Jasmine Cally Vail – The Awakening

by

G. L. Hudson

 

CHAPTER TEN

Saturday morning we had breakfast and prepared for the salon appointment. Jasmine was only shaving every other day, but this was one of those days. There was very little facial hair left, and her face was looking much softer without that beard. She no longer used beard cover, and the overall amount of foundation was much less, also. When fully made up she looked much more realistic and less plastic. I had her put on just a touch of foundation and blush, along with some lipstick. No girl should ever go out without her lipstick.

She put on a pink , v-neck angora sweater and a pair of tight jeans for her appointment. She put in small studs for each of her earrings and she was ready. I drove her to Gina's salon and brought along a small digital camera so that I could take pictures of her transformation. This was Jasmine's big day and she was excited. I had told her that I had something special planned for the evening and she was going to have to dress very elegant. But she had no idea where we were going.

Gina met us and took us to her station. She began removing the extensions and commenting on Jasmine's hair. "Jasmine, your hair has grown nicely over the last 2 months. Probably more than I would have expected. That's good for your style, but the extensions were getting too far away from your scalp. That's why you were starting to lose some hair. But that won't matter now."

"So is her hair long enough for the style that you mentioned, Gina? The graduated …"

"Graduated blunt. It's also called a bob. Bobs can be all kinds of lengths. Jasmine's is a little shorter than what I had originally envisioned, but it will be fine. I've done bobs with hair a full inch shorter than this, and up to 2 inches longer, although we made same other changes. This hair will be great for you, Jasmine. Being a little on the short side, it will last longer before we have to start trimming."

"What if I don't want to trim? What if I want it to grow long? Is this a good style from which I can do that?"

"Absolutely, Jasmine. This is a wonderful style with all kinds of potential. You're going to love the style. Its real easy to care for, it gives you great freedom of movement and is more versatile than you think."

It took Gina about 30 minutes to remove all of the extensions and prepare Jasmine's hair for the next step. Jasmine quietly sat in the chair, her pink cape covering her, and she intently watched in the mirror as Gina went through her procedures.

Next, we're going to color your hair. You have a deep brunette color and I'm going to lighten that to a warm reddish brown. The shade will compliment your eyes, and the color saturation will give your hair a much nicer tone. It will look shinier and healthier. Gina then parted Jasmine's hair down the middle. On each side she again parted the hair from the crown down behind each ear. Pinning the hair out of the way, she now had Jasmine's hair parted into quadrants.

Gina had another beautician bring her the bottles and bowls with the hair coloring already in them. Gina started with the hair in front and using the pointed applicator on the bottle, she parted a small section and squeezed out the color. She started about one inch away from the scalp and covered the hair out to the end of the shaft.

"Your hair doesn't color at the same rate from the scalp to the end," she explained. "The first inch or so of the hair shaft absorbs the color much faster than the rest of the shaft. That's why I'm starting at the mid shaft and coloring only towards the end." As she explained what she was doing, her hands flew through Jasmine's hair. She parted, applied color and massaged it into the hair, sectioned the next area and repeated the process.

"The color looks like it is absorbing nicely. Sometimes we have to compensate for permed or damaged hair, but your hair is in good condition Jasmine. I always start at the crown of the head and as I color each section I can take the wet hair and lay it over the top of you head. That makes it easier to take the lower section and work on it without any other hair getting in the way."

"So how do you handle the roots?" Jasmine asked.

"First I'll color the mid shaft to the end all the way around your head. Then we set the timer and wait 25 minutes for it to soak in. Then I come back and I repeat the entire process, but I concentrate on the roots. You'll see how it's done."

Gina continued working down the first quadrant and finished coloring all of the hair in only 10 minutes. She switched to the other side, and quickly sectioned a bit of hair, squeezed the bottle and oozed the coloring onto the hair, then massaged it in. Another 10 minutes and the second quadrant was finished.

"The back is essentially the same, but I don't use the bottle applicator anymore." She picked up one of the bowls and moved it closer to the chair. "From this point on I use a brush." She parted a section of hair, painted the coloring onto the hair while using her free hand to massage the coloring into the hair. Section by section she colored, laid the hair over the top of Jasmine's head and moved to the next section. It took Gina less than 15 minutes to finish the rear two quadrants. "Set the timer for 25 minutes and I'll be back to color your roots. Would you like a magazine or something to drink while you're waiting?"

"Yes, please. A diet coke."

"Would you like anything Karen?"

I ordered the same. While waiting for Gina to return, I took several pictures of Jasmine. "You look really cute with your hair all gooped up," I said. She let me take several pictures of her sticking her tongue out at me. "Are you enjoying this?"

Her eyes closed and a smile spread across her face. "Karen, I can't begin to explain how I feel. This is so great. I feel so feminine, so sexy, so horny – you wouldn't believe what an erection I have. I love the aromas, the feel of Gina taking my hair and working with it. I don't even mind the slimy feel of my hair right now. This is just so great … it's almost better than sex. In fact, right now I think it is better than sex."

"Is that a slap in my face? Is sex with me that lousy?" I grinned as I teased her.

"Karen, I love sex with you, but right now I am in heaven."

Gina came back from her break and announced, "Times up. Now we do the roots. This will go much faster." She again started with the front quadrant and using the brush, painted the part down the middle of Jasmine's head. She applied a large amount of the coloring in the part. Then she began sectioning hair and painting the roots with the brush. It seemed like the whole process only took 15 minutes or less. Gina finished brushing coloring onto the roots then set the timer again. "This time we will wait 20 minutes."

I took a few more pictures. "You are going to look so hot tonight. I can't wait to show you off to the rest of the world."

"So where are we going tonight?"

I didn't want to worry her. I wanted her to enjoy the experience. "That is top secret. I'll tell you when we get there. But I can tell you this, never in a million years would you be able to guess where we're going."

"Sounds mysterious," she giggled.

Gina returned and led Jasmine to the sinks. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs and leaned back with her neck resting on the sink. Gina checked the water temperature, then took the spray hose and began washing the color out of Jasmine's hair. She massaged the hair and squeezed the color out for several minutes, while Jasmine laid there with her eyes closed.

"The color came out great. It's a little darker now than it will be when it's dry, but I think you'll love the results. I'm going to use a mild shampoo and shampoo your hair, then we'll go cut and style it." Gina massaged the shampoo into Jasmine's hair, building up a lovely set of suds. She rinsed the shampoo and wrapped a towel around the hair. She gently lifted Jasmine's head and helped her out of the chair. "Back home," Gina said as she led Jasmine back to Gina's station.

Gina swung the chair around so Jasmine could watch in the mirror. Gina blotted Jasmine's hair with the towel then tossed the towel aside. "How do you like the color?" she asked Jasmine.

"Wow! It looks so much different. Richer. I like it," she pronounced.

"Good, now we're going to cut it. As I said before, I'm going to cut what we call a graduated blunt. The hair will be long, hanging to just under your chin and jaw bone. This is a really cute style, but not all women can wear it."

"Why's that?"

"It accents the neck and shoulders. Large women don't look good with the neck exposed. This cut works best on smaller women, especially those with a long thin neck and smaller facial figures. A large nose sticks out of this style and ruins the lines. You should look really cute with this, Jasmine."

"Super," Jasmine giggled as she wiggled to a more comfortable position in her chair.

Gina used a comb to remove all of the tangles in Jasmine's hair. Then she parted the hair down the crown of her head, from the forehead to the back of the neck. Next she sectioned the hair at a 45 degree angle in the back. The high point was half way up the part and the lower point was behind the ear. She pinned the hair out of the way. Gina did this on both sides of Jasmine's head leaving a triangle of hair at the nape of her neck. Gina sectioned the lower one inch of this triangle and pinned the rest up out of the way. Using a comb as a guide, she cut the hair at a slight angle; lower on the outside of the head and higher towards the middle. She did this on both sides. Holding the hair in her hand, she used the tips of the scissors to point the hair; she cut tiny Vs in the hair across the length.

"What I've just done is point the hair on the nape of you neck. It will make it feathery when dry and gives a soft lower line to your style. Now I'm going to work up this triangle we have here, and cut the rest of this hair to the same length." Gina spun Jasmine's chair around and handed her a mirror so she could see what Gina was describing. "This loose hair on you neck, below the scalp, I'll use a razor to shave that off when we are completely done with the cut. You are going to have a long neck line and it will be very important to keep it clean. I'd suggest shaving the back of you neck at least every other day."

"I can do that," Jasmine said. "It won't be long 'til I won't be shaving my face at all, so this should be a quick little chore."

"That a girl, Jasmine." Gina finished cutting the triangle area to the same length as the nape hair. "Now I'm going to cut the sides. First I release about half an inch of the hair that I have already parted. Nest, we comb it straight down." Gina was going through each action as she described it to Jasmine. Jasmine held her mirror in front of her so that she could follow the progress in the large mirror behind them. "After combing the hair straight down, I grip it between my fingers and cut a smooth straight line." Gina cut the hair then combed it down several times to make sure it was lying the way that she wanted.

"Ok, now we repeat and work our way around the side. Each time we release a bit of hair, we're taking some strands from higher up your crown. The hair from you crown will actually be longer than the lower hair. It will look like the top hair is extending from the crown all the way to the cut and covering the lower hair underneath. It gives a very pretty and very clean line. As we work our way up we now reach hair that is hanging over your ear. This is a little more complicated here, but the effect is the same. I'm going to cut the hair a bit longer as we work our way to the front. Not much, and when it is curled under ever so slightly, it looks even all the way around. When we finish cutting you hair, I'll blow it dry and show you how it would look if left perfectly straight, just so you know. I still plan on giving you a wet set and curl your hair for tonight, but you need to know what it will look like after you wash the curls out."

Gina was a gem. She was so good at explaining everything, I was sure Jasmine understood perfectly. She finished the first side and started the second. She repeated a mantra as she went along, "Release the hair, comb in its natural fall, grip and cut to the established guide length." She repeated the mantra twice then smiled at Jasmine, "Do you think you could do this yourself?"

Jasmine laughed, "Probably not in our lifetime. I'll leave it to the great artist Gina."

"Why thank you, dear. I do like to believe that this is an artistic process."

"It sure is," we both agreed.

Gina finished the side. "Now we have the front left. There are several options here." She spun the chair around so that Jasmine could look into the big mirror. "We can leave it like this, with it parted in the middle and laid back to each side. Some women prefer this method because they don't like the feel of hair falling down on their forehead. But my recommendation is to let me pull a small amount of hair down the front and cut bangs. Now we can do long bangs or short bangs, thick bangs or thin bangs. If it were me, I'd go with short bangs, but thin. That would look good with straight or curly styling. What would you prefer?'

"Karen, help me. I don't know what to choose."

"When I'm not sure I usually defer to the judgment of the artiste. Unless of course you feel strongly one way or another," I offered.

"Gina, you've done a beautiful job so far, I defer to your expertise."

"Good choice, Jasmine. Short and thin it is." Gina pulled hair from both sides and combed it straight over Jasmine's face. Then she formed a nice part about an inch up the crown and combed any extra hair back to the sides. She pinned the side hair out of the way, then using her fingers to hold the hair she cut it slightly above the eyebrows. "When it dries it'll lay higher.

"Ok, we're done cutting, Jasmine. Next I will show you how to blow dry your hair. This will be your daily procedure for styling your hair. When we're done, I'll take you back to the sink, wet your hair and set it for you." Gina took a brush and her hair blower and began to dry the hair. "Brush the hair away from the scalp and blow the air in this direction. You're lifting the hair to give it more body. Towards the bottom, use your brush to curl the hair under and blow the hot air over the brush. This style looks best with the bottom of the hair curled under. You can do just the front or all the way around. I personally like to see the hair curled under all the way around."

Gina quickly dried Jasmine's new style. "I think that came out really nice, Jasmine. I like the color, and that style works fabulously with your build. Like I said before, this style works best with petite features and a long thin neck. This is you, in my opinion. What do you think?"

Jasmine looked like a real girl. I was impressed. Transvestites can't wear short hair. Their larger facial features, coupled with thick, short necks look ridiculous with short hair. But Jasmine made it work. She looked feminine and petite. Looking at her wearing this style with this color, there could be absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind that she was a girl. The style and color worked brilliantly on her.

Jasmine was just as impressed. "Gina, you are a miracle worker. I look like a real girl. I can't believe it. I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it."

"Thank you. I think it is fabulous on you. Honey, with this hair and a bit of makeup, no one in the world would ever think that you are anything other than a beautiful, young woman. Just wait 'til you see the curls that I'm going to give you. You are going to have the boys drooling tonight."

"Yes," she squealed. "I just love this."

Gina took Jasmine to the sink and wetted her hair again. Back to the styling chair and Gina again combed out the tangles. Gina started on the top in front and rolled up a section of hair with a one-inch roller. "I'm starting with a large roller on top, because we're going to keep your hair straight for the first inch and a half from the part. Then we'll turn you into a mass of tight little curls. This is a beautiful style and looks extremely sexy." After working her way around the top of Jasmines head, Gina switched to much smaller rollers. She used a setting lotion with all of the small rollers. "This lotion will give your curls excellent hold, and they will give your hair a wet look. It's all the rage and will look fab for you."

It didn't take Gina long to roll her hair, maybe twenty minutes. Then she put Jasmine under a drier. "This won't take long with your short hair. Do you want another coke?"

"I couldn't possibly. I already have to go to the bathroom."

"You can go with the curlers in your hair. It won't hurt anything."

"No, no. I don't want to change any of this. I can keep going, please continue."

Thirty minutes later, Jasmine was back in Gina's styling chair. Gina carefully unrolled each curler and each section of Jasmine's hair would pop right back to its rolled shape. After removing all of the rollers, Gina took a small comb and brushed out the crown of Jasmines head. She flattened the large curls, and used her fingers to rearrange a few of the curls and announced Jasmine finished. "What do you think?"

"Wow. It's fabulous. You're fabulous. I love it."

"I'm glad you're pleased, Jasmine. It was my pleasure serving you. I'm really happy that we could bring out the truly beautiful woman that you are. Have a wonderful time at the party tonight."

Jasmine was in heaven as we left Gina's station. "We have one more thing to do before we leave," I announced.

"What's that?"

"We're both going to get a manicure."

"Whoopee," she squealed.

I went to the front desk and told the receptionist that we were ready for our manicure and she led us to our aestheticians. We spent 45 minutes having our nails, shaped and polished. By the time we finished, we had been at the salon almost four and a half hours. Whew!

Back home Jasmine grabbed me as we walked in the door and gave me a long passionate kiss. "What was that for?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just the best morning of my life, that's all."

"I'm glad you're happy, maybe I can get some tonight," I grinned.

"You can get some right now. I'm ready to explode."

"I'd love to, but I don't want to mess your beautiful new hairstyle. Let's wait until tonight, shall we? I need a bite to eat. Come on, I'll let you make me some bacon and eggs for lunch."

After lunch we cleaned up the kitchen and relaxed in the living room. There was a women's figure skating competition on TV and we watched the girls in their little skirts. We watched the news and then started getting ready for the evening. Since the electrolysis had progressed to its current point, Jasmine could get dressed much quicker. Makeup used to take the longest, but that had been reduced considerably through the need for less makeup and her expanded experience.

I laid out Jasmine's clothes for the evening. I still liked the idea of controlling what she wore and how she looked. She was very submissive and preferred the arrangement. I was going to have to get her panties off later, so to make it easier I had her wear thigh-high stockings with elastic, rather than stockings and garters. I gave her pink panties to wear under her padded panty girdle. She also wore her corset of course, a pink underwire bra and a knee length slip. Her dress was a bright red in honor of the holiday season. It was a conservative dress with a hem that extended to mid calf. It had long sleeves and a square cut neckline. The waist was ruched and very form fitting. After applying her own makeup she put on an exquisite, herringbone gold chain. Her earrings were drop style made with gold and red rubies. I allowed her one ring on each finger, a tiny wrist watch with the thinnest band imaginable and a simple bracelet for each wrist. She wore her 3-inch red heels.

I borrowed another dress from Jasmine. Her wardrobe was much larger than mine, especially in the dress and skirt categories. I did have her beat in the business suit category. I wore a slinky black dress that started with a v-neck and finished just below the knee. The long sleeves were covered in lace. I also borrowed a pair of 3-inch black strap heels from Jasmine. I slipped a condom in my bra, while I touched up my makeup.

"Jasmine, do you have a tampon in your purse?"

"Yes ma'am. Also my lipstick and mascara. Will I need my wallet?"

"Not tonight." I filled my purse with my essentials, including an extra panty liner and a small sewing kit.

"Jasmine, you look beautiful tonight. I have never seen you more gorgeous. You'll be busy tonight with all the men drooling after you." I handed her her new glasses. "Put these on and let's see how cute you look."

She put the glasses on and they looked very good on her. "So where are we going?"

I handed the invite to her. The envelope said Ms. Karen Marlowe and Guest. "Ooohh," she cooed as she opened the envelope. She read the invitation and then looked at me puzzled. "Who is Charles M. Pearson?"

"He is my boss at work. He's the head of the law department."

Jasmine's eyes popped out of her head as she screeched, "What? You can't be serious!"

I walked over and gently squeezed her shoulders. In a quiet but determined voice I said, "Jasmine, you are one of the most beautiful women I have seen. Don't take just my word for it, you heard what Gina said." I looked her in the eye as I spoke. "There is not a single person there who can recognize you for anything other than a beautiful woman. If you walked up to these guys and handed them your drivers license they still wouldn't have a clue as to who you are."

"But what about the girls? Lisa and Terri and Jasmine and the others?"

"They're not invited. This is only for the attorneys. There won't be anyone there who can recognize you, or even knows who you are." She just stared at me. "You can do this Jasmine. I know you can, and you know you can."

"But why do you even want to take me there?"

"Because I want to thumb my nose at them. I don't like any of them. They have treated me like a leper. I'm nothing but a token female for them. So, I thought it would be fun to take them a real token female. One who is much prettier than me."

"I'm not sure that I can do this," she insisted.

"And why not? Come on Jasmine, we go out in the straight world all the time. This is no different. They don't know you any more than the guys we tease in the clubs. And besides, you have never been more beautiful, more feminine, more awesome than you are right now. This is a piece of cake for you. Come on, let's have some fun. Let's strut out the newest heartthrob of greater Chicagoland." I gave her a large encouraging smile. She gave me a small, halfhearted smile. "Great! This will be the best night of Jasmine's new life!"

We put on our coats, picked up our purses, took one more quick glance in the mirror and walked out the door. When we reached the garage I helped her in the car. "I wish I had a nicer car for you. You are way too beautiful for this piece of junk."

We reached Mr. Pearson's house in the suburban town of Oakpark. Oakpark was one of the most affluent cities in the entire United States. The Christmas street decorations were beautiful and to be seen everywhere one looked. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, and everything looked absolutely white and wonderful. It truly was a lovely evening. I parked the car and looked at Jasmine. "Are you ready for this?"

"I'm not sure."

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear. Not from such a vibrant and confident woman as you. Let me ask one more time, are you ready?"

"Yes ma'am."

We walked up to the front door holding onto one another. The light dusting of snow was a bit slippery. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Pearson arrived momentarily. " Karen, welcome. Please come in. You look wonderful tonight. Is this your roommate?"

"Yes she is. Mr. Pearson, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Jasmine. Jasmine, Mr. Pearson is our host this evening."

They shook hands. "Jasmine, you will light up this party. You're very beautiful."

"Thank you Mr. Pearson. It is an honor to meet you, and I sincerely appreciate your invitation. I know I'm a bit of an inconvenience and I …"

"Nonsense," he said. "I am most happy that you could come. Please, let me take your coats and hang them up. Then I'll introduce you to the others." Charles M. Pearson was a charming and gracious host. He hung up our coats and then walked us through the foyer to the living room.

"Mr. Pearson, you have a beautiful home," Jasmine said.

"Would you like a tour?"

"Yes, please."

"No problem. Let me introduce you to the other guests and then I'll show you the rest of the house."

There were 14 other attorneys in the office, and 12 of them and their wives were at the party. Mr. Pearson introduced us to each person, and gave us a tidbit of information about each person. Not being the social type, I was worried what I would say to people and how I would be able to mingle, but Charles made all of that very easy. He had a warm personality and gentle sense of humor. He was nothing like I would have pictured him, based on our contact at work. At work he was hard-charging and tough. Here he was just the opposite.

We spent almost 45 minutes meeting everyone, and the time flew by. It was some of the easiest conversation I have ever had. By the third introduction, Jasmine was as completely at ease as I was . All of her nerves seemed to have melted away. After the introductions Charles took us to the kitchen and he made us both a drink. I had a marguerita and Jasmine had a martini. I didn't know that she drank martinis and I gave her a look of mild surprise. She just smiled.

With drinks in hand, we began the tour. It was just what you would expect in Oak Park. The front foyer was two and a half stories tall, with a winding staircase and a massive chandelier. To one side of the foyer was the library with cherry wood and a huge bay window. To the other side of the foyer was the living room, which eventually split into the kitchen and the dining room. The living room had a two-story fireplace and there was a roaring fire blazing inside. From the kitchen one could walk out onto a large deck complete with gazebo, or head the other way towards the laundry room, pantry and garage.

He took us upstairs and he showed us the master bedroom, complete with walk-in closets, sitting area, two bathrooms - each with its own Jacuzzi - and a king size canopy bed. All of the decorating was perfect. There were 4 other bedrooms, each with its own full size bath.

Mr. Pearson, do you have children?" Jasmine asked.

"Yes, two boys and one girl. The boys are both doctors, one lives in Boston and the other in Baltimore. My youngest, Sheila, is attending Cornell."

"How nice," she said. "We didn't meet your wife yet. Is she down stairs?"

Oops. Faux pas. He paused for just the slightest moment and said, "My wife and I divorced a couple of years ago. She moved with her friend to Dallas."

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

Charles led us back to the kitchen, where he was called away by one of the other guests. "Want another drink?" I asked.

"You trying to get me drunk?"

"Why Jasmine, my intentions are perfectly honorable. I would never try to get you drunk and take advantage of you."

"Good, because you don't have to. I'm an easy girl, if you get my drift."

I mixed us both another drink, then we migrated towards the food. We stood around the hors d'oeuvres and ate a couple huge shrimp. As we were standing around, a couple of the wives walked over and made small talk with us. Without their husbands with them, their true personalities emerged. They were snotty and stuck up. Not at all likable. But we smiled and played along.

A couple of the guys strolled by later and made small talk as they filled up their plates. It was becoming obvious that we didn't have much in common with these people. Some of them were nice enough, but we didn't relate on the same social scale. We had no children in Ivy League colleges, no yachts, no country club memberships and no 6,000 square foot homes.

Charles wandered over a bit later and struck up another conversation. He was the only person there that we could actually talk with. He asked about families, where we went to school, our hobbies, he asked about boy friends and he just did a nice job with the small talk. He was actually trying. We chatted for about ten minutes, and then he wandered over to another group of guests.

"Not exactly what I expected," Jasmine said.

"What, the party?"

"No, the party is kind of what I imagined, but Charles isn't as bad as I thought." You'll change your mind later, I thought.

"So how do you feel? I mean how is Jasmine getting along? Relaxed?"

"Yea. Now that I'm here and we've met everyone, I feel fine."

"Great, I have an idea on how to liven up this party. Let's go see Charles, and just play along with me."

I took Jasmine over to the small knot of people that Charles was talking with, and stood to the side waiting for an opportunity to intrude. He turned to us almost immediately. "Charles, Jasmine here has a little problem. Nothing serious … just a little wardrobe malfunction."

"Is there something I can do to help?"

"Fortunately, I always carry a sewing kit with me. But is there some place private where she and I can do some discrete sewing?"

"Certainly. Use my bedroom upstairs."

"Is there a lock on the door?"

"Yes. Go ahead and feel free to use it."

"Thanks," I said and I led Jasmine towards the foyer.

"What are you planning?" she asked suspiciously.

I gave her my evil little grin and said, "Nothing much."

By the time we reached the stairs she figured it out. "You're nothing thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

"I don't know. What do you think I'm thinking?" I continued grinning as we ascended the stairs.

"This isn't a good idea, Karen."

We stopped half way up the stairs and I leaned closer to her. "Just a little while ago you said you were easy. I want to find out," I whispered in her ear.

She gave me that hopeless look of hers when she knew I was in control.

We entered Charles' bedroom and I turned on the lights. Then I closed the door and locked it. I turned around and looked at Jasmine as I leaned back against the door, as if I were guarding it. She stood in the middle of the room and gave me a little grin. "You are the most gorgeous vixen I have ever seen. Come here, I want you."

She walked over to me and I took her hands and looked in her eyes. I leaned forward and gave her just the lightest kiss on the lips. "Walk this way." I took her to the bed, and started pulling up the hem of her dress. "Hold your hem up," I instructed. She stood still, watching and grinning as I reached under the hem of her dress and grasped her panty girdle. I pulled it down to her ankles. Her pink panties slid down with them. "Oh, oh. Look what I've done now," I whispered with a grin. I gently pushed her down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Skooch up on the bed," I whispered.

She pulled her dress out from under her and lifted it over her waist. Then she laid back and waited for me. I slide off my panties and noticed that my panty liner was almost saturated. I was so wet I was almost dripping. I looked at Jasmine. She looked so vulnerable lying on the bed, her dress pulled up over her waist and her little penis fully erect and pointing towards her tits. I crawled on the bed and straddled her. While she grinned and watched, I pulled the condom out of my bra, and tore it open. Her grin got bigger.

"Were you planning this all along?"

"All along," I whispered.

I tossed the foil wrapper towards the head of the bed, and unrolled the condom over her penis. She began to squirm with anticipation. I crawled up higher on her, grabbed her penis, aimed it at the ceiling, and slowly lowered my pussy over it. She slid into me with exquisite pleasure. I began to wiggle and squirm and move her penis around. I sat still and tensed and relaxed my vaginal muscles several times as I manipulated her penis. She groaned softly and closed her eyes. I tensed my muscles and slowly raised myself up. She groaned again. I slid down on her penis and she exhaled and sighed. I repeated the motion. Slowly. Up, then down. Tighten my muscles and slide up, then down. I could feel her inside me and it felt wonderful. I was very wet and she slid in and out so effortlessly. I rocked back and forth, bending her penis ever so slightly, but giving her additional pleasure and sensations.

Up and down, in and out. Slowly, then faster, and faster and faster … Our breathing picked up, my pulse rate jumped, the pleasure nerves in my pussy were reaching their saturation point. One more stroke. One more stroke. Faster, faster and then it hit me. I exploded in pleasure and intensity. I squeezed my muscles as tight as I could and Jasmine exploded inside of me. I pushed down as hard as I could, trying to force her as deep as possible into me. The pleasure was so intense that I gripped her hips and tried to hold her still. I couldn't handle any more stimulation. Push down with my pussy and hips. Trap her deep inside me. Hold her hips so she can't move. We froze in a tense muscle lock. Our breathing froze as we let the orgasms flow through us. I could feel my body shiver and quake as the orgasm shook me. Slowly, slowly my muscles started to relax. My breathing started in gasps, as I tried to breath through my mouth and remain quiet. I quit pushing with my hands and hips and pussy. I slowly began to relax as the remnants of the mighty orgasm retreated to my groin and pussy.

I opened my eyes and looked at Jasmine. She was gasping for breath as well. Her eyes looked into mine and we shared a secret smile. How wonderful that had been. The memory in all my nerve endings and muscles seemed to be recollecting and relishing the experience. I felt immensely happy. I started to feel very relaxed. I wanted to flop on top of Jasmine and kiss her. To lie on her and just enjoy her softness, smell her perfume and taste her lipstick.

Her little up turned nose looked even more like a button with her glasses pushed half way down her nose. Her make-up was perfect, from her glossy red lips to her eyes with their large curled lashes. And her curly hair framed her perfectly shaped face. Her cheeks were flushed and glowed with the exertion of our efforts. I would have loved to stay there for an hour, but I couldn't. We had to move.

I raised my hips and let her fall from my pussy. "Stay here and protect your dress. I'll be back."

I picked up my purse and went to the bathroom. I pulled the tampon from my purse and slid it into me. I threw the wrapper in the wastebasket. That should also give Charles something to think about. I took the used panty liner out of my panties and replaced it with a dry one. I pulled on my panties and went to help Jasmine.

I took a Kleenex, wrapped it around her condom and pulled it off. Then I gently wiped her juices off her shaft. I stroked her penis a couple of times to milk the remaining semen from her, and I soaked it up with the Kleenex. Then I held her dress as she slipped off the bed. I continued to stand behind her and silently hold her dress up, while she pulled on first her panties and then her girdle. I dropped her dress and picked up the used Kleenex. I took it to the toilet and flushed it away. I waved to Jasmine and silently called her into the bathroom. While she checked her makeup in the mirror, I stepped behind her and fluffed her hair and arranged her curls back into their proper position. I looked her over and checked to make sure that her makeup was proper.

"How do I look," I whispered. "Is my makeup ok?"

"You look fine," she said.

I went back to the bed and smoothed the comforter. I saw the condom foil laying next to a pillow. I smiled. Both Jasmine and I looked around and made sure everything was back to normal. Then we stepped over to the door.

"You really are easy," I said with a grin. "And you really are good. I loved that. You were wonderful."

"So were you," she answered. "So that is what this was all about. That's why you wanted to come to this party. You wanted to have sex on his own bed, didn't you?"

"No, that's not it at all. I wanted to fuck on his bed. There's a difference. What we just did was way to good to call sex. That was real fucking, Jasmine my sweetie."

She almost burst out laughing. "Ok," she whispered. "Are we ready to return to the party?"

"Big breath," I said. "Ok, now that you've been sewn back together we can go."

I immediately began studying people's faces trying to see if anyone knew what we had done. Did anyone even miss us? Charles saw us and walked over. "Is everything ok?" he asked with sincere concern.

"Perfect," said Jasmine. "I'm all set and ready to party. I'm thirsty, would you make me another martini? That first one was excellent." Jasmine flashed me a grin as she followed Charles over to the bar.

The second half of the evening was as boring as the first half. Only the intermission made the evening worthwhile. I spent more time talking with the other attorneys, and Jasmine spent some time talking with Charles. It wasn't long before the first couple left, which gave Jasmine and me our opportunity to escape.

We found Charles and I thanked him for the evening. He walked the two of us to the foyer and thanked us for coming. I turned and walked to the closet and took out my coat and put it on. I reached in for Jasmine's coat and went to hand it to her, but she wasn't with me. I looked around and saw her still talking with Charles. 'I hope he didn't discover what we did,' I thought to myself. A few seconds later Jasmine came over and I helped her with her coat. She said nothing and had the oddest look on her face. I was worried, "Jasmine, what did he say? Did he hear us? Does he know what we did?"

She shook her head and said, "I'll tell you in the car." She turned and walked out the door.

We walked out to the car and I helped Jasmine enter the passenger side, before I sat down behind the wheel. "Ok Jasmine, tell me what he said. Does he know we fucked upstairs? Are we busted?"

"No that's not it. He … uhmmm … he asked me for a date."

My stomach went numb and my heart skipped a beat. "He what? What did you say?"

"He asked if he could call me."

"No!" I was still stunned, but I could feel a bit of humor sneaking into the back of mind. I was so stunned I couldn't think of anything to say for a few seconds. Then the obvious question hit me, "What did you tell him?"

"I think I said yes."

"What? Are you serious? No, you're kidding me, aren't you?"

"I don't think so."

"How could you? I mean, what did you say?"

"Well I was so flustered that I didn't know what to say. I just hemmed and hawed for a minute and he said, 'I know what you're thinking. Here you are, a beautiful, no, a gorgeous, young woman, and some old man tries to hit on you. That's not the way it is at all, Jasmine. I assure you that my intentions are strictly honorable. I'm lonely, Jasmine. Lonely for female conversation and companionship. You are so beautiful, and it was so easy talking with you tonight. I had forgotten how lonely I was. If you will go out with me, I promise that I will treat you as lady, and I will show you a good time. It will be a very pleasant and enjoyable evening. Please say yes.'

"So I said, 'I'm not sure if this is a good idea.'

"He says, 'Please, give me one chance. Tomorrow I leave for a two-week skiing vacation in the Canadian Rockies. When I return I'll call you. Ok?'

"I guess I didn't put up enough of a fight because he says, 'Thanks, you won't regret it. I don't even need your telephone number since you live with Karen. I've got her home number at work. Thanks, Jasmine. I promise you'll have a nice time.'

"And that was it. I was too numb to say anything. Not numb, shocked. I was so shocked that when he pointed me towards you and the door I just walked off."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god! What a hoot! This is just too rich. Jasmine, this is just too fantastic."

"It is? Why?"

"Don't you see? Jasmine has been totally validated. Jasmine has arrived. Is there any doubt in your mind that you can pass as a beautiful, hot babe?"

She looked at me and a huge smile started to spread across her beautiful face. Yes, she could know see it also. She shifted in her seat and with that huge grin looked out the front window. She said nothing, just smiled. The snow was falling lightly and sparkling in the streetlights. The night was beautiful.

As I began the drive home, both of us were silent; filled with our own thoughts and fantasies. My fantasy had to do with Jasmine and two naked bodies. Something about her being wanted by a man made her that much more desirable. I was becoming infatuated with the idea of taking her when we reached home. It was strange in a way; I wanted the beautiful and feminine Jasmine, but I also wanted to be ravaged by a real man. I wanted to be the submissive one, and I wanted to succumb to a strong and dominating mate. I wanted more than her petite little penis in me. I wanted a cock the size of Mikey's. I fantasized that Jasmine's beautiful face looked down over me, as she pinned me to the bed and inserted a huge cock into my pussy, filling it so full that I thought it would burst. As I fantasized, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was sure that my panty liner was saturated and I was staining the back side of my dress. I began to squirm on the seat, and my foot started pushing harder on the gas pedal.

I have no idea what Jasmine was thinking … fantasizing … but we both rushed up to the apartment. We barely had the door closed and our purses were lying on the floor as we embraced in a tight clench. I had my tongue in her mouth immediately. She was pushing her smooth crotch against me and squirming against my pussy. I thought I could hear my soaking wet panty liner squishing like a sponge. I pushed my breasts against hers, and I could feel my nipples harden and become sensitive to the rubbing.

For once, I wanted my fantasy and not hers. I broke our kiss. "Let's clean up and climb into bed. Tonight, I want you to take me. I want you to take charge, climb on top of me and do whatever you want. Just this once, I want to lay back and be the submissive one. I want you to forcefully take me to nirvana. Can you do that? Can you take total and complete control of my body and make it do whatever you want?" I licked her from her chin, across both lips and over her nose. "Tonight, do you think you can be man enough?"

"Absolutely my beautiful, Karen. But it's Jasmine that wants to do this, not Jason."

"I understand, Jasmine. I'm yours."

"Then let's wash off our makeup and put on the softest, silk negligees that we have. Now woman!" and she said it most convincingly.

I used the bathroom first, quickly taking off my dress and underclothes before my wet pussy leaked through my panty liner. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, sprayed on ever so lightly a bit of fresh perfume, and ran to my bedroom for my best silk negligee. I jumped into Jasmine's bed and waited for her … but I couldn't wait. One hand found its way to my breast and a finger slowly began circling my nipple, making it hard and sensitive. The cool and silky feeling of the silk on my nipple was the most exquisite feeling. My other hand slid across my stomach and down to my crotch. It pulled up the bottom of my negligee and exposed my soaking wet pussy. One finger, two fingers and then three fingers slid into my pussy. My hips started rocking in rhythm with my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. A finger slid up to my clit and gently rubbed it and massaged it. The hips began arching and as one finger caressed my clit, two others slid in and out of my pussy. My nipple was feeling awesome, tingling and at the same time trying to recoil from the strong and erotic sensations running through it.

I soon reached orgasm. One hand grabbed my breast and the other grabbed my entire crotch. My hips arched into the air and froze in a spasm of pleasure. My muscles locked while the sensations ran through me and over me. The nerve endings slowly began to relax from their over-stimulation, and the muscles soon began to follow. I fell back into the bed, sweating and panting. I was hot and I kicked the sheet off my body. I was still lying with one hand on my breast and one on my crotch when Jasmine entered.

"Can't wait?" she smiled. "Now it's time for some real action." Jasmine crawled between my legs and began licking and sucking my clit. I was quickly pulled back into pleasure mode, my nerve endings were once again tingling and tensing. Jasmine reached under each cheek and dug her long, bright red nails into my flesh. My cheeks reflexively tightened and pushed my pussy up into Jasmine's tongue. I started to begin pushing my pussy and hips in a rhythmic pattern. Jasmine rode along. One of her hands slid out from under my buttocks and a finger slid into my pussy. Her finger stroked in and out of my pussy as her tongue continued to lick and suck on my clit. She soon brought me to another spasm of pleasure.

After my muscles relaxed, I fell back into the bed and begged for time. "Please stop. I can't continue right now. I need a moment."

Jasmine took the hem of my negligee and removed it by pulling it over my head, leaving my sweaty and glistening body fully exposed. She began to slowly rub her hand over my stomach. Her hand could glide easily with the lubrication of my sweat. First she used one hand and then both. They slowly worked their way towards my breasts. She caressed my breasts and massaged them for a several minutes, then they directed their attention to my nipples. Once again my nipples stood up under the direct stimulation. My body started to squirm and writhe in anticipation of further massaging and caressing.

Jasmine bent over and placed her soft lips upon mine. She slowly kissed me, being ever so gentle and feminine in her touch. She placed several very tender kisses upon my lips, then turned her attention to first my chin, and then my nose. She lowered her crotch onto mine and gently swayed her hips and penis over my crotch. While swaying her hips over mine, she leaned to the side and kissed my ear. She nibbled my earlobe then slipped her tongue into my ear. I squirmed and pulled away, but she merely giggled softly.

She continued to press her penis and hips against me as she moved her attention to my other ear. Again and again I received her warm, wet tongue in my ear. It raised goose bumps all over my arms and neck. This time I leaned into her and let her nibble and lick my ear. My pussy was getting wetter and hotter, and Jasmine continued to push her penis and hips against me. I began returning the pressure, pushing my hips up against hers.

Jasmine had come prepared, a condom was already stretched over her tiny penis. She raised her hips and without any guidance, was able to slip her penis into my inviting pussy. At first I was disappointed; she was so small. I wanted a large penis that would stretch me to my limit. I wanted to be filled and pummeled and taken to the absolute limit of my physical abilities. But then Jasmine began gently pumping her penis into me. Somehow she had discovered, either by luck or study, how to directly stimulate my clitoris. Jasmine felt wonderful. "Harder," I said as I closed my eyes. She began to slowly increase her pressure and her speed. Her decision to slowly ramp up was the perfect decision. She began to suck me into her world of passion, as I began to feel the joy spreading throughout my entire body. I even curled and tightened my toes as I reached to feel my entire body and stretch my consciousness.

Jasmine slowly, deliberately and erotically brought me to the best climax of my life. I still don't understand how she actually accomplished it, but there was no doubt. I spasmed in sensual delight. My pussy tried to pull Jasmine into my own little universe. The epicenter of a colossal quake was located right between her cock and my pussy. I felt like I had lost control of my body. I could only experience the sensations, I couldn't control them, but that was just fine. I loved the experience and let it flow through and control me. It was pure bliss.

Jasmine locked her penis into me and froze as she experienced her own orgasm. Her hips didn't get the message, as they involuntarily continued thrusting. We clenched for what seemed a minor eternity as we both lost control. Slowly, we regained our bodies, and were once again able to move under our own control. Jasmine dropped her entire weight onto me as she relaxed and tried to catch her breath. We gently embraced and laid as one for several minutes as we both tried to regain our composure.

Eventually, Jasmine gave me a gentle kiss and rolled off me to lay on her back and stare at the ceiling. "That was wonderful," she said.

"I agree."

 

On Sunday morning Jasmine, as usual, was up and about long before me. We had breakfast and lounged around the apartment for most of the morning. In the afternoon we dressed and went window shopping at the local mall. We returned for an early dinner and then again settled back into our easy chairs to read and watch TV. About nine that evening I told Jasmine to take a shower and wash her hair. "I'll set your hair for tomorrow. You get to wear curlers in your hair tonight while you're sleeping."

"Are you going to make my hair curly?" she asked warily.

"Not at all. I'm going to use relatively large rollers and give your hair more body. When you brush it out in the morning, your hair will have more body and bounce. It will look more finished."

"But it won't really make any difference, will it? I mean I'm going to wear my hair pulled back in a ponytail, right?"

"No, you're going to wear your hair down and in your new style. It looks much prettier and feminine."

"Karen, I already look too feminine. You're just going to make my life more difficult. The girls will be all over me. Please, I'm getting tired of it. I need a break."

"Jasmine, I guess it's time to tell you something. I have some good news and some bad news." I looked at her waiting to see if she had a preference.

"And …?"

Bad news first. "Remember Friday when I sent you to the court house to deliver those papers?"

"Yeah."

"I sent you away because Lisa was coming to fire you. I wanted to give you a chance to prepare your self, so I sent you out. Tomorrow morning first thing she is going to return to your cubicle and fire you."

"What …?"

"I'm sorry, Jasmine. I'm really, really sorry. Tomorrow morning you will be fired."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm the human resource department's first contact in the law department. I handle the routine documents, and pass the more important documents up the line. Last Wednesday I received the documents preparing to terminate you. I sent them to my boss John Taylor. On Friday, just before lunch, HR sent back the confirmation papers to me, and I gave them to Taylor. So before Lisa could get to you, I sent you out of the office. But tomorrow morning, at 8:00 A.M. she will be back and she will serve you with the termination papers."

"So you waited until now to tell me? Why?"

"Actually, I wasn't going to tell you until tomorrow morning."

"Why not?" she demanded. She was becoming irate.

"Because there is nothing that you can do about it. So why should you have ruined your weekend over this? You would have been a wreck all weekend. You never would have been able to enjoy your day at the salon or the party. It wasn't worth throwing away those enjoyments."

"In your opinion. This is my friggin' life! If you had told me I wouldn't have went to the hair salon! I would have changed back to my old look and I would have tried to keep my job! You had no right to do this to me!"

"Jasmine," I spoke softly and slowly, "there really was nothing you could do about this. They've been collecting complaints and writing reports for weeks. Yes, I pushed the whole situation along faster when I asked you to start wearing female clothes to work, but I assure you it was going to happen anyway. From day one the girls were on your case. They were convinced you were gay and they were already working towards a really negative situation. Until I came along, they wouldn't even talk with you. It was going to happen, I just got it over sooner." I gave her my best 'I'm sorry' body language.

"Karen," she tried to explain, "you haven't had to go through what I have. My entire life has been a pain. I have nothing. No family, no home and now no job. I have absolutely nothing. What am I going to do? What do I have to look forward to?" The emotion started creeping in, "I'm lost and I have no fucking clue where to go. Jesus, you've fucked me up good! I'm on goddamn depression pills already! You might as well buy me a gun, I'll finish it off! Will that make you happy?" Now she was in screaming mode.

It's strange the thoughts that go through ones mind at a time like this. I thought, 'She doesn't mean depression drugs, she means anti-depressants.' She was right about many of the things she had said, but not all of them. She had a future and it was the future she really wanted. I just had to convince her.

I walked over to her and gave her a big hug. She grabbed me and started sniffling on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear, "Jasmine, I told you I had good news and bad news. You didn't let me tell you the good news."

"I can hardly wait. What? My parents were killed in a car accident?"

I resisted the opportunity to say, 'Yes.' "Jasmine, it's the best possible news that you could possibly have. Now you can be Jasmine. All the time, full time. We can leave Jason behind and move on to the next, better phase in your life. You can live full time as Jasmine. You can get a job as Jasmine and live your life as a beautiful, gorgeous, sexy and totally complete woman. It will be great. You're going to love your new life."

"Oh great. That'll solve everything. My life is so ruined that I have to run away and hide myself as a girl. Oh yea, that's really good news." she said sarcastically. "Karen, don't you get it? Jasmine is a fantasy! She isn't real. We play at the game of 'Jasmine'. We don't live it! It's a weekend game. That's totally different."

I grabbed Jasmine by the shoulders and gave her a little, but firm, shake. "Drop the little pity-party," I said loudly. "Quit you're whining, Jasmine. Stop lying to me and stop lying to your self! This is the best possible thing that could ever happen to you, and if you climb out of your self-pity you'll see it yourself." I looked her in the eye and gave her my best 'serious-shit' glare. I relaxed my voice and tried to talk with a calm reassurance, "Sweetie, let me explain some things to you. First, and by far the most important, you … are … not … alone." Even in a quiet voice, I wanted to enforce those words. "I am here with you and I will not abandon Jasmine. Jason can go and I will be happy to see him leave. Jason is all the baggage that you have accumulated throughout your life. Now we are going to throw it away. Jasmine doesn't need any of it. She is too good, too happy, and too positive to need any of that crap. Do you hear me?"

She nodded her head just a bit.

"Good. Tomorrow we finish off Jason. We do it with utmost class. Jason wears nice clothes and a pretty hairdo and he smiles. He stands tall and proud as he throws away all the bogus baggage in his life. And on Tuesday, Jasmine's life begins. She becomes Jasmine full time, 100% of the time. She starts writing her résumé and sending it out. She dresses like a beautiful, cultured woman full time. She walks, talks and lives in a confident and successful manner. Look out world, here comes Jasmine."

She stood still, her shoulders slumped, her eyes red and just looked at me. No smile. No frown. Nothing. She was just numb. She stood like that for almost a minute. Finally she spoke, "I wish I could believe you. I really do, Karen. I love you."

'Oh, oh' I thought.

Jasmine continued, "But this is too much. Yea, my life has sucked up 'til know, and lord knows that I want to believe you, but my life doesn't allow that. I've never experienced the positive in anything, but I sure as hell know about the negatives. I have a life's worth of experience there."

She hugged me again and asked in a desperate whisper, "Karen, can Jasmine really live? Can she really survive in the real world?"

"Absolutely. And I will insist on it. Come on Jasmine, you know it too. You're beautiful and every guy in the world is in love with you. Even my boss! To say you can pass is an insult to you. You are so far beyond that, that it is totally irrelevant. All you need to do is to believe in Jasmine as much as I do. Once you believe, the world will become your oyster." I squeezed her tighter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Jasmine, this is your fantasy, everything that you have ever wanted. It's Cinderella's time now. Put on the glass slipper and kick the world in the nuts, hard."

She snorted and laughed a little.

"Listen, I want you to go in the bathroom, dump half the bubble bath in the tub and turn on the water. Make it nice and hot. Relax and soak up the warmth. When you're ready, wash your hair and wrap a towel around it. I'll set your hair and you'll be ready for bed. Karen and Jasmine can cuddle together tonight and enjoy our closeness tonight. Tomorrow, Jason walks out with class and welcomes the most beautiful girl in the world. Ok?"

A small nod from Jasmine. I hugged her for another minute then sent her on her way. The end was coming.

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Monday morning I got up first. I looked down at Jasmine and smiled. Her head was full of curlers and she looked so beautiful. Her negligee strap had slipped off her shoulder and she looked very innocent, but sexy. I hurried through my morning routine, because I wanted to help Jason get ready for work for his last time ever.

While Jason was cleaning up and brushing his teeth I laid out his clothes for the day. I brought in my very best power suit. I would have loved to send him to work in a skirt, but instead I gave him the pants. On his bed I included the usual bikini panties, corset, camisole, nylons and a nice pair of women's shoes, conservative of course. Jason returned to his bedroom and quietly dressed. He was in a somber mood and I said little to him.

After dressing, I led him to my vanity and sat him down. I began to unroll the curlers in his hair. One by one I removed all of the rollers and dropped them in my curler bucket. I took my brush and began brushing away all of the soft curls. I brushed his hair straight down from the crown of his head to the nape of his neck. I used the brush to form a slight under curl to the bottom of his hair. It made his neck look long and slim. He looked very pretty, and feminine. I sprayed the hair with just a bit of hairspray to hold it down in the wind. I handed him his usual pair of hoop earrings.

"You're the most beautiful boy I've ever known, Jason. Goodbye." I handed him his purse. "When we get to work, I'll give you my car keys so that you can leave when you're done. Don't forget your wallet and ID. The rest of the day is yours. Go shopping, go walking, go to the mall. Do whatever you want, but don't come home. Don't hide your self. Put some makeup in your purse, apply a little lipstick and foundation before you go wandering around. Stay out there in the real world. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Great. Do you have a tampon?"

I drove us to work. After I parked the car I leaned over and handed Jason the keys. "Jason, stand proud and stand tall. Don't let Lisa goad you into anything. No arguments, no insults, nothing. Smile at her and remember, this is a horrible little hole in the life of Jason and it is now gone. This is your celebration. Ok?"

A reluctant, "Yea."

"Leave your purse here, you don't want to be forced to carry it around the office. There is a pocket in the suit coat for the car keys. Be brave, sweetie."

For the rest of the morning I stayed in my office and out of sight. I wasn't much happier than Jason, and I sure as hell felt a lot more guilty.

 

I left the office at 5:30 and took a taxi home. Jasmine was waiting for me. She had changed into a skirt and blouse. I was happy to see that she hadn't changed into one of her sweat suits. I could smell dinner cooking and I asked her about it.

"I decided to take your advice. No pouting at home. I don't have any income and so in essence I'm a kept woman. Sort of like a wife. So I've decided to be your wife."

"Jasmine, I'm not looking for a wife."

"I know, I mean it figuratively. I have to contribute some how. I'll take care of cleaning, and cooking and house keeping until I can find another job. I have to contribute some way, and this was all that I could think of."

"That's fine," I said. "So what's for supper?"

 

After supper we sat down at her computer and worked on her résumé. Her new name was Jasmine Calli Vail, but she still had the same social security number. She had to keep everything legal. If someone cross-referenced the social security number and her name they would know that she was bogus and she wouldn't get a job. We'd just have to take that chance. For job experience we merely said that she had some intern work straight out of school, but had not been offered a full-time position because of the economy. She listed Tara and me as her references.

"Before you can send this out, you have to call Tara and ask her permission to list her as your reference."

"I know," she said.

"You can call her tomorrow at her work number. And while you have her on the phone, set up an appointment for your-self."

"For an interview? Isn't that a little presumptuous?"

"It will be for an interview, but there is nothing presumptuous about it. You are going to interview her … or him I should say."

"Why?"

"Because you are going to sue your ex-employer."

"I am?"

"Yes you are. Several weeks ago I asked Tara what types of law she specialized in. She should be able to handle your case, and I believe that she will have special incentives to try extra hard."

"What kind of incentives?"

"First, money. Big money. Tell her you want to sue for four million dollars or more. If she wins she gets a third of that." Jasmine's eyes opened a little wider and the corners of her mouth started to turn up. "Second, you're suing for harassment in the workplace, sexual harassment, unlawful termination and everything else that she can add on. Being a transvestite like you, she should have plenty incentive to not only fight for you, but hopefully set some precedents."

Jasmine thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Do you really think we can sue for four million dollars?"

"Jasmine, you won't get that much money. Not even close, and that's assuming you even win. But you should hit them with the biggest number that you and Tara can come up with. She might have to do a little research to see what kind of numbers have been thrown in front of the court before. But that's her job.

"It's important that you and Tara get moving on this as soon as possible. It's important that you move while everything is still fresh in your mind. Get all of your thoughts, your concerns, your emotions on paper or video tape now. Tell her how you're on anti-depressants because of the harassment at work. Make sure that she gets everything that she can from you now. Tell her who knows what, who was involved in different things and most importantly, dates. She needs dates to help with her subpoenas for information and records from the company. Make sure that she gets all of your e-mails and weekly reports to Lisa. Everything."

"Do you think I can win?"

"Anything is possible, but it won't be easy. They will try and drag the process out so long that you give up, or at the least become demoralized by the process. They'll harass you with paperwork, and requests for information. They're going to check out your background and probably watch what you do in private. They'll threaten to or actually contact friends and family to embarrass you. This is a special case where they will think they have leverage over you because of your lifestyle. It won't be pretty."

"My parents? Do you think they will really contact my parents? And my brother?"

"I'm not sure, but you should expect it. For a potential million dollars they will do a lot of things."

"But it will be worth it if I can win. I can handle my parents now. Jason never could, but Jasmine will."

"That's great. I've been waiting a long time to hear that Jasmine. But don't start counting your eggs just yet. You have to start with baby steps. Call Tara and make the appointment. See what she says. She is a real attorney, and I'm just a corporate paper pusher.

"And also tomorrow, I want you to go downtown and sign up for unemployment. That will also be necessary to bolster your lawsuit. Make sure that you dress nicely when you go out tomorrow. I'm not going to set out your clothes for you anymore. You will have to learn to dress yourself. And another thing, I want you to collect all of Jason's male clothing and donate them to Goodwill."

Jasmine made a big sigh. "This really is the end of Jason, isn't it?"

"Yep. He was a nice boy, but the prettier and better model is taking over now. Right?"

"I guess so." I gave her a hard questioning look. "I know so," she said firmly.

 

Tuesday I returned from work, eager to hear how Jasmine's day had went. The aroma of roast beef met me as I walked in the door. Jasmine greeted me at the door with a big kiss.

"Hi Karen, welcome home. How was your day?" she asked with a smile and a definite bounce in her step.

"Boring and degrading as usual. Did you do everything I told you to do?"

"Mostly. Come on, dinner's ready. You have to start coming home at a more decent hour. Dinner has been ready for 45 minutes and I refuse to take the blame if you think the roast is too dry."

"I've only had a wife one day and I'm already being henpecked," I complained.

Jasmine broke into a big smile. She liked hearing me call her my wife. "You can complain later, first let's eat," Jasmine said.

She had set an elegant table, complete with a white linen tablecloth and candles. "Where did the tablecloth come from?" I asked.

"I bought it today, while I was out shopping."

"Jasmine, you can't do that. You have to save your money."

"I have a little money saved, thanks to you. If I want to spend it on the best person in the whole-wide world then I will."

I was amazed at her high spirits. She had been handed a world of troubles and challenges just a day earlier, and here she was bouncing around the kitchen. I wondered how much was due to the Paxil and how much was due to the new Jasmine. I sat at the table and she began placing dinner on the table; roast beef, potatoes, cooked carrots and a salad.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked me.

"Do we have any red wine?"

"We do now," and she brought a bottle from the refrigerator.

It occurred to me that not only did she buy the tablecloth and candles, but she also bought the food. "Jasmine, let's make some arrangements for buying groceries and odds and ends for the house. You can't afford this, and I don't want you spending your money on day-to-day necessities. You'll need your money for other things, like a retainer for Tara."

"That won't be necessary, Tara isn't going to charge me any money up front. She, I mean he, said he would work strictly on contingency."

"Then you called him today? What did he say? Did you make an appointment?"

"Yes I called him. We talked for almost an hour. I've got an appointment for Thursday morning."

"What did you talk about for an hour?"

"Mostly about me, Jasmine. Somewhere along in the conversation I told him that I was going to live full-time as Jasmine, and he got totally hyped over that. We talked about what I was going to do, and how I was going to live and everything. It was a great conversation."

"What did he say about your case? Anything?"

"Not really. We discussed it a little, but I think he needs to sit down and go over it in more detail on Thursday. Today we talked mostly about me."

"And did you go down to the unemployment board?"

"Yes," she said disgustedly. "Don't get me started."

"What?" I wanted to know. "Did you have a problem?"

"No, just the same ole governmental runaround and BS. The only good thing I can say about the company, is that they prepare you well as they kick you out the door. The hour I spent in HR before the security people walked me to my car was well spent. I had every document they asked for. But it's such a hassle dealing with those people. They treat you like dirt, and they move at a snail's pace."

"Did they give you any heat because you were Jasmine and not Jason?"

"No, none. They couldn't have cared less. You're just a faceless piece of paper to them. I could have been green for all they cared."

"So everything is handled there? You'll start getting an unemployment check?"

"Yes and maybe. Everything is handled, but who knows when their bureaucracy will actually send out a check."

"Well good. At least that little detail is handled. And what about your résumé? Did you finish it?"

"Yep. But before I do anything with it, I thought I might show it to Tara. She said that she sees lot's of résuméss, and she will help me punch it up, and also check it over to make sure everything is legal. She even offered to help me change my name. What do you think? Should I change my name?"

"Absolutely. That's a great idea. Go for it."

 

The rest of the week went along with no problems. Jasmine started to settle into a routine as the wife of the house. She continued to work on her résumé, and she started going through the local paper and on-line listings for potential employers. The rest of her time she began taking up household chores, cleaning the bathroom and washing clothes.

In the evening she would meet me at the door with a big kiss and the aroma of dinner. Her cooking wasn't too bad. And I started coming home a little earlier each night. My future at work was limited, and so there was no reason to knock my self out. I'd be fired soon enough.

Jasmine met with Tara and they began planning their lawsuit. After listening to Jasmine's account of their meeting, I was becoming more comfortable with recommending Tara. She/he sounded very competent and honest. He promised Jasmine nothing but hard work and a sincere effort on his part. But some of the questions and comments he made clearly showed the mind of a talented attorney. I was happy that Jasmine had tied up with Tara.

Friday night was a little different when I arrived home. I didn't smell any food cooking. Jasmine met me at the door with a big kiss. She was dressed in a pretty white dress that extended all the way to two inches above her knees. It was a clingy knit and either she had lost some weight or she had pulled her corset extra tight, because her figure looked like the proverbial hourglass. She had bright red lipstick and her eyes had heavy mascara and shadow.

"What's with this?" I asked looking at her beautiful dress and figure.

"You're taking me to dinner tonight."

"I am?"

"Yes you are. I slaved over a hot stove all week for you and now you're taking your wife out to dinner to show her how much you appreciate her." She gave me big smile and almost danced in her heels.

"Jasmine," I said seriously, "You are not my wife. Please, I don't want you to start thinking that way. You're not my wife and I'm not your husband. Ok?"

My comments didn't dampen her spirits at all. "I know, I know. But I still slaved over a hot stove all week and you owe me."

"I think I repaid you when I sent in the rent check, the utility checks and gave you a hundred dollars cash for food."

"I know. I really, really appreciate everything that you have done for me. I'd never be the woman I am today if it wasn't for you. Shall we go?"

"Jasmine, we don't have that much money between us. And who knows how much longer I'll have a job? We can't make it a habit of going out to dinner every Friday or Saturday night."

Her happy feet slowed and she calmed down. "What do you mean 'who knows how much longer you'll have a job?' "

"Nothing, just a bad day at the office."

"You're not paying for dinner tonight. Tara is. She left work early so she could get ready for us. We're going to meet her at the restaurant. Ok?"

"Why does she want to buy us dinner? What did she say at your meeting yesterday?"

"She wants to buy us dinner because this is the best lawsuit she has ever had. She really wants to set a precedent and she is going to work very, very hard. She just wants to say thank you for the opportunity."

"Why didn't you tell me this last night?"

"You didn't ask. Can we go now?"

 

We met Tara at a nice restaurant near her home. It wasn't too expensive, but it had nice food. "This is one of the few restaurants where I feel comfortable as Tara," she explained.

"Why?'" asked Jasmine. "You're very pretty and utterly passable. You shouldn't have any trouble no matter where you go."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Jasmine, but that's not totally true. I'm not nearly as pretty or feminine as you. You have a beautiful face, cute nose – very feminine I must say – and small features such as neck, shoulders, wrists, hands. You have no problem passing because of all of those things. I on the other hand still have a beard and I am 'man-sized'. I don't pass nearly as well as you think. You see Tara through rose-colored glasses and I adore that in you, but the rest of the world doesn't see me that way. So I have to be a little more careful than you."

"I also think you look wonderful," I added.

"You're both too kind." The waiter arrived with a glass of wine for each of us. Tara raised her glass and offered a toast, "To success," she announced.

We all toasted. "So what do you think Jasmine's chances are?" I asked.

"It's always hard to tell in these things. Probably 50/50 right now. But you never know until you've had a chance to subpoena some records and things and take a look at them. We might find some useful information that we can use against them."

"Like what?" I asked again.

"You just never know. We have to show that there was a deliberate attempt by some people to establish a hostile working atmosphere. Then we need to show that the company knew, but did nothing. Plus, we are going to have to battle the part that Jasmine willingly dressed in inappropriate clothing and that it was therefore all her fault. It was her choice to do this. We have to fight the sexual stereotypes of clothing, and argue that clothing is no excuse for a hostile work environment.

"Then they will try and complicate the matter by arguing that her job performance was sub par, and this was brought about by her own decisions – especially concerning her manner of dress. We have to show that if there were any performance changes, they were due to the hostile atmosphere and lack of cooperation by other employees. A lot of this depends on how they try and defend themselves.

"There are just so many unknowns, that we can't really plan much at this time. There are going to be a lot of he said, she said issues. It will eventually come down to which side is more credible, unless of course hard evidence in the form of memos or e-mails shows up. But what I do know is that this is exactly the type of case I have been waiting for. I'm going to give it absolutely everything I've got."

I had a few files that I wanted Tara to subpoena, but I would wait until after the first set of files and evidence was collected and reviewed.

"Tara, what kind of timetable are you looking at?"

"Realistically, we won't be filing anything until after the first of the year. Then I would say six to twelve months before we go to depositions and maybe another three to four months after that before the trial even starts. It will take well over a year, I'm afraid."

"A year or more?" Jasmine asked disconsolately.

"Sorry, Jasmine. These things usually drag on a long time. One of their most potent allies is time. If they can drag it out long enough, they hope they can wear you down. They hope the attorney fees cause you to start second guessing your-self. They hope you just get tired."

"What do you think about early settlement?" I asked.

"Not a chance unless we have the slam dunk and they know we have it."

I looked at Jasmine, "It looks like were in this for the long haul, sweetie."

"I guess, so."

We had a lovely evening with Tara. The dinner was excellent and afterwards we went to a nice nightclub nearby. It was a short night and we were home by eleven o'clock. Jasmine had been home alone most of the week and she was interested in some human contact. So we indulged in some intimate human contact for the better part of an hour. It was probably some of the slowest and most intimate lovemaking I have ever enjoyed.

As we cuddled afterwards, we enjoyed some pillow talk. We began talking about our futures and about Jasmine's upcoming trial. After a while, Jasmine abruptly changed the topic. "Karen, what should I do about Charles. In a week or so, he's going to call for a date. What do I tell him?"

"That's easy, Jasmine. What do you want to tell him?"

"I'm not sure. In a way, I'm totally flattered. He thinks I'm a girl and he wants to take me out. But he's a guy. I'm not interested in guys. And besides, now he's the enemy."

"It's still an easy decision Jasmine. Do what makes Jasmine happy. You say that you aren't interested in men, but I have a feeling there is some curiosity in you. Am I right?"

"Yea. I am interested in being treated like a real girl. The other thing is, I was never any good with girls. I couldn't make small talk, and I couldn't interest them in me. I'd kind of like to see first hand how a real man does it."

"That's fine Jasmine, but in a way you already know a little bit about that. I mean, how did he talk you into even considering going out with him?"

"That's true. I guess the answer is that he was honest with me. It was like he understood me and knew what my concerns and anxieties were. And that is what he talked about."

"There you go. But you can still go out with him. There is more to learn in that area, and there's some other things I think you want to see, aren't there?"

"Karen, you know me so well. Did you study psychiatry?"

"I'll tell you the truth. No, I have no experience in this area, and no, I don't know how I understand you so well. Maybe all this has been an epiphany for me also. I'll be honest, I was never an empathic person. Some things have happened that I cannot explain. They just sort of happened. I mean, some things happened for the wrong reason and turned out right even though the motives were wrong. This has really been weird."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Nothing. At least not yet. I still have a lot to see through and I have no idea how you or I got here where we are. Totally weird. But back to the subject. You're interested in seeing how he treats you aren't you? And you want to see how it feels to be treated like a woman. Am I right?"

"Damn, you say you don't have a clue, but you do know what I'm thinking."

"Call it beginners luck. Jasmine, go for it. Say yes and have a wonderful time. Don't worry about who's the enemy. In some ways he is totally oblivious to all of this." And in many ways this is all his fault, I thought to myself. He's the boss and he's ultimately responsible for his department. The buck stops at the top and he is the top.

I had thought about this almost as much as Jasmine. It just so happened that she was the first one to bring it up. It was a good idea for Jasmine the girl to go on the date. And I could see some potential benefits for both of us from this date.

"Do you think he will figure out who I am?"

"Not a chance," I said. I was totally convinced of this. He had no idea who Jasmine was. Jasmine's mailing address was a post office box. They had her former address at her parents and that was all. Nobody would be able to connect my roommate with Jason. They'd have to send out a private dick, and that wouldn't happen—if at all—until the lawsuit was filed. There was just absolutely no reason to connect us. "You'll be fine Jasmine. Go out and take advantage of his wallet. Make him pay for you. There is still one thing that I haven't been able to help you learn. Maybe he can do it."

"What are you talking about?" she asked suspiciously.

"You've never learned how to be high-maintenance. Take him to the cleaners. Order the most expensive items on the menu. Make him bend over backwards to prove he is a gentlemen and that he knows how to treat a woman like a woman. I'll tell you Jasmine, you're never going to learn that from me," and I laughed in the darkness.

"That's for sure," she concurred.

 

Saturday night we went out on the cheap. We had dinner at home and then went out to a nightclub. Jasmine had her choice of clubs and she chose Glitter. And as luck would have it, we met Tara. Sunday was routine as were the next few weeks. Jasmine played the wife and I played the bread-winner. During the day she dressed nicely, went out on her errands, worked on her résumés, mailed out hundreds of them, and then welcomed me home at night.

I had warned her that there was almost no chance of finding a job before the end of the year. Most companies were low on budget, many people were gearing up for Christmas and vacation, and people just were not going to spend time thinking about hiring. It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but she did understand. Plus it bought more time without raising her anxiety level.

On Wednesday, Jasmine got a late evening call from Canada. Charles' was coming home on Friday, the day before Christmas. He had spent two weeks skiing and he just couldn't get a certain beautiful woman out of his mind. He asked Jasmine for a date the following week. He wanted to take her out on New Year's E ve. I heard her answer as she giggled ever so slightly and said yes. As soon as she hung up the phone she asked me, "Can I spend some money next week?"

Before she could continue I said, "I know what you want. Go ahead. Make an appointment tomorrow. What are you going to do?"

"I'd like to get a permanent, a manicure and wax my legs. Is that asking too much?"

"Not for a hot date," I answered

She bounced over to my chair and jumped in my lap. She hugged me around the neck and kissed me. "I want you to know that I love you more than any thing in the world. Even hot sex. So don't get jealous. I just want him to spend a thousand dollars on me, worship the very dirt I walk on, treat me like a princess and then I want to come home and drive you to multi-orgasmic heaven. At least that's my plan. Is that ok with you?"

I laughed and responded, "That should be ok. I could do a lot worse." We kissed for a few more minutes and then I said, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea, it's not that I'm a voyeur or anything, but I want you to take my camera and take lot's of pictures. I want to take a picture of the two of you when you leave. And during your date, I want you to ask every person that walks by to take your camera and take a picture of the two of you enjoying your evening. Is that asking too much?" I repeated the phrase she had used.

"I'll try. I promise."

 

The next weekend was Christmas. I was supposed to go home to my mom's in Cincinnati and I asked Jasmine if she would go back with me. Jasmine had no desire to see her parents, so she agreed. We drove over on Wednesday night and returned on Sunday. During the days I showed Jasmine around Cincinnati and we went shopping the rest of the time. Friday night was Christmas Eve, and we opened presents at mom's. Mom cooked a big dinner on Christmas day, and the three of us spent the day in the kitchen. Saturday night I took Jasmine to a local club and we picked up a couple of guys. I wanted Jasmine to get more experience dealing with men. It was a low key vacation and the best part was each night my girlfriend and I shared the double bed in my old bedroom.

 

On the following Friday, Jasmine went to Gina. Gina performed another miracle as she turned Jasmine into an absolute princess. She permed Jasmine's hair, and gave her the exact same style that she had had the night she first met Charles. Only this time the style was permanent. God, Jasmine looked sexy! She had her brows waxed into a soft curve, her legs waxed and she got a manicure. When she came home later in the afternoon, she looked gorgeous and she didn't even have her full makeup on. She was going to drive the boys crazy.

For the evening we chose a super-hot, 'little black dress'. It had long lacy sleeves, a low cut V-neck, a wrap around waist that could be pulled tight to show off her tightly corseted waist, and it ended almost three inches above her knees. She wore black pantyhose with a full back seam and four-inch black heels. She added a single strand pearl necklace and two-inch drop earrings. She decided to wear her new fake glasses.

She had worn them when Mr. Pearson had first met her, and she had even started wearing them out to the clubs once in a while. It gave her a 'new' look and she thought she was sexy with them.

She over did the makeup, going with dark lavender eye shadow, heavily lined eyes and fake eyelashes. She used a darker than usual blush to give her cheeks a strong, sculptured look. And on top of it all, she outlined her lips and colored them in with a bright red lipstick. She looked hot enough to screw. I spritzed her with perfume and then sent her into the kitchen for a quick sip of wine to help calm her nerves.

"Do you have a tampon in your purse?" I yelled into the kitchen.

"Yea, yea ,yea," she yelled back. She was ready.

The door bell rang, and Jasmine froze like a deer in the headlights. Her eyes got big and she almost dropped her wine glass. I waved her back into the kitchen and out of sight, then I answered the door. "Hi Mr. Pearson. Jasmine is almost ready, let me get her."

I walked into the kitchen, and whispered in Jasmine's ear, "This is it, sweetie. Relax and remember, you are beautiful. Have a nice time and make him spend all of his money." She giggled and walked out to meet her date. I walked behind her and I watched Mr. Pearson's face as he saw Jasmine. He obviously was not disappointed. A huge smile spread across his face and he exclaimed, "Jasmine, you look more beautiful than I remembered. I love your dress."

"Thanks," she squeaked out.

"Ok folks, before you leave I want a picture of the two of you together. Jasmine go stand next to Mr. Pearson." I picked up my digital camera and took a picture of the two of them. "Smile," and the flash went off. I checked the picture and it looked good. "Mr. Pearson, put your arm around Jasmine. Jasmine, squeeze in a little tighter." I took a second picture and checked it.

"One more picture guys. I want to get you two off on the right foot and the easiest way to break the ice is for you to kiss. Jasmine, give Mr. Pearson a kiss." She gave me a nasty glance, and Mr. Pearson grinned. Jasmine placed her hands on his upper arms and he placed his hands on her hips. They leaned into each other and kissed. Flash! I gave Jasmine the camera and sent them on their way.

So there I was. I was sitting at home alone on New Year's Eve. I was spending too much of my personal time taking care of Jasmine. I hadn't been on a real date with a real man since Mikey. That was three or more months ago. 'Screw it,' I thought. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get out of here.

I plugged in my hot curlers and took a quick shower while wearing a shower cap to keep my hair dry. After the shower I wrapped a towel around myself and took out my hot curlers and set my hair. I put on some lacy underwear and sat down in front of my vanity to apply my makeup. I took a hint from Jasmine and went for the dramatic look. I applied heavy eye makeup, and a luscious and creamy 'almost red' lipstick. I covered it with a rich gloss to give my lips a very wet and shiny look.

I went through Jasmine's closet and found a hot dress that was too short for me. It was a dress that Jasmine couldn't wear in public, because its low neckline required real cleavage. My push-up Wonderbra did the trick. I looked like a teenybopper in the short dress. It must have made me look five or seven years younger. I was definitely going to get carded tonight. I decided to go 'full tramp' and I put on a pair of Jasmine's four-inch heels. I walked around in the heels for a few minutes and then came to my senses. I went back to the closet and switched to three-inch heels. I returned to my vanity and removed my curlers. I brushed out my hair, sprayed it and picked out the coat that I wanted to wear.

Then I had to decide where to go. I decided to head to the nightclub where Jasmine and I had met Leonard and Kenny. The evening was a bust. There were only a couple of single men there and they were not the keeping type. New Year's Eve wasn't the night to go trolling for men. All the good-looking ones had a date. I left before eleven. and went to Glitter.

I wasn't at Glitter more than ten minutes before I met Tara. After saying hi, her first question was, "Where is Jasmine?"

"She has a date," I told her.

"A date? What do you mean? I thought you were a couple?"

"Not exactly. At least not as you think," I answered.

" I don't understand," Tara said exasperatedly.

"Neither do I," I confessed. "I need a drink. What are you drinking?"

"I'm drinking that most Christmas drink of all time, tequila."

"Excellent. Me too."

I ordered a tequila sunrise, and we sat at the bar and continued to yell over the music. "So who is Jasmine's date? Male or female?" Tara wanted to know.

"Oh Tara," I laughed. "This is so rich. She is on a date with a man. But you'll have kittens when I tell you who."

"What kind of kittens?"

"Big ones. The size of cougars and pumas. She is on a date with Mr. Charles Pearson."

"Who?"

"The man whom you're going to sue. The man that you will face in court."

"Say what?"

"What."

"Don't be a smartass. This is business. Who is she out with?"

"Charles Pearson. The law director at Jasmine's old company. When you go to court, he is the one you are going to face."

I was soon to find out that Tara swore a lot. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you talking about?" I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Are you friggin' serious?"

"Yes ma'am," I smiled. "It's a rather interesting story. I'll have to tell you some time."

"Fuck'n yes you will. How about right now?"

"Not yet. Later."

Tara was concerned about her case. "Is she screwing up this case?"

"No, but Tara you have no idea how out of control this whole thing is. Shit has happened that nobody will ever figure out. If there really is a God, she must have a great sense of humor. Or else she's a sadist. I'm not sure which."

"Karen, I have a gut feeling that there is a hell of a lot more going on behind the scenes than I know. Will you tell me what the fuck is really happening?"

"Trust me Tara, there isn't much more to this than you already know. I have to tell you that I am also you're adversary. I am the first contact for HR at the company."

"What?" she screamed. "When the fuck were you going to tell me that?" Like I said, Tara swore a lot.

"Eventually." I said. "Listen, I know enough to blow this whole case off the map. If you can't win with the information that I will eventually give you, you're incompetent."

"What are you talking about?" Tara was getting very interested. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were piercing. Even in full girl mode, her attorney sense was turned on full.

"I can't tell you now. We have to play this semi-honestly. Start the suit, place your first round of subpoenas. Then at least I'm semi-covered when you go in for your second round. At that time I'll tell you what to ask for. I have enough shit to pretty much cover Jasmine. But please, and I mean this, don't ask for anything from me the first go-around. I promise, I'll make it worth your time the second round."

"Is this some kind of set-up?"

"I promise, it's not. Eventually I'll try and explain." I looked at my drink, I looked at the ceiling, I chugged my drink and then I looked at Tara. "Tara, I don't know how the hell we ended up where we are. I'm as mixed up as you are. And I was there."

She gave me a disgusted look and ordered two more drinks. We said nothing as the bartender, or the 'tarbender' as she addressed him, brought us our tequila. "Karen, what's the bottom line on this shit? Come on, be honest with me."

"Tara, I'm not sure. Honestly, this whole thing got out of control. I never meant any of it." I took a sip of my drink. "No, at least I can be honest tonight. Some of it was meant. But damn, I'm not sure which parts. It kind of happened." I blinked a couple of tears away. "Tara, it got out of hand, then it got under control, then stuff happened, then the world came to an end and I ran out of booze. You know what I mean?"

"Karen, you're insane. Come on. What's the bottom line?"

"Oh, I don't know." And I really didn't. This was the first time that I really had to verbalize what had happened. What I had been involved in. "You said before that our chances are 50/50? I think they may be better than that. Maybe 51/49."

Tara just looked at me and slowly started to smile. We remained quiet for a few minutes as we sipped our drinks and listened to the music. We watched the couples out on the dance floor. It was New Years Eve. The girls were dancing with the girls and the boys were dancing with the boys. Eventually Tara turned to me and said, "Karen, did you know that I always used to fantasize about you?"

I was a bit taken aback, but the tequila was doing its job. I remained impassive. "What do you mean?"

"I was in love with you. I came here for months and months, and this place ignored me. The girls wanted nothing to do with any man, especially a TV, and the guys wanted nothing to do with me either. The boys were all looking for cute guys, not cute girls. Transvestites are the smallest minority in the world. Not even the Democrats can relate … no that's not the right word. They can tolerate or forgive a homosexual. They can handle queers and lesbians, but no one can relate to or forgive a transsexual or transvestite. We are the ultimate lepers. If ever there were an outcast it's us. As tolerant as the boy and girl gays are, even they pity the TVs. We are the lowest sexual fetish on this planet.

"I'm sorry, I digress a bit. I was in love with you. No one in this place would talk to me. Jesus, you have no idea how lonely I was. I was convinced that I was a friggin' freak. Or worse. Then I saw you one night. You were beautiful, Karen. Believe me when I say, there is such a thing as love at first sight. I was in love with you. You walked in with Gloria. You sat right here at the bar and you ordered a beer. Trust me, I'll never forget. You ordered a beer. A Miller. I sat over there and just stared at you. Goddamn you were beautiful. You were wearing jeans and a stupid flannel shirt. I thought that you had no friggin' fashion sense. But I still thought you were gorgeous. Beautiful. Feminine. Sexy.

"You totally awed me. I was overwhelmed. I sat in my chair for almost half an hour trying to get up enough nerve to come talk with you. Finally, after another two or three tequilas I came over and sat down right here, next to you and said hi. Do you know what you said?"

"I haven't got a clue Tara."

"You said 'Hi' right back to me. Then you said, 'What's your name?' I was ecstatic. You had actually spoken to me."

"Tara, I have to admit, I had been here several times with Gloria. I only came here because we lived across the street. They have great burgers early in the evening."

"I know."

"Anyway, I am not gay and so I was never interested in any of the girls here. And of course none of the guys were interested in me. I would be occasionally approached by a CD or TV and quite frankly they all looked hideous. So other than the burgers, there was nothing here that I was interested in. But I kind of remember the first couple of talks that we had. You were the only TV that looked and acted like a real woman. In a way I found that fascinating. So you were the only person here that I enjoyed talking with."

"Thanks. And I found you absolutely ravishing. As I said, I fantasized about you. So Karen, can I ask you an impolitic question?"

"It's New Years Eve Tara, and we've known each other for a long time. Have a go."

"What's the relationship between you and Jasmine? I mean Jasmine is beautiful, much more so than me, but why didn't you ever have any interest in me? I really need to know. Not just because I loved you, but because of how it relates to me as a girl in the real world."

I'm sure I blushed. She said she loved me. Only two people had ever said they loved me, and both of them were guys dressing as girls. What was wrong with me? "Tara, I can't explain it you. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't totally understand it myself. I've never been attracted to TVs or CDs. But that is where life has led me. You are beautiful Tara. And so is Jasmine. But I've always wanted a totally heterosexual relationship.

"But here I am, involved with beautiful men. This is difficult to explain. I really like Jasmine, but I don't envision us ever having a lasting relationship. I just sort of fell into this. It's almost as if I feel responsible for her, and so I have to take care of her. And here is the wild part Tara, because I've had her I'm more open to ... shall I say other options?"

Tara smiled and reached over to touch me on the arm. "Maybe …?"

"Tara, I need to go to the little girl's room, would you join me?"

"Oh shit! Jasmine told me about you two. Christ yes, I'll join you."

I took Tara's hand and the two of us walked to the bathroom. As usual it was full. We stood towards the back, waiting for the handicap stall to open. A girl probably too young to be drinking here finally walked out and we quickly walked in. We both set our purses on the sink. Tara faced me and waited for me to make the first move. I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I whispered in her ear, "Tara, are you a big girl?"

"I think I can please you," she smiled.

I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. I threw them on top of my purse. "Sit down and hold your dress up," I whispered. She sat down and lifted up her dress. Her penis was pointing up and to the left. It was much bigger than Jasmine's but not as big as Mikey's. "Looks nice," I whispered. I grabbed my purse and pulled a condom out of the bottom. Tara just sat on the stool and smiled the biggest smirk I have ever seen. I unwrapped the condom and slid it over her cock as she held up her dress. "Dear, I've changed my mind. Maybe we should leave," I said with a grin.

"Karen, if you leave I'll hunt you down and kill you," she laughed.

I straddled Tara and sat down on her lap. I took her cock in my hand and I gave it a few strokes. She grabbed my hand and stopped me. She leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Karen, I'm going to cum as soon as you mount me. If you stroke me one more time I'm going to be limp. Let's get to the chase."

I gave her a light kiss on the lips. "Bitch!" I said, and I sat on her cock. She was right. I clenched my vaginal muscles only once or twice and I could feel her cum. That wasn't going to be good enough for me. I ignored her problem and started squirming around with her cock inside me. It felt much better than Jasmine's. Much harder and much fuller. I began to move up and down and quickly realized that Tara wasn't going to help me. She had already cum and even though she was going to try, it was up to me to reach orgasm. I used my legs to stand up and then sit down on her cock. Over and over I went through the motions, enjoying the feeling of a large cock inside me. It took several minutes but I finally reached my goal.

I eventually collected myself and gave Tara a careful kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I feel like a schmuck. I wish I could have another chance."

"Maybe another time, Tara. If it makes you feel any better, you're much bigger than Jasmine." I paused for a second and then I whispered. "Oh yea, size does matter," and I grinned.

We cleaned up and returned to the bar. We talked about nothing for about another half hour and then I decided that I needed to return home. "Thanks, Tara. I enjoyed the evening." And I then I thought about our little adventure. "Tara, I do want to get together again. Ok?"

"I can't wait," she said. I gave her a messy kiss and went home.

 

I reached home about half past one. and Jasmine was not there. I cleaned up and sat around until two thirty. Jasmine still didn't return home so I got pissed and went to bed in my own room. I guess maybe I was a bit jealous. Fuck it! I hadn't had a date with a real man in over months and Jasmine the transvestite was out with a real catch. I think I had cause to be pissed!

I never heard a sound until Saturday morning. I heard some pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. I looked at my alarm and it said 11:15. "Good mornin' sleepy head," Jasmine said as I wandered into the kitchen. "Want some coffee?"

"Oh yea." I answered. "How was your date last night?" Jasmine handed me a mug.

"Great. It was a lot of fun." She picked up her own mug and sat down across from me. "First we had dinner at a real swanky restaurant. I didn't even get carded. I guess there are some benefits in going out with someone as old as your father. And I took your advice, I ordered the most expensive item on the menu; lobster at market price. Charles ordered a bottle of wine for us, some real expensive white wine. I'm not sure what the name was, but it was pretty good. Oh, and wait a minute, I have something for you." She stood up and ran back to her bedroom.

When she returned she gave me a picture. It was the two of them sitting together in a booth with dinner in front of them. "They had a traveling photographer and I asked if we could have our picture taken. So there you are. It's a pretty good picture I think."

It was a good picture. It had obviously been shot by a professional. "So then what did you do?"

"We went gambling. He took me to a casino with slot machines and crap tables and roulette and the whole ball of wax. He showed me how to play craps. I think we even came out ahead. Then we played blackjack for a while. Did you know that when you're gambling they bring you free drinks?"

I chuckled, "Yea, I knew that."

"Well I didn't. It was real classy. Then at eleven thirty we went to a show right there at the casino. They had a master of ceremonies and he told a few jokes and introduced several acts. At midnight they counted down and everyone kissed."

"You too?"

"Well I had to."

"Was he a good kisser?"

"He was alright for a fifty-year-old man. I would much rather have been kissing you." She fluttered her eyelashes and blew me an air kiss. The show lasted until two thirty. They had a magician, a comic, dancing girls and a couple of singers. It was pretty neat."

"So you had a good time?"

"Yep."

"Did you give him a goodnight kiss when he brought you home?"

"Yes, I thought I should. Was that ok?"

"As long as you didn't slip him your tongue or grab his crotch." She gave me a dirty look and stuck her tongue out like she was going to gag. "And did he ask you out again?"

"Yea, he did."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I was stuck. I wasn't sure and I stalled for a minute, then he said, 'Did you have a good time?' and I said yes and he said, 'Good, let's do it again, then. I'll call you next week.' And that was about that."

"Jasmine, you can't go out with him again. Don't forget whom you're dealing with here. He is your adversary in a law suit."

"Well, I can collect more evidence against him, though."

"What are you talking about?"

"Pictures. That's what you want the pictures for isn't? You're going to use them for blackmail, aren't you."

"No!" I shouted. "That's illegal and I have no intention of blackmailing the man."

Jasmine was stunned. "But … then what did you want the pictures for? You insisted that I collect lot's of pictures on our date. I just understood that you had a purpose for wanting them."

"I do have a reason, but we are not going to blackmail anyone. And you can't continue to lead him on. It's very dangerous and could backfire."

"What do you mean?"

"The reason I didn't mind you going out with him, is because if things get really nasty later on, and they could, the pictures might prove embarrassing to him. They were meant to be used as a little protection for both of us. I thought they might prevent him from going after you in a vicious manner. But if you drag this along and play him for a chump, then he might get so mad that he'll want to get even. It might make him even more vicious. It's a fine line we're walking."

Jasmine settled back in her chair and sipped her coffee. "I see. You might be right. So what should I do?"

"I'll have to think about it. My first inclination is to have you say no when he calls you. But later he might think that he was set up from the git-go."

"Was it? Was this part of your plan?"

"Jasmine, there was no plan. How could I have possibly predicted that he would fall for you? I didn't even know he was divorced."

"Yea, your right."

"But there is another possibility. We could convince him that he's not interested in you."

"How can we do that? I think he is ga-ga over me."

"We convince him that you're not the kind of girl he wants. We show him that you're immature, a party-girl, a drug user. I don't know. Yes, I do know. I think this will work," as I thought for a moment.

"What? What did you think of?"

"You're gay. Or maybe bi-sexual. That would be better. On your next date you ask him to take you to a nightclub, Glitter. You can drink and dance all night long and show him that you're a young party girl and that you like, maybe even prefer, girls. You can ask Tara to meet you there and the two of you can hang together and sort of leave Charles on the outside. Don't ignore him, that would be stupid, but you can have Tara spend most of the night with the two of you. You and her can dance and drink and talk and act girlish and maybe act a little immature. Giggle a lot. Touch each other and hold each other's hands and stuff. Nothing over the top, but he'll get the idea. What do you think?"

"I think that might work. I can still show him that I like him, but he is number two on my list. I'll give him plenty of reason to wonder if he wants to hang with someone so young."

"There you go. That way he can walk away from you and not spend any more time or money on you. But you know, he is going to find out who you are at the trial. And that could be messy. It might work for us, or it might totally piss him off and he could go crazy. We'll just have to play that one on the run. It's too late to do anything about it."

"I just thought of something, what about Tara? What if he recognizes Tara? Then he'll know for sure that everything was a setup."

"He will never recognize Tara. First, I can't believe that she looks anything like Tara when she is not crossdressing. Second, it's dark and very loud at the club."

"But even Tara admits that she doesn't pass all the time. What if Charles figures out that she's a TV?"

"It just reinforces you're overall kinkiness quotient. It doesn't hurt you at all. And it still doesn't lead him from Tara the girl to Tara the lawyer. I think you'll be ok. And there is one other reason for doing this."

"What would that be?"

"We're so far in on this situation that I just like the irony of him meeting his opposing lawyer and client without even knowing it. Just a bit of irony for the novel I'll write someday," and I smiled.

 

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