you worry about business. Those new summer vacation developments will bring all sorts of people to this area. The nice fall weekends will bring day trippers and fishermen. We’ve just got to hang in."

"Cryst, they’ll be yuppies. They aren’t interested in what you sell and you wouldn’t do business with them if they wanted you. You hate them!"

"Tabby, sweets. I don’t hate them. I loathe them, I despise them. Their money is good.

"And I just know there’s a coven near... I’m restless. Let’s go for a run."

 

Crystal had such great legs it was a pity to hide them in the flowing skirts she wore. In shorts and a tank top, she was spectacular! We covered about eight miles out and back on a flat road along the shore.

We took a break and went through some Tai Ch’i exercises. Crystal had a grace of movement that seemed to defy gravity, to slow time.

She teased me as she watched my movements. "Tabby, your legs are wasted on a boy. Most girls would kill for legs like yours. And your waist!"

My jogging shorts rode up as I went through the exercises. "Tabby," laughed Crystal, "the hem of your panties is showing. You really are a little tease."

"Come off it, Cryst! They’re boys’ fashion underpants."

"Right, sure! Don’t tell me you don’t remember wanting to try on my clothes when mommy used to get angry and hit you because you were a boy and might turn out like daddy. And it wasn’t so long ago that you still wanted to try my things."

Blushing, I ran up to Crystal and slapped her playfully on the rump. "Catch me if you can," I challenged as I ran down the road toward the tearoom.

Crystal was alongside me in a flash. She was slender with an ethereal beauty yet she was swift and powerful. Her delving into unusual religions had brought her into contact with subtle and rare forms of martial arts. Woe to any guy who tried to take advantage of Crystal!

We chatted as we ran through the cool September air.

"I love to tease you, Tabby. But one thing you should know is that the male and female combine in all of us...that’s if we’re healthy enough to know it. God and goddess, yin and yang. So many cultures haven’t lost touch with the earth."

"Cryst, I know. We’ve talked about it. It figures into your Wiccan sene. I don’t doubt you. Besides I’m waiting for you to initiate me into...well, whatever. I want to be like a made man as the Mafia would say."

A Lincoln Town Car was parked in front of the tearoom as we turned onto the seedy main street. A rather attractive woman in her mid thirties got out to intercept us.

Crystal’s invisible antenna went up.

The woman was a local real estate person who would be marketing the new developments. I didn’t expect to see a woman of her class and style in this area. She wore a gray tailored suit, blue blouse, high heeled pumps, and dark tan stockings. I do mean stockings because her skirt rose high enough to reveal the smooth skin of her bare thigh above the dark top of her stocking! Conservative teardrop garnet earrings, matching ring and a ladies Rolex watch were her only pieces of jewelry. Her dark auburn hair was in a tight bun.

"I’m so sorry to have caught you when you’re just getting back from your jog. I do want to welcome you and ..."

"Please come in," interrupted Crystal as she unlocked the door of the tearoom.

A few minutes later I put a platter of scones and butter on the table as I waited for the water to boil for the herbal teas I knew to offer.

Rhonda Carter was truly excited at the prospect of having businesses that would give an exotic, arty touch to the decaying downtown area. She was absolutely taken with Crystal’s outlook and style.

"Crystal, who did the wonderful drawings?"

"Oh, Tabby is quite talented." Crystal nodded in my direction. Before Crystal could elaborate, Rhonda began gushing.

"Really? You and your sister are so talented. It’s so rare to find two sisters so attractive and so talented."

I wasn’t about to clue Rhonda to the fact that I was a boy. I put my knees together leaving my feet apart and hugged myself. I had no doubt that this female posture would assure that Rhonda Carter would go on thinking I’m a girl!

The kettle began to whistle. I got up to fill the teapot. Rhonda followed me with her eyes. My thumbs found the hem of my panties as I snapped them over my cheeks.

I left Crystal with Rhonda and went up to shower. Crystal came up about forty-five minutes later.

Crystal took a confrontational posture in the door to my room. "Brat!" I didn’t know if Crystal was angry or not. "Now how do we get of this one? Rhonda thinks you’re a girl!

"Now don’t try to cute your way out of this one. She can bring us a lot of business. Her plan is to show prospective home buyers there is more to this town than they expect. We’re going to be the vanguard of an arty downtown."

She pushed me onto the bed, straddled me and yanked open my robe. "Well, are they fashion briefs or panties?" She squeezed my balls.

"Actually they’re panties, plain white cotton, no trim. You ought to know, you bought them for me."

"Tabby, you’ve passed as a girl before to get rid of detectives hired to track us down. You were good at it. You’ve got to do it again!

"And besides, this may generate some publicity so that family of ours may pick up our trail. Two girls will throw them off!

"Do it, Tabby. Do it for us both! God, I don’t want them to find us."

"Crystal, you know the answer. I’ll do anything for you. You’re the only one who let me have a life."

We hugged each other as Crystal cried softly.

I kissed the salt tears from my sister’s smooth soft skin.

 

I started the shower for Crystal and checked the kitchen. Best go to the Seven-Eleven out near the state road. The supermarket could wait. Besides, I had no idea where to find it!

I figured I might as well let people around here know that Crystal had a younger sister. Better play it cautiously at first.

Cut off jeans with about an inch or two of inseam. Let the hem of my white panties show. A scoop neck tee. A gold chain with a cross. No need to let them know our involvement with "natural" religions. Slouch socks and sneakers. I put a pair of emerald stud earrings in my pierced ears. The green of the emeralds was just the right color for my strawberry blond hair and green eyes.

I deliberately wiped off the lipstick as soon as I put it on in order to give the outdoorsy, athletic girl impression. The hint of color that remained was just right. Bra or no bra? No bra for now. Let them guess at my gender. Still , my appearance was that of a very healthy, well toned athletic young girl.

I drove the car to the store. A group of rather coarse guys and their trampy girl friends were parked in the adjacent strip mall. I made a mental note to find out if the pizzeria and the Chinese restaurant were any good. They noticed me as I stepped from the car. I gave them a bland smile and went in to get eggs, bread, milk and a few other staples to take us through to the next day.

As I put the bags in the passenger side, I made sure to give the crowd hanging out in the strip mall a glimpse of my panties. It was the only way I could be sure they would remember they had seen a girl driving Crystal’s car.

I started to walk around to the driver’s door when I noticed one of the guys twisting his girlfriend’s wrist. "So tough, picking on a girl," I taunted. His friends’ laughter more than what I said made it necessary for him to save face.

He ran over to my car and stood blocking the driver’s door. "Do get out of my way." He responded by blowing smoke at my face. I snatched the cigarette from his mouth and jabbed toward his eye with it. He jumped back and stumbled. The laughter died quickly this time.

"Wise ass bitch."

"What a remarkable name! It suits you."

I leaned against the car waiting for him to make a move. He blinked first by backing away and rejoining his friends.

Crystal sat at the kitchen table with a copy of the I’ Ching and some Chinese coins in front of her.

"Hi, big sister. You always tell me the yarrow stalks are better. Besides, I thought tarot cards are more your thing."

"Right on both counts. You’ve learned well."

"Thanks. But Cryst, I have a great mentor."

"Thanks for saying so, Tabby. And I have a great pupil and a great brother to care for me when I need it."

"Or a sister, as the need arises."

We giggled feeling secure in our new quarters. But we had made starts elsewhere and had to move on. The only people who knew our movements was the administrator of mommy’s estate and her secretary. I was pretty sure they were loyal, if not to us, then to our late mother.

"Cryst, we’ve got to take some time and see how we’re going to work this. I think the tearoom will go. The boutiques and the new age store will pay their way. But we don’t too much undue attention. Maybe I should assume a female personality."

"Tabby, that’s too much to ask of you. You’re getting to the point where you have to think of a life on your own"

"Well, maybe a girl just in the tearoom and the boutique. I guess I have to be guy most of the rest of the time."

We reached across the table and pressed each other’s hand ever so gently yet ever so reassuringly.

Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, home fires and white wine. Really not a very celebratory menu but we enjoyed our first meal on the wooden deck behind our upstairs apartment, our new home.

The next morning Crystal took the car and drove to the newspaper offices in the county seat where she arranged for a series of ads. She also took ad space in the weekly throwaway newspaper.

I took the van to the supermarket. I gassed up on the way back.

The attendant approached me. "What can I get you?" After he started the pump, "Check under the hood?" I got out while he read the dip stick.

"You’re new around here. I’ve never seen this van before. I don’t mean to be nosy but do you have a sister?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I had a run in with a girl in the Seven-Eleven parking lot yesterday. You kind of look like her. I was a real jerk. She was pretty and well...I just came off like a jerk."

"At least one sister. Don’t sweat it. The one you mean really can be ...well you know." I let him fill that in for himself.

We were expecting some UPS deliveries for the boutique in the afternoon.

"Cryst, I think we should let it be known that you’re not the only girl in this establishment. That way we won’t have people turning curious when I "waitress" or tend the boutique as a girl."

"And just how will you do that?"

"Last night I got our dinner stuff at Seven-Eleven. I dressed kind of iffy so people saw me as a girl.. Just let me borrow some of your things."

"Tabby, you’re too much! Do what you have to do."

 

After a shower I put on powder blue cotton hip-hugger panties. After doing my makeup, I donned a white padded bra. I pushed my chest muscles together and taped them. The result was fabulous! Just shows that girls with small breasts can be sexy. A yellow scoop neck baby tee and a very short denim skirt. When my bright red toe nails dried, I slipped on monk sandals.

I grabbed a round straw hat, the kind an English school girl might wear, and went down to the little office. "Wow, Tabby! You could make any girl green with envy."

"I plan to," I said as I went out back to get the car.

Bitch that I was, I drove to the gas station to cock-tease whatever his name would turn out to be.

"Fill it and check the oil," I ordered imperiously; deliberately omitting the please.

I rested my right foot on the center console as my acquaintance form the Seven-Eleven washed the windshield. He practically wore out the glass as he stared at my panties!

"It clicked off," I said. Blushing, he topped off the tank.

I opened the door and swung my legs around. My skirt was really up which was what I was trying for. I stood up to pay him. He tried to hide his disappointment as I ended the show.

"Look, I’m sorry about last night. My name’s Ivor."

"Oh, do I know you?" I got back in the car and started to drive off.

Actually, he wasn’t so bad. He was trying to apologize. Besides, his rich brown hair and expressive eyes were cute.

I circled the gas pumps and drove up behind him. "Ivor, I accept your apology. I’ll see you again."

Cryst and I watched the sun go down as we ate our dessert on the deck. Crystal stood facing west, her palms pressed together in front of her face. She softly hummed a Celtic or Wiccan chant. She wore a gauzy flower print jumper that caressed her curves as the breeze stirred the diaphanous fabric. I stood, faced the sun and prayed that Crystal would find someone worthy of her.

Crystal stood as if in a trance. She faced the crescent moon and again crooned.

I envied her grace, her gentle power, her nearness to nature. Her beauty and grace were mine to share in some small measure. What I often envied most of all was her female power. The prerogative to be gentle or strong, sweet or nasty, to dress soft and feminine, nature girl or sophisticate, sensuous panties or practical.

She had taught me the duality of the nature of all of us.

Crystal turned to me. "Tabby, I know this is right. This place will work well for us. And don’t dare call me Pollyanna"

The next morning I stopped off at the nearby community to college to pick up a list of courses. I wasn’t sure what the course offerings would be but at least it might get me out and give me an opportunity to meet people on my own. It was really kind of pointless because I still had a semester of high school left. Our wonderfully vindictive family had almost caught up with us when I was beginning my last semester so I had to drop out when we moved.

I ran into Ivor, the creep from the strip mall. He insisted on buying me a cup of coffee. What was so amusing was that he wasn’t clear at first whether I was a boy or girl. I also had the distinct feeling that it probably wouldn’t matter to him once he got passed the macho veneer that appeared to have been imposed on him by popular culture.

I wondered if it would be worth the investment of time and energy to reveal to him his true nature.

Ivor turned out to be a sort of pleasant guy. A rather innocuous incident gave me some insight into him.

A rather pretty but shockingly dressed girl managed to get his attention just by sitting at the next table. It wasn’t her face and figure that riveted him but her style.

Henna hair parted in the middle set off her pale makeup and purple lipstick. The dark purple of her long fingernails was sexy as all hell. Almost opaque shiny black stockings, a black wet look slip dress and patent shoes completed her Goth girl effect. She was beautiful despite the costume like get up.

Ivor was transfixed. "She’s so scary, so powerfully controlling," I commented suspecting what was going through Ivor’s mind. He looked awestruck. My observation jarred him out of his reverie. "Wouldn’t you love to be that powerful?"

An intense blush started at Ivor’s neck and rose to his cheeks. The Goth girl caught on. She stepped over the cafeteria table’s attached bench making sure we both caught a liberal view of her bare thighs and black panties.

I stood up, caught Ivor’s hand and led him from the cafeteria.

We walked to the parking lot. "You really do want to be like that Goth girl. I don’t mean date her or have sex her..."

"What do you mean?"

"To be like her. You would love to be exotic, scary, powerful but still very sexy."

"Get off it! I’m not gay" I couldn’t decide whether he was trying harder to convince me or himself he wasn’t gay.

"See you around," I said as I got into the car.

 

Rhonda Carter was in the tearoom when I returned. We still hadn’t opened for business. Ms. Carter was dressed differently from the first encounter with her. She wore a long flower print skirt, a silk blouse and red blazer. Her hair was in a pony tail. I realized I found Ms. Carter very appealing.

 

"Hello, Tabby. I really am impressed by your drawings. Oh, I see you’ve been to the community college. Are you going to be a regular student there?"

"I can’t. I haven’t finished high school."

"That really is too bad. You’re so bright and talented."

Crystal spoke up. "I was telling Rhonda that you have some very rare gifts. That you were able to reflect the mother goddess and the father god since you were quite young and that you can physically go from one form to the other so easily."

"I have a wonderful idea!" Rhonda brightened.

"Tabby, your drawings are really unique. You have a natural gift of line, of shading that promises to develop into a distinctive style if nurtured. Too many art schools impose things on the student from outside, things that are not part of the student. It results in mediocrity. Your talent must be nurtured from within. And it must be done in an environment that will nurture the goddess in you."

"It’s not that I’m ungrateful for the interest and enthusiasm...I haven’t even finished high school."

I was taken aback by Rhonda Carter’s enthusiasm. I excused my self and went into the boutique to finish setting up some racks and shelves.

 

PART TWO

RHONDA’S PROPOSAL

"Crystal, I really do understand that you and Tabby have had to move around, often with no warning or planning, in order to maintain your freedom and independence.

"Tabby is so multi-talented that there just has to be a way to get the kind of training..."

"Rhonda, I appreciate your interest. If this venture works out financially..."

"I just want my opinions of Tabby’s artwork confirmed by someone I know.

I attended a finishing school about two hour’s drive from here. One of my teachers was Dr. Jodi Matthew’s. Jodi is such an influence on all the girls at Janus. With your permission I’ll ask Jodi to look at Tabby’s work."

"I don’t know what to say."

"Say nothing now. Just allow me to do what I want to for you and Tabby. The Janus Academy is a very special school for special pupils. It’s a girls school. Upper secondary and a junior college. Some of the grads have gone on to very fine four year colleges. Perhaps we can make a place for Tabby in the school."

Rhonda pushed her chair back from the table at which she sat chatting with Crystal. She sat with legs crossed rather immodestly but the two were alone in the small office. Left ankle resting on right knee, her shoe dangling from her left foot. Rhonda pushed her foot into the shoe and extended her leg upward using both hands to smooth her pantyhose as she did so. This rather mundane yet sensual task of smoothing the wrinkles out of pantyhose was repeated for the other leg. Crystal found herself very interested!

The older woman stood up, raised her skirt and adjusted her slip. Her white stretch nylon pantybrief was visible under the off black pantyhose. The contrast of colors and textures was more fascinating than if all had been coordinated.

Crystal was certain that Rhonda had dressed deliberately rather than spontaneously. She was also certain that the business-like, no nonsense Rhonda had other reasons for her interest in the two newcomers. Her keenly developed, Wiccan trained intuition sensed no reason to mistrust this woman. Crystal was certain that she would not betray them to any snooping detectives sent by their family.

Crystal relaxed as she sat watching Rhonda’s rather seductive performance. Rhonda leaned forward and kissed Crystal squarely on the lips. The warm, moist kiss was heady. "I’ll speak to Tabby."

Crystal went upstairs to change her wet panties.

Rhonda crossed her legs as she sat on the step stool in the boutique. Her long skirt was over knees. Her pose was more modest than it had been in the tearoom with Crystal.

"Tabby, I want to borrow some of your drawings. A friend of mine, a teacher at the finishing school I attended would critique your work if you allow me to ask." Rhonda recrossed her legs to distract Tabby from thinking.

"Good, you agree."

Tabby responded awkwardly. "I didn’t say anything."

"But you didn’t object. Do it for me and, if not for me, then for Crystal."

"I will. It’s just you came on so suddenly."

"For that I’m sorry. And Tabby, I know we can help you develop your talent...all of your talents. Young people with your gifts are rare and very special."

 

PART THREE

HIRING A WAITRESS

Tabby had sensed that under all his macho stridings Ivor was very, very femme. He also sensed that the youth was aware of these needs.

Ivor washed the windshield of the car that Tabby shared with Crystal. He stared at Tabby who was in girl mode. Tabby drove the car to the air pump and took the gauge from the glove compartment. Getting out of the car was a deliberate and seductive act designed to transfix Ivor and bring him under control. Tabby squatted, thighs apart, giving Ivor a steady view of the crotch of the cut-off jeans. Tabby had deliberately worn bright white nylon panties which were plainly visible at the edge of the cut-offs.

Ivor approached. "Need some help?"

"I’ve been filling my own tires forever. No help, thanks."

"You know I don’t know your name."

"I’ll tell you later...when you buy me some pizza for lunch." Tabby snapped his knees together as if he only just realized what Ivor was staring at. Ivor blushed.

"That strip mall where we first met. Noon or one?"

"Noon," said Ivor as if he couldn’t wait until one.

Ivor was waiting as Tabby pulled up. The wide neckline of Tabby’s powder blue baby tee was off center enough to show the stretchy strap of a black bra.

They walked into the pizzeria and seated themselves at a table in the back.

"Tabby."

"What was that?" Ivor seemed puzzled by this one word.

"Tabby. You wanted to know my name. It’s Tabby."

"Far out! Really goes with your green eyes."

Tabby reasoned that Ivor was indeed quite femme. This compliment was too at odds with the hard guy image he was working so hard to project. The interest in cultural courses at the community college was also at odds with the image.
"I’m looking for a job," Ivor volunteered. "I really didn’t like the gas station and would have quit soon anyhow. I told my boss I had to meet someone at noon. He said I couldn’t go until 12:30. I had no way of getting in touch with you so I told him I was going. He said not to come back."

"Wow, you did that for me! So gallant." And so confirming of my thoughts about you, I added to myself. I was now certain the feminine principal in Ivor was very strong. He would probably be more functional if he acknowledged it openly.

"Crystal is about to open the tearoom and the boutique. She really wants a waitress. Maybe if I spoke to her about you..."

"Would you? That would be so neat!"

We ate our pizza rather quietly. Ivor was rather impressed that I ordered a Bud and drank from the can.

"Let’s drive up to the hills above town," I suggested. "We’ll take my car."

Ivor kept his eyes on my thighs as I worked the pedals of the standard transmission car.

The hilltop was deserted. I sat on the hood of the car my back against the windshield. The town of Bayport spread out below. The bay from which it got its name opened onto the ocean. There was a fair sized city across the bay but Bayport had long lost its appeal as a day resort. It was too isolated. The city dwellers took the new highway to more open beaches on the ocean. Rhonda Carter and her backers were hoping to bring year round residents to Bayport and convert it to a bedroom community.

Ivor stood alongside the hood of the car looking at me tentatively. I extended my hand to him. He reached out for me. I drew him closer to me. I ran my fingers over his smooth cheek. I put my hand under his tee shirt and caressed his chest. Hesitantly, slowly he moved his face toward mine. We kissed. I turned my head before the kiss became intense.

"Be sure," I said softly.

"Tabby, I don’t understand what I feel for you...You’re not like any of the girls around here."

"I’m not like many girls anywhere."

I slid off the car. I undid my cut-offs and kicked them aside. Ivor stared open mouthed at the outline of my cock in the tight white nylon panties. His hand came up.

My first thought that he was going to try to hurt me. I caught his wrist in both my hands and applied a pressure hold. He dropped to his knees, pain distorting his too pretty features.

"What are you doing? I wanted to touch your face, to make sure you’re real, not a dream that will disappear."

I released his hand.

"Tabby, how did you know what I really am. I worked so hard to cover it. Pretended I was a hard guy. I like girls but I’ve always wished for someone like you. A girl with a cock!" He began to weep.

I knelt down and cradled him in my arms and rocked him softly. He looked up at me. "Tabby, you’re real, aren’t you?"

I kissed him deeply. I lay on top of him, my tongue in his mouth. I raised his tee shirt and kissed his nipples. He quivered.

"That’s enough for now," I said ending our brief petting session.. "Be sure where you’re going with this before we get involved and you start feeling guilty and whatever else."

"I understand."

My fingers rested on his hand as we drove back to town. He began to relax. I dropped him at the strip mall where we had lunch and where he had left his car.

"Tabby...You were right about what you said when we saw that Goth girl. Can I phone you?"

"Please do." I gave him our home number. He started to get out of the car. I pulled him back. A light but moist kiss. He smiled at me with his whole being.

Crystal listened carefully as Tabby described what had transpired with Ivor.

"You seem to think he can learn to pass as a girl. That’s not the problem. We don’t want his family coming down on us. Find out what they’re like. Have him here for a reading."

The phone rang. "For you," said Crystal. "It’s Ivor. Polite at least."

"Hi," I said warmly while sticking my tongue out at Crystal.

"Crystal wants to meet you. Come over for dessert."

Tabby led Ivor up the stairs to the apartment. "Crystal really is a girl. She’s uniquely beautiful and ...well, you’ll see."

Ivor seemed a little uncomfortable with the candle lit dining room. Crystal was humming softly when the boy entered. Her fingers rested lightly on a tarot deck. She was eerie yet awesomely beautiful.

Crystal was aloof when Tabby introduced Ivor. She had misgivings about her brother getting involved with a local so soon after arriving in Bayport.

Eclairs and coffee. Crystal took Ivor’s hand and looked at the palm. She said nothing.

"You really are into new age stuff. aren’t you?" Without waiting for answer, Ivor continued. "I really like reading about that. My mom knows a lot about some of that stuff. She says a lot of these things are much closer to our real nature than the more usual stuff. I think the world would be a lot better off if more people understood their true nature."
"Not really ‘new’ but you’re correct." Crystal rewarded the boy with a smile. I was certain his comment about his mom being supportive of new age principals further piqued my sister’s curiosity.

Crystal sat down at the table and fingered the tarot cards..

"Tarot cards! Can you read them?" Ivor was excited.

"Sure," responded Crystal. "Let me read the cards for you."

Crystal spread the cards. She was pleased with Ivor’s character and sincerity. The cards showed nothing negative. Crystal kissed Ivor’s cheek. She excused herself and went to the upper floor of the apartment.

"She’s wonderful!" Ivor was quite taken with the experience even though it was obvious that Crystal was able to find out more about him by looking at his palm and by reading the tarot cards than he was willing tell us.

We stood on the deck looking at he moon. I put my arm around Ivor’s waist and squeezed.

"Tabby, this is so weird. I’m so turned on by you.

"I think I would like to try for that waitress job... as a waitress. Will you help me?

I mean help me be a girl."

I faced Ivor and kissed him on the lips. We lingered for a moment. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into Ivor’s waiting mouth. The tingling as our tongues met spread through me like a spark.

"Please come to dinner at my house tomorrow night. I want you to meet my family. Dress as a girl! I’m going to out myself to my mom when I get home."

Crystal was seated on her bed doing paperwork when I told her about Ivor’s invitation. She was pleased.

"Tabby, you’re right. He has a dual nature and great promise. He also has the talent to be a true Wiccan and his love for you is genuine and lasting.

"And I think you better dress as a preppie girl. You’ll fit in with what they want for Ivor."

 

Tabby shaved her underarms in the shower. She stepped into conservative baby blue stretch nylon panties. After rummaging through a drawer, she shook her head in disappointment and disbelief . She stepped across the hall to her sister’s room.

"Cryst. This sounds like a bad comedy but I really don’t have anything to wear. I don’t even have the right bra."

"Gee whiz," Crystal answered sarcastically. "Use my stuff. I’ll give you money to shop."

Crystal opened her dresser and tossed a tailored white bra to Tabby. The slender boy-girl wrapped the bra around her waist, hooked it and twisted it to the correct position. She leaned forward as she adjusted the cups over her small breasts.

"I’m going to get you some herbs to enhance your shape. You really are quite beautiful. But for now use these forms."

"Thanks love. I’ve got to dress."

White knee socks and penny loafers. Tabby sat before a mirror in the dressing area of the bathroom. The makeup was subtle. Lipstick, a touch of blush, a hint of eye liner.

The effect made Tabby appear even younger.

Tabby had been in public as a girl before but that was years ago and out of necessity to protect Crystal and him from discovery. Of course he wore no makeup back then and certainly no bra.. This unfamiliar but entirely comfortable procedure was new and exciting.

She buttoned the white broadcloth blouse almost to the throat. A gray knee length kilt skirt completed the very effective preppie girl look. A gold chain with a locket, a watch with a thin black band, one ring, and the emerald stud earrings. Her hair combed like Leslie Caron’s completed the look and effect of a well bred high school girl. Tabby was a flawless female; she looked about two years younger than her age of eighteen.

Tabby stepped out the street door just as an antique Mark VII Jaguar touring sedan pulled up. She tilted her head incredulously as Ivor called for her to "Hop in."

"You are kidding! ‘I,’ this is rather much."

"Mom said I could use it to pick you up. I came out to her this afternoon. She freaked me out. She’s relieved! She says this explains the tension and restlessness that have been in my way for so long. Mom was in tears because I could be so open.

"Mom would like me to go into therapy. No, she doesn’t want to change me but she wants me to be happy being what I want to be."

I said nothing but pressed Ivor’s hand in mine.

The house was out of a Vincent Price film. A large Victorian standing on rise over looking the bay made quite an impression. It was well maintained with a strong odor of old money. We drove through the iron gates and parked on the circular drive.

The door was opened by a maid in her mid twenties. She had a supercilious air about her. "I’ll let your father know you’re back with your guest."

The maid walked up a short stairway and vanished down a corridor. She was attractive, solidly built but with a very good figure. Her well sculpted legs were no less attractive for the "sensible" shoes she wore.

Ivor led me to what must have been a drawing room. The windows were open offering a fresh breeze off the bay. We stood looking at the light tower marking the beginning of the ship channel. I realized we were holding hands.

"You have to bear with Magda. She came with mom; not really my mom but my stepmother. She took care of my real mother when she was ill. Dad felt I was young enough to need a mother and he really was attracted to Moira.

"She refused dad for a long time. She didn’t want people to feel she had taken advantage of dad in his grief. As far as I can tell, it’s a marriage in every sense of the word."

The were family pictures of Ivor’s parents who seemed quite old to have a child as young as Ivor. His mother had a dark beauty about her, really quite elegant.

"I never really knew her," said Ivor wistfully.

 

Dinner went well. I was enthralled by Moira. She was an elegant, quietly beautiful woman. She wore a silk blouse over a long hostess skirt. A Celtic knot ring drew my attention.

Ivor’s mother talked openly to us. She acknowledged my transgenderism and was quietly please and relieved that her son was now able to acknowledge his own nature.

Moira was well read and cultured. I drew the conversation around to her very Irish name.

Moira was well versed in Celtic tradition. She knew the Irish literary revival by having hoped to get an advanced degree and to teach Irish history and culture at the college level. As I probed further I realized she was too well versed in the "old ways" not to be a Wiccan.

Moira suggested that Ivor get some more coffee. She and I were left alone.

"Ivor tells me he’s quite excited about what he knows of your sister’s venture. He would like to be a...waitress. If he can pass, I’ll allow him to do it.

"And Tabby, I do want to meet your sister when things settle down. I know she and I have some common interests."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"Really Tabby! How else could you have known what questions to ask to find out if I’m a Wiccan?"

Ivor returned. He stood next to Moira as he filled her coffee cup. She put her arm around his waist. "Ivor, you really should practice for the interview. I know you’ll be a wonderful waitress." Ivor blushed as Moira patted his fanny.

 

Ivor and I walked down the porch steps and through the extensive, well landscaped grounds. It was a mild beautifully still night with mists rising from the ground to meet the moon beams filtering through the trees.

Pointing to the ground cover, my new friend spoke. "Ivy... really so important in the symbols of the Celts and the Britons. That will be my name. Ivy."

We faced each other and kissed lightly.

Moira stood in the doorway as we returned to the house. She wore a green loose fitting gown, and a black hooded cape coat.

"Mother, I have chosen to be called Ivy." Ivy spoke matter of factly. Moira nodded and smiled.

"Help me prepare," said Ivy as she took my hand and led me upstairs to her room.

 

Ivy’s room was part of a small suite set aside for her. The small bedroom could have been a boy’s or a girl’s. The adjacent playroom/study was more a girl’s! The doll on the couch, copies of Seventeen all confirmed this impression. On the bookshelves were photographs; some of Moira with a young Ivor and others with Moira and a young girl in pretty dresses, a young girl with an uncanny resemblance to Ivor! This night of transition had been a long time coming.

Ivy stripped off the drab boy’s shirt and trousers. She had almost no body hair. The shadow of her pubic hair showed through white nylon low rise brief panties. The small but very apparent breasts told me that Ivy had been using some sort of supplements to enhance female development. Given Moira’s active involvement in Wicca, I reasoned she had been using an herbal regimen for her stepchild.

I brushed Ivy’s shoulder length black hair into a page boy, parted it in the middle. Ivy used a silver hairband to keep her glossy hair from her face.

I helped her into a sky blue robe. Ivy looked very much the role she was assuming. She was to become an initiate in Wicca and would be given a new name to go with her change to a female role.

Magda sat waiting on the bottom of the porch steps. She too wore a black hooded robe. Black doesn’t represent evil to Wiccans . It’s the background color of the universe.

"I’ve put everything you need in place," she said to Moira.

We four formed a silent, solemn but not at all sad procession as we walked to a small clearing amid the yews. When we emerged Ivor was no more; Ivy was now the name of this slender, beautiful new Wiccan.

 

Ivy dressed in off white linen Bermuda shorts and a scoop neck tee. Penny loafers without socks made her look even more preppie than I looked.

Ivy stopped the car at the beach. She bent toward me and gave me a long wet kiss. I felt arousal and tenderness. Leaning back against the door, I spread my legs and felt the cool air against my thighs. Ivy bent forward and kissed my thighs.

I ran my fingers through Ivy’s silky hair and guided her face to mine. Our open mouths met as our tongues reached down to the depths of our souls.

"Not here, too public."

Ivy drew back and sighed.

Ivy was early for work the next day. She parked her car behind the building. Clad in not quite opaque white cotton Bermuda shorts, Ivy allowed her dark panties to show through her Bermuda shorts. Her skirt and blouse were on a hanger she retrieved from the back seat.

Ivy brushed her lips over mine as I greeted her.

"Good morning. I’m early on purpose. Thought I would help set up and prep. I’ll change before we open. Okay?"

"Of course it’s okay. " Crystal smiled at Ivy. "Something’s different about you today. I sense a big change took place last night."

Crystal and I agreed that I would be en femme for the opening and again for the Columbus Day weekend goings on. There might be some restaurant or travel writers around and we didn’t want them describing Crystal as working with a younger brother. We didn’t want family representatives ruining this latest chance at permanency.

As soon as we set up the tearoom, I showered quickly. Standing before the full length mirror in matching white bra and panties something struck me. I knew I was fated to play out the next part of my life, maybe even the rest of it, as a girl. The role fit me so much better than being a guy. Guys could be clones of one guy role or another; act the role, dress the role. But as a girl I was free to be any combination of feelings, styles, emotions as the mood possessed me.

Bright red nail polish on my toes! That would be my statement for today! I brushed my hair as the nail polish dried. The green eye shadow emphasized my hairs and my hair. A peasant blouse, flowing skirt and strappy flat sandals. I knew this was me!

 

At 11:00 Crystal opened the blinds and unlocked the door to the tearoom. A few coffees to go with some of the scones and other pastries. Lunch trade began in earnest at about 11:50.

Ivy was brisk, polite and efficient. She seemed to float as she moved from table to table and to and from the kitchen area. Her gracefully sexy yet unaffected movements turned the heads of both men and women.

In mid afternoon a few of the dancers from the company that would be performing during the Columbus Day Weekend festivities came to the tearoom. One of the more flamboyantly gay dancers reflected on Ivy. "If I could only move like that girl..."

I darted from the boutique to do pastry take outs. Some of the pastries were selling out! We were doing better than we could ever have guessed.

We closed at around five and started cleaning up. We were done by six.

Ivy joined us for a cold supper.
Crystal was quite pleased and thought we could try doing dinner next weekend. Still, there was concern that it was only the novelty that had brought so many customers to us on our opening day.

Part Five

RHONDA CARTER

Rhonda Carter stopped by early Monday morning to congratulate on our success. She didn’t so much sit on a chair as in it. She leaned back in a relaxed, confident way that exuded both power and sexuality. She crossed her legs slowly, almost audibly. The sound of nylon against nylon was something I sensed more than heard.

As she talked, her fingers found the top button of her tailored blouse. She opened the buttons until the edge of her black bra showed. I was fascinated, awed by her power of seduction.

"Tabby, how do you feel about developing your creative energies?" It was as much a command as a question.

I hesitated. "Really, darling! What can the drawbacks be? Ivy can stay here and help keep this place going. Lot’s of real girls will be more than glad to waitress here once things are really going."

"Rhonda, you are so right. I just want to know more."

"And so you shall. We’ll talk about it over dinner. Come by my house at around five. I have a lot to go over with you."

A run provided me with the time I needed to reflect on Rhonda and what I would be getting into. Crystal and I would be apart, really apart for the first time. Maybe that would protect us both form any snoops hired by our family. Of late I had been wondering what Crystal and I had that made us such a threat.

White cotton panties; cool, absorbent and just sexy enough when the hem shows under my running shorts. I admired myself as I brushed my hair in front of the full length mirror. It wasn’t vanity that made me admire my reflection but the realization that the ‘girl" stuff was second nature to me. But wait; this "girl" thing might just be first nature!

Dark blue running shorts and a red tank top. No bra. White crew socks and sneakers. Off I went.

By the time I reached the bay road, the friction of the tank top against my nipples made me wish I had worn a bra or a halter top. After about three miles I stopped near the water’s edge and went through a tai chi workout. I felt great both physically and mentally when I got back to the apartment.

A shower. I slipped into a pair of pink high cut briefs, cotton of course and a matching cotton cami. So wholesome! Just the sort of thing an athletic, arty gg would wear for a nap. But then again, I was casting myself in the role of an unaffected, late adolescent gg. No, not really. It wasn’t a role. It was what I was becoming except for the gg bit.

 

Rhonda Carter lived in a rather smart ranch house on a hill over looking the sea. The front of the house faced away from the sea. I steered the car around the semi-circular drive way and parked near the garage. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I combed my fingers through my hair. Careful not to let my a-line skirt ride up too far, I swung out of the driver’s seat.

The front door opened as I reached the top step. A uniformed maid led me into the spacious living room. I opted for chilled vodka when the maid offered me "something until Ms. Carter is ready." She returned in moment and set a tray of snacks in front of me.

The room was large and served primarily as living room with an elegant though open dining area. The wall facing the sea was a series of sliding glass doors. Paintings and photographs adorned the other walls. Art objects were strategically scattered about the room. Rhonda Carter was a woman with taste and the income to indulge her sense of the beautiful and elegant.

After only a brief interval, Rhonda Carter was in the room with me. She entered noiselessly from the opposite end of the room. Her appearance was striking. She wore a jade green version of the basic black dress. Her auburn hair was in a French twist. A gold cuff bracelet on her right wrist was in contrast to the bracelet watch and bangles on her left wrist. Gold hoop earrings were a primitive counterpoint to her otherwise sophisticated elegance. The modestly high patent opera pumps accentuated her legs which were so superbly enhanced by the tinted stockings that complemented her dress.

"Thank you for being so prompt," she began. "I want to spend time with you, to understand you, to know you." Her tongue touched her teeth as she breathed out the last phrase.

I rose to greet my hostess as she walked toward me. Rhonda moved closer to me than I had expected. Suddenly her hand was in back of my head her fingers in my hair. She twisted my head sharply as she pressed her mouth against mine. Her lips parted enveloping my mouth. Rhonda released my hair and cupped my butt with both hands. Her breast pressed against my body. To say I was overpowered and aroused would be an understatement.

"Tabby, I do want to know you better...and know you in so many ways."

She released me and stepped back. "We have work to do first."

I was led to a comfortable study at the far end of the house. Plans and models for the new downtown Bayport were spread on a worktable. Rhonda explained her development plan. She envisioned an artistic community that would attract representatives of all the arts. That a young very original artist would be discovered there would bring tons of publicity and attention to the area. Rhonda also speculated that an artist’s colony would lead to interesting restaurants and cabarets. There would then follow dance schools, summer theater and acting programs; nothing short of a cultural and economic renaissance.

Rhonda had shown my work to Dr. Jodi Matthews of Janus Academy. Dr. Matthews assured Rhonda my work was marketable as it was. A full scholarship in fine arts was mine at the junior college division of Janus should I want it. Arrangements would be made for me to finish my high school diploma and them move right into the junior college program. Dr. Matthews had assured Rhonda that I would be free to develop my own style. The fine arts department at Janus could teach me to analyze and critique my own work and to create in a greater variety of media. Further, Rhonda had made Dr. Matthews aware of my need to assist Crystal in the tearoom and boutique. I would be provided with accommodations at the school which I would use whenever I saw fit. I would be free to return to Bayport any time, not just on weekends.

Rhonda took my hand and guided it to her breast. The contact with her breast sent me into a whirl of arousal. Her breast was almost too firm but then she wore a dress, a slip, and a preshaped bra. We kissed lightly. "You can thank me later. Dinner."

Beef Wellington was a popular dish at the time. The cabernet was a the perfect wine for the meal. I said so. "And you are the perfect companion, my darling Tabby,"

responded Rhonda as she beckoned me to come to her.

I stood before her as she wrapped her arms around my bare thighs raising my skirt ever so slightly. Her hands slid along the back of my legs and caressed my inner thighs. It was a heady experience to be romanced and seduced by the beautiful Rhonda Carter.

Rhonda’s tongue was in my navel as she pushed my blouse up. Her fingers brushed my panty crotch. I suddenly went rigid with fear. Rhonda Carter was about to find out that her sweet teen lesbian love was really a guy!

"Darling Tabby, just relax. You needn’t be frightened of me finding out your secret. I know what you are and that makes you all the more erotically appealing."

My skirt was now rolled up to my waist. Rhonda eased my panties to my knees. Her hand was on my balls as she released my cock. Her tongue probed my pee slit.

I was about to collapse in ecstasy when Rhonda lifted me in her arms and carried me to her bedroom. She knelt over me as I kicked my panties aside. She stood over me as I lay on my back in only my knee socks and white bra. Kneeling over me, she took my cockhead in her mouth as her tongue teased the rim. I yelped as I drew a deep breath.

Rhonda swung her legs over the edge of the bed so that she sat with her back to me. I squatted behind her and undid the zipper of her dress kissing the nape of her neck as I did so. Rhonda rose to her feet. An ivory colored silk chemise skimmed the dark tops of her stockings. She turned to me as she pushed the thin straps from her shoulders. My eyes consumed her loveliness as the chemise slid down the contours of her slender magnificence.

A white, open bottom all-in-one set off her dark skin. The silken vee of her white panties was taught over her full mound where it showed under the restraining girdle.

Rhonda caught my wrists and pulled me from the bed. I stood before my mistress as we kissed deeply, intensely. Her hands held mine as she forced me to my knees. She pushed my head down until I was in a posture of surrender and of supplication. I kissed the heels of her pumps, nibbled at her instep arch. I kissed, sucked her toes through her stockings as she kicked off her shoes. I sat in entreaty as I kissed her calves, the backs of her knees. Rising to a kneel, I allowed my tongue to trace the garter straps. Rhonda turned her back to me as my lips kissed the hem of her panties. My tongue probed the cleft of her high, firm bottom.

Rhonda put her hand under my chin and flung me to my back. She straddled my worshipping body as she wiggled out of the all-in-one. Her breasts were little more than tiny nipples on her firm, defined body yet her slender beauty was more arousing, more elegant than well endowed sex symbols of movies and television. Her stockings defied gravity as they remained taught on her thighs even when released from the hold of her garters.

We fell back onto the bed as Rhonda scissored her legs around my head, her crotch against my face. She lay on her side with my head resting against the inside of her thigh. My fingers reached for the waist band of her panties. She guided my mouth to her tiny yet so sensual breasts. I sucked and nipped at her erect nipples. She massaged my balls alternating butterfly like caresses with the exquisite pain of her fingernails digging into me. I was dripping precum as never before.

Rhonda rolled onto her back and raised her hips as she pulled her panties down. The dim gold of the fading sun added to the charged atmosphere of the bedroom. Rhonda guided my head toward her crotch and onto her very erect penis!

I kissed the base of the shaft and licked my way along the lower side to the rim. I kissed the rim over and over, kissed the very tip as I tasted her precum. I took the head in my mouth and gently gnawed.

Rhonda suddenly arched and screamed as she exploded into my enthusiastic mouth. Waves of throbbing orgasms vibrated through her body and through her cock as I squeezed the base of her shaft forcing even more cum into my ardent throat.

Rhonda thrashed and moaned as no lover I had ever yet known. She lay panting and sweating murmuring, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I fell panting on my back as Rhonda leaned on her elbow and teased my nipples with her tongue and lips. Reaching into the drawer of her night table, she pulled out a tube of lubricant. She squeezed a large dab onto my cockhead. A half smile as she spoke. "Tabby, forgive me for cumming so soon. It wasn’t fair to you but I’ve waited for this since the moment I saw you."

Rhonda pulled me on top of her as she drew her knees to her chest. She guided my cock to her ass hole. We kissed. Suddenly she cupped her hands over my cheeks and pushed me into her. I screamed and came with an intensity that lifted me out of myself. My arms and legs thrashed out of control. Rhonda squeezed the base of my cock with her anal sphincter heightening the intensity of my already wild, almost mystical orgasm.

We were suspended in dream state as the moon rose out of the sea. It was an ecstatic state that was neither sleep nor wakefulness. Our bodies touched ever so lightly. Our faces rubbed and so we licked each other’s lips. Our tongues wrapped together even before our lips met.

The tips of our cockheads brushed together raising us to new heights of arousal even before our hearts had recovered from the first orgasm we shared.

I snuggled into Rhonda’s firm, reassuring embrace as she pressed her tummy against my butt. Her fingers explored my face. I kissed each of her slender, graceful fingers. She teased, even tormented my nipples. She kept one hand on my breast as she cupped my aching balls in her loving grasp. I felt her cock between my legs. I reached down and held her shaft as though I feared it would vanish. Without thought, without planning I guided her cockhead to my ass hole. "Fuck me," I pleaded in a breathy whisper. "I want to feel you in me...Please, Rhonda." I was near tears for fear that Rhonda would not want to feel herself in my virgin hole.

"Oh.... I want you in me. I want you to fuck me so slowly that I will last forever."

"Tabby, darling. I love you, I love you," she purred as she pushed her way into my tight bottom.

I was squirming and whimpering as Rhonda slowly pushed deeper into me. The first sensation of pain was yielding to the intense rapture of giving my virginity to this worldly woman who was at once my lover and my benefactress.

I was writhing and moaning as the fullness of Rhonda’s shaft filled my body and my soul with bliss. Reaching between my legs, my hand grasped her balls. I squeezed and twisted. Rhonda screamed as her body jerked. Her cock twitched deep within me as she repeatedly came. My cock was pulsating. Rhonda grabbed it and squeezed as I shot gobs of cum across the bed.

We kissed as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

"Would sleeping beauty like to join us for breakfast?"

Rhonda adjusted the blinds as she spoke. Her rich auburn hair was in a pony tail that contrasted with the elegant velour robe. It was open enough at the waist to show off her sculpted thighs and to reveal the picoted hem of her tailored baby blue cotton panties.

"Us?"

"Yes, us. Crystal is here."

"Crystal?"

"Yes. She knew you might be spending the night."

I looked on the floor for my clothes. Nothing was there, not even my panties.

"Not to worry, Tabby. Your clothes are being laundered and ironed. These are for you." Rhonda pointed to some folded clothing on the chair. "Now get dressed and join us on the terrace."

The clothing, if you can call it that, was new and had obviously been purchased for me. It was all the right size, quality stuff, tasteful, demure yet seductive lingerie. I slipped into the high cut ecru panties. Silk with a hint of stretch. A matching bra. The chemise was a similar color with antique lace at the hem and at the bust. A mid thigh wrap robe completed the ensemble which must have cost more than some girls’ entire wardrobes.

I slipped my feet into the backless, strapless heels and ran my fingers through my hair.

A pang of jealousy swept through me when I saw Crystal and Rhonda chatting and giggling like two high school girls. Rhonda’s fingers rested on Crystal’s wrist, Crystal’s hand was on Rhonda’s thigh.

I had no right to be jealous I reasoned fighting back tears. It was just a spontaneous night of sex. Fun, extremely satisfying but nothing more. I would have to work hard to convince myself of that one. But I knew it was true.

No hard feelings. I really liked Rhonda and respected her and all she could do for Crystal, for Bayport, and for me.

I began breakfast with a sullen air. I was the petulant teen brat. Rhonda was enjoying every second of my performance. Her foot suddenly rested on the edge of my chair between my legs. Her toe pushed against my panty crotch. Rhonda winked at Crystal who moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. For the first time in my life I felt betrayed by Crystal. I bit my lip as tears filled my eyes.

Crystal placed reached across the table and took my hand in hers. Rhonda excused herself. I wept openly as Crystal held my head against her bare shoulder.

"Tabby, Tabby sweets. No, no. Let it all out. But no one will hurt you. Crystal will kill anyone who hurts her Tabby."

"Cryst, why did last night happen if it means nothing to her?"

"But it does mean something to her. We were so afraid that you would be upset when you realized that you wanted sex with someone like yourself that the first time had to be with someone who would care for you and initiate you into that special kind of sex in a wonderful and romantic way. I was so desperately afraid you might be taken advantage of by low life shits. But now you understand one part of what you are."

"But she made fun of me..." followed by more tears.

"Rhonda wanted to put a stop to your bratty attitude. It would only grow into bitchiness as you mature if we didn’t put it in the proper light for you."

"Cryst, why am I such a jerk that I can’t see what is really going on?"

"Tabby kitten, we didn’t let you see. If you knew it was coming, it would have been meaningless."

"Are you and Rhonda..."

"No, not yet. She could easily turn me on. And I don’t want to seduce her because I know I could never let go."

"Cryst, she’s a fabulous lover. Go for it." I giggled through my tears. My mood had improved.

Enter Rhonda with two carafes. "Hot chocolate and coffee," she announced. "Herbal teas will be out in a jiffy." Her maid followed an instant later carrying a tray with a carafe of hot water and assorted herbal teas.

I went for the hot chocolate along with a sinfully buttery croissant.

Crystal and I got up and started to walk over to the railing to watch an osprey hover over the distant water. As I got up my napkin slipped from my lap to the porch floor. I bent at the waist to pick it up. My robe and chemise hiked up as a sudden gust of wind raised them further. "Mmmm. Nice tush," smiled Rhonda. I blushed slightly and then giggled. Facing Rhonda, I curtsied. I turned my back to her and flipped my robe and chemise up to my waist giving her a full view of the panty covered tush she admired and had so recently enjoyed.

Tuesday morning Rhonda picked me up at the apartment. Ivy was staying with Crystal and working at a dozen different jobs in the tearoom and the boutique. This gave me the peace of mind to go visit the Janus Academy and shop for uniforms. Rhonda and I would be away for two nights.

I was up early, showered and did my legs and underarms. A beige lace front hook bra, red cotton panties with a lace waist band. crocheted look knee socks and penny loafers. A mid thigh kilt skirt in royal blue with an off white oxford cloth blouse. The emerald stud earrings I loved so much and a simple watch on a thin black strap were all the jewelry I wanted for the school girl effect. I sat at my vanity doing my make up as Crystal entered. She massaged my shoulders and then reached across for my hair brush. Gently, lovingly, my special sister brushed my hair until it shone in the early morning light. I took her hand in mine and kissed her palm.

"Cryst, I’m so lucky to have you.."

"Hush, Tabby kitten. Some things are better said in silence."

"Cryst, why do I like these earrings so much? What bonds me to them?"

"They were mommy’s."

Rhonda’s kiss was much too moist, much to warm to be thought of as simply a friendly greeting. As the Town Car headed for the highway, Rhonda put her hand on my thigh.

"Tabby, please understand. Our night together wasn’t simply to make you comfortable with gay sex. I really wanted you as a lover. It was wonderful and I wouldn’t be upset if it happens again. Please realize that I did want you as a lover.

"Janus is a special place for special girls. Most of the girls are girls like you and me. Some are real girls. We like to call them ggs, genetic girls. Not all girls like us choose to go full-time like I did.

"Most of the girls like me have been strengthened and made more confident by becoming able to express the goddess within. Losers as boys, they’ve become powerful and effective girls.

"I say girls like me and not girls like us because you’re different from us. Crystal taught you to be comfortable with the female part of you from when you were very, very little. You are so effective as what you are which is a unique blend..."

"Then why am I going to Janus?"
"For one, to get a high school diploma and an excellent education. Not the least, to guide you in developing your art abilities. Some of the activities around the school will make you a formidable young lady. Given you strength, speed and coordination, I just know the judo club will give you a chance to let out those aggressions. And your graceful and supple body will lend itself to dance.

"Crystal told me early on that you two have been followed and threatened so that when you become an exhibiting artist and gain the reputation I know you will, you cannot be put in jeopardy by allowing you and Crystal to be recognized as brother and sister. You will be a mysterious, beautiful woman artist. Janus will make you flawless in that role.

"And you know what I like best of all?"

"What ?"
"You are going to be sooo sexy in the uniforms!"

We stopped for lunch at an inn about half way to Janus. As I spun in my seat to get out of the car, my skirt rose all the way to the top of my thighs exposing not simply a brief flash of the color of my panties but a full open view of the triangle they formed at the top of my thighs. The cute but vapid looking teen age boy sweeping the porch became locked in one spot as he stared at my red panties. And who says cotton isn’t erotic?

I was rather flattered by his attentions so I decided to offer an additional treat. I turned my back to him, bent forward to adjust my knee socks thus revealing my butt as the cotton panties caressed the mounds of my nether cheeks. I straightened up and as we walked past him snapped the hem of my panties down over my cheeks.

"So wholesome, so preppie yet such a deliberate tease," laughed Rhonda. "Darling, I sense the power of female sexuality growing in you. It will be even more enjoyable when you realize just how much power you can exert."

 

PART SIX

SHOPPING

I just knew we were near Janus. The village was not so different from many upscale but low key vacation towns where people with taste and money might have a vacation home. The main street had several antique shops; definitely not "shoppes" but serious antiques stores for serious collectors. There was a tearoom, a pub, several sophisticated clothing stores, a lingerie boutique, upscale food stores, a bed and breakfast; all very classy but not at all remarkable. Suddenly there were one or two clusters of very attractive teens dressed in various uniforms that had in common the insignia of the Janus Academy. These scattered groups became more frequent until you knew you could follow them back to the school. The uniforms varied from summer weight seersucker one piece dresses to jumpers over tees and short sleeve blouses to short kilt skirts and blazers to a line skirts with matching jackets. All were demure yet all were sexy beyond belief! Suddenly my misgivings and hesitation about leaving Crystal to attend Janus evaporated as I longed to be one of these girls in a uniform of this most remarkable school.

We drove slowly through town until I saw the first buildings of Janus Academy. I knew this little town was special but I didn’t realize how special it would be for me.

"Rhonda, what are you turning off this road? Janus is right up the hill."

Darling Tabby, do be patient. We’re some shopping to do."

Rhonda parked the car in front of a three story Georgian building with an almost hidden sign board advising "Clothing & Accessories For Young Ladies...Uniforms A Specialty." My pulse raced at the thought of becoming one with the girls I saw in town.

The rooms to the right and left of the entrance way had a selection of day wear and evening wear for teen girls barely into puberty to the more worldly college age girls. At the back of the floor was a lingerie show room with everything from basic, unadorned pastel cotton panties to silk chemises and peignoir sets. Panty girdles and open bottom girdles were shown from practical to seductive. Stockings in a rainbow of colors were on display. I ached to try them all.

An attractive young sales girl offered to call the proprietor. Rhonda assented.

The proprietor appeared. She was a compelling presence.

"Rhonda Carter, you’ve maintained that flair for fashion and seductiveness that you showed when we first met." They shook hands and kissed on the lips.

"This must be Tabby. Every bit as beautiful as you said. Tabby, it’s a pleasure. I’m sure your time at Janus will add to your beauty and to your unique gifts. Follow me please.

"Janie, you are to come with us and assist."

The young sales girl joined us as we walked up the stairs. She moved quickly to the front of our small group so she could open the door and turn on the lights. I marveled at the sculpted muscularity of her calves as they tapered down to perfectly chiseled ankles. Was she, I wondered, a trained dancer?

I was more than a little self-conscious about stripping to my bra and panties in front of Janie and Miss Trant, the proprietess. Actually I was getting a little hard at the bizarre prospect of modeling lingerie and uniforms for these two strangers.

"We can have no diversions. Janie will relive you of the need for sudden arousal."

Janie sat down on the low platform where one would stand to be fitted. She took my wrists and pulled me close to her. I stood between her wide spread legs as she wrapped her arms around my legs raising my skirt as she did so. I looked down at the black stockings tightly gartered to Janie’s black mid-thigh panty girdle. The curve of Janie’s groin strongly hinted she was a gg.

I felt Janie’s fingers gliding over the back of my thighs, cupping and squeezing my butt cheeks. She teased my balls as her fingers skittered over my panty crotch. Deftly, she pulled my panty crotch aside and cupped my balls as she freed them. She raised my blouse and nuzzled my belly button. Bolts of arousal shot through me as her tongue pressed into my navel. Her fingers caressed the area between my balls and my hole causing me to whimper and moan. My panties were pulled down to mid thigh as her tongue flicked at the tip of my cock. I shuddered. I was helpless to resist the ravening seduction of this girl who was no older than I.

She greedily took the pearl of precum that had formed. She encircled my cockhead with her hungry lips as her tongue swirled over the sensitive rim. I wasn’t ready to be taken so suddenly by this stranger. I tried to push away and step back butt was hobbled by my panties which were now at my knees.. Janie’s hands slid down to my ankles. With a strength that shocked me even in my aroused state, Janie stood up and lifted my feet as she did so. I fell on my back and lay helplessly at Janie’s feet.

Rhonda a sat near by with a half smile of approval om her face. I, who had little trouble fighting with boy, had been so swiftly put down by a petite girl! A masochistic nerve had been touched. My cock was throbbing on the verge of orgasm. Janie knelt over me and lowered her panty girdled ass with in inches of my face, I raised my head and hungrily tried to penetrate her asshole through the girdle. Suddenly my entire cock was in her mouth, in her throat. I screamed and exploded. I lay panting as Janie drained that last drop of my huge load of cum down her covetous throat.

"Now we can continue with nothing to arise to interfere with the fit of the garments," stated Miss Trant in a tone that was both matter of fact and triumphant.

Janie held my hand as I mounted the platform. Despite my recent intense orgasm I felt a glow of arousal at the touch of Janie’s soft, smooth but very capable fingers.

My fingers opened the buttons of my blouse. I allowed my skirt to fall to my ankles and stepped out of it. I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders and arched my back ever so slightly. The blouse slid down my arms to the floor. Knee socks, bra and cotton panties are not often associated with a seductive stance. I was determined to show Rhonda, Miss Trant and Janie that I was graceful enough, seductive enough to make this unimaginative ensemble as wildly stimulating as any black lingerie and hose combination.

My palms smoothed the panties over my groin. I raised my knee to my chest as I balanced to adjust one knee sock and the other. Bending forward as I did so, my tiny breasts became more exposed as the bra gapped on my chest. I tugged the back of the bra

lower on my back. I had made sure my nether cheeks were exposed as my panty rode up. I wasn’t yet ready to snap the panty hem down to cover my cheeks.

I turned to the mirror so that my back was toward the three who would supervise my uniform selection. I ran my hands through my hair and lifted it to expose the nape of my neck. Rhonda stared intently as she moved her eyes from my neck to my butt. A half smile signified Rhonda was aroused and that she approved of my enticing body language. Miss Trant was very good at concealing her reactions. Janie remained poker faced but winked at me when she thought the others wouldn’t notice.

"Measurements," Miss Trant ordered Janie. Janie whimpered discreetly as she measured every part of me. "Tabby, you are so good...I wish I could pose as seductively as you can...You make cotton look sexier than silk. We’re going to get together! You are so good."

Janie took me by the hand and led me from the "showroom." I was led to an adjacent dressing room. A rack held the variety of uniforms that I would need at Janus. A table was covered with boxes of foundation garments. A medley of panties and bras covered a second table. My head was spinning at the prospect of modeling so many pretty things for Rhonda and for Janie.

Janie glanced at the vanity table. I knew what she wanted. My hands were folded in my lap as Janie redid my makeup. A pageboy wig was slipped on me. Janie combed, brushed, molded the wig to my features. No telltale line hinted that this was not my hair. Gently, firmly Janie drew mw to my feet. Suddenly she yanked my panties down! I kicked them aside. Janie stood close in front of me. Her hands reached behind me unhooking my bra.

Janie held a white longleg panty girdle. She knelt before me as I stepped into it. My balls were pushed into my body cavity as Janie pulled the constricting yet sexy girdle over my thighs.. "Most of the time you’ll wear panties under a girdle but today is different.," advised Janie as she tucked my cock back under the crotch of the girdle. She ran her tongue over my nipples as she rose to her full height. A whimpering wail escaped my lips.

A white cotton bra with almost non existent cups. "But this is a training bra!"

"Don’t dare complain," ordered Janie as she shot her fist into the pit of my stomach. I gasped for air. "At least not until you’re really a part of Janus." Once more, the masochistic sense of arousal at being dominated by this beautiful girl.

I was fascinated by my reflection in the three way mirror. Having been "tucked" in the girdle gave an questionably female contour. I wondered if Janie’s flawless figure in her black panty girdle had been achieved the same way. A few minutes ago I would have sworn she was a gg. Now that I had the lines of a flawless young female body, I wasn’t at all sure what Janie was. It didn’t matter a jot whether she was a gg or a trannie, I knew I wanted her and wanted her to have me.

A light blue short sleeved blouse. Then a navy jumper, crew socks and saddle shoes. Pirouetting on the posing or fitting platform gave Rhonda and Miss Trant an unabashed view of my pantygirdle. But that wasn’t quite enough.

Miss Trant approached the platform and raised my jumper to my waist. Firmly the palm of her hand traced my body contours through the girdle. Were I not so tightly bound, my cock would have been hard once again! I felt the warmth rise in my face as I

blushed crimson.

Mercifully Janie released me from the rapturous confines of my pantygirdle. Nylon Vanity Fair briefs, blue with no lace. A dark gray kilt skirt. The blouse remained. Again a whirl to expose my panties. But this time no probing hand. No, this time the humiliation was to raise my skirt so the that fit of the panties on my bottom cheeks could be assessed. "Lean forward," was the order as I raised my skirt revealing my nylon enhanced bottom. Suddenly, the sense of humiliation was gone. A feeling of empowerment was rising in me. Was this the lesson to be learned from this fashion show?

I looked at Rhonda and then at Miss Trant as I descended from the platform. My lips parted in the hint of a smile. The tip of my tongue flicked across my teeth as the smile grew.

"Your pupil learns very quickly. She will be everything you hoped for and more. Congratulations Miss Carter."

Janie helped me roll the black stocking over my legs and fasten them to the garters. The bra was surely no training bra. Black, molded cups edged in lace with sleek black straps. The chemise was followed by a basic black dress with cap sleeves. I managed the three inch heel pumps just fine. I was, by this point in the "show," confident enough to toss a wink over my shoulder as I sashayed out of the room.

It was clear that we were not going to try on and model all the things that had been selected for me. But there was more to come. Janie again gave me the look that told me to strip, strip completely. I complied.

Janie opened a large box and withdrew a pair of panties. Shiny white nylon with three tiers of ruffles across the upper part of the back. Trembling, I put them on. White cuffed ankle socks, black patent Mary Janes. I dressed like this so very long ago when Crystal and I first hid from the pursuit of our "family." It felt so good then that I was already thrilled at the prospect of dressing as a little girl.

A white cotton vest was followed by a slip with yards and yards of petticoats. I loved! A white party dress with a blue sash. I looked no more than ten or twelve as I surveyed the effect in the full length mirror.

Sitting on the edge of the platform in the showroom, I crossed and uncrossed my legs making sure that Rhonda and Miss Trant were able to catch prolonged glimpses of my panty crotch. It was a enticing parody of an innocent little girl. When I caught them staring I clamped my thighs together, pertly wet my lips and winked. What ever the intent of having me model this outfit, I had taken control!

Rhonda stormed into the dressing room. "You, out," she ordered Janie. "Tabby, you are just too quick to learn the power that even a young girl can have. We contrived to have you wear this little girl dress so that you could go through that awkward stage of discovery that little girls endure. But, no...Miss Tabby is just too slick for that. She figures it out instantly!" She pulled me to her and kissed me. Her hand gripped my bottom as she reached under my petticoats. "I am so hot for you!"

Rhonda fondled my balls through my pure white panties. My cock pushed against the white nylon as my erection grew. The dress was on the floor. Rhonda pushed me on my back as her head vanished in the sea of petticoats that I so adored wearing. I became the molested little girl.

"No, no," I squealed as my open palms flailed at her shoulder. I yelped, squealed as her mouth took my cockhead. I pushed her skirt to her waist and grabbed her balls. We rolled into a frenzied "69" as I pulled her panties down and caressed her cock with my tongue. The tryst ended quickly, too quickly as we exploded at the same time!

Rhonda stood over me as I lay panting on the floor. Her was skirt still around her waist as she smoothed her hose. She slipped of her pump as I knelt before her. The gracefully high arched foot rested on my petticoated lap. Raising her foot in both my hands, I took her stockinged toes in my mouth. As the foot was drawn back from my mouth, I looked up at Rhonda in adoration. Suddenly her foot shot forward dumping me on my back once more. I rolled over in an attempt to rise to my knees. Rhonda was on me in a instant. She straddled the small of my back as my petticoats rose to expose my pantied butt. Rhonda’s hand came down. This was not a play spanking. Rhonda was furious!

I struggled to escape the stinging slaps that rained down on my raw bottom.

"Don’t try to escape, you little bitch! Just too good and too quick!" Rhonda was crying now! "You’re not supposed to be able to turn me on, to make me want you, to make me lose control! Damn you, Tabby! I can’t want you so much, I just can’t."

I bucked her off and caught her wrists as she melted into sobs. "I love Crystal but I want sex with you!"

Holding her head to my shoulder, I tried to console her. "It’s okay Rhonda. I’m just a novelty. The teen, the schoolgirl is a guise you introduced me to. Crystal is a real. You’ll see that I’m just a passing fantasy."

The sobbing stopped after a few minutes. "You’re wise beyond your years. You’re a fantasy, a daydream come to life. Yes, it was a momentary eccentricity, me going for you like I have. It’s okay now. Kind of funny really... But if you ever tell anyone how Rhonda Carter behaved today I’ll never face anyone again."

A deep kiss. "It’s done," said Rhonda smiling. She walked out and blew a kiss to me form the door. "Breakfast tomorrow."

 

I sat cross-legged on the floor feeling a bit sorry for Rhonda. She wasn’t the sort to lose control nor the type with much experience feeling confused or upset. Vulnerability was a novelty for Rhonda Carter. There had to be a purpose behind the ritual I had been through; some sort of initiation into Janus. I also had the distinct feeling that Rhonda’s outburst had really shortened the whole thing.

"So unladylike for a sweet little girl!" The voice jarred me out of my reverie. "Mmm! That sweet white panty crotch is so tempting. Let me help you change and take some uniforms with you."

I looked up at Janie who now wore a plaid kilt, white blouse and blazer. The shortness of her kilt showed she no longer wore the pantygirdle that so intrigued me earlier. There was something about Janie that drew me to her as I was never drawn to any girl or boy ever. Her attractions were numerous. She had grace and charm that was artless and childlike yet projected an aura of unaffected sophistication that showed confidence without arrogance.

Janie offered me her hand and pulled me to my feet. She unbuttoned the back of my part dress and lowered my petticoats. Patting my butt in an affectionate manner, she led me to a shower and turned it on . "You’ll feel better in a jiffy." I nodded and smiled. Janie turned to leave. "No! Please stay. I feel lonely."

As I turned off the shower Janie extended a large terry cloth towel to me. I wrapped myself in it as Janie patted me dry.

She was so wonderful and so many things; a dominating temptress, a supportive friend all with a few hours of meeting me. "Please," I prayed to the goddess, "let her fill my emptiness. Please so I can let Crystal go and find her needs."

"You can stay at the inn with Ms. Carter or I can show you to the cottage where you’ll be living. Your rooms are ready."

"Janie, you really know how to save me. I think Rhonda would be better off without me tonight."

Janie continued to surprise me. After putting some uniforms and under things on hangers and in boxes, we loaded them into the trunk and back seat of a classic MG; clamshell fenders, oversized headlights, the real thing.

"My toy. A gift from my mom on starting Janus. Come on I’ll show where you’ll be living."

A few minutes later we pulled up at a small two story cottage on the Janus campus. Janie unlocked the door. We left the boxes and hangers in the entrance way.

The center hall divided the front into a living room and dining room. A kitchen and breakfast room were at the rear of the hall. A "powder room" was under the stairs case.

Upstairs there were two bedrooms with a common sitting room or study at the back of the house. Each bedroom had its own bath and small dressing room.

"How do I know which is my side?"

Janie, with a wry smile, answered knowingly. "This is your side. Wonder how I know? I know because the other side is mine." Her laugh was infectious. I caught her hands in mine as we jumped up and down in unabashed glee at the thought of sharing this pretty little house and going through the self-discovery which was what Janus Academy was really all about.

 

I telephoned Rhonda in her room at the inn. "Rhonda, I love it, I love you for bringing me here. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Something tells me you like it!" laughed Rhonda at the other end of the phone line. "I’ll see you at breakfast. I’ll be by for you at seven. Remember, I have to get back to Bayport."

While I put my things away I heard Janie showering in her bathroom. I took off my things, slipped on a pair of yellow panties and a short nightie. I set the clock radio for six thirty.

A knock at the door. Janie, wrapped in a shorty terry robe, stood in the doorway.

She was brushing her hair as she spoke. "Came to tuck you in.."

"Thanks. I need it tonight."

Janie pulled the covers over me literally tucked the edges of the sheet under the mattress. She sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed my hair with her soft hand. Her robe slipped open. She wore no panties.

"The moonlight is pretty. I’ll open the blinds."

She pulled the drapes aside and opened the blinds. Moonlight flooded the room with pale beauty. Janie bent over me and kissed me goodnight in a way so tender and yet so special that I was filled with a comforting warmth. She straightened up, kissed her fingers and put them to my lips. I was flooded with peaceful, restful, reassuring joy.

Her robe had opened. I now knew. Janie was a gg!

 

 

PART SEVEN

CAMPUS ROUTINES

 

Music and soft morning light filled the room. Billie Holiday’s voice. I was relaxed as if after a long and fascinating dream. The unfamiliar room reminded me that this was no dream. I was in a cottage at Janus Academy, a cottage I was to share with a real girl who had the legs of dancer. She had physically overpowered me yet was so tender and caring. Would be alone in this cottage or would there be others to interfere with our discoveries of our selves and of each other?

As I walked to the shower I pulled my short nighties over my head and threw it to the bed. My fingers hooked the waistband of my panties. I kicked them aside as they fell

Sitting on the toilet, I peed profusely. My nights sleep had been deep, long, and uninterrupted A quick shower.

I chose a pair of stretchy nylon panties with picoted leg bands. A plain white bra that was little more than a lightly padded training bra. I fastened the hooks in front of me holding the bra around my waist. It was quickly turned the right way as I leaned forward, slid my arms into the shoulder straps and adjusted my tiny but noticeable breasts in the cups. A final adjustment to the straps. A knee length skirt, short sleeved blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Knee socks and saddle shoes. Cute, wholesomely sexy yet nothing to attract too much attention when Rhonda and I breakfasted in town.

A wee bit of eye shadow. The phone rang as I was starting to do my lipstick. "Tabby, I’ll pick you up in a few minutes."

I waited for Rhonda on a bench in front of the cottage. I rested my foot on the edge of the bench as I adjusted the cuff of my knee sock. Rhonda pulled up as I was in mid-adjustment. I waved and practically skipped to the car. As I slid into the passenger seat. Rhonda bent forward and kissed my on the lips. After yesterday’s incident, I wasn’t sure how to react.

"Nice panties." Rhonda delivered this observation almost too matter of factly. I squirmed uncomfortably. I really wasn’t try to be a tease and especially not with Rhonda.

Rhonda laughed; a twinkling laugh that spoke of comfort and warmth.

"Really, Rhonda. I didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself as a Janus student so I dressed as demurely as a practical. And besides I don’t ever want to look like a tramp or a slut or something like that. And also, I mean I want to make you feel that I’m doing well by you...You know, not embarrass you in any way ‘cause your so generous to me and Crystal. And besides, I like you and I want you to like me."

That wonderful lilting laugh again. "Spoken like a true teenage girl. Tabby, of course I like you. You’re beautiful, talented, bright, and charming. I know you’ll do very well at Janus. And I do mean do well in every way. If I didn’t care about you we wouldn’t be here now."

Rhonda parked the car at the inn. We were shown to a table on the porch. I was careful to smooth my skirt under me as I sat down. My legs were crossed at the ankles. Rhonda may have seen my panties but no tourist was going to get a free show that morning.

"Rhonda, is this like my last good meal?"

"Sweetie, what gave you that idea? The dining halls at Janus are positively fine. Of course you have your own kitchen in the cottage as well. It’ll just be you and your housemate. She’s a dancer. Mostly classical but modern as well. You two should get on famously.

"There’s a checking account for you at the local bank. Just go in and fill out the signature cards. They’re expecting you."

Eggs benedict, croissants and hot chocolate. Best of all was the reassurance Rhonda had given me.

Rhonda offered to drive me back to the cottage. I decided to take a walk around town before the bank opened. Rhonda and I held hands as we kissed good-bye. It was a sweet but satisfyingly sexy kiss. "Take care of Crystal," I urged. Rhonda nodded.

As I walked into town the weight of being away from Crystal for several weeks at a time bore down on me. I realized that it was Crystal who had cared for me although on another level, we cared for each other.

I was feeling very much at peace with myself and with the future. Janie greeted me as I opened the front door. "Three packages for you. Rhonda Carter left them."

I opened the gift wrapped packages and fought back tears. Silver picture frames. An eight by ten of Crystal with a love note, a picture of Crystal and me about six or seven years ago. The was one of Rhonda looking spectacularly beautiful. "Tabby, my favorite kitten, hugs Rhonda Carter."

The second package contained a photo of Ivy en femme. She was lovely. "Tabby, with eternal thanks for everything. Ivy." In a note Ivy warmly and sincerely told of all that I meant to her. It explained that the picture was sent to "help you remember me."

I realized I had an obligation to Ivy. I was her first crush but surely with all her attractions time would make that pass. And yet Ivy had so much to offer. Was I being a fool letting her go?

"Snap out of it!" Janie’s voice pulled me back to the here and now of my first full day at Janus. "We’ve got an orientation in fifteen minutes." I looked up the stairs where Janie stood in a very short kimono. "Why am I reminding you? You’re dressed and I’m not.!"

Janie darted into her room and reappeared in a kilt in the Janus tartan. She plopped down on the bottom step and pulled on her knee socks. It seemed white panties were part of the uniform of the day.

We didn’t bother opening the doors to the MG but vaulted over them and into the bucket seats. It was a performance worth filming. Janie had the car started and in gear before I could seat my self properly. I was practically on my back with my legs in the air and yanking my skirt over my panties to maintain a smidgen of modesty.

We giggled as Janie pulled the car into a space in front of a class building. We tumbled out and were smoothing our skirts when a handsome woman in a shirtwaist dress approached. "We’re in for it," whispered Janie.

"I would expect more dignity from you, Satroff " she glowered at Janie. "And this is Miss Carter’s friend with the improbable name of Tabby."

"Tabby, this is Dr. Matthews."

"Pleased to meet you Dr. Matthews."

" You come highly recommended. I’ve seen your work. It’s a pleasure to meet so talented a student. Welcome.

"We’ve put you with Miss Satroff so that you can benefit from her familiarity with Janus. You two are both finishing secondary school and going on to our college program.

"But Tabby, don’t get too caught up in her free spirit outlook."

We sat in the first tier of the lecture hall. An attractive young woman named Ronni signed us in and gave us our orientation packets. She then checked the attendance from the lectern at the front of the lecture theater. Janie and I weren’t the only ones trying to get her attention by flashing our panties. This girl seemed impervious to our charms.

Another whisper from Janie. "She’s Dr. Matthews assistant and everyone says her lover."

Dr. Matthews gave us the welcome to Janus talk. Lots of rules but lots of support. Most of the girls in the room were in their late teens and new to Janus. I felt less out of place.

Ronni stood in the corridor as we filed out of the lecture room. "Dr. Matthews is expecting you in her study in ten minutes." The tone brooked no discussion.

We were seated in Dr. Matthews study. She was an attractive woman with a commanding yet reassuring presence. I was a little awed. It was clear in a few minutes that Dr. Jody Matthews was a gracious and supportive lady who had a genuine interest in seeing that we both developed all our talents while at Janus. I also gleaned form the conversation that Dr. Matthews was not a gg! She would not only give me a rich background in the history and development of visual art but she would also support me in exploring the role that had been had set for me; that of an attractive, mysterious woman artist.

Janie had a few days before we started classes in earnest. We tried to establish some routines of waking at a given hour, getting in a run, and eating at regular hours. Surprise! We were successful.

One evening as we sat in the small living room having one of those deep conversations that college students so often do, Janie became very open. She had been at Janus on and off but returned last spring having completely abandoned her chosen role of self-styled rebel.

"I’m not sure what I was trying to prove or even to whom I was trying to prove it. The world wasn’t exactly waiting for a teen dance sensation and choreographer. That may never happen. I’m resigned to that. Perhaps a small dance school in some arty community with free morals. Not that I’m immoral. I realized that I’m more than bisexual. I guess the word is omni-sexual. For all my bravado, I don’t really act it out. Not usually."

As she spoke she sat back against the corner of the couch. She extended her leg upward and adjusted her sock. The black crotch of her panty drew my attention. A bent smile crossed her lovely features. She beckoned to me. I rose from the floor. Janie stood and faced me. As our mouths opened and touched her hand was under my skirt. She grasped my balls and released dropping me to my knees. Her back was to me as she flipped her skirt over her tight, muscular dancer’s bottom. Her panties were lowered just enough to expose the cleft of her bottom cheeks. My tongue paid tribute to the supremacy of her hole.

Janie spread her legs and moaned lightly as she stood. I pushed her to her knees and spread her legs. Janie reached back and pulled my panty crotch aside. My fully hard cock nestled between her legs as her arousal wet her lips. I forced her flat on her belly and ran my tongue along her slit.

"Oh lord," gasped Janie as she tried to roll onto her side.

"No darling, you’re staying where I want you." I was delighted with my own forcefulness. Janie was squirming in the throes of her arousal unable to use her strength or skills to overpower me.

I rolled Janie onto her back as she pulled her sweater and bra above her breasts. They were perfection as only a young, toned female can aspire to. My hand grasped her nipple as my mouth took the other. "Tabby, Tabby... fuck me" She rolled over sending me sprawling on my back. Her fingers teased my balls as she leaned forward swinging those flawless tits over my face. I grasped her nipple in my mouth. Janie rose to her knees and lowered herself onto my vertical cock. It was my turned to screech in bliss.

Slowly at first, then more rapidly Janie rode up and down on my cock. She fell forward enveloping my mouth in hers. Her tongue probed deep in me as she pushed herself against the base of my cock. The muscles of her vagina squeezed me within her. We rocked from side in a frenzy of sensations. I felt myself drenched as Janie came. Her hips ground against me, her hand reached down and grasped my balls as a long slow jolt of electricity quivered through my body. My back arched as I came in wave after wave of rapture.

A restful twilight sleep caught us as we hugged in the contentment of our first shared climax.

We stirred a short time later. We sat smiling at each other. Janie rose to her feet and gave me her hand. We held hands as we walked up the stairs. A light but very promising kiss as we entered our own bedrooms. A shower. Cool, comfy cotton panties

and oversized tee. I turned down my sheets and climbed into bed. A knock at the door. Janie entered. A kiss of pure affection. She climbed into bed with me. A sleep that was made more restful by sharing it with a caring lover.

Classes were underway. The real work of studying had begun. We completed our high school course work that first semester. The novelty of the uniforms never wore off.

Janie worked at her dancing. My art technique was developing. Dr. Matthews made sure that my individuality and personal creativity remained in tact. I could not have been happier.

 

There were other activities on and around campus that made life much more interesting. Janie had been into judo for some years now. She got me into it. We both became rather skillful, formidable opponents.

PART EIGHT

AT BAYPORT

Janie and I were going to spend a weekend in Bayport. I wanted her to meet Crystal and to see the tearoom and the boutique. We dressed in the a-line skirt and blazer sets that were the norm for Janus girls on outings.

We dressed in brief light control panty girdles and garter belts in black. Beige bras that would show very little under our uniform blouses if we removed our blazers. We decided on black half slips to give us a sense of seductiveness even though we looked like two school girls on an educational trip. Opaque black stockings really did little for our legs except if we exposed the gap between stocking top and panty hem. And we planned to do just that.

Our suitcases contained only clean underthings, fresh blouses, and uniform Bermuda shorts for a stroll during the day. We reasoned that what we wore would suffice for the two nights in Bayport. Despite Rhonda Carter’s "take charge" attitude regarding the renaissance of Bayport, we were sure not much could have happened just yet.

Our two suitcases were crammed into the tiny trunk of Janie’s classic MG. Berets with the Janus emblem were pinned in our hair and our round straw hats stowed behind the seats. Janie put the car in gear and we were on our way.

Teasing passing trucks and cars made for great entertainment during the ride. I rested my feet on the dash so that my skirt was well above my thighs. Janie made sure her skirt was high on her thighs. "Really just so I can work the clutch pedal," Janie assured me and then broke into a giggle.

 

We stopped to buy gifts for Crystal. Janie was so correct in so many ways that she wouldn’t dream of being a guest without a gift for her hostess. I realized that it might be nice to buy something for Ivy. That I had put her on the back burner of my love life pricked my conscience but only a little. There was no question that I had much more of future with a gg like Janie. Being with a gg would allow me to more easily shape shift from girl guise to boy mode.

A twenty something yuppie type was browsing in the gift shop with his fiancee. Both struck us as arrogant and sneering. "Time to put a wedge in their relationship," I whispered to Janie.

I deliberately stepped on yuppie man’s foot as I passed. "Oooh, so sorry," I apologized as I swung past him turning so his hand brushed my hip. "Oh, sir do be careful!" His lady friend stared at me and then realized that he must have patted my fanny. That was the false impression I wanted to create. "You apologize to that girl this instant."

I flounced out to the parking lot. He followed at his fiancee’s behest. No way was she going to let him out of this so easily. I reached under the rear of my skirt and began fussing with garter clasp The skin above my stocking top, the hem of my panty girdle arrested his attention and threw him off stride. "You’re following me!" My accusation was loud enough to draw attention from several passers-by. I retreated back into shop where our purchases were being gift-wrapped

I noticed Ms. Yuppie was almost as flustered as her lover. By the time we finished they were certain to be ex-lovers...well, at least for a few days.

Janie caught the young woman’s eye. Now I know arousal when I see it. This girl was clearly turned on by Janie and me.

Janie went into the ladies’ room. Ms. Yuppie followed. They were in there for quite a time. And I do mean quite a high time. I gave them about ten minutes and followed. Janie was seated on the edge of makeup table. Ms. Yuppie was seated on chair facing Janie. Janie dropped her leg from the woman’s shoulder at the sound of the door.

"You’re really cute but we’ve got to go," explained Janie. "Go back to your guy. He really is harmless."

"But I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. I’m so turned on and so upset..."

"Sorry girl got to go."

We left the woman smoothing her skirt and drying her tears.

"Tabby, we did them a favor. She’ll go both ways once she finds the lovers she deserves. We’ve opened up a world for her and saved her from herself and that jerk."

"Janie, you’re incorrigible. But you may be right. This is like doing social work but on a more intimate scale!"

We burst into laughter but on reflection I know Janie was on target. We had saved that young woman from buying into values that weren’t hers and that would lead to her an unfulfilled life.

Stopping for gas and a soda on the highway provided us the opportunity for some cock-teasing fun. Janie just had to open the door and put her feet on the running board as she reached back for her purse. Of course her skirt rode up to reveal her creamy smooth thighs above the black opaque uniform stockings. Odd that my shoelace needed tying. I was just so naive that I rested my foot on the chrome bumper. Now it really wasn’t my fault that a gust of wind raised my skirt enough to expose the shimmering white, brief panty girdle that ever so tightly caressed my tush. The smug ladies men who eyeballed me had plenty to fantasize about when they jerked off that evening. If only they knew what a delicious secret was concealed in my panties!

It was a crisp, clear autumn afternoon as we drove into Bayport. Rhonda had been busy. There was now a storefront dedicated to the Bayport Renaissance. The movie theater marquee announced a dance recital the next weekend. That piqued Janie’s curiosity.

Janie pulled the car into the alley next to the tearoom and boutique. We parked in back of the building.

Crystal greeted us warmly. She wouldn’t hear of us helping in the tearoom. We were guests and would have to behave as guests. A string trio of violin, harp and cello would entertain at dinner and through the evening. Surely we must relax and enjoy that.

We put our bags in my old bedroom. I had been at Janus for only a few weeks yet I already thought of this place that so recently promised a safe refuge as the past. Was I turning into an ungrateful snob of a bitch?

The instant we unpacked and availed ourselves of the toilet, Janie insisted on walking through town. We went down the back stairs from the deck in order to get our straw skimmer style schoolgirl hats from the MG. Janie wanted to see the tearoom and the boutique from the street before seeing the actual interiors.

"Wow, my roomie is a celebrity!" screeched Janie with unfeigned enthusiasm as she looked in the window of the boutique. Dr. Matthews had sent at least two of my drawings to Rhonda who had them matted and framed. They were displayed on easels in the windows of the boutique along with a card announcing they were the work of "Miss Tabby, gifted local artist."

"I’m so embarrassed I could spit," was all I could say. Janie responded almost severely. "Get used to it, Tabby my love. You really are a gifted artist!"

In the tearoom a slender, dark haired girl in an ankle length, gauzy dress was setting tables for dinner. "Sorry but we’re closed now. I can take a reservation for dinner if you like. We may have something open either early or late." she said matter of factly without looking to see who walked in.

"Reservations. Things have come a long way in the few weeks I’ve been at school."

Ivy turned with a start. She was startled to hear my voice although she was well aware that someone had entered the restaurant. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. On one level I should have been pleased with the distance Ivy was trying to put between us but I wondered if something was wrong.

I introduced Janie before we left Ivy to her work.

"Don’t get your panties in a knot," quipped Janie. "Nothing’s wrong with Ivy. You just provoked some tension in her. She doesn’t know how to tell you you’ve been replaced in her affections. Saves you the trouble and she gets the guilt trip."

 

I knew Janie would just have to peek in at the theater to see the dance rehearsals for the upcoming festival. The large door intended for moving scenery and props in and out of the theater at the rear of the building was ajar. We stepped in.

An inept male dancer was cavorting in what I’m sure he thought was a very creative modern dance. Janie giggled aloud and announced "The festival might be in trouble!"

The tape was suddenly turned off and the dancer looked toward us with undisguised contempt. A flabby, middle aged man approached us in what I suspect was supposed to be a menacing, authoritarian air.

"And you think you know something about dance? You think you can do better?"

"Yes and you, of course think, you’re Dhiagilev. I don’t think I can do better; I know it"

"Just get of here before I personally throw you out. Both of you snotty bitches just go back to whatever overpriced school you parents have exiled you to."

"Care to try it, fat fag?" Janie stood her ground and stared him down. He moved toward Janie and futiley attempted to grab her shoulders. Her arms shot up brushed his to the side. She finished the movement by clapping her cupped hands on his ears. He yelped in pain.

Janie had only just begun. She shoved her hand against his face. Of course he resisted by pushing forward. Mistake! Janie swiftly pulled that hand away. Taking advantage of his forward momentum, she pushed the back of his head with her other hand sending him sprawling on the floor. He got up in a rage! As he charged Janie, she again took advantage of his momentum to throw him over her shoulder in a classic arm throw. Janie didn’t release his arm but applied excruciating pressure as the man cringed.

A muscular dancer emerged room the shadows and cautiously approached Janie. "Let him go or I’ll hurt you," he threatened. "Oh, dear. Do let me even the odds."

He turned to confront me. His stance told me he had some training in martial arts. I also suspected he had learned just enough for him to get his butt kicked by me.

He engaged me by grabbing at the lapels of my blazer. The heel of my hand caught him under the chin as my foot went behind his ankle. He went down! As he rose to his knee I caught his head with my arm, dropped to sitting position and rolled back. He actually soared about five feet through air.

He was easy meat. This was going to be enjoyable. I waited for him to get to his feet. He tried to push me away. I caught his arm and yanked him forward while I brought my knee into his ribs. He was helplessly in my arm bar hold as I repeatedly drove my knee into his ribs. Suddenly I whipped his arm in the other direction and kicked his feet out from under him. Again, I waited for him to get to his feet. As he grabbed for a metal pry bar, I caught his wrist. This time his face was the target of my knee. He screamed as his nose flattened under the shock of my knee! Blood spurted.

He looked at me with an expression that combined pleading and panic. He got to his feet and came at me once more. "Boring," I said to further torment him in his humiliation. A hip roll landed him helplessly on his back. He collapsed.

Janie had disposed of both the flabby man and the pathetically inept dancer.

Rhonda Carter stood glowering at us from the doorway. "You three frauds had best get out of this town before I let these girls hurt you even worse than they already have. And be sure to take the rest of your so called troupe with you."

"We’re not leaving without our full fees," demanded the chubby one.

"How dare you misrepresent yourself and your pathetic troupe and then dare to demand fees? I’ll sue your asses for leaving a gap in my program." By now she was directly facing the chubby who seemed to be the manager and spokesman for this pathetic entourage. He started to speak but was interrupted by Rhonda who drove her knee into his crotch. The thoroughly defeated man gasped, dropped to his knees only to be backhanded across the mouth by the beautiful but terrible Rhonda Carter..

Need I add that the troupe was packed up and out of town in less than an hour?

Rhonda admonished us. "Not that they didn’t deserve what you did to them. There are other small companies participating in the festival, companies that show promise. I would never have hired them had I known what charlatans they are but you two have left me with a slot to fill."

"What we did to them! You certainly put the icing on the cake," responded my inimical roomie and lover. Rhonda looked at her incredulously.

"Rhonda," I took a breath hoping this would fly. "I want you to meet Janie Satroff, creative solo dancer extraordinary."

Janie and I resumed our stroll through Bayport. Weekenders pulling in by car, bus and train. There were rarely that many visitors on weekends during the summer season. These were the people that Rhonda wanted to buy the condos she was promoting. The condos were, of course yet to be built. The local real estate office had several photos of Victorian houses "recently on the market," "suitable for conversion to a bed and breakfast."

The few taxis in town were busy shuttling those who hadn’t driven down to the few motels on the state road. The little town was filling up and the festival wasn’t until next weekend.

A car passed us we walked through the alley to the back of our building. The door opened. Shapely legs in torn fishnet hose emerged. A lot of thigh was visible above the stocking tops as well as the bright red garter straps and panties. It was the Goth girl who had so turned Ivy’s had when she was still Ivor. There was a difference, a rather significant difference. She wore no makeup and her hennaed hair was brightly washed and tied in a pony tail by a white ribbon. A perky "hi"along with a warm smile greeted Janie and me as this contrastingly styled girl took a dress and accessory case from the back seat of the car.

"I’m Janine. You must be Tabby. Easy to spot in those uniforms. Ivy has told me so much about you. I doubt you know about me." I stared blankly. Janine went on. "Didn’t think so. Please forgive me I didn’t want it to happen this way. Ivy approached me. He....er she’s so different from anyone I’ve ever known. Ivy makes me feel like I’m worth something. My family treated me like trash because I wouldn’t be part of their riffraff life style. No way. I want to make something of myself. Nothing spectacular but just to be someone worthwhile and to be able to appreciate the civilized things that make the world less savage.

"I’m sorry running on like this. But I just want you to know that I never meant to take Ivy from you. I didn’t even know about you until after we got involved. Please forgive me...and forgive Ivy."

Janie looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. I hugged Janine who responded with tears. "Tabby, you and Ivy and Crystal are more than I can ever deserve...I’ve got to get to work."

Janie punched me on my arm. "And you didn’t want upset Ivy by telling her about our relationship."

Janie and I went upstairs to the apartment. We showered together...just to save water. Really! We soaped each other’s bodies but, except for a kiss as we scrubbed each other’s crotches, there was nothing even close to sex. Sexy for sure, but not sex.

We rubbed each other dry and slipped into comfy cotton panties. The windows were wide open allowing the refreshing sea breeze of cool the room. Janie and I slid under the covers onto the cool sheets. The sheets were crisp and refreshing against our skin. The energy of our bodies and of our souls warmed the sheets as we relaxed. Janie’s back was to me as I moved closer to her. I draped my arm around her waist as she pressed her tush against my groin. We drifted off as our bodies and souls came closer than they had ever been.

It was dark when we were awakened by music drifting up from the tearoom. Janie sat on the edge of the bed brushing her hair. Her smooth muscular dancer’s body was made more beautiful by the shadows made by the moonlight through the windows. I raised myself up on my elbow and kissed her tiny waist.

We were both standing on the floor when a knock disturbed our privacy. "Come in," responded Janie with a giggle. Janine stood in the doorway. "Oh, I’m so sorry.," she said in a bewildered tone. "Don’t be absurd," said Janie.

"I’m sorry but Miss Crystal wants to know when you want dinner."

"We’ll be down in a flash," Responded Janie as she pulled her panties down offering the abashed Janine a full frontal view.

Janie pulled her panties back on. We dressed in knee socks and the uniforms we had worn on the trip down. I was thinking perhaps we should keep some dressy and casual clothes her. Bayport was changing too quickly for us not to be obvious walking around in school uniforms on busy weekends.

Knee socks and penny loafers with our skirts, blouses, and blazers. Crystal gave us a nod of approval as we passed the kitchen. The string trio of harp, cello, and violin were in a corner near the entrance. All the tables were full except the small one in the back corner that had been reserved for Janie and me. The crowd was a mix of locals and visitors. Many had brought their own wine. Ivy and Janine were busy in the dining area while Crystal supervised the two people she cooking. The menu was a creatively eclectic mix, mostly vegetarian but with some comfort food like pot roast and meatloaf. Some of the locals remarked that they were looking forward to the day when the restaurant would serve lunch and dinner during the week. I was more certain than ever that Crystal was right the night we arrived when she knew that this was the place where things would finally work and where we would find a home.

We were nibbling our dessert and trying not to look too conspicuous. We had managed to attract the attention of more than a few dirty old men and dirty young men who were apparently turned on by our schoolgirl uniforms. Suddenly Rhonda Carter was at our table. Resting her finger tips on my wrist, she bent close and whispered conspiratorially. "Come with me. You can return to dessert in a few minutes. This is important. Satroff, you can join us if you can hold back from your silly games. Is that clear?"

Janie nodded. We both rose to follow Rhonda. A moment later we were on the street. Rhonda pointed to my drawings in the window of the boutique. A "sold" card had been placed at the bottom of each drawing. "Congratulations, Tabby. Together they fetched seventeen hundred fifty dollars. It’s the validation that’s so special; not that the fee is something to sneer at.

"And Satroff, I must apologize. Your games aren’t silly. You’re rather clever at getting under the veneer to what people really want. I heard about the episode in the gift shop on the throughway. Well done! Just don’t do that kind of thing here and especially not now."

"Rhonda, you must have a better spy network than the CIA!"

The storefront promotional center for the "Bayport Renaissance" was open and staffed while a few weekend people congregated inside studying maps and models. Several of my drawings were displayed on the back wall. They were marked "Not For Sale."

An attractive woman in her mid-forties was looking at the drawings while a slightly older gentleman pointed to some element or other of the drawings. They smiled broadly when they saw Rhonda. They surrounded me and caught my hands. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Tabby. Always a pleasure to meet such a rare talent. Jody Matthews was quite right when she phoned us insisting that we come here to see your work. Of course Rhonda wanted us to see what she’s planning for Bayport."

Rhonda formally introduced me and Janie to the pair. They were both writers on the art scene. The woman was with a major city paper. Her husband, the author of several art history texts, wrote for several magazines and lectured at universities and museums around the world. I had the distinct feeling that I was about to be "discovered."

We crossed the street back to the tearoom. Janine seated us in a quiet corner.

"It’s premature for a full show. We need more work to display. Tabby, no need to feel pressured. We’ll do the show when you’re ready. I know Rhonda would probably want your first show here in Bayport. That’s not a problem."

I was trying hard to appear nonchalant but that’s so difficult when your heart is pounding in your throat with excitement.

Rhonda spoke. "Not entirely related but I’m sure you can convince Anna to come down next weekend. Miss Satroff here is a gifted dancer with a unique creativity not seen for decades according to Jody. We do want the world to be aware of her as well." My insouciant roomie blushed beet red!

Jodi and I were exhausted but the exciting prospects that unfolded in the evening had us on overload. We were absolutely bouncing with energy. Showered and in our nightclothes, we lay in the twin beds in my bedroom. Janie pressed my hand in hers. The music drifted up from the still busy tearoom. "I’ll never get to sleep tonight. Anna is a major dance reviewer. And Tab, You’re discovered!"

We lay still. The moonlight and the music lulled us. Our hands dropped as our eyes closed for just a few minutes. The sun was well above the horizon when we stirred again.

Ivy was up and about when we went to the kitchen at the back of the apartment. I self-consciously drew my mid-thigh length kimono tighter around my body. I was suddenly glad that I had slept in plain cotton briefs. Ivy spoke. "Crystal and Rhonda will be here soon. Rhonda said you would want to check the stage space and see what the lighting is like." Janie nodded.

Rhonda’s car was in the backyard by the time we finished our toast and coffee. We scampered back to the room, washed our faces and slipped into Bermuda shorts and

polo shirts with the Janus emblem emblazoned on the breast pocket. Janie pulled her shoulder length hair into a pony tail while I ran my fingers through my hair to create a cross between a short page boy and pixie style. Rhonda gave us an approving smile as she greeted us on our return to the kitchen.

Rhonda was so gorgeous in anything she wore. Today it was a chino wrap skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A blue polo shirt along with sneakers with no socks gave her a enticing yet athletic look. Rhonda sat down and crossed her legs in an artful move that managed to offer a glimpse of the back of her thigh but failed to let you know the color of her panties.

I studied Rhonda’s every move, every gesture, every nuance of expression in the hope that someday I too could be the flawless woman of the world that Rhonda had become since her first days at Janus. Would that be possible if I had to shape shift between my boy mode and my femme mode for a very long time to come? And did I really want to be in femme mode all day, every day? And how would Janie want me to live if we were to be together?

"Just a bare stage with stark lighting. I want to start en pointe," Janie spoke to Rhonda as we stood on the bare stage lighted only by the harsh glare of the work lamp. "There’s no need for a costume change. Just a minute to get rid of the toes shoes and change to soft slippers. Free form classical and then modern. I think I want a tape of Appalachian Spring, the Shaker Melody part for the pointe piece. Rodeo for the free form. Prelude to Afternoon Of A Faun. Never fear. I won’t create the uproar that Nijinsky did when the piece premiered but it won’t be tame."

Rhonda tacitly approved as Janie paced out the lines of the stage. Janie sipped off her shoes and socks and made a few tentative leaps. She moved around the theater observing sight lines. "It will work and work very well." Janie smile as she ended her period of intense concentration.

An hour later we were on our way back to Janus. We met with Dr. Matthews who excused us from campus until the following Monday evening. This came at the cost of a long reading slit on philosophy and esthetics. We each would have to hand in an essay on our return.

Janie asked me to accompany her to the practice hall in the arts building. It was to be the first time I would see Janie dance.

Janie removed her wrap skirt and as I opened my sketch pad. She wore a black scoop neck leotard over white opaque, full fashioned tights. Her back arched as she stretched her leg along the barre. She was so incredibly sensuous! Intense energy collected in every sinew of her lithe body as she went through the ritualized stretching. I was awed at the concentration , the focus of mental, spiritual, and physical power that went into Janie’s dance. Gracefully smooth yet explosive movements discharged this concentrated energy which must surely communicate itself to even the most casual and disinterested observer.

My pencil raced across the paper as I captured the essence of so many of Janie’s movements. The intimacy of spirit and of flesh that we had shared for the last weeks had bound us in a shared creativity so that sensed the creative energy of the other and could transform into our own modes of expression.

Janie stood next to me looking at my rapidly done sketches. She wiped her face and neck with a towel as she silently approved of my work. "Tabby, we’re going to stay here this week. I don’t want to get too hung up on details of the stage in Bayport. Here I can concentrate on focusing my energy and creativity."

"I know. I’ll tell Dr. Matthews we’re staying here this week."

We attended classes and kept up with our course requirements but every spare moment was spent in a ballet studio that had been placed at Janie’s disposal. Together we edited the tapes that would be the background music for Janie’s performance. Her creativity was matched only but the power of her movement. Her stamina was incredible.

I took over all the chores in the cottage. It was a thrill for me to be able to care for Janie as Crystal had cared for me.

We got back to the cottage at about eleven on Monday night. Janie was always ravenous after her dance sessions which was understandable considering the colossal number of calories that must have been necessary to fuel her body during these intense efforts. Janie showered while I put up water for pasta. I showered quickly while the water heated and was downstairs in a few minutes. Janie sat brushing her hair at the kitchen table. Her terry robe was loosely tied revealing her round, firm breasts with their aggressively pert nipples. Two glasses of wine were on the table. It was impossible that she could be deliberately trying to turn me on given the energy she had just expended in a long, late practice session. Deliberately or not, I was very turned on. The combination of her sexual charged dancing coupled with the casual exposure of her breasts was more of an aphrodisiac than I could let pass. I bent forward and kissed Janie on the mouth as my hand cupped her breast. It was several minutes before we came up for air.

I dropped some penne into the pot and sat down facing Janie. We touched glasses and sipped slowly. Janie took my hand and drew me to her. We stood facing each other as our fingers met. Janie pushed me back onto the table as she opened my kimono. Her tongue tormented my nipples. I arched my back as she eased my panties down freeing my now raging cock. My cockhead was in her mouths her teeth teased the rim. Shivers of arousal ran through my entire being.

Janie kissed the base of my shaft and licked her way back to the head. Her fingers darted over my balls before she squeezed me. Hungrily, she swallowed my entire cock. Her throat muscles quivered creating an intense orgasm that sent violent shockwaves through my entire body and soul.

"Janie, thank you, thank you....Oh I wish I could return the favor and get you off like that..."

Her palm was over my mouth. "Tabby, you’re being here for me is enough payback. I could never create as I do without you. And I know I could never face an audience unless I knew you would be there too. Please, please promise we’ll be together for ever."

"Janie, I want you so much in every way that someone can want another person. Yes, yes...forever isn’t nearly enough time to spend with you."

We nibbled the penne, allio ollio and sipped our wine. Nothing in the world could ever come between us, nothing would ever prevent us form sharing our lives. We squared each other of this with no words spoken. Our eyes communicated more than words could ever say.

As we finished the dishes, we spoke as one; "I love you."

The week was intense but not nearly as exhausting as I thought it might be. The commitment that Janie and I had made had energized us in a synergy of love and desire. Our creative energies were fueled by the love we had acknowledged. We were not so naive as to think that our strange love was going to be uncomplicated in terms of the world around us. We still had to earn our high school diplomas and go on to finish the junior college course at Janus. No other school would allow me the opportunity to develop my art while indulging my need to be a girl for all of my artistic life. Don’t get me wrong; being a girl was no problem. I felt comfortable living as a girl. Dressing the part was something I had done on and off since I was a child. Now I had tasted the sensuality of lingerie, felt the power that an attractive female can exert, even gotten a sadistic thrill beating up men and humiliating them as a girl. My new concern was whether I would be able to shift back to boy mode.

Janie and I decided to drive down to Bayport after class on Thursday afternoon. This was going to be Janie’s weekend, hopefully a weekend of triumph. She was determined not to let Rhonda down for allowing her this opportunity. "Still, Tabby kitten, I couldn’t do this without you being here for me." I was determined to stay in the background and in no way take any of the spotlight from my creative lover.

Janie was putting tons of hours into perfecting her dance presentation. It was already Wednesday and , I know this is a cliché, I didn’t have a thing to wear. After lunch in the school dining room, I walked Janie to the dance studio and continued into town. I found the perfect combination for both Janie’s dance presentation and the triumphal reception I knew would follow. The outfit would also serve for my gallery show which I prayed would not be for several months.

I returned to the studio feeling rather smug about my selection. New everything including panties, foundations, and shoes. "Please let Janie like me in it," I prayed to the goddess.

Janie wore the ensemble she was to wear for the performance. She stood in the middle of the floor confronting her image in the mirror. The seams of the white full fashioned tights led my eye to the full contour of her dancer’s bottom. The curve of her sky blue leotard afforded full coverage of her tush giving her a sedate, serious but undeniably sensual appearance. A diaphanous skirt that came almost to mid thigh added an ethereal mood. As she raised her arms, the muscles of her back moved in symmetry to the rhythm of her dance. The spaghetti straps held the front of the costume taut and smooth over her perfectly round breasts. The grace and power of her movement coupled with her perfection of face and figure drew my breath away. Tears of elation trickled down my cheeks.

To my surprise Janie was watching me in the mirror. I stood in awe as she moved closer to me in her dance. "Silly, Tabby," she said breathlessly as she paused in front of me. "What are these tears doing on your pretty cheeks?" She kissed them away. "All gone." Again, as if choreographed, we spoke as one. "I love you."

 

PART NINE

TRIUMPH FOR TWO

Our trip down to Bayport was uneventful. We managed to stow small bags behind the seat and crammed our suitcases into the "boot" (trunk) of the little car. School uniforms were once more our chosen travel attire. This time we wore gray a-line skirts and navy blazers over white cotton blouses with the school tie. Thick cable knit knee socks and saddle shoes. Really rather silly unless you’re into English school girl kink. Dr. Matthews had suggested the combination because it would keep us feeling sexy and attractive, which was how we had to feel when we arrived at Bayport, yet would keep off any lecherous advances because we appeared to be in our mid-teens. No problem if we did get some uninvited advances; Janie would enjoy giving a through lesson in manners to the creeps. Dr. Matthews strongly advised against rough games on the road. She wanted us in perfect from for Janie’s dance presentation.

We arrived in Bayport just before dinner. Janie became miffed about my secretiveness over my choice of clothing for Friday night. "Darn, Janie, aren’t you going to let me surprise you?"

The tearoom was open for dinner even though it wasn’t the weekend. Local trade

was enough to keep it going. Score one for Crystal when she picked Bayport as the place to go.

Janie and I indulged in shepherd’s pie with homemade bread and butter. Rice pudding and herbal tea for dessert. Crystal approached sat down with us as we sipped our tea. "I had a dream that you two had made a commitment to be together forever." Janie and I nodded. "I read the tarot cards. It is a very good thing that you two are doing. You belong together." She reached into her skirt pocket, withdrew a small box, and placed it on the table. She opened the box to reveal a very old, very unusual ring. "It was our mother’s and her mother’s before her. She had been given it by husband’s mother. Janie, it fits you. Wear it."

Janie complied. It fit perfectly. Crystal put her hands over ours and crooned a Wiccan chant. "Now you commitment is blessed by the goddess."

We sat in the living room of the apartment above the tearoom. Janie stared

through the large window out onto the bay. "Funny, both us not having our moms. My mother was a dancer. My father was and is a Philistine. He loved my mother but she was another of his acquisitions, one of the many things he collected. He wanted her to give up her art and be an ornament for him. She was killed in a car crash.

"He supports me, indulges me, keeps me at a distance. Tomorrow night is for you and for my mother."

We held hands, took a walk down main street and stopped to look at the names for the dance festival. "Miss Janie Satroff, promising new choreographer/dancer."

"I hope so," said Janie tentatively. A confident smile as I pressed her hand in mine.

Janie spent Friday morning warming up and fitting her dances to the stage. Lunch and a nap. A very light meal in mid-afternoon. Janie was relaxed and confident. It was going to work!

I walked Janie to the theater at seven. The performances would begin at eight. I helped her dress and do her makeup. She almost purred as I brushed her hair.

Leaving Janie to stretch, warm up and listen to her tapes, I hurried back to the apartment. The tearoom was crowded with early diners who had tickets for Friday’s night performances. Saturday night was sold out!

I showered quickly and slipped on the white cotton string bikini, the first piece in my new ensemble. My toenails had been polished a bright crimson to match my fingernails the night before. Easing myself into the new high cut all-in-one, I gently nudged my balls into my body cavity and tucked my penis between my legs. The all-in-one girdle would double as a gaff keeping me properly tucked. The ensemble for the evening required nothing less than flawlessly feminine contours.

Sitting at the tiny vanity, I put the small gold hoop earrings in my pierced ears. My makeup was exquisitely understated. The bangs emphasized my eyes.

I slipped into the white silk blouse, stepped into the black cashmere slacks. Strappy sandals with two and a half inch heel completed the look. I turned slowly before the full-length mirror. The effect was devastatingly successful. The narrowness of my waist, the tapered curve of my hips were lethally enhanced by the drape of the slacks. The soft fabric adhered to the high cut girdle further defining my small, but very shapely tush. Jewelry, mustn’t forget some jewelry. Two rings, a bracelet, and a Movado museum watch that belonged to Janie. I threw a pack of cigarettes, lipstick, keys, and lighter into a black leather clutch purse. One last look in the mirror. Is that sexy, sophisticate really me? I feel utterly and completely predatory!

Heads turned as I stood in the lobby entrance. Men and women both looked at me. And the catty resentful glare of those jealous ladies as they clung more tightly to their escorts in an effort to divert their attention from me! Never fear ladies! I may enjoy turning heads and I’m not above an occasional romp through the bedding but my "forever" is going to be spent with Janie. Not that they knew of Janie at that moment, but before the evening is out they’ll remember her as the most original, most intense dancer they would ever see. I just knew it would go that way. It had to!

I tipped my head back as I inhaled the acrid cigarette smoke. I let it out slowly, threw the half smoked cigarette to the sidewalk. Not a few pairs of eyes were on my foot as I extended my leg and, with the tip of my sandal, ground the butt into the pavement. No doubt a vicarious thrill for those young executive types who fantasized about my foot grinding their most sensitive parts as they smiled at me. Sorry, darlings. Not interested. All the same, it’s nice to know that a girlie boy like me has the sexual power to draw men from their women.

The house lights were dimming as I sat down in the aisle seat next to Rhonda and Crystal. "Rhonda, you’re not going to be disappointed in the least," I whispered to my benefactress as the first group performed. And they were good.

The crowd was on their feet as Janie finished her first series of dances. She curtsied in the stylized manner of classical ballerinas. She skipped off the stage as the lights went dark. But still the audience stood and cheered. They sat down after the third curtain call. Rhonda squeezed my knee. "Tabby, she’s just too unbelievably good!"

Janie’s second number ended the first half of the program. The applause was even more frantic. The more mature and knowledgeable members of the audience were the most intense in their approval of Janie’s unique art.

Rhonda slipped backstage and shifted Janie’s third piece to the end of the program. Good thing she did. The originality and intensity of her unabashed sexuality resonated at some level in each member of the audience. No dance was ever as primitive yet as artfully inventive as Janie was in her creation. It was as if Janie was divinely inspired in her conception of the dance and in her performance.

Only Janie and I would ever know the price she had paid for her creativity, the bizarre relationship with her father, the unfulfilled loss of her mother. She deserved every bit of the acceptance and recognition that the applause, the cheers, the standing ovation brought her.

The off-duty state troopers Rhonda had hired to keep order held back the well wishers and thrill seekers as they let us into the dressing room area. Janie looked like a frightened deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car. Her face lit up when she saw me in the corridor. I ran to her. Her arms were around my neck as she wept. "Tabby, Tabby, thank God you’re here. I need you to be with me forever. But you promised you would...Was I really good?" I kissed her as tears turned to the laughter, her doubts to elation.

Rhonda spoke softly but directly. "You did well. Ever so much more than any of us could have hoped for. That dance critic, the one they call Anna, was here. She was writing up a storm. Good sign. Sweets, you’re about to be discovered."

Janie looked panicked. "No, not yet. I’m so scared of performing unless my Tabby is with me...And I can’t dance for big houses. At least not yet, maybe not ever."

"Janie, darling, I’ll handle her. No way are you going to leave Janus for the big wide world of dance until you’re totally ready." Rhonda put an arm around each of us. "No one is going to bother my girls."

Janie’s performance leotard was down to her waist. She wiggled it down over her hips. The outline of her panty hem under her tights drew my ever eager eye to the curve of her groin as it disappeared between her lithe yet muscular thighs. She sat at her dressing table and smiled at me through the mirror. The week of intense effort had left her physically and emotionally exhausted.

I knelt at her feet and eased her tights down over her hips, down her legs. I kissed her foot as I massaged the arch with my finger tips. Her hand strode my hair and came to rest on my cheek. I kissed her palm, sucked and nibbled lightly the tip of each of her fingers. After washing off her makeup, Janie slipped into the school uniform she had worn to the theater.

We mingled with the few loiterers still in the lobby. None recognized Janie. Rhonda spoke with a handsome fortyish woman, certainly the Anna of critical stardom. "Anna, I promise you’ll meet her tomorrow after the performance." As they spoke Rhonda turned to block us from the redoubtable Anna’s view. We crossed the street and headed for the tearoom without hesitation.

Ivy had a corner table waiting for us. We hoped to fade into the shadows. Janie ate ravenously and with the legendary appetite that dancers are said to have after a performance. Two couples at a nearby table stared in our direction as they put their heads together. They spoke to Janine who brought over their dance recital programs for Janie to autograph. She smiled graciously at her fans as she autographed the programs.

Janie put her hand on my wrist and leaned close to me. "Know what? I might get used to being a celebrity if you’re here to share it with me. Know what else? We don’t have a choice. Like it or not, we’re both going to be known.

"Tabby kitten, I couldn’t have pulled myself together without you. God, I must stink like a locker room. We better go up so I can shower. And besides, I’m just bursting with curiosity to know what you’ve got under that ensemble."

I brushed my hair while Janie showered. She pulled her terry robe tightly around her as she stared at me. "I must be very deserving to have someone like you to share my life with, to be my muse." She stood behind my chair and massaged my shoulders. I switched off the lights.

Janie opened the drapes allowing the moonlight to flood the room. Her robe fell open. The pastel blue cotton panties brought out the radiance of her smooth skin so elegantly pale in the otherworldy glow of moonlight. The rounded contour of her tummy was just one perfection of her many idealized features of body and of face. Her breasts needed no bra to keep their flawless roundness. The curve of her thighs added to her allure. The synergy of her faultless parts promised arousal that would be beyond endurance, and gratification that would be ecstasy beyond what anyone could dream of.

Janie up her hands to my cheeks and, raising me from the chair, drew my lips to hers. Tongues probed deeply as souls merged. I unbuttoned my blouse as Janie reached behind me and undid the zipper of my slacks. I kicked them aside.

Janie backed way from me. "Tabby, You are so beautifully can’t begin to describe how beautiful you are because nothing can approach you. There is nothing that can even begin to compare with you so how can I begin..."

I put my fingers over Janie’s mouth. She fell to her knees and kissed the heel of my sandal. Her hands caressed my bare thighs, squeezed my girdled tush. Her tongue traced the hem of the high cut all-in-one. Her face pressed against my groin. My cock was straining to break free of the enticing, sensuous but so restraining foundation.

Janie’s fingers tormented my nipples in the silken confinement of the bra cups. I shrugged my open blouse from my shoulders. Janie kissed me deeply as her fingers explored every contour of my spandex enhanced body.

I stepped back from Janie as I pulled the straps from my shoulders. I squirmed as I worked the garment to my waist. Janie’s mouth enveloped my breast as her hand cupped my still girdled crotch. She worked the girdle down over my hips leaving me hobbled. My cock sprang free. Janie wrapped her hand over my fierce hard-on. I was throbbing with desire and submission.

Janie had no problem pushing me back onto the bed. She straddled my chest. The memory of her lovely face looking adoringly down at me will be among the most treasured images in my mind.

I was thrashing like a fish out of water in an attempt to kick off the all-in-one that had so enhanced my body and so aroused Janie. Janie and I laughed in the midst of our excitement.

Janie knelt at my feet and pulled the foundation from my legs. I sat up to take off the sandals. "No, not yet," protested Janie as she pushed me onto my back.

Janie kissed my balls. teased the tip of my cock with her tongue as she tasted my precum. Kneeling over me, she lowered herself onto my cock. Reclining on my chest, Janie tickled me with her erect nipples. As she twisted, the multiple sensations of her nipples skimming my own, of the scent of her hair, of her vaginal muscles trapping my cock within her raised me to a level of ecstasy above earthly sensations. Her cunt was pouring her juices over my me.

I looked up at her sculpted for. Her smooth skin, her breasts were as marble in the moonlight. My fingers traced her contours, teased her nipples.

Janie leaned forward and drove her tongue deep into me. As she did, her hand went between her legs and grabbed my balls. I cupped her butt in both my hands and pulled her closer as we exploded in wave after wave of an orgasm beyond belief.

We lay facing, propped on our elbows. The moonlight added a romantic glow to our sense of love and of commitment. We said so many things just by gazing into each other’s eyes. Words were unnecessary nor could they suffice.

I awoke first the next morning. I kissed Janie awakening her. She responded with a smile as her finger tips ran across my face. "Did last night really happen? I mean all of it." I nodded.

"Well tonight I’m going to perform the dance I choreographed to ‘Afternoon Of A Fawn." I know they’ll like it. I just hope they don’t cum in their seats."

A deep kiss as we rolled over and over in the joy of being together.

Janie bounded up out of bed. Pulling me after her she made an outrageous suggestion. "Let’s save water. We’ll shower together." I took her up on it.

The water saving shower was devoid of sex but filled with loving and caring as we tenderly washed each other’s back, shampooed each other’s hair. It was a sexy yet beautifully innocent sharing of bodies and of affection.

Despite the intense love making of the night before we had actually been asleep long before anyone else in the apartment. Up and around before the others even stirred, we sat on the upstairs porch nibbling buttered toast and sipping coffee.

Janine appeared in a full length velour robe. Despite her background and more recent Goth style, she was a beautiful and graceful girl. Of greater importance was her love and acceptance of Ivy. "Sorry to interrupt. Ivy’s just stirring. She was so exhausted after we cleaned up last night. She’s so dedicated to the tearoom ma too. I just fell so grateful to Crystal for making a place for me here. Can I make you something more substantial for breakfast? Eggs, pancakes, waffles."

"You are just so thoughtful. Yes, thank you." I was shocked at Janie’s unfeigned and unpatronizing politeness to this girl. "Just poached eggs. I’ve got to warm up for tonight’s performance."

We sat at the kitchen table with Janine when Ivy walked in. She was becoming more beautiful and more graceful each time I saw her. She placed her hands on Janine’s shoulders and bent forward to kiss her. It was a kiss that was reassuring. It was wonderful to see the loudmouthed tough guy of a few months ago now comfortably and lovingly transformed into a beautiful, graceful, and affectionate girl. Just as Crystal and I had found a new existence in Bayport, the newly transformed Ivy was finding a permanent place and role in the renewed Bayport.

PART TEN

PREMIER PERFORMANCE

Janie slipped on a plain black leotard with pink tights. A wrap around skirt and penny loafers completed her ensemble. She slipped across the quiet street to the theater. An hour later I heard the shower. Janie was back.

She sat at the vanity as I brushed her hair. Janie reached up and took my hand in hers. She pressed it to her cheek and spoke softly. "Tabby, was so unsure before you came along. I was terrified of performing, especially of performing my own stuff. Oh, I knew I was good but I could only perform for the mirror...Tabby, you’re my Terpsichore, my muse of dance. There’s nothing if there’s Tabby’s not with me."

Kind of neat, I thought, but an awful lot of responsibility. Yet Janie was a gg who was more than just accepting of me in girl mode. We had fallen tenderly, passionately, and romantically in love. Each was the driving force behind the other’s art. Each appreciated and adored the other’s feminine seductiveness, the appeal of the other’s body enhanced by the gentle caress of silk lingerie, shaped by the constricting power of foundation garments. She was as much the inspiration for my entire femme existence as I was her muse.

"No Janie. Not if there’s no Tabby. There’s nothing if we’re not together!"

I massaged Janie’s shoulders allowing my hands to slide down to her breasts. Her robe fell of shoulders exposing the perfection of the pink nippled orbs. "Janie, I want you so much. But now you must rest."

I pulled back the covers as Janie opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. The lithe muscularity of her dancer’s limbs, the soft curves of her youthful woman’s body were as near to the abstraction of beauty as could exist in reality. Only the electrifying energy and grace of her dancing could add to the level of beauty Janie expressed in repose.

The simple movement of adjusting the hem of her panties around her thighs was more graceful, more erotic than the movements of great ballerinas as they danced.

Janie sat on the edge of the edge of the bed as I closed the window blinds. She drew her knees to he chest and pivoted. I drew the covers over her and tucked them in. "Sleep well," I said as I kissed her.

 

JANIE’S VOICE

 

I awakened an hour or two later fully refreshed and reenergized. Stretching as I rose from the bed, I thanked my lucky stars for Tabby.

Early on I realized that I despised males. I teased any boy who looked at me. When I could, I beat them up. Larger, stronger boys and even men were no problem for me.

As a dance student I was often in the company of the most beautiful and most femme lesbians in the classical dance and music world. I had enjoyed their intimate company but that wasn’t what I needed in the long term. Some trannies in the business told me about Janus and so I went. There, as you know, I found Tabby. She’s the ideal lover for me. A girl but a girl with a cock. So beautiful, so femme, so creative, and yet so able to fill me with her cock, to pump her delicious hot cum into me wherever I need her to.

I was washing my face when I became aware Tabby was watching me.

"Hi love." Tabby’s smile was so special. "Can I do your makeup for you?"

"Under one condition, Tabby kitten. I watch you dress first. Deal?"

"Deal."

 

Tabby stood on the bath mat. Her foot rested on the edge of the tub as she dried her leg. Her well toned, slender body was delightful in the shadowy light that streamed in from the small window. She stood facing me as she twisted a hand towel around her hair. From the waist up there was no way that Tabby would be taken for a boy. True that her tiny, round breasts were those of a younger girl but so many great beauties are small breasted. She rubbed the towel against her hair showing underarms that were perfectly smooth. No hair marred the smoothness of her skin until one’s eye reached her neatly trimmed pubic hair that framed her very adequate cock. Her thighs curved forward, her calves tapered to finely sculpted ankles.

Tabby sat on the edge of the bathtub. Massaging her arch, checking the polish in her exquisite toes, she turned her body, draped her calf over her thigh. Exquisite movements of exquisite contours; so very like a Degas bather.

She stood, cast aside the towel and strode into the bedroom. Tabby held the tiny white panties in front of her as a priestess elevates the libation to the goddess. That lovely image ended as Tabby turned the panties right way front. A smooth flowing movement as she stepped into the panties and drew them over her calves and midway up her thighs. An instant’s hesitation as she deftly pressed her balls into their place in her body cavity. Her cock was pressed between her legs as he pulled the panty taught over he now concealed treasures.

Tabby sat on the edge of her chair as she worked the new panty hose over her feet, over calves. She stood to complete the arduous but sensuous task of donning very black , very shiny, sheer to waist panty hose. She slipped on the back patent t-strap heels.

A white high waisted, mid thigh panty girdle caressed her lovely body. I almost envied the panty girdle for its intimate contact with my adored Tabby. A black strapless bra gave even more form to her perfect breasts.

The reflection I saw in the dressing table mirror glanced at me as Tabby began to do her hair. Watching one’s lover apply makeup is, for me and I know I’m not alone in this, a most pleasurable and sexually arousing experience. As I had envied her panty girdle a few minutes before, I now wished my tongue could have been her lipstick brush as she slowly colored her lips.

Two pairs of earrings! The emerald studs were complemented by gold hoops. So sophisticated but managing to touch on the primitive, the earthy!

Tabby stepped into the green velvet dress She pulled the straps over her shoulders. I stood behind her and pulled the zipper closed. The dual side slits allowed her freedom of movement and offered a chance to display those finely chiseled ankles.

A fleeting, ever so promising kiss. "Tabby, I must go. You’ve so energized me."

Tabby stood in the entrance way to the theater. Again, she was noticed by women and men alike. Her courtly, sensual style of smoking left men and women staring opened mouthed. Her lips teased the cigarette as she slowly dew in the smoke. She expelled it only to draw it in again in a French inhale. People in the orchestra looked up at her she seated herself in Rhonda Carter’s box.

 

Tabby, Crystal, and Rhonda were on their feet applauding as the entire audience clapped and bravoed as Janie finished performing her new piece at the close of the first half of the program. It was a heady experience for Tabby to walk through the lobby during intermission and hear Janie so discussed and so praised by even the most sophisticated, most world weary of the audience.

The second new work was no less well received as Janie closed the evening’s program. The lobby and the alley were crowded with well wishers and curiosity seeker all waiting to see the girl genius who so powerfully interpreted her own choreography and who had reinterpreted impressions music. Tabby wasn’t sure Janie was ready for this just yet.

Rhonda had taken Anna, the dance critic to the tearoom. Tabby stood alone in the crowd which was allowing her some space. The erotic aura she created was attractive although intimidating. It was dangerous to draw too close to this young siren lest she destroy you!

The crowd hardly noticed the young school girl in her jumper and blazer looking tentatively from the fringe of the crowd. Her straw skimmer had been replaced by a round velvet hat with a ribbon trailing down the back She was promisingly pretty. Her grace and innocence spoke of the young woman yet to emerge from this charming young adolescent; charming but so out of place in this avant garde world of art and dance.

Tabby strode through the crowd. Her face was impassive, her expression predatory as people got of the way of this determined, challengingly attractive young girl.

A smiled broke across her face as she hugged Janie who had so quickly gone from the adored dancer to the out of place innocent school girl.

The few who glanced over their shoulders to catch another glimpse of Tabby were shocked to see the two girls hug each other and then kiss. Truly, it was the kiss of lovers; a deep, wet kiss in which the tongues linger together even as the faces start to move apart.

Tabby pressed Janie to her and spoke in her ear as she cupped Janie’s bottom enjoying its firmness through the jumper and through the panties. Indeed, the feeling of her panties, the seam where the back of the crotch meets the cleft of the tush, the hem as it comes from between the thighs and highlights the most erotic, most desired places added amorous sensations of that spontaneous show of love and devotion.

The two girls, so different to the casual beholder as to deny any connection, joined hands and laughingly skipped across the street, they broke into a run as they disappeared through the alley next to the tearoom.

A short time later the tearoom patrons noticed the girl from the theater lobby appear with a girl as elegantly beautiful as she. The new comer wore black patent opera pumps which drew attention to her shapely, powerful legs. A dark velvet skirt was slit to mid-thigh. The turned up collar of the silk blouse emphasized her swanlike neck marred only by a small, fresh love bite. Her hair style, a French knot, gave her a classical perfection.

Janie and Tabby joined Rhonda who introduced Anna. As the four sat chatting, whispers and nods in their direction. Janie had been recognized!

Tabby was about to ask Janine and Ivy to see that no one sent over programs to be autographed. "It’s okay Tabby. I’m cool with that now." She smiled graciously as she signed several programs. Janie looked contemplative as she sipped her tea. She turned to the rest of us in turn. She looked into my eyes speaking quietly and confidently guess you’re helping me to grow into myself."

"And into your art," added Anna.

 

Anna had her interview with Janie as we talked late into the night. Rhonda was certain that Anna would respect Janie’s wish to remain out of the limelight for the present.

 

The girls slept late the next morning. Janine, who had taken an almost "mother" role with them, made a wonderful breakfast for them. She was classically pretty in a hefty peasant manner. A hint of her Goth mode remained in the wet look dress, the henna hair, the black nail polish. Tabby wondered if this still Goth girl realized how much she was mingling with real Wiccans. Time would tell.

The girls showered by turns. Soon, too soon, the bags were packed and stowed in the tiny car. They took turns brushing each other’s hair as they sat in white cotton panties and matching bras. Their white blouses had been washed and ironed by Janine. Tabby thought it was so nice of Janine to iron our blouses like she did. Janie improvised a silly but very sexy dance to the tune of "Everybody Ought To Have A Maid" as she buttoned her blouse. "I’ve really got to make a note to follow through and get us a full time maid," announced Janie. It didn’t sound like she was kidding.

The girls slipped into the Janus tartan kilt skirts, donned their blazers, adjusted their hats and said goodbye to Janine. Janie wondered if Tabby wasn’t a little bit too effusive, too demonstrative in showing her thanks to Janine. Then again, thought Janie, we’ll be together forever so a diversion now and then is okay. But it would be ever so yummy if we enjoyed our diversions together!

 

After we were back at school the big city paper carried some features about the promising new artistic community developing in Bayport. The articles mentioned two gifted girls still in their teens. At least on had close ties to the arty community taking root in this seedy town. On different days the arts section told of a brilliantly promising artist named Tabby and of a powerfully passionate and creative dancer who Isadora Duncan and a female Nijinsky in one. There were, as promised no photographs and only the most cursory discussion of these talented teens, enough for aficionados to remember their names if they were to hear them but not enough for the world to beat a path to our door. Hopefully the articles will have piqued public curiosity enough to draw a larger crowd to the next series of events in Bayport.

Rhonda phoned to make sure we kept abreast of our publicity. She didn’t want to do another event too soon nor did she want to let too much time slide by for fear that interest might fade.

 

Janie and Tabby sat in the small living room, reading and sipping a late cup of tea before bed. Tabby had one leg draped over the arm of an easy chair. Janie rested her eyes from her reading by frequently staring at Tabby’s taught panty crotch. "Tabby kitten, anyone with an ounce of libido, woman or man, couldn’t help reacting to your deliciousness. What a shock when they find out what you’ve got in those innocent pink panties!"

Janie had her feet on the couch cushion only inches from her butt. "Well your posture isn’t exactly modesty," teased Tabby.

The conversation turned serious. The girls wondered how far the Bayport renaissance would take them. Both realized they were major talents. They agreed that too much external pressure at this still formative stage might influence them to go in directions that were not truly their own.

They agreed to finish their Associate in Fine Arts degrees at Janus before they let whatever fame that might be their lot over take them.

Holding hands, they walked up the stairs, their faces close. They kissed before going to their own rooms. Each was a little frightened by the prospect of being true to themselves and to each other with the pressures of being discovered bearing down ever harder. A few ultra-rational comments on who we must develop our independence and not be overly reliant on each other were not all convincing but the two behaved as though they were.

Alone in their bedrooms, each prayed their mutual love and loyalty would never falter. They lay awake staring at the ceilings thinking how cold and lonely it would be if they didn’t have each other. Suddenly Tabby jumped out of bed and ran toward Janie’s room only to collide with Janie who had started for Tabby’s room at almost the same instant. They hugged and cried. "Hold me, hold me. I can’t even sleep through the night without you next to me."

The girls clung fast to each other. They drifted into a deep, relaxed sleep but not before Janie spoke. "Tabby, kitten. We’ve got to cherish the time we have here."

"I know, Janie. It’s going to go quickly..."

"But we’ll be ready to take on the world by then."

"Sure thing, Janie...But the world better get ready to deal with us."

 

This ends part one of the Bayport Trilogy.

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

 

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