Jasmine Cally Vail – The Awakening

by

G. L. Hudson

 

CHAPTER TWELVE

Charles called on Monday night and asked Jasmine for a date. Jasmine agreed but only if she could take him to her favorite nightclub. He agreed and so the event was set. The next day Jasmine called Tara and asked her if she would be available for the evening. Tara almost had those kittens when she heard Jasmine's scheme. Tara refused to do it.

Jasmine called me at work and said Tara had refused. "Don't worry," I said. "Let me talk to her." At lunch I stayed in my office. I closed my door and called Tara on my cell phone. Tara was not happy and thought we were getting in way over our heads. Speaking of heads, I had to make Tara a special romantic promise to get her to agree to our plan. The promise was collectable whenever and wherever she chose. The things that I did for Jasmine!

Saturday came and once again we dressed Jasmine to the nines. I had her wear a very short dress to emphasize her youth. I did her make-up and gave her a glittery club look. I had her wear long blue fake lashes and a bright blue eye shadow. She looked like a crazed twelve year old. I brushed a bit of glitter on her cheeks also. We went with a very bright red lipstick to complete the look. I found the longest, biggest drop earrings that I had and a large necklace with plenty of color. We painted her nails blue. We put her in four-inch heels and gave her a little red clutch purse. The only thing about her that showed her true beauty and taste was her hair. The permanent gave her hair a glorious style that I continued to love.

When Charles came to pick her up I made sure to watch his face when Jasmine made her entrance. She was chewing gum and said very loudly, "Hi Charles. Are you ready for a wild night of partying?" His expression was one of stunned surprise. I had to take another picture of them together, but Jasmine didn't take the camera with her this time. Her purse was too small. But no problem, Tara took hers.

I would have loved to have been there and watched the show. I had to rely on Jasmine and Tara's replay later. I don't think the night could have gone any better. He had her home by one. He only lasted for one song in the drag show and then he announced that he should probably take Jasmine home. The final push may have been when Jasmine gave Charles a dollar and insisted that he give it to the drag queen. As they left, Tara gave Jasmine a full lip-lock kiss while she grabbed a handful of Jasmine's ass.

When they got back to the apartment, Charles was the perfect gentlemen and walked Jasmine up to the apartment. He said he had a novel time, but didn't ask about another date. Jasmine said she gave him a nice little kiss, and then rather than say goodnight she said goodbye. Charles also said goodbye and then he walked down the hall to the elevator.

The plan had worked. At least as far as we could tell.

 

For the next couple of weeks, life went on in dull routine. Jasmine worked on sending out résumés, doing a little shopping and keeping the house clean. She cooked dinner every night and always met me at the door with a welcome home kiss. Work was boring for me. I had lost all interest and was just going through the motions. I knew I would be leaving in the near future. As soon as the first deposition was taken I would have to tender my resignation and hope for the best.

Tara continued preparing for the law-suit. It wasn't until the last week of January that she filed the suit. She asked for 4.5 million dollars. I was expecting all hell to break out at work, but I never even heard about the suit for over a week. They just played it like a routine case. 'Nothing important here. Go about your business.'

Things got a bit more interesting in mid-February when Tara subpoenaed her first round of documents and e-mails. True to her word, she didn't ask for a single thing from me. Mr. Pearson called us into his office one afternoon and announced that he wanted all subpoenaed records sent to him first. He also told the staff it was time for our yearly record cleansing. We were told to shred all unnecessary documents, and that included documents pertaining to office relations. That was code for 'Get rid of any documents concerning Jason.' The purge began. However, none of my files were purged. I just made sure that everything had a back up copy, either electronic or paper.

In late February we finally got some good news. Jasmine was called back for a second interview. A small law firm on the north side was looking for a paralegal. They didn't want to pay much, so an inexperienced person was all they could get. I put Jasmine in one of my best suits, helped her with her hair and makeup and sent her to the interview. She called me at work and announced that they had offered her the job. Jasmine was going to be gainfully employed. She was very excited and wanted to go out to celebrate. I needed something to get me out of my mid-week doldrums so I agreed.

Jasmine remained in her interview suit and still looked very nice when I arrived home. She had freshened her makeup and added a bit more for the evening lights and put on a pair of three-inch heels. We went to a mid-scale restaurant,as we were still counting our nickels. Jasmine was very excited. "This is great!" she said. "I can help pay my way now and I won't be bored to tears looking for things to do at home. And best of all, I get to dress and go out as a girl all the time now. I can wear pretty clothes and makeup and curl my hair and act femmy and pretty and this is full time now, and I can chat with the girls and flirt with the guys and I can't believe this is going to happen …"

"Slow down," I laughed. "You're going to rupture something." I reached across the table and took her hand, "This is wonderful for you Jasmine. You've come a long, long way in just a short time. What was it, about six months ago when we first met and less than that when Jasmine started peaking through in public?"

"I can't believe it was only six months ago. It seems like an eternity. This is just so fantastic. No way in the world could I have envisioned me being able to live and work full time as a girl. And to have such a beautiful and loving mate as you, Karen. I owe you so much … my entire life. Thank you so very, very much."

'Oh, oh,' I thought to myself. Did she say mate? I didn't want to be her mate. I liked Jasmine, I even loved her in a way, but I hadn't given up all hope of some day snagging me a real man. Tonight wasn't the night to break her heart, so I played along to a degree. "Don't go all mushy on me, Jasmine. We're only roommates. Ok?"

There was just the slightest bit of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh yea. Of course."

I had had my say, now I wanted to get her back in her celebrating mood. "Do you have enough clothes to become a professional female paralegal? Are we going to have to go shopping this weekend?"

"A girl can always use more clothes," she said enthusiastically. "And you know I love to go shopping for clothes and things."

"Yes I know. Let's do it then."

"What about money? We're still low on money."

"You have your savings. I think it is time for you to spend some of it. It is an investment after all. You're going to need nice business clothes. Your closet is mostly party dresses, and if both of us wear my business clothes, we'll wear them out fast. Yes, we should spend some of your savings."

"All right! A new job and a shopping spree. There is only one more thing that could make this day perfect." She placed her elbow on the table, flipped her wrist down and rested her chin on the back of her wrist. She looked at me and fluttered her eyelashes and pouted her lips. Her message was perfectly clear.

I repeated her exact motions, and the two of us fluttered our eyes at each other for a few moments. Then I leaned across the table and gave her a kiss. "I think I know what you have in mind. Do we need to stop and buy any whips or handcuffs on the way home?"

"That's an excellent idea. Do you know where to go?"

I laughed and responded, "I'm sorry but I don't. Maybe that's something we can add to our list for the weekend shopping spree." We both giggled. Through the rest of dinner I could feel my panty liner getting wetter and wetter.

Towards the end of dinner, the conversation turned to her lawsuit. She asked me what I thought her odds of winning were. "I think they're pretty good," I told her. "But don't expect a million dollars. That rarely happens."

"I'd take a million dollars," she said in a dreamy voice.

"What would you do with a million dollars? You don't have enough closet space for that many clothes," I teased her.

"I'd just have to buy us a bigger house. Do you think a million dollars would buy a house as big a Charles'?"

"I suppose so. Is that what you want? A big house?"

"I could live with that."

"Why not something just for Jasmine?"

She smiled. "Actually, that is what I was thinking about. What would you think if I got a boob job? Would I be a freak if I had breast implants?"

"Not at all. I think you'd look great. And it would eliminate the hassle of gluing on your breast forms all of the time."

"That is getting to be a pain. So really, what do you think if I were to do that?"

"Go for it," I said. "I can't encourage you enough. It's not often that anyone gets a break like receiving a nice pot of money. Go ahead and spend it on Jasmine."

"And one other thing. Do you think I would be vain if I got liposuction? I was thinking that if I could have my waist lippoed, I wouldn't have to wear my corset all of the time. It would be nice to leave it off some times. It would be so much more free feeling."

"That's a great idea Jasmine. I like your thinking. You're a beautiful girl, and feminizing your body would make your life so much easier. Plus, you would be so much cuter, if that's possible, that is. Do it Jasmine. It's your money, you paid for it. Enjoy it. Lord knows you went through hell to get it."

"Karen, you are so supportive, no wonder I love you." She kept saying words that scared me—like love. "I guess Jason went through a little hell, but Jasmine is so happy that he did it, and that you made him do it. As mad as I was at you at times, I'm really, really happy that you forced me to live up to my potential. Guess what, I've been feeling so much better lately that I'm thinking of cutting my medication level in half."

"Great."

"And if that works, then I'm going to try and quit totally."

"That would be wonderful if you could."

"Can we leave now? I want to go home and make wild and passionate love to you."

Jasmine couldn't wait for us to get home. She wrapped her arm around me as we walked to the car, and she gave me a long wet kiss before we entered the car. She was all over me as we waited for the elevator from the parking deck up to our room, and in the elevator she slide her hand under my skirt and rubbed my pussy. "A little excited are we?" she asked. I knew my panty liner was so wet that it had leaked a bit onto my panties. I grinned and kissed her again.

When we reached the apartment door, she took my purse and key. "I'll get the door, why don't you go slip into something more sexy." It looked like Jasmine wanted to take the dominant role, and I liked that idea. I went to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes, I didn't even hang them up. I threw them on the bed, slipped a short negligee over my head and went to the bathroom. I smeared some cold cream over my face, brushed my teeth and went looking for Jasmine.

I found her in her bedroom, already changed into a baby doll outfit. "Oh no you don't," she said as she grabbed my negligee and pulled it over my head. "You're too hot to be wearing anything tonight. Let me go wash off my makeup and I'll be right back."

Jasmine quickly returned and embraced me as she slid her tongue into my mouth. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. Her hands wandered down to my cheeks and she sunk her nails into my flesh. She pulled my crotch tightly against hers, and I could feel her erection pressing through her baby doll. She squirmed around to move her penis against me and she continued to hold me tight. "You are the sexiest girl in the whole wide world," she said.

She led me to the bed and had me lie on my back and spread my legs. She crawled between my legs and started kissing the inside of my thighs. She gave me goose bumps up and down each leg. My pussy was soaking wet and she soon began licking up and down my entire pussy. At the top she would flick my clitoris with her tongue and give me an extra tingle of pleasure. Next she would slide her tongue down to the bottom and push it into me as far as she could reach. Then see would repeat the cycle. Her work was beginning to pay off as I was quickly approaching orgasm. I was so horny to start with, that just a few minutes of Jasmine's tongue and I was squirting juices while my hips heaved as high as they could reach. Jasmine rode me like a bronco and continued licking and stimulating my pussy. I finally had to yell, "Stop," as the intensity of the pleasure became too much to endure.

That didn't stop Jasmine. She moved up to breasts and began licking and sucking and caressing and pinching my nipples. She started slowly and gently and kept my nipples hard. After I had calmed down from my first orgasm, she slid her hand down to my pussy and inserted two or three fingers into my pussy. I had no idea how many fingers she used, as I was too preoccupied with my breasts and nipples. After filling my pussy and sliding in and out for a few minutes, one of her fingers reached up to my clit and started rubbing and pressing against it. It felt wonderful. My hips started keeping rhythm with her finger and I soon lost all control as another orgasm rushed over my body and took all control away from me. I was literally panting when I fell back to bed.

"Wait a minute," I panted. Jasmine rolled to the side and laid her head on my shoulder. One hand slid under my back and the other cupped my pussy and remained motionless. After a few seconds, her leg slid over my leg. I could feel her pushing her penis against my hip. I reached down and took her penis in my hand. I grabbed it tightly and squeezed as hard as I could. Jasmine moaned and pushed against me. I didn't stroke her, I just kept squeezing and relaxing her penis. She continued to moan with pleasure.

After catching my breath I rolled over to face her, and she rolled onto her back. I squeezed her penis again, and then bent it down towards her legs. I bent it almost as far as the rigid member could go. I bent it to one side and then the other, pushing it to its limit. Jasmine closed her eyes and softly moaned as I continued to push and bend and squeeze her penis.

Then I slid down to her crotch and took her penis in my mouth. I flicked the shaft of her penis with my tongue as I began sliding my lips up and down. It took only a few seconds and she came in my mouth. I wanted to gag, but I held my composure and took the majority of her cum. I took her with my hand and continued to stroke her wet penis as I slid up to her mouth. I kissed her and squirted all of her cum into her mouth. I surprised her, but she took most of it and swallowed it.

We licked each other's lips and cleaned up the small amount of cum that we had spilled. "That was different," she said.

"Maybe someday you'll have to know what it tastes like," I cooed. "You just never know, lovely girl."

"I can't say that that was very appetizing. I certainly don't plan on giving head to another man, so I'm hoping I won't have to recognize that taste again."

"Are you saying that you don't like your own taste?"

"Not really," she said apologetically.

"But you wouldn't mind if I did that for you again; gave you head, would you?"

"I did enjoy the feeling, but I could pass on the sharing."

"You have some selfish notions girl. If you ever want me to do that again, we will have to share. I don't want to keep all of the fun to myself." I grinned and added, "I like to share with my girlfriends." I crawled up and straddled her face, "Let me give you something much more tasty," and I lowered myself so that Jasmine could begin licking my pussy again.

It turned out to be an awkward position for me, and we didn't last long that way. I dismounted her and lay on my back with my legs spread, inviting her to return to her previous position between my legs. Jasmine understood the invitation and we started all over again. She again brought me to a couple of lingering and stimulating orgasms and I was again totally out of breath.

After I recovered, I unrolled a condom and slipped it over Jasmine's penis. I rose up on my hands and knees and offered my pussy to her doggy style. "We are trying new things tonight, aren't we?" she said as she mounted me from behind. She began thrusting into my pussy, and I began pushing back. I could hear the rhythmic slapping of her scrotum against her legs as she pumped her penis in and out of me. I wondered if the slapping was hurting her, but she continued thrusting herself into my pussy, so I stopped worrying and enjoyed the new position.

She was slow in climaxing because it was her second time. She eventually speeded up her tempo and spilled her seed into the condom. I asked her to hold herself in me for just a few minutes as I allowed my pulse and breathing to slow down. Even though she was smaller than average, I enjoyed the feeling of her being inside me. I enjoyed the warmth and fullness.

We eventually collapsed side-by-side in her bed. I was naked and her baby doll was pushed up to her boobs. We held hands and lay there for several minutes as we let the sweat on our bodies cool us down. It took several minutes before I started to get a little too cool. I put on my negligee and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put a panty liner in my panties. I returned to bed to find Jasmine removing her condom and wiping herself off. "Let me do that," I said. I took a couple of Kleenex and wrapped them around the head of her penis as I milked the last bit of semen out of her flaccid penis. I gave her penis a kiss and said, "Thanks for the fun, sweetie. Goodnight."

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

In mid March, Tara sent in her second subpoena. This time she asked for some specific files from Karen Marlowe. I sent the files to Mr. Pearson who then sent them to his review committee. They looked through them and found the pictures of Jasmine. No one had any idea who she was, so they left the pictures in the file. In my e-mail file they found the note from John Taylor reprimanding me for addressing the office concerning harassment. They deleted that file. They also found a couple other files from Jason that I had been copied on. They deleted those also.

Tara called me that night and reminded me that I owed her a favor. She wanted me to go to dinner with her that Saturday night. "Dress sexy," she said just before she hung up. I told Jasmine that I would be busy Saturday night.

"Can I ask what you're doing?"

"A guy asked me out."

"You're going on a date?"

"It's a one time thing. I owe him a favor. I can't get out of it."

"What time will you be home?"

"I don't know. Maybe Sunday morning," I said. Jasmine's face drooped. It was painfully obvious that she was heart broken. "I'm sorry Jasmine, but I don't have much choice on this. You've went on dates before," I said referring to her dates with Charles Pearson.

"I didn't sleep with him," she said crisply.

"Who said I'm sleeping with anyone?"

"You did. You said you might spend the night. Let's not play grammar games." She was indeed mad.

I had no way to argue with her. And I was doing it because of her. In a way I was. I was also doing it because of me. I needed Jasmine to go out with Pearson to help cover my exit from the company. So, I had asked Tara to help for both of our sakes. And now I had to repay the favor. "Jasmine, I'm sorry but I have to do this. I have never misled you concerning our relationship. I have never said I was in a monogamous relationship with you. When you started playing wife, I told you right out that you weren't my wife and I wasn't your husband. Come on, give me a break." I walked out of the room and into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me. I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

The rest of the week it was very cool in the house. Jasmine barely spoke to me, and it was usually in single sentences. She had a headache so we didn't go out to dinner on Friday. On Saturday morning she decided to go to the laundromat and wash clothes. She spent most of the day there. She returned late in the day and announced that she would be going out for the evening. We both started getting ready for our evening, but we stayed in our separate rooms. It was an uncomfortable feeling when we bumped into each other going in and out of the bathroom. I had originally wanted to borrow one of her short, sexy dresses, but I decided that I had better not. I ended up wearing my best 'little black dress'. I used my hot iron to curl my hair so I didn't have to leave my bedroom to get my hair ready. I also stayed in my bedroom to apply my make-up.

When I went to leave, Jasmine remained in her room. "Have a nice time," she yelled through her bedroom door. I left with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to yell at her and remind her that we were not a couple. I had never told her we were a couple. I still wanted a real man with a real cock. But somehow, I still felt guilty. We had been living together for several months now. We had divided household duties and shared everything. We even shared expenses, other than rent and utilities. She had started buying some of the groceries, and she even picked up a restaurant tab once in a blue moon.

But somehow it rang hollow. And on top of everything else, I was going out on a date with another person just like her. I was going on a date with a crossdressing male and I was intending to have sex with him. Not exactly a 'real man with a real cock'. And to make matters worse, it was her best friend. In fact, her only friend. I didn't exactly feel proud of myself.

I met Tara at her house. She was dressed in a short red dress with a plunging neckline. I don't know how she did it, but she had cleavage. Her nails were manicured and her hair was in an updo with a few tendrils falling along her face and neck. Her makeup was impeccable. She looked very attractive and very passable. It was possibly the best I had ever seen her look. I decided that I couldn't bring Jasmine and my baggage along for the evening. I tried to be happy and perky.

"You look gorgeous tonight, Tara. My gosh, how did you get such cleavage? You've got more than me!"

She laughed and replied, "Tape. I'll show you later. You look beautiful as always. I love your dress. Where did you get it?"

"I honestly don't remember. I've had it for a long time."

"It still looks beautiful, but that's probably because you can make anything look beautiful. So are you hungry?"

"Just a little," I said. My fight with Jasmine had taken away much of my appetite. "Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"I'm taking you out, Karen. I'll drive. We're going someplace new. I've never been there before and I don't know for sure how TV friendly they will be. But it is one of the best restaurants around. I've heard great things about it."

"Tara, you won't have to worry about being TV friendly. With your cleavage and that beautiful dress and makeup, no one will ever guess. You are going to be stared at though."

A big grin broke out on her face and she turned to get her purse. We walked to the door and she handed me her purse while she put on her coat. "Let's go gorgeous." We locked arms as we walked to the car.

It was a 30 minute drive to the restaurant and we chatted about the weather and politics and even sports. She never once brought up work. That was going to be our dinner conversation. I tried to hold up my end of the conversation, but I'm sure it was lagging some.

We reached the restaurant and were seated. Tara continued the small talk until our drinks came. We both ordered a tequila drink. "Prost," Tara said as we toasted each other. "To a beautiful night," and we each took another sip.

"Ok now, we have to a have a heart-to-heart," Tara announced. "What the hell did you do?"

"I beg your pardon, young lady?" I asked innocently.

"I received the results of the latest subpoena. There isn't much there, sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have something for you." I set my purse on the table and retrieved my memory stick. I handed it over to Tara and smiled. "There might be some things on here that they forgot to send along."

"Like what?"

"Like I don't know what they left off, yet."

"You mean they censored your files and deleted a few items?" I shook my head yes. "That's illegal. They could be held in contempt of court." I just smiled. Tara smiled. "We can't exactly compare files here. What might they have accidentally forgot to pass along?"

"Did you get some pictures of a girl?"

"That I did. Who is she?"

"The early Jasmine. Maybe we should start from the very beginning." I explained how I found out about Jasmine. Then I explained how I forced her to begin wearing panties and camisoles at work. I explained the reason for the pictures.

Tara was thunderstruck. "Jasmine never told me any of this."

"Well she probably wasn't too proud of it. In fact she was extremely embarrassed."

"Why did she do it? Why did you do it?"

"Tara, that's something I've thought long and hard about, and I still don't have a good answer. The easy question is why did Jasmine do it. And the answer is because she had no self-esteem. She had been psychologically abused by her parents. With no self-esteem and no self-confidence it was easy for me to bully her into doing almost anything I wanted. That's the easy answer. The really tough answer is why did I do it." I took a sip of my drink and stalled for time.

"So?"

"I'm stalling, can't you tell?" She shook her head yes. "I'm not totally sure. I'm not a good shrink. Part of the reason was I was mad at men. I had been dating a man from work, and after three or four dates, I agreed to go to bed with him. Damn, he was well endowed."

"Better than me?" she grinned.

"Oh yea. Much better. But he was a Class "A"asshole. The next morning he left to go golfing."

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

"Oh yea. And on Monday he told everyone in the company."

"The asshole."

"I got crap from all the girls. I was so embarrassed I couldn't stick my nose out of my office for a couple of days. So I was pissed at men in general. So just maybe I was trying to get even with men."

"And?"

"And I'm not sure. I was lonely, I had no real friends at the company, and I was being ignored by management. It soon became obvious that I was nothing more than the token girl, and she could be ignored. The quota was filled, end of conversation. So I had a chip on my shoulder. Maybe it was a way to get back at the company, maybe get even with the company males and the old-boy network, maybe a way to humiliate someone else. Lord knows I felt humiliated. Tara, I can't really tell you why I did it. I just did it. And you know the really sick part?" Tara didn't say a word. "I liked it. I enjoyed it. It was a rush. I humiliated him and I controlled him. I was having fun." I thought for a moment and then added, "I thought I was having fun. Does that explain why I did it?"

"Actually, I think it does. Will you say that on the witness stand?"

I gulped the rest of my drink. "That's part of the reason I'm here Tara. Yes, I'll tell them the same story under oath."

"Jesus Christ," she whispered. "What else."

"Is there a list of weekly reports or complaints from Jason?"

"I don't remember seeing anything like that."

"How about a weekly performance review or complaint list concerning Jason."

"Yea, I saw that. It looks pretty bad."

"They're all lies. You'll have no problem proving it."

"How?"

"The memory stick has Jason's weekly report. And by the way, he sent it to Lisa, the office manager who then wrote her version of events. Check times on the earliest version of each. He also copied HR, the director named Kleber, and sent me a blind copy. Since I was the first contact for HR in the law department, I also got Lisa's reports. I then compared the two, wrote a critique pointing out discrepancies and I added notes on how to substantiate the true version. I can probably prove over 50% of Lisa's comments are lies. You have all the details there," and I nodded towards the memory stick in front of her.

"No fuck?" she said.

"No fuck, lady. I can also testify that Jason was being harassed, insulted and blacklisted from the day he started the company."

"How?"

"I'll testify that my very first day, the three worst culprits, including his direct manager, told me that they thought he was gay. They insulted him behind his back and called him derogatory nicknames. I'm sure we can pull other secretaries and paralegals into the deposition and force them into admitting the same thing."

"Wow."

"Tara, order me another drink, would you please, honey?" Tara stood and waved the waiter over. She wasn't playing the part of a demure and beautiful lady. She was in lawyer mode and she demanded action.

"Continue," she said.

"I need more booze. Wait 'til he brings my drink." We sat quietly for a minute or so. He still hadn't brought the drink but I began anyway. "Ya' know Tara, I can't exactly say I'm proud of any of this. The only thing I am proud of is no matter how pissed off Jasmine was, I did force her to do the right thing. It wasn't my intention. My original intention was probably humiliation and pain, but I guess at least she came out in better shape." The meaning was that I didn't come out in better shape. Tara was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. My drink finally arrived. I gulped down half of it.

"Was I saying something?"

"You were saying that the rest of the office was already calling him gay when you started there."

"You know, I was enjoying the situation most of the time. I kind of egged the girls on when Jason started dressing more obviously in women's clothes. I made him go to lunch with us so the girls could embarrass and humiliate him. I made him wear panties, then a camisole, then stockings. I made him get hair extensions so his hair was long. Sometimes I let him wear it as a pony tail. Guys wear their hair that way. That's ok. But other times I braided it. I braided it in a French braid. It was so obviously feminine that everybody in the company wanted to come to the law department and see the freak. Then I made him pierce his ears. Not once, but twice. Guys get their ears pierced, but not twice. At first I started him with studs. But eventually I made him wear hoops." I laughed and took another gulp.

Tara was quiet and just listened.

"In the end I even made him carry a purse to work. We arrived early and left late, so no one ever saw it. But it was the psychological effect on him. I was forcing him to act like a woman. I knew all of this was humiliating and embarrassing, but deep down inside me, I was sure that it was what he really wanted. And it was. He really did want to be forced into acting out his fantasies. His dreams actually. But that is a bunch of rationalization. I still can't fully convince myself that it was ok." I took another gulp and finished that drink. "I need another, please."

Tara got the waiter's attention and pointed to my empty glass. "So what happened then?"

"So his life became a living hell. The girls treated him like shit. There are three girls I want you to really go after; Lisa his boss, Terri and especially Jasmine. Call them up early and force them to tell their lies. Later you can nail their asses for perjury. They really did make life horrible for Jason. Did you know she's on anti-depressants?"

"No."

"Paxil. A heavy dose. She couldn't function without it. She was constantly crying." I paused and let the waiter set down my third drink. "She was also responsible for PC repairs and updates around the department. She rushed through that work first thing in the morning before any one else was in the office. Then she retreated to her cubicle and refused to leave for the rest of the day. She called it her foxhole."

"Shit." Tara had a limited vocabulary at times.

I shook myself out of my pity party. I was feeling sorry for both Jasmine and me. "Listen Tara, you've got just about everything you need to nail their asses. In addition, if you play your cards right you can nail half of them for perjury and the other half for withholding subpoenaed evidence. Win for Jasmine. Ok?"

"Ok. If everything you say is in there, no problem."

"Let's order."

We ordered our entrees and another drink. My fourth was on order. "So you planned all of this in advance then?"

"Heavens no. I didn't plan anything. It just evolved. It happened. I tried to manage it on the fly. I didn't really know what I was doing."

"Well it worked out pretty well for you."

"Did it? I'm not so sure."

"What do you mean, Karen. I think we have an excellent case."

"It's not the case, it's me. I'm totally messed up now. Can I have another tequila?" Tara looked at me like I had just said something outrageous. "Did I spit on myself?" I asked.

"It's coming. You really should slow down, Karen. You're drinking pretty fast on an empty stomach."

"I know. I'm pretty stupid at times."

"Come on Karen, ease up on yourself. You've made Jasmine very happy."

"That's nice. But Karen is getting screwed up. I'm not sure what is happening to me. I'm not thinking straight any more."

"Karen, what in the hell are you talking about?"

"Tara, I don't know what I want any more. I don't know where I'm going. I'm ashamed of everything I've done, but at the same time I think I did some good things. I'm totally confused."

"You're not really happy about being here with me. Are you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"My office does a lot of divorces. I get all the wives and the other partners handle the husbands. They think I'm good with the girls. They think I have a special rapport. I wonder why they would think that?"

I grinned. The waiter brought me my drink. "Do your partners know about Tara?"

"No. The only two people in the world who know are you and Jasmine. But anyway, I'm getting fairly good at understanding women. I have an ability to listen and to hear some of the things that they aren't saying. You aren't saying a lot Karen. Do you want to?"

"Yes, I should."

"Let's start with why you don't want to be here with me. You don't like me? You don't want to sleep with me tonight?"

"You see, that's the problem. I want to. I really, really want to. Tara, you are absolutely beautiful tonight. Sexy and especially desirable. I want you in the worst way."

"Keep going."

"But I don't want to be attracted to transvestites. I want to be with real men with real cocks. I've never wanted to be with girls, I have no lesbian tendencies at all. But I see you and Jasmine and you are so feminine and so beautiful and I do want you. Because you are transvestites. I find both of you exquisitely desirable. All my life I've been solidly heterosexual and I never would have given you a second thought. And actually I didn't. I knew you for a long time and I was not attracted to you. I liked you. I enjoyed talking with you and I thought you were pretty, but I had no desire to bed you. But now I do. I would love to take you to bed."

"Ok. So what's the problem?"

"Jasmine. She is really pissed that I'm here with you tonight."

"You told her?"

"Well I had to say something. She expects me to be at her beck and call all the time. She acts like I'm her mate, her spouse."

"Karen, I thought you told me you two weren't in that type of relationship."

"I'm not. Like I told you, I want a truly heterosexual relationship with a well-hung man. I'm not in love with Jasmine, but she's in love with me. She thinks were a couple."

"I see. What exactly did you tell her about us?"

Our dinners arrived and I began pushing my food around my plate. "I told her I was going on a date."

"What?"

"I said it was business related, I owed you a favor and I had to go on this date."

"Did you tell her you were going out with me?"

"No. I didn't name any names."

"You're leaving something out, aren't you?"

I pushed my food around a bit more. "She wanted to know when I would be home, and I said maybe Sunday morning."

"You didn't."

"Yea, but I'm not tied to her. She should know that. It should be ok for me to do what I want to do." I was feeling a little tipsy and my logic was starting to tip also.

"Well that explains a few things. So what do you want to do now?"

I was confused. "I'd like to have sex with you, Tara. I really do. But I don't want Jasmine to be mad. She's mad you know? She wouldn't talk to me for three days. She had a headache and refused to go out to dinner last night. Tonight she went out by herself."

"Where?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask and she didn't say."

"Karen, here's what we're going to do. You're going to stop pushing your food around your plate, and your going to eat some of it, ok? You're drunk and you need some food in your belly. Next, I'm going to call Jasmine and we're going to find out where she is. Then we're going to go get her. Eat," she ordered.

Tara pulled her cell phone from her purse and hit Jasmine's speed dial. She sat and watched me eat for a few minutes while the phone rang. "Jasmine, hi it's Tara. Good. What are you doing? Where are you? Stay there, I'll join you. I'm half way across town so give me at least an hour, ok? Great. She ya soon."

"Karen, are you eating?"

"Yea," I said with a full mouth. "Waiter!" she yelled. "Something just came up and we have to leave now. Bring a couple of doggy bags and the bill, please."

The waiter wrapped up our meals and Tara handed him a hundred dollar bill. I guess she didn't have a credit card in Tara's name. It only took about ten minutes and we were in the car heading towards Susan's. It was a lesbian nightclub a couple blocks from Glitter. "You're too drunk to drive Karen, so we'll go straight to Susan's and get Jasmine. Then were going to my house and sober you up. Unless Jasmine wants to drive you home, you can spend the night at my house.

"So how you feeling?" Tara asked me.

"Same as before. Confused … guilty … mixed-up … a little angry … horny. I still owe you, Tara."

"I'm not sure if you do. Some how, I think you're intentions were always well meant. Your methods might leave something to be desired, but I think you were looking out for Jasmine. And seeing what kind of people you were dealing with, I'm kind of glad I was able to meet Pearson as Tara. It adds a bit of irony to everything."

"You give me too much credit. I wanted you to be there that night not because of Jasmine but because of me."

"What do you mean?"

"I needed Jasmine to chase Pearson away without making him mad. I wanted Jasmine to date him in the first place because I wanted pictures for when I had to face him."

"What do you mean, Karen? Did you plan all of that?"

"No, I'm not that smart. I just took advantage of a couple of things. Like the invitation to his party. The only reason I went and took Jasmine was because I wanted to fuck Jasmine on Pearson's own bed. Then I left the condom wrapper laying on his bed."

"WHAT?

"Oh yea. Didn't I explain all of this to you?"

"No, you did not. Tell me what happened."

"Well that's how Jasmine got the date with Pearson in the first place. I took Jasmine to his party. I said she had a wardrobe malfunction and we needed a private room for a few minutes. He let us use his bedroom and I fucked Jasmine on his bed. Then I left the condom wrapper on the bed. That's how Jasmine got the date with Pearson. He thought she looked hot and when we went to leave he asked her for a date."

"So they went on a date?"

"Yea."

"And then they had a second date?" Tara was confused.

"Yep. Only by that time I realized that we had to put a stop to it. We had enough to embarrass him, and if we dragged it out further, it would probably have really pissed him off when he found out later."

"And how does this affect you. Why did you say that my favor was more for you than for Jasmine?"

"Because as you'll see, we already had enough evidence to probably win Jasmine's case. But the day after I give my deposition, I'm going to get fired. Maybe not the day after, but it won't take long. Ya' know what I mean."

"I think I'm starting to. I forgot about you and what's going to happen after you testify. Yes, they're going to be royally pissed at you. They'll fire your ass in a heartbeat."

"If I'm lucky."

"What do you mean by that?"

"They might also bring charges up against me for unethical behavior. I could lose my license."

"They wouldn't, would they?"

"They might. Especially if Pearson thinks we screwed him and embarrassed him on purpose. That's why I needed the favor. I need him in a vulnerable position, but not a pissed-off position so I can bargain with him."

"What are you going to bargain for?"

"I'll offer my immediate resignation with no hassle if he'll promise not to charge me in front of the board and try to get my license revoked."

"And is that where the first date and the pictures come in to play?"

"Yea. I'm hoping he remembers that I have them, and even if I don't do anything overt, I can embarrass him with his buddies. Nobody wants to have his friends think he was played for a schmuck."

"Now it's all starting to fall into place. You're a hell of a lot more clever than you take credit Karen. It all makes sense now. What a plan! I am really impressed."

"Tara, I'm not kidding when I say there was no plan. Some things kind of happened, and I tried to play them the best I could. But very, very little of this was planned. It happened. If I was that smart Jasmine wouldn't be mad at me, and I'd have some manly stud for a boyfriend."

Tara laughed quietly and muttered something about O. Henry.

 

We finally made it to Susan's. We walked in and found Jasmine sitting at the bar. Jasmine saw me and said, "What are you doing here?"

Tara answered, "Karen was my date tonight."

Jasmine was totally surprised. "Your date? She said she was going out with a guy."

Tara just looked at Jasmine and said nothing.

"Ok, but she said it was business and she owed you a favor. Were you two going to have sex?" Jasmine's eyes burned into Tara. I turned away from the two of them and waved the bartender over. I listened to their conversation as I ordered a tequila sunrise.

"Jasmine it was business, and yes she owes me a favor. But no, I'm not going to collect. Today I received the latest batch of documents that I subpoenaed from your old company. Apparently, they left out a lot of incriminating documents and Karen brought them to me. They're really important documents. Critical and possibly the ultimate documents we will need to win your case. She explained all about them and how to use them to win your case.

"The favor she owed me was something she did for you. When you needed my help to chase away Charles Pearson I refused. Remember?"

"Yes," she said suspiciously. My drink arrived and I started sipping.

"Karen called me and said she would do anything I asked if I would help you. She was being totally unselfish and I tried to take advantage of her. I'm ashamed of myself now. You and Karen are the only friends that I, Tara, have. Karen reminded me how important that is. I'm sorry for even taking Karen away from you for one night. I don't want to lose your friendship Jasmine."

Jasmine was deciding what to say next. I spun around on my barstool and Tara saw my drink. She made a grab for it and I blocked her. "Karen, you don't need any more to drink. You're drunk already."

"I'll be the judge of that," I said as I took another sip.

Jasmine looked at me with a hard look in her eyes. "You hurt me," she said. "I'm in love with you and you know it. But you were perfectly willing to walk out and have sex with someone else. You don't even care about me."

Tara jumped back into the fray with a vengeance. "Jasmine, you don't know what the hell you're talking about. You have no idea what Karen has done for you, and what she has given up for you. No one in this world has done more for you than Karen."

"Like what?" She threw the question at Tara like a grenade.

"Let's start with her job. She's going to be fired because of you."

Jasmine stopped dead in her tracks. She glared first at Tara and then at me. "What is she talking about?" Jasmine asked me.

Again, Tara acted as my attorney and answered for me. "She's going to go on the stand, and under oath she's going to back up everything that has happened to you. She's given me irrefutable proof that you're telling the truth and they are lying. It's going to blow their case and open some of their people up to possible perjury. Pearson himself will be open to charges of withholding subpoenaed documents. As soon as she does that, she will be fired. And if they're really pissed and they think they can get away with it, they'll try to get her disbarred. And even if they don't do that, she will be black listed in Chicago and maybe the entire state of Illinois. How's that for starters?"

Obviously Jasmine didn't know what to say. She turned to me and asked, "Is all of that true?"

I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip.

"Come on Jasmine, if you want to be mad at someone be mad at me. If you want, you can fire me. I'll turn the case over to someone else if you want."

"Nope," I said. "Tara you will try the case. No one else is necessary." I finished my drink and set the glass on the bar. I held up one finger for the bartender.

"No you don't," yelled Tara. She waved at the bartender and handed him a ten dollar bill. "You've had enough." Tara turned to Jasmine and said, "Karen's had enough to drink. She can't drive tonight. I'll take both of you back to my house. You can either drive Karen home in your car, or you can both stay over at my place. Or if you're still mad, you can go home and Karen can sleep in my spare bedroom … by herself." Tara turned to me and pulled me to my feet, "Come on girl, let's go."

She may have thought I was drunk, and maybe I was a little, but I knew perfectly well what the situation was. And I had no trouble walking. The three of us walked out to the car and they helped me into the back seat. They sat in the front seat and ignored each other for the entire trip back to Tara's.

It was time for me to do something. As we stepped out of the car I slipped and fell on my butt. "Ouch goddamn it," I swore. I thought the swearing would be a nice addition. Tara and Jasmine both took one arm and pulled me to my feet. "Can we spend the night?" Jasmine asked.

"Absolutely," Tara answered. I gave Tara a wink.

They walked me into the house and Jasmine took me into the bathroom and helped hold me up as I washed my face. Then she took me into the spare bedroom and stripped my clothes off. She slipped one of Tara's negligees over me and put me to bed. I fell unconscious in a matter of minutes.

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I'm not sure what happened that night after I went to bed, but Tara and Jasmine must have settled their differences. Everyone became good friends again. I think we all learned something that night, but I'm not sure about me. I was still willing to go to bed with Tara. Maybe along with my desire for a 'real man with a real cock', I wanted more variety. I have no idea what my problem was, but that was me.

Tara was finally able to nail down the company to set a deposition date. They managed to delay it until late May, and they came up with a handful of continuances and had it delayed into late June. But eventually, even the American law system caught up with Mr. Charles Pearson and his connections. The deposition was set. Both Jasmine and Karen prepared for the big day.

I was prepped by the finest lawyers our company could buy. I went through four different mock trials. If they say this, you say this. If they do this, you counter with this. Never answer more than they've asked. If they ask a yes or no question, you never say more than yes or no. Make them push for more details. Remember, their questions have to be specific. If they ask for a general question, answer in generic terms. Tell them nothing specific. Don't answer questions looking for your opinion. This is a court of law and facts, not opinions. Look for the most general way possible to answer any question. If they can't ask a very specific question, you can't answer. Look at your counsel if you have any questions. He'll help. If you have a problem answering the question, your counsel can intercede and make them rephrase the question. Do that until you get a formatted question that you're comfortable with."

It was an hilarious situation. I was already being prepped, but it was by the other side. In terms of international spies and James Bond, I was the ultimate mole. Not that I was especially proud of that, but it was kind of fun. As Tara would say, "Shit - life should be fun - go for it girl!" I went for it.

So did Jasmine. By late May, her hair had grown almost another two-inches, and her perm was wimping out. It was time for the girl to get ready for her big day. There was only one person to see; Gina. Jasmine made the appointment to see Gina. Jasmine told Gina just exactly how important the occasion was going to be. Fortunately Jasmine had spoken to the genius. Gina knew exactly what to do. She turned Jasmine into a goddess.

About three weeks before the deposition, Jasmine went to Gina's salon. Gina started by coloring Jasmine's hair. Jasmine went from a light brunette to a gorgeous, no a stunning, red head. Gina didn't make her an outlandish or a super bright redhead, just a sexy and not-too-subtle redhead. Jasmine's hair was about two inches longer than in December when Gina had last performed her magic. Gina left her hair straight and long. Jasmine's previous style fit exactly into what Gina wanted to accomplish. Jasmine came home with a straight style that hung to the top of her shoulders. All of her hair was essentially the same length, as it looked like the hair from her crown ran straight to the bottom of her cut. It was perfectly straight, she had her bangs cut razor straight, one millimeter above her eyebrows and the color—oh my the color! Jasmine looked like a Hollywood starlet.

When she walked in the door, I had to have some fun, "Who are you?" She gave me a smile. "Listen, I'm expecting my girlfriend home any minute now. We better go screw right now before she gets home."

Jasmine giggled and said, "I know, she's probably not more than an hour behind me. Quick strip down to your panties and let's jump in bed."

It just so happened that I was wearing a long, comfortable pleated skirt. I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off and showed them to Jasmine. "Come on, hottie, let's do it."

Jasmine laughed and laughed. It was obvious that she was happy with Gina's performance, and I think she liked my review. "What do you think?" as she spun around.

I laughed and sat down. "Oh my. Oh yea, not only is Gina an artist, but her canvas is 24-karat gold. You are, and I will not lie or exaggerate, absolutely fantastic. Beautiful. Sexy." I had to pause to find the right words, "No you're better than that. Jasmine, I'm not sure what to say, but I'm very serious when I say that your hair, your color and your style are striking. They're what you would see on a gorgeous Hollywood star who had spent all day getting ready, and was now trying to impress the entire world. No more than that, it's what the studio with five hundred dollar an hour stylists with unlimited budgets would do to make a statement in front of the Oscars. Wow!"

"That's it?" she asked. "I tried hard, and that's it?" She was grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm sorry Jasmine, but for once I'm forced to tell the truth."

Till this day, when I think back I truly was amazed. Her hair looked like it came out of a shampoo ad. It flowed, it shined, and it radiated. It was perfectly straight, it was red and it was sexy. Jasmine had no idea how good she really looked. For an observer, it was beyond TV and movies.

 

The day of the deposition finally arrived. Jasmine and I had discussed our clothes for weeks in advance. We both were going to have to make a solid statement. We wanted to look credible, but feminine and vulnerable at the same time. We wanted everyone to say, 'Oh shit, everything they said was true, and I want to convict those assholes that did that to them.'

We decided that I would go in as a solid business and intellectual woman. Very professional, very credible and strong, but also a woman. I went with a new business suit. I wore a low-cut blouse, no cleavage, but lower than normal business blouses. It was ivory colored and fit well with my dark blue, pinstripe suit. My skirt ended a bit higher than normal, right at my knee, so when I was seated it pulled about an inch or two above my knee. Black stockings and two-inch heels completed the clothing. I wore my hair in a bun with very long needles to give me the 'librarian' look. The idea was to duplicate the pornographic image of the sexy, but repressed librarian.

(I guess it worked alright, because Jasmine insisted that I stay 'dressed in role' when she attacked me that night.)

We decided to take almost the same approach with Jasmine. We wanted there to be no doubt in that court room that Jasmine was all woman. We put Jasmine in a business dress, but we emphasized the younger business woman approach. We knew that the color of her dress was going to be extremely important. Red or white would be overbearing. We went with a subdued periwinkle blue. The dress had a rounded neckline and a lace trim that ended well above her cleavage. The dress itself extended to her mid-calf and had a tight, form-fitting shape. The waist was ruched, and with her corset pulled 'Betty Boop' tight, she had a very womanly figure. She had long sleeves that ended with three buttons and a bit of lace on each sleeve.

Of course her hair was stunning. Jasmine Cally Vail had her nails manicured and she went with rather heavy makeup , but used subdued colors. With the strong bangs that she had with her new hairstyle, she had to go a bit heavier than usual on the mascara and eye makeup. She wore large, 18 karat gold hoop earrings, and a wide, gold herringbone necklace. She had recently taken to wearing her glasses as they complimented her new hairstyle and color. Jasmine looked nice, period.

 

We drove to the courthouse and found a seat outside the courtroom. Jasmine and I sat side-by-side and chatted in a whisper. Thomas "Tara" Jefferson walked by us and gave us a slight nod. Mr. Kleber, Lisa, Jasmine and Terri dribbled into the area and I gave each a quick wave, and then turned my attention back to Jasmine. I didn't want any of the girls wandering over to chat with us. I didn't think they would recognize Jasmine, but I didn't want to take any chances. If they heard her voice they might put two and two together.

Eventually Charles Pearson and two of the company's outside counsel arrived. Charles spotted us and walked over. "Jasmine, is that you? My you look pretty to day. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here with Mr. Jefferson."

Charles looked confused for a moment, then a light went on in his head. "I'd forgotten. You said you were a paralegal and looking for work. I guess you're working for Mr. Jefferson now?"

I started giggling to myself. 'Actually, he's working for Jasmine,' I thought to myself. I really wished that I could be in the courtroom when Pearson discovered who Jasmine really was. Jasmine and Tara had strict instructions to memorize Pearson's facial expression when he learned the truth. I wanted both of them to describe the moment to me in perfect detail later.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders and immediately changed the subject. "Do you like my new hair color?"

"It's absolutely striking," he said. "It looks very becoming on you."

"Thanks. Now, I need a man's opinion on something. There is no right or wrong answer so don't be bashful. Do you like my hair better this way, or the way I used to have it?"

"Jasmine, I like it both ways."

"That's not an answer. Come on, I really want to know."

"I love your hair this color. It really is good. But I think I prefer you in curls. I've always been partial to curly hair."

"Thank you for your honest opinion. Next time I have my hair styled, I'll put some curls into it."

"I'm sure that whatever you do, you'll look beautiful." He glanced at his watch. "I better get going. I hope to see you again."

"You will, Charles," and she broke into a huge smile.

Jasmine picked up her purse and took a deep breath. "I guess I better get in there too. Wish me luck."

"Good luck gorgeous."

 

The deposition was being held in the private chambers of one of the county judges. There would be no judge for the depositions. A stenographer would record everything, while the two opposing sides deposed the witnesses. This was the opportunity for both legal parties to learn all of the details concerning the case. They had to share all of the information that each had. Witnesses were treated much as they were in a real court; they had to swear to tell the truth and they had to answer question from both lawyers. The witness' lawyer could order that a certain question not be answered, but if there wasn't a good reason for refusing to answer the question, it could and probably would be brought up later in front of the judge. The witnesses would be deposed one at a time, and would not hear any testimony from anyone else. When finished, they would be instructed to not discuss any details outside of the room.

Tara had been planning her attack for weeks. She started with Mr. Kleber, the head of the Human Resources Department. Most of the initial questioning concerned HR policies and guidelines. Tara had already read all of the guidelines, but this was her chance to get the details into the record. She was setting the table, so to speak.

Next, she had Kleber review all of the information that he had received concerning Jason. This included e-mails, written reviews and telephone conversations from everyone involved. Some of the documents came from Jason, some from Lisa and a few from other interested parties. However, not all of Jason's e-mails were in the 'official' package. Most of the interesting discussion would concern Lisa versus Jason and what they had reported to HR. Tara pointed out all of the conflicting information coming from the different parties.

Finally, she made Kleber explain what steps he had taken and why. Why had he believed one person and not the other, and how his steps fit within the company guidelines. She hammered home the point that if the reports that Kleber had received were incorrect, then his decision to terminate Jason was incorrect. And she pointed out, that the company was responsible for any person who knowingly lied or misrepresented the facts. Kleber couldn't claim ignorance, because it was his job to verify all the facts before acting. She made sure everyone knew that the company's actions could only be upheld in a court of law if all of their own guidelines had been followed and only if Jason had not performed within those guidelines.

Kleber's testimony was without controversy. He merely explained the rules that the evidence would have to meet. Next, Tara brought in Lisa. Tara spent over an hour going over every one of Lisa's e-mails, telephone conversations and written reviews. She made Lisa clarify every point and take credit for everything she had said or written. Tara never questioned any of Lisa's comments, she just made sure that there could be no doubt as to what Lisa had claimed.

After Lisa was finished, Tara brought in Jasmine and Terri and did the same thing. In addition, Tara repeatedly asked if any of them had instigated any acts or comments against Jason. Were they truly innocent in all encounters as they claimed? Was there anyone else who could verify or support what they said? Again, she made it perfectly clear what Terri and Jasmine were claiming. Tara nailed down their testimony in the finest details.

Then the moment of truth came. I was called into the chambers. I took a seat and immediately looked at Jasmine and then Pearson. If Pearson had been shocked by his discovery concerning Jasmine it was no longer evident. But he did look angry. I think he had put two and two together and realized that I was probably going to be on Jason/Jasmine's side. How right he was.

Thomas "Tara" Jefferson began my questioning. We started with my very first day at work. We went over the gay comments concerning Jason. Who had said what at lunch? Who had asked additional questions later? How often did they say these things? Who else did they make these comments to? We went into as much detail as I could remember. Then Tara asked, "And let me understand the timing here, had Jason begun dressing in women's clothing at this time?"

"No," I answered. I glanced at Pearson and he was staring at me. He was mad.

"And you know this for an absolute fact?"

"Yes, I do."

"I'm going to come back to how you can be so sure of that. But first, let's review what happened once Jason did begin wearing women's clothes. What were the comments once the other girls realized he was wearing women's panties?"

I covered as many details as I could remember. We went chronologically through Jason's increased use of women's clothes and what the girls said and how they reacted each step of the way. We covered only what I had witnessed first hand. Pearson was getting hotter and hotter as I undermined his entire case. I repeatedly pointed out that the other girls had instigated harassment and they had lied about it under oath. Up to this point it was mostly my word against theirs, and Pearson repeatedly pointed this out.

Next, Tara reviewed the documents that had been sent to HR. The documents that Kleber and his department had used to justify firing Jason. It was at this point that Tara presented the logs that Pearson had withheld form Tara during the discovery process. Tara made an off-hand comment about the document not appearing during the discovery phase, but now wasn't the time to discuss why it hadn't been delivered with the other documents.

We went through every one of the points in my logs, and I presented documented refutation to most of Lisa's complaints and poor reviews. Pearson was really angry at this point. He tried to argue on the first one or two points, and Tara pulled out documented evidence each time. It was becoming evident that Pearson had been out prepared by Tara. She was ready to beat him on every point that he tried to bring up. Tara had been preparing for these points for over two months. Pearson had never expected to see any of them. There was little wonder as to why Tara was winning.

By the end of the line of questioning, we had defeated just about every claim that the company could make as to Jason's performance and workplace actions. But they still had one point to fall back on; Jason was dressing inappropriately for work and that alone was enough reason to dismiss him. They could still argue that it was his decision to do this, and he had to accept the consequences.

That was when the conversation became really interesting. Tara began, "Earlier, Karen, you said that you knew exactly when Jason began wearing women's clothing. Tell us how you are able to be so sure of your self."

I looked at Pearson and began, "Because I am the one who made Jason wear those clothes. Each and every day I brought clothes to work and I made him put the clothes on, and then I made him show me the clothes to prove that he was wearing them. Jason didn't decide to wear women's clothes, I made him wear women's clothes." Charles Pearson's face registered pure hatred. If there hadn't been other people in the room, he probably would have strangled me. I loved that look.

"Why?" Tara continued.

That was where everything became difficult. Even after all that time, I still didn't know why. I explained how I found out that he was a closet transvestite. I explained how I had been embarrassed by Mikey. I even explained my anger at Pearson and the rest of his male staff. I explained my resultant anger at men in general, and my desire to humiliate Jason. I went over everything that I had discussed months earlier with Tara at our dinner appointment. But that still didn't explain why to my satisfaction. Everyone seemed satisfied with my reasoning, but I still didn't buy it. At least not all of it. I'm not sure that I ever will understand why I did it.

I continued with my story on the humiliation of Jason. Tara pulled out copies of the pictures of Jasmine that I had saved on my computer. I explained the morning routine of dressing Jason and then reviewing the pictures. I explained how it continued until Jason moved in with me. At that point I started dressing him at home, and I forced him to dress in more feminine clothes as the days and weeks went by. I controlled his dressing, and so I was the one responsible for the attire that he wore to work. One of the lawyers at his company intimidated him into doing what the company eventually fired him for.

When I finally finished, the dynamics of the room were much different than when I had entered. I had been in the witness chair for almost three hours. We decided to take a break. Pearson immediately walked over to me and said, "I'll expect your resignation letter first thing tomorrow morning."

"I'll bring it to your office at 8:00 A.M. Will you be there by then?" He turned and walked away.

I walked over to Tara and Jasmine, "That was pleasant," I said with a twisted smile. "Ok, tell me what happened when Pearson figured out who Jasmine really was?"

"It was great," said Jasmine. "I was sitting at the table with Tara when the stenographer came in. Pearson and his guys were sitting at the table and just waiting. Tara says, 'Ok, shall we get started?' and Pearson says, 'Aren't you going to wait for your client?'"

Tara broke in and said, "That's when I replied, 'My client's here, we can get started.' It finally dawned on Pearson. He looked at Jasmine and this dumbfounded look went across his face."

"And he started to turn red," Jasmine interceded. "And the best part was when one of the other lawyers looks at Charles and says, "Are you alright? Would you like something to drink?"

"I wanted to break out laughing," Tara said. "It was the best thing that I have ever seen in a court of law. He never said a word for the first two witnesses."

"Yea, he just sat there while the other guys made all of the comments and asked their questions."

"He looked like a deer in the headlights. It was great!" Tara finished.

I was all smiles. "I think he recovered a little. He just told me he wants my resignation first thing tomorrow morning."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Tara said.

"Me too," added Jasmine.

"But it wasn't unexpected was it?" Tara asked.

"Nope. Now I hope I can negotiate an escape without having my entire career and future destroyed."

"You will. I have all the faith in the world in you," Jasmine said. She took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze while she gave me a reassuring smile. "Thanks for everything you've done for me. Especially sitting up there and telling everyone the truth. Only a real friend would do that."

"Enough pity," I said. I turned to Tara, "Are you done?"

"I think I've done enough damage for one day. Let me go ask Charles if he wants to call it a day." Tara left the room and I slumped into a chair.

"Are you ok?" Jasmine asked.

"Yea. I'm just tired. That was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I'm emotionally drained. I need some food and a drink."

"I agree. Here comes Tara. Well?"

"We're outta here."

"Where's the nearest bar," I asked.

"Follow me, I'm buying. Thomas "Tara" Jefferson led us out of the courthouse and down the street to a corner bar with cold drinks and excellent hamburgers. We celebrated our initial battle with the corporate world. We found a booth at Tara's bar and ordered a round of drinks. After a bit of idle chit-chat Jasmine asked, "What's the next step?"

Tara responded, "We meet again tomorrow at nine to finish the depositions. I still want to call John Taylor and nail him down on his memo to Karen. And we haven't heard yet from you Jasmine. I'm sure that Pearson has some questions for you."

"Oh boy, I can hardly wait," she said with absolutely no enthusiasm.

"Don't worry Jasmine. Just remember what we've talked about, and you'll be just fine. Remember, smile and look Charles in the eye. You've already got one leg up on him."

"Don't under estimate him," I warned.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Tara asked.

"I'll go to work just like normal. I'm prepared for my meeting with Mr. Pearson. I've got my resignation typed and I have the pictures from his date with Jasmine. If he decides to come in early and sack me, I'll be ready. If not, I'll go through my normal routine and wait for him to finish your deposition. I'm sure that he'll return to the office then."

I took another drink and then asked Tara, "What was your take on today? Did we make our point?"

"Without a doubt, Karen. It was a devastating day for the defense. They'll be rethinking everything tonight."

"Do you think they'll settle out of court?" Jasmine asked.

"Not yet. We're dealing with a big corporation. Pearson couldn't settle tomorrow even if he wanted to. There are several layers of checks and balances and he'll have to work his way through all of them." Tara smiled at Jasmine and added, "But we gave him plenty to consider. We'll have to finish tomorrow and then wait for him to make the next move."

"But you will apply a little pressure, right?" I asked.

"Yes. It will take close to two weeks for us both to receive the transcripts of the deposition. As soon as they arrive, I'll call Mr. Pearson and make our first offer."

"With a deadline of course." Jasmine stated.

"Of course. Each week I'll call him and raise the price."

"Do you think he'll think we're serious?"

"Probably not. He's going to assume it's just a negotiating technique. But if he does make a counter offer, and I refuse it once, then he might assume that we are serious. It's going to be a big poker game and we'll have to see who blinks first."

"And if we go to trial …?"

"I'm confident that we'll win, Jasmine. But you never know what a jury will award. To be honest, I don't think a jury will offer a transvestite as much money as we're asking for. Our society hasn't come that far. I think they'll give us justice, but not much money. – maybe even nothing. And I suspect Pearson thinks the same way."

"And do you think Pearson is willing to gamble?"

"If not for your date with him, yes I think he is willing to go to trial. He'll load that jury with as many homophobic men as he can find. They'll sit in that jury box and dissect you with a fine tooth comb. I really don't want to go there."

"But there is my date with him, right?"

"Yea. Strange things can happen at a trial and he knows that also. If some how I can bring out his date with you, he is going to be extremely embarrassed. I'm betting that he doesn't want that to happen. We'll actually have a good read on him after he fires Karen. If he agrees to your demands and signs your agreement, then I'll feel much better about our chances."

"Oh joy," I murmured.

 

The next morning I decided to go with a soft and feminine dress. I applied a bit more makeup than usual and tied my hair up. I wore a pair of twwo-inch heels. I dropped a bottle of bright nail polish in my purse. I decided that once I reached the office I'd put on a couple of coats before Pearson came in.

I didn't think that I would be able to haggle it out with him if I tried the power business-look. It wasn't going to work with this man. But if I could remind him of my feminine charms and by association, Jasmine's, I thought maybe I could forge a small advantage.

Jasmine gave me a hug and kiss as I left for work. "Good luck, Karen. I love you."

I reached the office by seven. No one else was there. I sat at my desk and applied the nail polish to my nails. Then I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I rehearsed my speech to Pearson. I knew it was a waste of time. As soon as I walked into his office, I knew that I would forget the entire speech, and I'd stumble around answering his questions and accusations.

And that is exactly what happened. He arrived at work at 1:30 and called me. He wanted to see me immediately. I took out my purse, grabbed my compact and lipstick and I freshened the color on my lips. 'Let's go,' I said to myself.

When I reached his office, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in Karen. And close the door behind you." I walked in and he was sitting behind his desk. He was leaning back in his chair and had his hands clasped and sitting on his lap. He stared at me as I walked in and stood in front of his desk. He did not offer me a chair, so I opened my file folder and dropped two copies of my resignation on his desk.

"Is this your resignation?" he asked coldly.

"Yes sir."

He picked them up and took a quick glance at them. "Why are there two copies here?"

"Because one copy is for me."

He gave me a questioning look and then said, "Maybe I had better read this. Sit."

I sat. He read. He was a fast reader, and he finished in less than two minutes. "You've got big balls, Karen." He smiled at his little joke. I said nothing. My speech had long been forgotten. "And why do you think I should agree to this?" he demanded.

"Because it ties up a lot of loose ends, Mr. Pearson. It puts this entire episode behind us, and there are no further issues to bring up later."

"You must feel pretty proud of your self, Karen. You and this Jason person. How long did it take you to put this extortion plan together?"

"There was no plan, Mr. Pearson. I never planned this. It happened. It happened mostly because of you, you and your laissez-faire approach to managing this office. You and your sexist attitude towards me."

"What are you talking about, Karen? My sexist attitude?"

"Come on, I'm not totally stupid. I was here to merely fill that little box on your forms to the government. Yes, we have a woman in a professional position. Not that we'll ever let her into the true decision-making level of the company."

"What are you blathering about?"

"In over nine months here, I met with you once. Just once. I was able to meet with my direct manager only three times. Three whole times!" I spat at him. "I asked for additional meetings and additional guidance and I was always told that he was too busy to see me. Every time I asked someone to join me for lunch I was turned down. I was never asked to lunch by any of your people. It didn't take long to see what my status was. I was a token female, and all of your protestations won't change that."

He changed his attack, "What do you mean this was my fault with my laid-back approach? I didn't lean on this staff and drive them crazy with micro-managing. I thought most people now-a-days responded better to that approach. I disagree 100 percent with you Ms. Marlowe."

"No, you can't claim any of that crap. You provided no guidance and no management at all. You left it up to your office manager with no over-sight of her. It went to her head and she acted as she and her little clique damn well pleased. And Taylor's memo reprimanding me for trying to lay out some guidance is proof of it. Did you tell him to send the reprimand to me?"

He swung his chair 90 degrees and looked out the window. It was at that point that I realized that I had hit the mark. He probably did tell Taylor to send it. Or at least he gave Taylor permission to send it. Up until now I thought he was relatively innocent in all of this, but now I knew better. He had decided how I would be treated and utilized. He did control things the way he wanted, and the office ran the way that he wanted. This wasn't laissez-faire, this was behind-the-scenes manipulation. He was the enemy here.

"Ms. Marlowe, I'm not going to buy any of this feminine whining. You will not get away with any of this."

He swiveled his chair back around and leaned forward, trying to intimidate me. "I have no intention of signing this contract of yours. I will terminate you with or without you're resignation letter. And If I want to initiate disbarment proceedings against you, I will do so."

I stood up and reached for the contracts. I placed them in my file case, and then I took out a picture and handed it over to Mr. Pearson. "Here," I said. "Jasmine asked me to give this to you. She asked me to tell you that she had a great time. She thought that maybe you would like a souvenir of your time together."

Pearson froze. He stared at me with his cold eyes and through clenched teeth he said, "So this is where your plan becomes evident. Your cards are on the table. Blackmail is it?"

"Not at all," I said. "You're so hung up on this extortion plan and blackmail plan. I said under oath that there was no plan. I merely handled the situation to my advantage. I manipulated things that evidently you set up to your desires. The problem is, you're pissed because I turned your stupid incompetence against you.

"Well Mr. Pearson, I'm going to make a confession just between us. There was one thing I planned. It was your Christmas party."

"How did you manipulate that? You set me up with Jasmine to embarrass me, admit it."

"Get over it. How in the world was I going to convince you to hit on Jasmine? Shit, I didn't even know that you were divorced. No, the only thing I planned was fucking Jasmine in your own bedroom on your own bed. 'Wardrobe malfunction'? I used that excuse to convince you to let us have your bedroom. I stripped off her panties, laid her on your bed and then climbed on top and fucked her. It was great. By the way, did you get my souvenir from that night? I left the condom wrapper on your pillow."

I had hit the bullseye. I could see it in his eyes. He had found the condom, and now he knew where it came from. I had him off balance and now was the time to finish with my planned speech. "If you sign the contract, I walk out of here and you never see me again. I'll even leave town. I think you've got enough other problems, Mr. Pearson. You've got some employees who committed perjury to start with. There is the question of some missing subpoenaed files. And you've got a lawsuit that's going to be very embarrassing with upper management. You don't need me around. Here," and I placed the contracts back on his desk. "Signing the contract costs you nothing except some petty revenge. And you don't want to go there. Sign it and I'm gone. Period. I'll be waiting in my office." I walked out before he could say anything else.

I went straight to the ladies room and soaked a paper towel in the sink. I sat down on the comfort couch and placed the towel on my forehead. I leaned back and closed my eyes. That was the toughest thing that I had ever done. That was much more difficult than the deposition the day before. I was proud of myself. I didn't totally fold, and I did get my message across at the end. There were many things that I should have said or said better, but I didn't fold. Wow!

It took twenty or thirty minutes for my pulse to return to even close to normal. I tossed the towel and returned to my office. A signed copy of the letter was sitting on my desk. The emotion that flowed through me was something that I had never expected. Relief is only the tip of the iceberg. At first I wasn't sure that he had signed it. I read the entire contract and looked at his signature. It was still there. The invisible ink had not disappeared.

I didn't know what to do first. I started picking up the few items that I had left and stuffed them into my briefcase. I couldn't grab items fast enough. I was afraid that I would leave something behind. I walked around the room one last time, picked up my purse and briefcase and walked out. I walked out and never looked at anyone. I didn't notice any of the offices or the cubicles as I walked straight to the elevator and hit the button. It took forever to arrive. I wanted out before Pearson changed his mind and came running after me.

I got off the elevator, and almost ran to my old rust-bucket. I climbed in and drove out of the parking deck, continuously looking in my mirror to see if anyone was following me. As soon as I reached the street, I turned left and started smiling. "I did it!" I screamed to no one. "I did it!" I couldn't wait to get home and give Jasmine the news.

 

The full effect had sunk in by the time I reached our apartment. Jasmine was already home. She had returned directly from the deposition. "Karen, you're home," she yelled as she ran over and gave me a kiss and a hug. "You're home early. Did Pearson go back to the office? Are you fired?"

"Yep. He came back and we had our talk." I said noncommittally.

"And well?" she asked.

"It couldn't have gone better," I said. Jasmine started jumping up and down. She grabbed me around the neck and gave me a big sloppy kiss.

"That's great," she said. "Tell me the entire story. I want to hear all of the details."

"Sure, let's sit on the couch. But first, how did your day go?"

"Ok. No problems. Charles asked me almost no questions at all, mostly he had me confirm facts. He had me confirm the reports that I had written. He asked if Jasmine and Terri had indeed committed the things that I claimed, calling me names and messing with my desk. It didn't last nearly as long as I thought it would. Tara said afterwards that she was surprised."

"Well, that seems consistent with my meeting. He acted very tough and adversarial at first, but I gave him your picture and pointed out that he had some perjury problems on his hands, and he came around."

"What exactly did he say when you gave him the picture?"

"He accused me of blackmail. He said, 'So this is your plan.' I told him there was no way in the world that I could possibly manipulate him into falling for you. I told him that I didn't even know he was divorced. But what really finished him off was when I told him my plan for his Christmas party, and how we pulled it off. I told him about the souvenir I left on his bed. That really shook him. I think that's when he realized that we had him."

We talked for a while longer, going over our individual days. Then it was time for a reality check. "Jasmine, you realize this is going to change everything for us, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"First, we're going to have to move. We can't afford this apartment any longer."

"We can't? I'm still working. I've got money."

"Jasmine, do you know what this apartment costs?"

"No."

"More than you make, Sweetie. Also, I'm not ever going to find another job in this city."

"I thought you're contract with Pearson handled that. He won't disbar you, will he?"

"No, but he will black list me."

"But you have you're contract, you can make him stop."

I just shook my head. Jasmine really was naïve. "Sweetie, I'll never know it. He'll talk to people behind my back and there will be no trail. I'll be stopped from working and I'll never know why."

"Can he do that? Will he?"

"Most assuredly."

"So what can you do, Karen?" Jasmine was sincerely worried.

"I have to leave Chicago. I have to go some where else and start over."

"Where? And what will you do?"

"I've been thinking about going to Wisconsin, Milwaukee. And what? I've always wanted to have my own law office. Kind of like Tara. But the problem is, I'm going to need a secretary and paralegal. Plus I'm going to need an office and office equipment. I don't have any money. In fact, I'm still $30,000 in debt thanks to my school loans. I'm not sure what I can do."

"I do," Jasmine said. "I know where you can get a really good secretary and paralegal for almost nothing." She smiled at me and I returned the smile.

"I'll bet you do. Who might that be?" I was grinning.

"Probably the most beautiful transvestite that you've ever made love to. I'm sure she will work for you."

"Thanks," I said and I leaned over and kissed her on her soft, colored lips. "I like the flavor of your lipstick," I told her.

"I like yours too."

"But we still have a problem. Money."

"Not a problem. I'm going to win this case. And any money I win is half yours."

"No, I won't accept that, gorgeous. I have a slightly different idea."

"What might that be, honey?"

"Would you be my partner? You put up the money, you work for me and I supply the legal shingle. Half the proceeds belong to you and half belong to me. How does that sound?"

"Um, let me think about that." She rolled her eyes, looked around the room, twiddled her thumbs and continued to ignore me.

"Well?" I asked.

"Under one condition. You're going to be the brains behind the business, but I'm going to be the money. I want 51% of the control."

"What?" I shrieked. "Since when do you think you deserve 51% of anything?" I meant it. I was the one who had gotten her this far. If not for me, she would still be hiding in the closet.

"Since I have the money."

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have anything."

"Maybe. No, you're right. If it wasn't for you Jasmine would never have blossomed. But Jasmine has arrived, and it is time that she started taking care of her self. I want 51% of the control," she grinned.

"Damn it. I've created a monster."

"A beautiful monster, mind you."

"That's your opinion," I said.

"No, that's Charles' opinion. And yours. And Tara's. I'm beautiful and I think so and that's that. I want 51% and you're the boss on a day to day basis. I will address you as boss lady, ma'am, mistress and employer. I will make you coffee, type your briefs, run out for donuts and lunch, take dictation, stall or lie to clients on the phone and fuck you whenever you ask. I'll even crawl under your desk, pull down your panties and lick your pussy while you talk to a client. But I will also own 51% of the business. Period. No further discussion." She extended her hand towards me, "Deal?"

"I didn't mean to create a monster," I said. I shook hands.

"Great," she said. "To make it legal, you have to seal it with a kiss and then we have to consummate the deal. We can do that right now." I kissed her.

 

The next couple of weeks Jasmine went to work, and I started researching my new job. I went online to look for office options in Milwaukee. I checked out the competition to see if there was any lack of lawyers in Milwaukee, and as expected, they didn't need another attorney. But that was going to be the case anywhere we went. I would just have to make a niche for myself. I made a trip or two to the city to perform my own personal reconnaissance. I checked with the local Better Business Board and the local law board. I talked with some of the local advertising agencies and tried to get a flavor of the city. And I got a listing of dates for the Wisconsin bar exam.

Jasmine's trial was coming up and we were sure that Pearson would ask for a continuance. The normal operating procedure would be to stall as long as possible. Therefore, we were shocked when Tara called and said Pearson had made an offer. "He wants to settle out of court." Of course he does I thought. We were asking for millions, I figured he would offer a couple hundred thousand. I wasn't wrong. He offered half a million. Not bad.

"No!"

"What? That's half a million dollars!" I said.

"Yea, and Tara gets a third, then I pay another third for taxes and I end up with what?"

"Do the math," I said.

"I did, it's only about $200,000."

"That's not bad," I said. "What did you start with?"

"That's not what counts. My answer is no! Tara, counter with $3.5 million."

Tara answered, "Jasmine, you've got big balls. But if you force him to trial, you might get even less."

"I know. No, I'm not going to accept. $3.5million and no less."

"You're getting greedy Jasmine," I said.

"No I'm not. I don't expect that much. I'm just negotiating. Maybe I'll send him another picture."

"No!" said Tara. "That would be suicide. I'll call him back tomorrow. You realize that it will take several days for him to respond, even if he wants to."

"I know," she said. Jasmine was adamant.

 

One week later, Tara called again. "Pearson had made his last and final offer. Take it or leave it. If you don't like it, he'll see your ass in court."

"Tough talk," Jasmine said. "How much?"

"One point seven million dollars."

"Holy shit! I'll take it," she yelled.

"Are you sure that's enough?" I asked.

"Let me do the math first," she grinned. She started counting on her fingers. "Somewhere around three quarter of a million after taxes. That might make me forget the son-of-a-bitches."

"If you say so," I said.

"When do I get the money?"

"It'll take about 5 weeks before I get it," Tara said. "I'll deposit the money in your account, minus my commission. Let's say the middle of next month. Can you live with that?"

"We can make do," Jasmine giggled.

 

It took us almost 5 months before we got moved to Milwaukee. I passes my bar exam on the first try, so that was a large weight off me. As soon as Pearson agreed to the deal, Jasmine made a call to a cosmetic surgeon. She made arrangements for breast enhancement and liposuction. It took several weeks to recover, but it took only one week before she wanted to have sex. We were very careful, and stuck to digital manipulation. But she was satisfied.

Her figure was awesome. She had elected 'C' cup breasts. Not too big, and with her tiny waist they looked very proportional. She wasn't a big girl and she didn't need to be a caricature. Her figure was simple and beautiful.

After her recuperation, we started getting ready for our move to Milwaukee. We were packing boxes and preparing for the move. Jasmine wanted to have a special dinner to put an end to our Chicago life, and prepare for our next life. We went to a very upscale restaurant; Jasmine was paying. After the meal and during our dessert, Jasmine handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Open it and find out," she answered.

I opened the envelope. It contained a cashier's check for seventy five thousand dollars. I couldn't believe it. "What's this for?" I asked.

"It's for you to pay off your school debt. You helped me pay off my debts, I'm helping you," she smiled.

"But there is an extra forty five thousand dollars here."

"Well, I also owe you for back rent. And you bought groceries for both of us."

"This is amazing Jasmine. What am I supposed to do with the rest of this money?"

"You're supposed to use it as a down payment on the partnership's transportation vehicle."

"A car?"

"No a BMW. The head of a professional law practice should look like a winner. She should drive a car that says, 'This law firm wins'. I think it should be a black BMW. What do you think boss lady?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

 

 

EPILOGUE

 

It took us the better part of five months before we had more than three clients. Business was slow to start up, but we were getting more calls and things were starting to look positive. One Saturday morning we slept in a little longer than usual. Jasmine snuggled next to me and kissed me on the cheek. Her hand slid across my satin-smooth negligee and came to rest over my pussy. She pulled the hem up on my negligee and exposed my pussy. Her finger slid into my slit and began to caress my clitoris. My legs automatically opened and invited her into me.

Jasmine hiked up her baby-doll and rolled on top of me. She slid her little penis into me and began stroking in and out. She pulled her penis out and stroked it against my clitoris for a minute, then slid back in and continued thrusting in and out. She kissed my nose and gave it a little lick, then moved to my lips. She had morning breath, but then I was sure that I did also. It didn't matter. My mind was centered on my erotic zones as Jasmine did an excellent job of slowly and deliberately bringing me to an arousing climax.

Jasmine collapsed on me, her firm tits pressing against my much smaller and softer breasts. We layed together for a few minutes, and then she raised her head off my shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at me. "When are you going to propose to me?" she asked.

"Oh heavens," I said. "You silly sissy, why would I want to marry you? I get all the sex I want now. Why should I pay for something that I get free now?"

She smiled and kissed me. Her lips were very soft. "Because the free trial period is over. Maybe that's why."

"Are you cutting me off?" I asked with a grin.

"Of course not. I would never do that. But I think its time to have a ring. Don't you?"

"What would the arrangements be?"

"I'll be the most loving wife that you could ever imagine. I'll worship you, even more than I do now. I'll be your wife and I'll raise your, I mean our children. I'll be your housewife if you like, or I'll be your secretary and paralegal as now. But I do insist on wearing a beautiful gown at my wedding ceremony. And of course I want you to be in a beautiful gown also, with a tiara and flowers and long trains and veils and high heels and a huge diamond ring."

"Is that all?"

"Of course not. But we can start there and negotiate."

 

We married at a small ceremony three months later. Tara stood for Jasmine and my mother stood for me. We both wore beautiful dresses and had flowers in our hair. It was a double ring ceremony – two identical 3 karat rings. It was only 14 months later that we had our first child. A 10 pound 3 ounce bouncing boy. A daughter joined him two years later. One son and one daughter. Both enjoyed the softness and joy of a feminine childhood and lifestyle. We spoiled them and doted on them. They lacked for nothing and were spoiled rotten. Eventually, as adolescence approached, Jessie chose a male lifestyle with our blessings. But before he chose, he did make a beautiful daughter.

  

  

  

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