John's Gift
by: Prudence Walker

 

Chapter Twelve

Having got dressed, we went down for lunch. I didn’t know whether Jan had ever had to meal before, but I was betting not. Mum was there, organizing tonight’s dinner as usual.

"Mum, is it okay for Pauline to stay over? She was hurt by Nick today and we invited her to stay for the weekend."

"Of course it is dear, is Cathy staying over too?" she said. Looking at Pauline, she winced at the marks left on her now scrubbed face.

"Yes, if that’s not too much bother?" I replied.

"Honey, I would do anything for you now that you dropped that creep Nick and became my daughter again."

"Thanks mum," I said looking at Pauline’s face to see her reaction. She was looking distinctly uncomfortable as if discussing her old body was making her all too aware of her changed circumstances.

After a nice lunch of sliced ham on freshly baked hot bread rolls, we went back up to my bedroom to see what we could do about Pauline’s bruises.

Taking about makeup and concealers and powders was totally foreign to Pauline who only knew about lipstick from the times she as ‘Nick’ had kissed it off someone.

We sat Pauline down in front of the vanity, while we discussed our options. Then without asking her, we started applying cosmetics explaining to Pauline exactly what we were doing, as we expected her to do it herself tomorrow. Using a base concealer first, the worst of the bruising was hidden then using progressively lighter shades we brought her face back to normalcy dusting her cheeks with a little blusher brought out her usual beauty.

Handing her a tube of lipstick, we busied ourselves with selecting clothes, while we watched her attempt to apply the lipstick. She looked at us, then at the tube as if it was something evil. Cathy and I grinned at each other, knowing the subtle torture we were putting her though. We saw her turn to the mirror. Her hand rose with the lipstick, pausing as she inspected our handiwork. She shrugged, as if giving in to the inevitable then started to put the lipstick on; starting on her upper lip and very carefully drawing it across. Remarkably, she did a fairly good job of it and as she did the lower lip, we saw a slight smile as she realized that she had done it satisfactorily.

As one, we turned to her and told her she needed a little eyeshadow and mascara if she wanted to attract the men. Her face blanched at bit even under the makeup and there was a desperate look in her eyes. We closed the noose a little tighter saying,

"If you are still pinning after Nick, then you’ll have to go all out, I mean you know how he is, only the prettiest will do," I said.

She looked at us with such desperation, torn between trying to remain as masculine as she could given the circumstances and trying to become the person that she assumed the new Nick would be attracted to.

We stood looking at her, discussing what shade of eyeshadow she should use, as if this was a normal every day event. Handing her the small palette box containing the assorted shades we’d agreed on, she managed to do a reasonable job with our coaching. We had to painstakingly show her the art of applying mascara and eyeliner, demonstrating on our own eyes first.

Finally, we deemed her acceptable, and started in on the clothing. We told her to strip down to bra and panties, and then gave her one of my nicer slips. This very light feminine piece of clothing was a satin blend that, when I first experienced it, sent tingles all though my body.

We waited, watching her face as she pulled it over her head and slid it down over her body. As she smoothed it, we saw her eyes widen as the sensations assailed her brain.

We handed Pauline a garter belt and a pair of very sheer stockings while we ourselves started doing the same. The ease at getting the garter belt on, made me suspect that Pauline (as) Nick had had some prior experience with them (most likely the removal).

It made me shudder slightly as the thought came to me, that the familiarity might have come from me or, at least the prior Jan. To think of Nick undressing this body of mine made me uncomfortable even knowing that the person in charge of it at that time was willing. It made me feel soiled in some way and it gave me some insight as to how a raped girl might feel, the violation and the shame, although she is blameless.

We told Pauline to be careful as she rolled the stockings up her leg, as these were a very fragile type of stocking, (they actually were very tough as I’d had found out myself). It gave her an out, should she actually ruin them, plus a hint on the way to put them on. (Weren’t we kind)? Pauline did get them on, and attached to the garter no less. We watched as she ran her hands up her legs and from both her surprised expression and my own first experiences with stockings, I could pretty much guess what was running though her mind.

Next came a dress, a shimmering creation from my own collection of clothes. It was a deep red stretchy fabric that would hug every curve of Pauline’s body. The silver threads running though it made it glisten as the light caught it. It had a collar and flowed from there to the shoulders, leaving the arms bare, then going down to just above the knees. Above the chest was a teardrop opening that allowed the cleavage to be seen. It was a dress that screamed, ‘I’m female and loving it.’

As Pauline got the dress on, her eyes went wide as the sensuous material slithered down her well-shaped form.

The thoughts that were going though her mind was plain to see, on one hand we could tell she was getting turned on by it all as she stretched her legs languorously, admiring the sleek shiny look of her legs. However, we could see the conflict as she tried to sort out her feelings. She was a male, wasn’t she? Should she be letting these feelings take over? Should she be letting herself enjoy the hither known pleasures of being a female, with its attendant sensations from the very erotic feeling fabrics?

Giving her no time to reflect on the situation, we handed her some pearl drop earrings and several bracelets. She struggled to get the earrings though the holes in her ears as we guessed she would, it being her first time, but finally she was ready, (almost). I did the dirty on her and sprayed her with my most feminine smelling perfume so that she was surrounded in an ever-present cloud of scent that would cling to her for the rest of the day.

Standing up, Pauline turned away from the mirror to see Cathy holding a pair of red of high-heeled pumps. The heel was a ‘modest’ 4 inches and the toe was so sharp, that it would put the eye out of anyone coming to close. Before he could shake her head in a futile attempt to forestall the inevitable, Cathy got in first with.

"These are just the thing to get Nick’s attention, besides, they go with the dress. Just take smaller steps and you’ll find walking in them easy."

I turned away, trying not to snigger, when I first wore them, I fell over twice trying to get my balance sorted out. While Pauline was bent over putting the shoes on, Cathy smirked at me, remembering the trouble that I’d had with those particular shoes.

She stood, balancing precariously, seeming to be unwilling to try a step. We ignored her, getting our own shoes on. (Just as high I might add).

Cathy had called Brad asking him to come and pick her up in ten minutes, and then had walked downstairs to wait. I fussed over my hair ignoring Pauline’s tentative steps in the shoes. After making a call to Sam to pick me up, I went down to see Cathy, saying I’ll see you down there.

Going to the downstairs phone that I knew was on another line, I rang Nick, hoping ‘she’ was home. Nick answered after several rings and said ‘hello?’ in a cautious tone.

" Its Jan, how is it going?"

"Phew! I thought it was someone else ringing me." ‘She’ said, brightening up.

"Look, we have Pauline all dolled up, how about accidentally meeting us at the restaurant, where we are heading for in a few minutes. It can be a surprise."

"Okay, no problem, I’ll even dress appropriately for the occasion."

"Great, ‘she’ looks stunning, I think she’s on the prowl," I laughed.

"I can’t wait to see her," Nick replied.

"Okay, see you at Romano’s in 15 minutes."

"Oh, by the way ... I have an idea, just play along with it okay? Pauline will expect you to react hostile to me at first, so no kissing."

"Yeah right, I can see me doing that in front of Sam," I retorted, with a laugh.

I hung up then and went to see Cathy; she was waiting for me with mum, who wasn’t very happy at my plans to be out late, even with Sam.

"I’m still worried about that Nick character showing up and causing more problems," she stated.

"Oh, we took care of Nick and his cohorts. They are now stitched up, aren’t they Cathy?"

"Oh yes, we showed them a side of themselves they’ll never forget," she giggled.

Mum looked at the both of us with a puzzled expression.

"What are you girls on about? Come on I want to know," she said, getting exasperated.

"Just trust us, if we say that Nick is a changed guy, you’d better believe it. After all, it was us he was after. Would we take a chance going out, if he was still dangerous?"

"Well I don’t know what you did, but I suspect I shouldn’t ask...right?"

"It’s safer if you don’t know mum," I said, but it’s nothing bad...right Cathy?"

"Jan’s right, it’s rather hard to explain. I know that’s not very reassuring, but we removed any chance of a threat coming from Nick."

"I won’t ask then, just be careful. There’s always more than just one Nick type in this world, unfortunately," sighed mum.

Just then, we heard the sound of Pauline stumbling, as she opened the door and started to walk downstairs. Cathy caught my eye and grinned, I tried hard not to laugh out loud, as I looked towards the stairs. Pauline was concentrating on walking without falling down. Mum saw her and turned to us, saying.

"You girl’s did an excellent job on her face."

"Thanks mum, isn’t she beautiful now?" as Pauline came up to us.

"Isn’t that your dress she’s wearing?" said mum, giving Pauline a critical once-over.

"Yes, I decided to loan it to her for tonight," I said smugly.

"You re very attractive, Pauline," mum said. "You’ll have no problem attracting the attention of the boys." Mum gave her a hug, saying she would be welcome to stay anytime.

Pauline blushed, a confusion of expressions flicked across her face, pride, embarrassment, and surprise. She was finding that all this attention in her appearance, and the welcoming from the very people that had treated her, as ‘Nick’ with contempt and distaste, disconcerting. To be admired. To be welcome in someone’s home, even being able to directly interact with girls as a girl, without the sexual byplay of previous encounters was so different, that she was finding it hard to hate the situation she was in.

A knock at the door signaled the arrival of our dates. Sam agreed to drive Pauline and me in my car, as there wasn’t any room in his truck. Brad was driving Cathy in his car, and would meet us at the restaurant. Pauline was surprised, as Sam opened the passenger door for her and helped her get in. Then he did the same for me, after giving me a kiss and saying I looked great as usual.

Arriving, we entered the restaurant and were shown to our table. Brad and Cathy were already seated. It was a six-seat setting, which would be excellent with ‘Nick’ coming later. Sam seated me with Pauline on my left, leaving an empty seat beside her while Sam sat on my right. I was so anxious for the meeting with ‘Nick,’ that I didn’t pay much attention to the meal, only that it tasted great.

Finally, the moment of truth, Nick came in and saw us, sauntering in like he owned the place; he walked up to our table.

"Well, look who we have here?" he said quietly.

I looked up, as if seeing him for the first time and affected a small gasp of surprise and shock.

"You!" I choked.

"Chill, it’s cool," he said quickly, as Sam and Brad both pushed their seats back, as they prepared to defend us.

The boys froze, half seated, until Nick walked to the empty seat and sat down next to Pauline. I looked at ‘Nick,’ he was dressed impeccably a dark jacket and trousers, a white silk shirt setting the contrast and a tie, no less. Gone was the look of a thug and in its place the image of a normal guy out on a date.

Pauline looked up in shock at this person who had stolen her body and turned back the clock, with the image ‘he’ used to have while in college.

"Hello Pauline, I can’t say when I’ve seen you this beautiful before. In fact, I’ll state right now in front of witnesses, that I find you very attractive and that I’d like to have you as my girlfriend."

Pauline blushed, and knowing that any chance of recovering her old body back depended on her answer, said.

"Oh, I wish we were together again just like the old days," she sighed taking Nick’s hand in hers.

I thought, ‘yes, I’ll bet you do wish it was the old days when you were still a guy.’

"Hmm, maybe, maybe not, I think there will have to be some changes if you really want it too work," smirked Nick.

"Oh Nick, I’ll change if that’s what you want," she begged.

I could see Pauline’s thoughts as clear s day, the changes she wanted, were obvious. I hoped ‘Nick’ wasn’t thinking of granting them, his next words, relieved my mind.

"Okay then," as he stood, pulling her up out of her seat.

"First, we get reacquainted, sexually, to see if we are still compatible, then...I’ll see just what changes we need to make, he said, giving me a wink.

Pauline’s face was a study, as expressions of shock, disbelief, horror and even a little anticipation crossed her face. I knew things were going to be interesting in her immediate future, if I was any judge. Nick, still holding Pauline’s hand, said.

"We’ll see you guys later, at the moment we have some things to sort out. Enjoy the rest of the evening, I know I will."

The look on the face of Pauline was priceless, a trapped, desperate look, turning into resignation to her fate at the hands of her former girlfriend in her former body. Not wanting to give up on our subtle torture of the former Nick, I said.

"Oh Nick, we wanted Pauline to sleepover at our house tonight. We were going to help show her the way to keep the bruises you gave her from showing."

As Nick looked at me, I winked, unseen by Pauline, as she hung her head.

"Look I apologize for that, I was uncalled for. I was out of my head this morning." Lifting Pauline’s face, he kissed her gently.

"Please forgive me Pauline I should never have hit you, I promise that it won’t happen again," he pleaded.

This was even better, I could hardly contain myself, Pauline’s face as Nick kissed her, showed surprise, shock mixed with a little revulsion, then grudging acceptance, as her body, (if not her mind) became aroused.

Pauline looked at Nick knowing her only hope, if any, was to play along, said.

"Nick, I forgive you, it was probably my fault anyway. I just want for things to get back like they used to be," she replied with longing.

‘Yeah right,’ I thought.

"Okay, look, I’ll have her back at your place at ten pm, after we celebrate, will that be okay with you?"

"Yes, no problem, have fun."

"Hmm... We will," grinned Nick.

The rest of the evening seemed to pass in a blur, as my thoughts were elsewhere, wondering how Pauline was getting on and whether her first experience of sex was similar to mine. Then I realized it wouldn’t be, as I had had Cathy’s memories of sex with Brad to prepare me. Poor Pauline, she was going in to the experience, blind. I would have to quiz her later, if she was in the mood.

Sam sensed my pre-occupation and asked if everything was fine or was Nick the reason for my quietness.

"I’m fine, and yes Nick does happen to be on my mind, but not exactly what you’re thinking."

"Oh! Just what am I thinking," he quipped, looking at my body.

"MEN...only one thing on their minds," I said, digging him in the ribs.

"Owwh, watch it girl," he spluttered back. "How would you know what’s on a mans mind."

"If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me," I replied enigmatically.

Getting back to the subject, you were thinking I was upset at Nick being here, after what he tried to do to us."

"Yes I guessed that," he said, getting serious.

"Well I wasn’t, not this time, Nick and I have an understanding now."

You’re kidding right? I don’t think Nick understands anything...especially when it comes to women."

"Oh you would be surprised just what Nicks learning about women, right now." I said smugly.

"Yeah, how to bed another nice girl."

I laughed, "Not exactly. Anyway who said you were an expert on women anyway?"

Sam had the decency to blush and to keep his mouth closed. Sensing I would take any answer and twist it to my advantage. While Sam was trying to work out a suitable reply, I leaned over and kissed him, knowing that it would keep him off balance. I knew that, from having it done to me when I was out on a date as John.

Sam could tell I was distracted by something, but I gave him full marks for not pressing me for an answer right then, guessing that I’d tell him eventually. Getting ready to leave, we were soon back at home where I let Sam kiss me just outside the front door. I felt sorry that I hadn’t given him the attention I should have and so let the kiss linger on longer than usual. I felt secure in his arms and wished there was time for more than just a kiss, but time was pressing and I reluctantly said good bye, promising to call him.

Cathy arrived just as Sam left, so I left her to say goodnight to Brad while I went in to see mum and let her know we were back safe. Knowing that Pauline was due back soon, I went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee as Cathy came inside, I called, asking her to bring three cups up to our bedroom while I brought the pot up. Then snagging a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet on the way though, thinking that Pauline might need a bit of alcohol to calm her down after her experience.

We had just got undressed, and were in our underwear when the door opened and Pauline walked in; her face showed a dazed look and her makeup was smeared.

"You okay?" I asked with concern in my voice.

"Hmm...Oh?...I guess," she sighed.

"What happened?" Cathy asked.

"Huh?...um...I’d rather not talk about it," she said, making a beeline for the bottle of whiskey.

"Here let me," as I poured a generous tipple into a waiting cup of coffee and handing it to her.

She looked disgusted at my adulteration of whiskey, but didn’t argue as she accepted the cup and quaffed it down.

"Seems like something to me, come on, tell all, there’s no secrets between us girl’s," I pressed

She looked at us then shrugged, giving in to the inevitable.

"Well...Nick took me back to his place, I couldn’t believe it, my...er...his place was spotless. Then we talked a little before Nick said he wanted sex."

"Was it the same as before, when you were dating him?"

Cathy interrupted.

"It was way different, I never felt sex was a big deal before. If you wanted it, you went and got laid, but this time he made me feel things that I have never felt before..." she trailed off.

‘Yes,’ I thought, ‘I’ll bet he did.’

"He didn’t hurt you?" I asked out loud.

"No, in fact he was very gentle, I.... I’m very confused, it was the best sex I have ever experienced." At that, she started to weep. Tears ran down her cheeks making her mascara run, as her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

I had to harden my heart against her tears as Cathy moved to hug her.

"If it was so good, why the tears?" I probed unmercifully.

"I never expected to enjoy it like that," she said, as her tears continued.

"Oh I see what you’re getting at, yes sex for us ‘girls’ is far more enjoyable than it is for boys," I teased. "Who would want to be a boy, I mean look at the clothes we get to wear, and the men just jump at a chance to please us." I said, rubbing it in. All men want to really do is get into our panties, and we control that. Don’t we Pauline or should we say Nick!

To be continued…

 

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