The Janus Academy

by Mardee Louise Prynne

 

I started teaching in the Janus Academy in that small town at the start of the fall semester. It was referred to as a junior college; it was really one of those places for bright, well off girls to atone for having wasted high school. Here they could show they had matured and could do serious academic work and so qualify for their mothers’ alma maters. The school was intended to remake or mold these frivolous girls into well rounded, sophisticated and desirable women. This meant only that they would be in line for a "better " marriage. That’s what I thought the school was all about.

I remember reflecting on the letter I received a week or so after answering the blind ad. The name Janus Academy struck me as both odd and apt. Janus, the two faced Roman god watched over doorways. One could leave one place and enter another under Janus’s guardianship. I was trying to leave what I had been and enter a new existence. Janus might suit me quite well.

Mine was to be an odd arrangement; teach music history and dance history, edit and upgrade an arts magazine and act as mentor and advisor to the girls interested in culture and the arts.

The rural environment suited me. I hoped to develop relationships with women in the academic community or in the adjacent town. I wasn’t quite ready for the relationships that so suddenly developed; they were odder still than my assignments yet wonderful for their uniqueness.

You must understand that I was a misfit. I felt out of place in most social circles. My sense of worth hinged on my ability to understand and to explain music and dance. Performance was not my thing. Nor was social activity my thing. There were very few women that I successfully related to as a man. Don’t get me wrong; I felt no attraction for other men. I was hoping to find a place in this small academic world. Hopefully it would be a place where I could develop a life for myself, a life integrated in a community yet on my own terms.

I was graceful but very unathletic as a child. Being well below average size and strength did nothing to impress others nor to enhance my almost non-existent sense of competitiveness. Having always been tiny and unathletic I was bullied by boys and teased by girls. The girls bullied me too; they usually did it by teasing but even they got physical in their harassment of me. And so I became a solitary, independent, self-contained person. I was content but wanted some relationships with others to make myself a whole person.

There had been one woman who saw past my loneliness and with whom I lived for too brief a span. Even as she used me and my creative skills as a stepping stone, this woman had opened a window to wholeness and total being. She became restless and left me more empty than she had found me.

I arrived in this new place hopeful of reentering the world I so briefly glimpsed through my love affair with Brenda. Yet I was so terrified of opening up and experiencing the pain of loss once more.

My belongings were put way in the small house I had rented. Faculty teas would begin the next week. The thought excited me yet filled me with fear of facing more rejection, to again be the misfit, the oddball.

Around noon that day I strolled into town. The main street was attractive but for the most part the shops were predictable for a small town where affluent people had summer homes. A few bed & breakfast inns brought weekend visitors through the autumn. There were the usual "tea room" sorts of places, a couple of "pubs," a coffee house and some very tasteful clothing shops for men and women. One ladies clothing shop had an adjacent "annex" that carried a rather classy line of lingerie and foundations. A white chemise with matching panties and kimono caught my eye. I was suddenly fantasizing how truly sexy for its very innocence white could be.

A new age herbal shop drew me inside. I bought a few preparations that I used from time to ease the intensity of a cold. I browsed over the book racks and the notice board. A prominent notice for a Native American healer announced counseling, planning and training for physical and spiritual health. "Telephone T. White." A judo club met in the local school gym. Perhaps I could start training. I had always fantasized about punishing the bullies who had embarrassed me and teased me throughout my life but at five feet five inches and with a slender body that was not likely to happen. Growing up with my mother in a house of women and girls didn’t bring out the macho in me either.

My mother once enrolled me in a ballet school. I loved it and was good at it. Of course I didn’t have the strength to "partner" the girls. My dancing was more than adequate. I envied the girls’ pretty costumes at recitals. My drab black tights and white tee shirt were so plain compared to the colorful leotards and tights the girls wore to class. Perhaps I could start dancing again and try to teach a class.

Life would be good in this new place with a new job and a chance to be myself and to heal, to fill the void left by being abandoned by my lover.

A hand on my arm caused me to turn.
"Excuse me for being so forward. I'm Dr. Laurent. We haven't met but I see you’re new faculty."

"No, please no need to apologize. I'm so glad you introduced yourself. I really didn't want to wait until the faculty teas and so on to meet colleagues."

She was tall, athletically slender but had all the curves in the right places. Her auburn hair was in a rather severe style; pulled back from her face into a pony tail and then pinned up in a bun. Her green shirtwaist dress was the right color for her deep claret colored hair. She had the look of a librarian in a romantic comedy. The one in the scene where she takes off her glasses, shakes her hair loose and wins the hero away from the bitchy villainess on the spot. Of course the hero had to be pretty nearsighted not to see she was attractive at the start.

"Let me take you to lunch to welcome you."

I agreed expecting a tearoom sort of thing but was pleasantly surprised when she took me by the hand and led me into a tavern

"Great draught ale," she said conspiratorially as she leaned her weight against me.

She ordered two pints and a cheese and onion platter. "We'll have a chance to chat. Do call me Gwenn. My name's Gwendolyn but I never was the type to be called Wendy." She laughed musically.

She pushed her chair away from the table and leaned back crossing her legs as she did so. She showed a lot of knee for the nineteen-fifties.

"Oh Jordan, I pushed my pocketbook out of reach. Be a dear and hand it to me."

I leaned forward to rescue her purse. She rewarded me by recrossing her legs and affording me a rather generous glimpse of her white midleg panty girdle. Either this woman is totally naive and innocent or she‘s a temptress of unreal skill!

Gwen has wanted the pocket book to freshen her lipstick. This guileless yet charming lady made the mundane act of touching up her lipstick into a seductively fascinating art. I was enthralled.

"Psychology is what I teach best. My avocation is Celtic spirituality."

"Sounds quite Jungian...the psychology and the spirituality. How did Dr. Laurent get to the Celtic stuff?"

"Don't let the surname fool you. The Laurent is from my ex-husband," she smiled as if she knew I was inwardly pleased to learn she might not be married. "Never again," Gwen shuddered as she said that.

"Pardon?"

"Marriage...unless we're totally suited. But how does one know? Once bitten, twice shy to use the adage."

"Must have been quite a turbulent relationship." I amazed myself at my willingness to react openly to what this magnificent woman so openly shared with me.

"Abusive bastard! But let's not dwell on that. Although I did pay him back." Gwen reached across the table and rested her finger tips on the back of my hand. She motioned for another round of ale.

Gwen groped in her pocket book and found a pack of Gauloise! I don't know why, but I was surprised. She tamped the tobacco down by tapping the cigarette on the table. A sterling silver lighter was used in a way that said Gwen did this regularly. A deep French inhale and the cigarette was passed to me as she lit a second.

"I smoke only one or two a day but they matter."

"You smoke with your whole being it seems. Really quite sensual." Damn! I was afraid I had gone too far.

"Quite so. And that's only for openers," she laughed lightly, sensually, provocatively.

A few moments of silent contemplation as I watched her stare into the blue smoke.

"Jordan, you certainly are refreshing. You really care when you ask and you listen when I talk about myself and my role in the school. You're special. But bear in mind that this is a most unusual school. Some of us have some very progressive applications of very old ideas. The families of a few of our best pupils are aware of this and are most supportive. Actually sought us out. As for much of the faculty, the less said to them the better."

Gwen folded draped her left arm over the back of her chair. Her head tilted as a wry smile passed across her face.

"Sounds fascinating and more than a bit mysterious."

"Not really. I understand you know a bit of Asian stuff. Yin and yang sort of theories but a bit more European. There are those who try too hard to avoid facing the elements of both sexes that seethe within them. My theory is that by developing the hidden part, the part they resist, they become much more effective. I see it as recognizing the goddess within. This holds for boys even more so than for girls as they mature. Actually it's the boys who have the greatest need for ... a little involved for this moment. But I know you'll come to realize what can be done."

"Rather heavy for here and now. You'll have to tell me much more. There must be some papers that I might read."

"You're quite correct. Another time. I don’t mean to intrude but I know something about you and your sense of emptiness and lack of individuation. Sorry for the technical jargon. I’ll be more real. I know you feel incomplete. Perhaps you might let me make you complete again."

There was a long pause. I reflected on my emptiness and how much I wanted to get past it.

" Do walk home with me. It's not out of your way."

We set off through the mid afternoon sunshine. Our shadows seemed long as we walked silently together. Suddenly Gwen's arm was through mine. I wasn't ready for this so quickly but it felt very right.

 

A few turnings off the main way brought us to a comfortable looking brick colonial. Two cars were visible in the open garage.

"Both mine. The MG is for fun. The other is my practical side." Her half laugh was infectious.

We stopped at the bottom of her walk. I felt like an eighth grader in my awkwardness and my ambivalence. This quietly attractive, brainy woman was arousing feelings in me that I wasn’t quite ready for. Simple arousal would have been welcome and easy to work through. But I had no idea what Gwen had in mind.

"Give me an hour or two to get ready and come back for some cold supper."

The sun was dropping beneath the horizon, leaving its glow on the windows of the scattered houses. Gwen’s door opened even before I knocked. She wasn’t simply attractive; this woman was beautiful in ways beyond belief.

She wore a knee length slate blue dress. It had cuffed sleeves, a fitted torso and was loose, even flowing below the waist. Black opaque stockings and black patent opera pumps set off her exquisite legs. A silver brooch in a Celtic pattern was at her breast. A silver cross nestled just above the cleavage of her full round breasts made all the more alluring for the glimpse of black lace that set off the whiteness of her skin.

"Let’s have cocktails in the study. " She took my hand and led me to a room off the hall.

It was almost out of a movie set. A fire was burning under a mantle covered with various award certificates. A large Hepplewhite desk was arranged with all the accouterments of a professor’s desk. Paintings interspersed with book shelves added to the effect. A table under the window was set with a tray of canapés. Scotch and bourbon as well as Drambuie were next to an ice bucket. What drew my eye more was the photo of young girl signed, "Gwen, with thanks for making me all I am. Love, D."

"Most people call her Deirdre.. An early and very successful pupil."

"She’s very much like you... all your classic beauty."

"And none of my wrinkles? Thank you. I’m very proud of her. But that’s for some other day’s discussion."

Gwen had been fumbling with the front of her dress. I realized she had unbuttoned it. She took my hand in hers and put it inside her open dress. My fingers warmed as I thrilled to the delicate fabric of her bra. Gwen smiled at me as she kissed me. Our tongues met as her nipple hardened beneath my fingers.

We were in a deep, soul probing kiss. My arms were around her, my hands on the full firmness of her bottom. Gwen stepped back from our embrace long enough to let her dress fall to the floor. Her body was emphasized rather than concealed by the short black, lace edged chemise. Her full breasts were more beautiful as they rose with her breathing.

Gwen took my hand in hers and twisted so I fell to the floor! Her judo throw effectively surprised me yet heightened my arousal. Gwen straddled my chest in a schoolyard pin leaving the crotch of her white nylon panties within inches of my face. As she opened my trousers, she spoke.

"I’m afraid you may not be ready for this but I want you!"

I raised my hips to pull my trousers and briefs down. Gwen stood over me as she yanked them off my legs. As suddenly as she threw me, she was lying on top of me. My face was trapped between her breasts as Gwen took complete control.

I was rock hard and panting as she released my face from the wonderful imprisonment of her breasts. She pulled her panty crotch aside and lowered herself onto my cock. Gwen reached back and squeezed my balls as she held my cock firmly in her cunt. She lifted herself and slowly descended on my cock once more. Relaxing and squeezing her vaginal muscles sent me into ecstasy as her juices flowed over me. Gwen began to moan as she revolved her hips. We exploded together.

Gwen lay back and spread her legs as he guided my face to her thighs. I licked her juices from her thighs as she pulled my face closer to her cunt. Her juices mingled with my cum as I ate her clean.

Gwen glowed with a relaxed and loving smile. "A rusty nail would be go well right now," she said as she handed me a plate of canapés. This woman was incredible. An unbelievably aggressive lover one minute and the perfect hostess the next.

I stood up and reached for my clothes.

"Not necessary. We’ll just have to undress you again." Gwen opened a small cabinet at the base of one of the bookshelves and handed me a folded robe and a pair of thin cotton briefs. As I started to put them on I realized it was a pair of light blue cotton panties.

"Just put them on and don’t be so uptight. Besides I think you’ll look sexy in them."

"Oh, I’ll try them." I complied. I felt a tingling as I adjusted the panties over my hips. The robe was a simple blue velour wrap style with white piping at the edge and along the lapels. It brushed the top of my knees,

"Nice legs," teased Gwen.

"I’m not sure why I’m doing this so don’t rub it in or I’ll get dressed."

"Oh really! It’ll just waste time undressing you later. Besides...I plan to teach you a whole new meaning to the idea of getting dressed." A wry, ironic smile crossed her face.

 

We sat at a small oak table in a little informal dining room off the kitchen. A bottle of medoc had been opened earlier so that it had "breathed" to perfection.

We sipped in silence as Gwen reached across the table and took my hand. Her stockinged foot had flipped open my robe and now rested momentarily on my thigh. A combination of gravity and will slid her foot onto my balls. She rotated her foot, massaging me through the thin cotton of the panties she had asked me to wear.

"We’ll have coffee later."

Gwen led me up the stairs. She managed to stay a few steps above me so that the movement of her magnificent bottom held my attention. The contrast of her white panties under the black silk of the chemise, of the delicate light skin of her thighs against the intensely black tops of her stockings were maddening. I had never conceived that such perfection could be aesthetic and arousing at once.

The bed covers had been turned down. Gwen pushed me back onto the cool white sheets. Her face was in my neck as her hand opened my robe. Her mouth was over mine as her fingers circled my nipple. I moaned, whimpered as her tongue deftly stimulated my nipples. Kneeling over me, she probed my navel with her very agile tongue. Suddenly her knees were on either side of my head as she flicked a drop of precum form the tip of my raging hardon. Her mouth enveloped my cockhead.

We were on our sides as she locked her muscular thighs around my head. Still, she managed to grind her wet panty crotch into my face. I gasped as my tongue groped for her slit thorough the juice soaked silken fabric. Gwen pulled the crotch aside as she pushed my face hard against her cunt. My tongue swirled over her hard clit. Her legs locked tight as she screamed in the ecstasy of an orgasm that drowned me in her delicious juices.

Gwen revived almost instantly and swallowed my cock. As I approached orgasm she squeezed the base of my cock between her fingers as she tightly crushed my balls with the other hand. The effect was beyond belief. I came from the tips of my toes. Every fiber of my being drove the cum from my throbbing cock deep into Gwen’s greedy mouth.

We collapsed in each other’s arms in relaxed light sleep.

Moments turned to hours as the rising moon flooded the room in bright pale light. We slowly explored each other’s body with eyes, with finger tips, with lips and tongues.

Gwen cuddled me from behind in a spoon position. Her hands cupped my breasts as her groin rested lightly against my bottom. I felt more relaxed and more secure than I felt in so very long. A deep, peaceful sleep followed.

I stirred in the early morning. It was as if a wonderfully erotic yet romantic dream had been turning to reality. Gwen’s hair brushed over my face as she deliberately teased me awake. Her robe fell open as she bent over me. Her fingers fluttered like butterflies across my balls. I was drawn to a sitting position with my feet on the floor.

Gwen eased herself between my legs and slowly knelt as she took my cock in her mouth. She sucked tenderly until I was hard. She rose to her feet, stood on the bed so she straddled me and then lowered herself to my lap taking my cock into her cunt as she did so. Her mouth enveloped mine as we melted together.

There was no movement. The heat of our bodies was centered in our genitals. Yet there was no sense of urgency. It was as if we wanted to merge together and stay together forever.

Gwen rose. She stepped through a door and moments later I heard a shower running. I followed the sound and for the first realized I needed to urinate. Gwen pulled me into the shower. "Your bladder must be bursting," she teased. Standing behind me, she reached around and lightly grasped my cock. "Go ahead little boy. Tinkle for me."

We laughed like children as she directed my stream of urine toward the drain.

"But nice little girls sit when they go," she said seriously.

She pressed her groin against my naked butt as she turned my face to hers. I twisted my head to meet her open mouth. Our tongues touched before our lips met. Gwen’s hands cupped my breasts as her fingers glided over my nipples.

As we stepped out of the shower Gwen wrapped me in a huge terry cloth towel. I watched her as she pulled on a white terry cloth robe. She pulled it tightly around her as if to dry herself and then let it open. The open robe framed her full, firm breasts and her pubic mound. Gwen patted me dry as I hugged the towel to my body.

Gwen produced a pair of white nylon briefs and a white chemise from somewhere. She held the panties in front of her and turned them so that the back was to her and the front to me. Holding the panties in front of her face. Gwen was every bit the Celtic priestess raising a libation to the god and goddess. Before stepping into the panties she skimmed them lightly over my now dry body. I began to stir. It struck me that I wanted her to allow me to step into the panties. So white, so sensual; they became the embodiment of innocence and of seduction, of vulnerability and of power!

Gwen smiled at me as she stepped into the chemise and adjusted it over her magnificent body. She was priestess and goddess. I was half erect but unsure. I wanted Gwen yet I wanted her lingerie as well!

I sat on the edge of the bed as Gwen turned her back to me. As she bent forward my eyes riveted to the curved seam where the crotch of her panties met the cleft of her butt cheeks. Gwen was uncanny; her every move, her every gesture appealed to what I thought were my innermost fetishes.

Gwen threw a pair of white cotton panties at me. I stepped into them. I raised my arms as she lowered a cotton camisole over my head. The effect in mirror was astounding. The picot edges of the wide straps added a seductive effect beyond what I could imagine would come form plain white cotton!

The image that looked back at me form the mirror could have easily been that of a young girl on the verge of puberty as that of a slender, effeminate man in his early twenties. I sat on a bench in front of the mirror as Gwen brushed my hair parting it in the middle. I sat in silent awe.

Soon I was in a pair of white short shorts and a baby blue tee. White socks and white tennis sneakers completed my ensemble. They were all the correct size. The odd element was the shorts had aback zipper; no fly...just a back zipper. These were girl’s shorts! But everything fit correctly! It was as if Gwen had prepared for my coming.

Gwen announced we would go for a walk. I decided an empty bladder was a good idea. Sitting to pee, I started to giggle. Gwen spoke from the adjacent dressing area. "I was right. Nice little girls sit when they go." We laughed in unison.

I really hadn’t even started to appear as a girl. I was a slender guy in shorts. They could just as well be guy shorts if you didn’t notice the location of the zipper. My shirt was deliberately not tucked in. I thought my shorts would be less conspicuous that way. And yet on some other level, I wanted to be noticed as a young girl!

Gwen was casually dressed too but in a more sophisticated, older style than was I. Penny loafers and knee socks, a tan a-line knee length skirt and a blue man tailored oxford cloth shirt were just right for an academic lady out for a late summer stroll.

We walked hand in hand away from the village. Soon we were seated in the dining room of a country inn. Our table at the window afforded us a view of a lovely cove and of the hills on the other side. We sipped coffee as we studied the menu. Gwen and I nibbled fresh fruit cups as we waited for the omelets we ordered.. Gwen sat back casually. She slowly drew her feet up to the edge of her chair so that her arms enfolded her legs and her chin rested on her knees. Gwen was winsomely beautiful. She managed to convey her overwhelming seductiveness in spontaneous, unaffected moves.

She swiveled as the waitress approached allowing her skirt to slide up her thighs and thrilling me with a glimpse of her shiny white panties. Gwen quickly smoothed her skirt in a gesture as seductive as it was modest.

The dining room was no longer just ours as we finished our breakfast. I realized I would have felt self-conscious in a crowded place dressed as I was in girls’ shorts. As we walked down the path Gwen pressed my hand in hers.

"You’ll get used to it. You really do want to be comfortable this way"

Again it was as if she read my mind, saw into my deepest fantasies.

Gwen smiled at me with that wry smile hers as we walked along the river bank. "They must have called you Jordie when you were a child. Jordan is a bit stuffy and ... well. I propose to call you Jodi when we’re alone."

My face grew warm as I felt myself blush. Before I could gather a response Gwen’s hand was on my bottom. She squeezed hard and then slid her arm around my waist. A few more steps and her hand was under the waistband of my shorts . It was exhilarating!

My heart raced as I slipped my arm around Gwen’s waist. Her hand was on my wrist. I expected her to push my arm from around her waist. No. To my delight my hand was pushed to Gwen’s bottom. I could feel the hem of her panties through the fabric of her chino skirt!

Gwen turned her face toward me and kissed me on the lips. My heart began to pound in my throat as we separated. A middle aged couple were walking quickly toward us!

"Excuse me ladies," said the gentleman. "We were out for a walk and seem lost. Could you direct us... I noticed you looking so closely at your sister’s face. Something in her eye? Perhaps I can help. I’m a physician"

Oh no, but thank you. It’s already out," responded Gwen.

For the second time that morning I blushed. My heart raced, my soul tingled. I had been taken for a girl! No makeup, no restyling my hair; just me in a girl’s shorts!

I wanted to scream in glee!

"When I was I child I was embarrassed when people thought I was a girl. Embarrassed and disappointed because I wasn’t and because I couldn’t have all the lovely things that girls could wear."

"But you’re grown now. You can grow to be the woman and the man you were meant to be. Oh Jodi. You’ve such potential, so much to offer. I‘ll help you realize what you really can be... what you really already are inside!"

We walked on hand in hand. As we rounded a bend in the path we saw a car parked on the grass. Out of state plates. Three loutish looking youths were sipping beer from cans.

"Hey! Look...girls !"

"Fun time," said a second as they rose to their feet.

"Gwen, just let’s go. I’m scared," I said trying to turn and run.

"Don’t be silly. I refuse to alter my path for a bunch of punks."

The three were standing in front of us now.

"I wonder who will have more fun," Gwen looked at me. "Them or us. Probably us."

The youth closest to Gwen reached toward her and opened his mouth as if to kiss her. Gwen grabbed the top of his wrist. She yanked him forward as he lunged at her. His weight and thrust made it all the more easy for Gwen to pull him off balance. As he fell forward her knee pistoned into his crotch. He bellowed in agony. Clutching his balls, he fell to his knees and puking up the beer he had been drinking. The others stood in shocked silence.

For the first time in my life I didn’t run from a fight. I instinctively brought a round house right to the jaw of the one nearest me. He was dazed. I grabbed his hair in both my hands and shook him. Swinging him off balance, I released my grip on his hair and smashed my fist into his ribs. He fell over sideways. As he rose to one knee I smashed my right fist straight into his face. Blood spurted from his nose. I was grinning in ecstasy. I delivered a barrage of slaps across his face. He was defeated, helpless! A kick to his back dropped him flat on his face.

I glanced at Gwen who had the third youth in an arm bar. The look of terror on his face was priceless.

"Jodi, should I break his arm off?"

"That might be fun but one of these poor darlings has to drive that wreck back to the slum state they’re from."

Gwen applied pressure to the hold. The punk whimpered as tears ran down his cheeks. Gwen’s first victim was beginning to stir. As he attempted to rise to his feet I yanked his head backward by his hair. He fell on his back.

My victim was sitting up. I approached him menacingly.

"No, no. Please...Enough, enough. You broke my nose." He seemed to almost doubt the evidence of his senses.

"Get up slowly and get in the back seat of the car." He obeyed.

Gwen released the arm hold as she kicked the hapless man in the ribs.

He dragged his companion to his feet and helped him into the car.

"Damned bitches!"

"How dare you?" I was emboldened, exhilarated by my success in the fight.

I caught up with him as he was about to slide behind the wheel. He tried to assume a fighting stance but he had no real fight in him. I drove my left fist into his belly and raked my finger nails across his face. He panted trying to catch his breath.

"No more, let me go."

Gwen stood laughing as the car sped away over the horizon.

"Gwen, you were marvelous! You could have destroyed all three."

"You did very well yourself for someone who wanted to run."

"Something just came to memory. I was about four or five. My cousin Irene and I were playing on her porch. We took doll carriages down to the sidewalk. Some boys came and teased me for playing dolls. I ran crying onto the porch. Irene face them down and they ran off.

"Today I didn’t run. Even though they saw me as a girl, I was able to humiliate them! Maybe it was because they saw me as a girl that I was so able to stand my ground. My anger and fear just impelled me to hit out.... Gwen , it felt so good ... I’m not sure I can ever do that again."

"Of course you will. I’ll work with you to empower you in many, many ways"

With that cryptic remark we started home.

After our walk back to Gwen’s, I showered and dressed in the clothes I had worn the afternoon before. As I dressed I realized my white Jockey shorts had been replaced with a yellow cotton panty briefs. I slid them on with not the slightest hesitation. I left the top two buttons of my shirt open and turned the back of the collar up in a fashion popular with young women at the time. My lack of chest hair added to my femme appearance.

Gwen entered the room. Wordlessly she turned my face toward her. Her fingers went through my hair pushing it down into a pixie style. She turned me toward the mirror. An attractive young woman stared back at me!

 

A few hours later I sat staring pensively at the fire in my rented house.

I had spent a day with Gwen. She put me in touch with fantasies I had been denying since I was a child. I was never an effective boy or man. I had always envied girls so much for what they had; their clothes, their underthings, their privilege of being soft or hard, weak or strong emotionally and even physically. I had never thought of myself as a girl but I just wanted to be like them; to do all the things they could do, to wear all the lovely things they wore, to play their games.

I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep, relaxed and restful sleep.

The pot of coffee smelled so good as the phone rang. Gwen called to make sure I was awake as she was sending someone over with a few things for me. We were going to take a drive and have lunch together.

I sat in the breakfast nook nibbling my buttered toast and sipping coffee. A knock at the back door made my heart race. I was excited at finding out what Gwen had sent me.

I opened the door to a teen-ager of medium height.

"Hi. Dr. Laurent asked me to leave some packages with you."

She pointed to some boxes she had set down in the doorway.

Her darkly tanned skin set off her large dark eyes. Perfect teeth gave her smile a glow that was quite attractive.

I was suddenly puzzled even as I was about to ask her in. I wasn’t quite sure whether this was a boy or a girl! A loosely fitting sweatshirt with the name of the local high school obscured any breast development she might have had. The musically mellow voice could have belonged to a young boy as well as a girl. She pushed her pageboy styled black hair away from her face in a gesture that could only have been a girl’s.

"Shall I bring these in?"

"Yes, please. Please bring them in. That’s very kind of you."

She knelt down to pick up the packages causing her sweatshirt to gap above the waist line of her cut off jeans. A thin band of pink elastic attached to pink cotton reassured me that this was a girl; an attractive girl approaching the end of her teen years.

"Do have some coffee. Care for some pastry with it?"

"Coffee sounds great! But no pastry. My figure you know." She giggled playfully.

"I hope you didn’t have to carry those boxes far."

"Oh no, not all. Just to and from my car."

I was pleased that she was old enough to drive, eighteen being the driving age at that time.

"My name’s Ronnie. Dr. Laurent told me about you. I hope you start a modern dance club or something. I’m not in the school but I would love to learn modern dance. It’s so free, so creative.

"It’s warm in here. Okay if I take off my sweatshirt?"

Before I could reply she tugged the sweat shirt up taking her tee-shirt up with it. I felt like a voyeur as she revealed the bottom curves of her small but perfectly round breasts. Her midsection was paler than the rest of her suggesting she had been in a one piece swimsuit while she got her tan. She adjusted the tee shirt to a more modest level. "How do you know Dr. Laurent if you’re not in the school?"

"She’s the coach of judo club I joined. She’s so neat... really helped me develop in so many great ways!

Her unaffected enthusiasm and bubbly personality could only belong to girl. Teen boys were too guarded, lacked the confidence to be as spontaneous as Ronnie.

"Dr. Laurent wanted me to make sure you know to read her note before you open the packages."

I tried to be non-chalant opening the note. As I read I felt my soul stir.

Dear Jodi:

These things will help you take your first steps in

becoming the person you need to be in order to be,

to do all the things that will make you whole.

Open them after Ronnie leaves. But let your

feelings lead you to react with this lovely being

whom I recreated when all seemed lost.

Affectionately,

Gwen

Ronnie was looking at me intensely. She folded her legs in the half lotus position affording me a generous view of the crotch of her cut-off. The fabric had been cut narrowly enough that the hem of her panty crotch was plainly visible. I was awed by the sexual power of this seemingly innocent girl.

"Dr. Laurent didn’t say how really cute you are." She averted her eyes and giggling awkwardly as she did so. "I guess I messed up. Sorry."

"Oh please don’t be. That’s part of your charm...Your openness is delightful. And I’m really quite flattered at being noticed by a lovely young lady."

Ronnie looked up at me as I stood in front of her. Her eyes were full of tears.

"I guess I like you, like you like... I want you to like me . I mean be really close, like ...You know, be in love, make love to each other!"

Ronnie used her muscular legs to rise to a stand from the half lotus position. Standing on the chair as she was, she towered over me. Tears ran down her cheeks as she put her hands on the sides of my head and drew my face against her belly. The warmth of her body against my face was exhilarating.

"I have to go. I’m really sorry I bothered you. Forgive me for telling you how I feel."

Ronnie stepped off the chair, kissed me lightly on the cheek and walked out the door.

"I’m okay," she called over her shoulder. "I’ll see you later."

 

I was taken aback by the intensity of Ronni’s confession. It seemed other than an instant schoolgirl crush. I was concerned for several reasons. I was having an affair with Gwen yet I was unquestionably attracted to Ronnie who was probably closer to my age than I was to Gwen’s. I also feared that the sudden outpouring of feelings and my failure to react positively might lead Ronnie to react with depression.

I phoned Gwen.

 

"Jodi, just relax. Ronnie phoned me and she’ll be fine. She’s at a stage where she needs a special romance."

"Yes, but we... I mean that would be disloyal to you."

"Really Jodi. Don’t be so dark ages. This is the fifties. I can put the needs of this girl above my own for a few weeks. Besides, don’t tell me you’re not aroused by her. And you, my love have to go through some other kinds of loves before we bond once and for all.

"Now go upstairs and open your things. I’ll be over soon."

I opened the packages and spread the contents on the bed in the spare bedroom.

I drew a slow deep breath as I stood back and scanned what Gwen had sent. In one box were three pair of cotton panties in pink, powder blue and yellow, and very absorbent, along with rather bright cotton tank tops and athletic shorts.

I realized that I was to exercise in this stuff.

My reverie was interrupted by a car pulling into my driveway. The car door slammed shut. A few minutes later I heard footsteps approaching.

Gwen opened the door.

"I locked the doors before I came up," I said with a start. "How did you get in?"

"Silly. I have a key. Owners often have keys to houses they rent out."

"Darn, Gwen! You must have really seen to it that I found every reason to be here. Why didn’t you tell me this is your house?"

I turned to look at her. I had never realized how solidly muscular her thighs were. Not massive; just sculpted. She wore loose fitting navy shorts, a white tank top, powder blue socks and sneakers.

"Stop drooling," teased Gwen. "Now put this stuff on. We’re going for a run."

"I can’t run. I’ve never done that ..."

"Just shut your mouth."

I was startled by the intensity and firmness of her command. I stared at Gwen. A slap reminded me that Gwen was very much in charge!

"Oww. Gwen, you didn’t have to slap me so hard."

"Just do as your told." Her voice was cold.

I stripped to the buff and donned the blue panties. Gwen put her hand behind my head and kissed me fully on the mouth. A slap on my balls jarred me back to reality.

"Jodi. Really! Tuck your self into your panties better than that."

Soon I was the perfect image of a young girl out for a run. (Remember that this was decades before the current passion for jogging.)

A moment or two later we were on the road and running.

The warm September sunshine felt good as we ran along the country roads. After about half an hour Gwen suggested a halt.

"I’m quite pleased. Jodi, you’re doing well. We’ve covered over four miles. We’ll walk back or you’ll be one big ache in the morning."

Gwen led me through a few basic stretching movements. A few passing cars slowed to get a better look at the two "women" athletes. I realized that the hem of my panties was plainly visible under my shorts especially when I bent forward or twisted. I was embarrassed at first but then delighted that I was turning guys on!

I took Gwen’s hand as we cut across the rough surfaced grassy areas. Her hand pressed on mine. She kissed me lightly on the lips.

This new affection emboldened me to put my hand on Gwen’s shapely bottom. Suddenly I was on my back panting for breath. Gwen had executed a hip-roll which left me sprawled on my back with the wind knocked out of me. She still held my wrist.

"Don’t make me think I liked you better before we started recreating you! "

I cried out as the pressure on my wrist became quite painful.

"Be a good little girl and don’t try to initiate anything. You don’t know where people congregate around here. Just let me take charge or I’ll have to treat you like a naughty, disobedient little girl."

Somehow Gwen managed to sound both teasing and menacing. I was intimidated even as I felt an electric tingle in my groin. I was being turned on by Gwen’s absolute physical and emotional power over me!

 

The rest of the walk was uneventful. Gwen kissed me lightly on the lips at the backdoor of my rented cottage. Her tongue brushed lightly over my lips as she grasped my balls and squeezed. I yelped. Gwen patted my cheek as I looked at her. She turned and was gone.

The phone rang a few minutes later.

"Hi!," an energetic voice answered. "Jodi, this is Ronnie. I’m coming over." She hung up before I could respond.

A few minutes later I heard a car pull up. A knock at the door and Ronnie entered without a word from me.

The girl looked quite different form the way she looked in the morning. A blue cotton shirtwaist dress was fitted on top and flared out in a full skirt. Stockings and modest heels showed of her shapely legs to advantage.

"I can see you’re impressed," she said as she twirled showing off the layers of petticoats that shaped the skirt. She was right on target . I was starting to be turned on by her energy as much as I was turned on by Gwen’s worldliness and power.

"Oh dear, you need a shower."

She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. She adjusted the shower water as I stripped off my feminine running things.

"This is so bizarre," I announced as I stood naked but for the cotton panties before this beautiful young girl.

"I guess," responded Ronnie. "Get used to it. Dr. Laurent wants me to live here with you."

"Please leave and let me shower and change."

"Make me."

I grabbed for her wrist. That turned out to be a mistake!

Ronnie turned me as she swung her leg and swept my feet out form under me.

I got to my feet and went after her. She threw an arm across my chest as she stepped behind me. Her judo throw dropped me on my back. A knee dropped into my stomach knocking the wind out of me!

"Really. That was so silly of you." Ronnie giggled as she straddled me.

She raised her skirt and petticoats offering me a full view of black nylon panties. Her thighs were gloriously muscular above the dark welts of her stocking tops.

Rising to her feet, she looked down at me with a smugly triumphant smile.

"Ohhh, you liked that. You’re growing!"

She was laughing at the intense erection she had given me. Her teasing only heightened my arousal.

Ronnie knelt over me and eased my panties down. My cock sprang free.

"Oh that looks so yummy! Besides, I started it so I have to finish it!"

Her hand wrapped over my cockhead. The soft finger tips traced the rim, slid down the shaft and came to rest lightly on my balls. Precum was beading at the tip. A flick of the tongue and it was gone.

Ronnie straddled my head as she faced my feet. Bending forward she enveloped my cockhead with her warm mouth. Her tongue caressed the sensitive skin at the rim of the head. I was moaning and quivering. The fingers of one hand massaged the shaft while her other hand played with my balls. I screamed as I came.

"Now go shower."

I showered quickly wondering what Gwen intended for me in this new relationship with Ronnie.

A pair of panties was on the bed waiting for me. I knew better than to question the intent. I put them on and looked at myself in the full length mirror. The white stretchy nylon (lycra wasn’t around yet) accented my genitals while flattering my feminine bottom. I smiled at my reflection.

Ronnie had left a pair of suntan trousers and a blue shirt on a hanger on the closet door. I finished dressing.

I went downstairs to find Ronnie in the living room sipping a coke. Ronni’s car, a powder blue Olds convertible was in the driveway.

"I’ll drive. You don’t know where we’re going."

We were soon heading toward a larger town a number of miles away.

 

Ronni parked the car in front of an impressive early nineteenth century house. A number of couples were visible through the windows in what was certainly a restaurant. We were greeted by a stately lady as we entered. Something struck me as odd as I scanned the tables; there were few men. Most tables were occupied by pairs of women. All of them were attractive and tastefully dressed. They varied in age from teenage school girls to mature women easily in their late forties or beyond.

We were soon seated and sipping wine. Ronni rested her hand on mine. She was dazzlingly pretty in the soft light. Neither of us were really hungry so we ordered a variety of hors d’oeuvres.

Ronni took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a small sitting room. She put her arms around me and kissed me slowly, deeply. I felt her opening my belt buckle. My trousers fell to the floor. Deft fingers opened my shirt. Her mouth found my nipples.

"Jodi, this is Madame. She wants to meet you."

I stood in my panties knowing I should have been embarrassed but remained perfectly in control.

Madame was rather attractive in a strange way. She wore black patent opera pumps with dark seamed stockings. A dark gray tailored suit set off her curves to perfection. She unbuttoned the jacket to reveal a black longline bra!

"Tell Dr. Laurent that I will provide a variety of things for all the persona she must have."

I was puzzled and upset at the way this woman had studied me. I wanted to know what these "things" were to be. I realized that Gwen was having me go through some sort of evolutionary process which was to strengthen me emotionally , physically and spiritually. A few weeks ago I might have said that it was painfully evident that I would be a female through much of this process. Now I was thrilled with the anticipation of becoming the powerful, capable female that Gwen could teach me to be.

Ronni pushed me back onto a couch against the wall. A new makeup kit was on a table next to it. She placed her hand under my chin and turned my face to the light as she began applying a foundation to face. Soon a lipstick brush was in her hand putting the finishing touches on my makeup.

Ronni combed my hair into a pixie style before she led me to the mirror. I was awed by the slender girl in panties who stared back at me! Tears filled my eyes. I had never felt attractive or desirable before this moment. Now I knew that I was beautiful, that with time and a proper wardrobe I could turn heads in any setting!

I sat back on the bench, my heart pounding with excitement and joy at the adventure that lay ahead. Ronni bent forward and kissed me. I ran my hands up her legs and fondled her thighs. My hands cupped her ass as she stood straddling my thighs. She reached under her skirts and pulled her panty crotch aside.

Her skirt and petticoats were up above her waist. As she pulled her panties aside, I was startled to see that Ronni had a large, hard cock! I was thrilled to learn that Ronni was a young man. Instinctively I ran my tongue over her cockhead. I held the shaft as I kissed the tip, took the head in my mouth. Ronni squirmed and whimpered assuring me my instincts were enough to satisfy me new lover. I pushed Ronni to the floor and crawled next to her . I hungrily licked her balls before turning my attention back to her raging hardon. I kissed my way from the base of the shaft to the head, enveloped the head and nursed on it as Ronni moaned. After a few minutes I swallowed as much of the shaft as I dared, I moved my entire head up and down as Ronni raised and lowered her hips to my pace. I went back to sucking the head as I massaged the shaft with my fingers. A scream and Ronni’s warm cum filled my mouth as her passion filled my soul!

Ronni handed me a white chemise which slipped on over the panties I wore. I put my blue shirt back on but left it unbuttoned enough for the white lace edge of the chemise to show. My trousers were replaced by a tan a-line skirt. Socks and penny loafers completed my ensemble. I looked every bit the healthy outdoor type coed.

Ronni pointed the car back home. Before leaving the town we pulled into a gas station. I noticed the attendant staring at my legs. "Let me make his day," I whispered to Ronni. I rested my feet on the dashboard allowing my skirt to fall back on my thighs. The attendant almost fainted when he saw my panties.

Giggling, I kissed Ronni on the ear as the car pulled out of the gas station.

Ronni explained to me that there would be strength training, judo lessons as well as grooming training. I was as excited as a schoolgirl. But then again, that is just what I had become!

Late the next morning I met Gwen in her study. I smoothed my skirt under me as I at down on the couch. I demurely crossed my legs being careful not to reveal too much thigh as I did so. I pulled my skirt over my knees.

"You have instant mastery of female movements. I’m quite sure that the girl within you has been close to surfacing for too long."

"Thanks Gwen. I know you’re right. Let me ask you...Are all the girls in the school like Ronni?"

"Many are. Ronni is different. She’s a townie I took under my wing. So much better off as a girl than she ever was or could have been as a boy.

"Many of the girl’s have been sent here to perfect their conversion to total female existence. Some of the others have no idea of what their school mates are all about. Others among the genetic girls do know and are here to learn techniques of femininization and control so they can "convert" males. Some will convert males to full time womanhood, others will "convert" men for shorter periods. Some men need to be treated as bad girls to be absolved of their guilt. As Celtic priestesses my girls are well qualified in every physical, spiritual and psychological aspect of absolution. They are trained in martial arts to punish those who try to dominate them."

"I see. Really so very formidable. Explains why you and Ronni could handle me so readily. I guess I’m no challenge though."

"As Jordan you’re not much physically but be assured that Jodi will soon be a powerful and well trained martial arts adept."

I rose, smoothed my skirt and left.

Getting in my car was another task that I enjoyed. Walking to my parking space, I thought about how to do it. It depends on how I wished to balance the demure and the provocative aspects of being a woman. It was becoming increasingly apparent that the simplest activity of everyday life could give a woman power and control. This was wonderful!

I opened the car door, backed ino the seat and pivoted my legs, knees together into a front facing position behind the wheel.

Next stop was the ladies’ specialty shop in town. I decided to buy the white chemise and matching panties I had seen on my first excursion into the village. "Can I see them in black?" I said to the saleswoman. It was wonderful being treated as a woman!

A few days later the students arrived. I was available to counsel any of the girls interested in dance history or music history.

I had coffee with Gwen later in the morning.

"Jodi, this is going so well. Many of the parents who spoke with you are delighted the new faculty member is a young and very attractive woman."

"Well thanks. I feel more comfortable as I am now than I’ve felt for a long time. This is more me than .."

"Let’s talk about that another time. Do you think you could teach modern dance as a woman? The girls have been asking since they saw you. Ronni will take you to Madame for leotards, tights and other paraphernalia you may need."

"Ohhh, that’s so exciting. But can I pass in a leotard?"

A knowing smile was all the answer Gwen gave me.

 

Ronni and I drove to see Madame that Saturday. Ronni wanted to show me some of the area so we decided to turn it into a weekend excursion. After visiting a few historic sites we checked into a local inn.

A large single room with a sitting area and wood burning fire place over looked a deep water cove. A working lighthouse was visible in the distance.

I showered while Ronni sat on the front porch sketching. I put on black tailored panties, a black garter belt and matching bra. I sat at the dressing table in the tiny corridor outside the bathroom and did my makeup. It was so wonderful and so natural.

I put on a black, lace-edged slip before sitting on the bed to put on my stockings. As I fastened the garters Ronni entered.

"Oh, I’m sorry," she said. "I didn’t mean to walk in on you.."

"Really, how can you say that? You know me rather too well for false modesty."

"I know but I didn’t want you to think me too forward or too something..."

I stepped in a basic black sheath, zipped it up and slipped on black suede pumps. I put on a pearl necklace loaned to me by Gwen. My watch went over my elbow length gloves. I was thrilled with my reflection as I hooked the earrings to my newly pierced ears.

Ronni had showered and was sliding lace trimmed white silk panties over her legs. Her deftness in tucking herself and adjusting the panties was so very sexy.

I helped her fasten her white long-line bra. She slid the attached garters under her panties before rolling the stockings over her sculpted, muscular young legs. A tight bodice affixed to a full skirt held out by a froth of petticoats gave this young boy an air of sexual sophistication that few women could ever hope to match. I could only think of Ronni as the girl she appeared to be in any clothing.

 

We had a delightfully delicious and leisurely dinner. We returned to the room for coffee and Fra Angelico. A fire had been lighted. The lighthouse sent its beam over the sea. We turned down the lights.

Ronni put her hand in mine and led me onto the balcony of our room. She leaned her back against me as I wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me. Not quite a kiss but her lips brushed sensually.

"It’s cold out here. Come inside and warm me." Ronni had such expressive eyes.

She poured two cups of espresso and lay down on her side facing the fire. I hiked my skirt and started to sit.

"Take off your dress or it’ll get all wrinkled," said Ronni matter of factly. "Please..for me. I want to see your curves under that cute slip you have on."

I let the dress fall and stepped out of it. Ronni rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around my thighs. I felt my slip rise as Ronni caressed my legs. Her fingers stroked the back of my knees. He lips kissed my bare thighs above the tops of my stockings.

Ronni unzipped her own dress and stood to get free of it. It was Venus rising form a sea of petticoats.

We knelt facing each other. I reached out and felt the smoothness of Ronni’s cheeks, the silkiness of her hair. She took my hand and kissed the palm.

I was on my back with Ronni kneeling over me, kissing my legs my shoulders, burying her tongue in my mouth.

Ronni carried me to the bed. She unhooked my bra managing to remove it while leaving me in my slip and panties. She kissed my stockinged feet sending shivers of arousal through my being.

I pulled Ronni on top of me burying my face in her neck. Whimpering, quivering she started to suck my breasts. It wa a new sensation and thrilled me to ever greater arousal.

Ronni stood on the bed and wiggled her panties down over her hips. She dropped them over my face. I pulled Ronni to the bed and nibbled her balls. My tongue traced the bottom of her shaft. She was not passive. Ronni pulled my panty crotch aside and tongued the sensitive area between my balls and my hole. She playfully nipped the back of my scrotum. Our cocks were throbbing when we finally ate each other. I was in a trance as I shot long throbbing orgasm into Ronni’s mouth. An instant later her delicious cum warmed me, baptized me into a new kind of sex.

We lay warm against each other as we felt our arousal returning despite the intensity of our mutual orgasm. I cupped Ronni’s balls in my hand as I felt her harden.

My cock felt the cool lubricant. Ronni straddled me and lowered herself onto my very hard cock. It was wonderful. So different from being inside a woman. So much more arousing and yet satisfying at the same time.

Ronni clamped her sphincter and relaxed it. The variation in pressure was driving me wild. I rolled my hips as Ronni bounced up and down. I soon came inside my trannie lover.

"Oh Ronni. This is so great. My first time like this,"

"Mine too, and I wanted it to be with you from the day I met you."

I lubricated Rooni after stroking her to full erection. I lay on my back and drew my knees to my chest. Ronni kissed me as she slid her cock into me. Ronni’s cock was tight inside me but didn’t hurt. Well, not after that first burning thrust. So intense, so good but over too soon. Ronni lay spent on top of me as I caressed her bottom.

We awoke the next morning in each other’s arms and in each other’s life for a very long time to come.

A few days later I introduced myself to the students at a first day convocation. I looked pretty, passable and demure. I stood at the lectern and surveyed the girls who were seated in the tiered amphitheater. I wondered which were genetic girls and which were like me. The girls were relaxed and sat in artless but very seductive positions. Open thighs showed a variety of panty crotches. Warm, firm thighs framed the textures and colors. In some of them were the extra treasures that made girls like Ronni especially desirable and rendered them more satisfying as lovers than any genetic girl could ever hope to be. And I fully intended to teach these special students all the arts of love that I had so recently learned.

"Ladies, my name is Dr. Jodi Matthews," I began my introduction and with it my commitment to be part of the Janus Academy for a very long time to come.

 

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

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