I wrote a story, "Dungeons Are Always Dark," a short while back. I was as dissatisfied with the story as many of you were! This is another version, one I prefer!

 

Realizations                  by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

"Well, so far, so good! Now to get to my apartment," Jack Mackie thought, while walking up the sidewalk, "only a half block to go!" He staggered along, walking in very unfamiliar 3’ heels, and tried to keep his cuffed hands as much out-of-sight as possible. There he was: a master’s candidate, wearing a dress, rather cheap perfume, makeup, high heels and a shoulder bag. If he ever saw himself, he was sure he would die laughing.

Coming to a corner, he crossed the street and proceeded down to the entrance of his apartment building, stopping at the security door which was locked. After several tries, he finally managed to get the keys out of the bag. After checking the area, he put the key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. "Whew, I’m finally home!" He breathed a sigh of relief and started up the stairs to the third floor. "Oh, please don’t let anybody see me like this," he silently prayed. He was able to get almost to the front door of his apartment when disaster struck!

"Jack? Jack, is that you?"

"Oh, great," Jack thought. It was the woman who lived in the apartment across the hall. He had met her only once or twice, either coming in or going out. "Hi, Miss Saunders. Yes, it’s me," Jack said rather dejectedly. He turned around to face her.

Nancy Saunders, a six-foot raven-haired beauty, was standing in the doorway to her apartment wearing Malibu slippers, and pastel blue robe over a pale blue nightgown. He knew her as a fellow student at his school, that she was a phys-ed major, and, he believed, a lesbian. At least he never saw her go out with a male. "Well, don’t you look pretty," she said, rather amusedly. "Why don’t you come in for awhile and visit."

"Is that a request, or . . . "

"Of course, dear. What do you think it would be?"

"I really don’t know. I’ve had a few recent bad days, and I’m not too sure of anything anymore." Jack decided to take her up on her offer. Upon entering her apartment, Jack remarked, "nice place you got here."

"I like it. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls," Nancy said. "I was just going to make a cup of hot chocolate. Want to join me?" She patted the sofa beside her, "Sit down over here, right next to me."

Closing the door, Jack walked over and took the offered seat.

"My, you did that rather nicely."

"I’ve had a lot of practice the last few days. Could you get these handcuffs off me," he asked, holding out his hands. "They told me the keys were in the bag. I really don’t know whether to trust them or not!"

Nancy took the bag in her hand, opened it and searched. "Well, let’s see: lipstick, tissues, spare panties, compact, oh naughty, tampons--tsk, tsk, as if you’ll ever need these. Comb, brush, hankies, money--twenty dollars . . . Oh, here they are--keys. It should be this small one, or, should I just leave them on you?"

"Come on, Miss Saunders, please take these cuffs off."

"Nancy, Jack, please call me Nancy. I’ll get them off you in a second." She took the keys and tried one, then another. Finally, the cuffs were off him. "There you are, free. Give me your foot."

Jack raised his leg, as she bent down. Taking his foot in her hand, she exclaimed, "Just as I thought! These ankle straps have locks on them. And, you have a pair of really good-looking legs!" Saying that, she looked around in the bag and, with a "here they are," produced a set of smaller keys. With a few seconds work, the shoes were unlocked and removed.

"Why don’t you get that coat off, while I get you a pair of slippers." As she left the room, Jack, deciding to accept her offer, removed the coat and hung it on the back of the door. "Where do you keep the chocolate, Nancy," he asked.

"Sit down and relax! You’re my guest." Nancy soon returned with a pair of slippers that she placed on Jack’s feet. "Care for a beer?"

"Hot chocolate, or coffee, please. I stopped drinking beer long ago!"

"O.K., I’ll put the coffeemaker to work," she stated, as she left for the kitchen area. "Decaf, or something a little fancy?"

"Whatever you got," Jack replied, feeling a little more relaxed.

After awhile, Nancy brought in two cups of coffee with an "I hope you take yours black with one sugar."

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do! How did you know?"

"I guessed. Well now, I guess you’ll tell me how you got to be in a dress. Some initiation, huh!"

Jack thought about how to answer. "No. Do you want the candid version, or the book length?"

"Oh, give me all the sordid details! I don’t have classes tomorrow, and I don’t think you have any either. Seeing you like that has my curiosity aroused!"

Seeing Nancy like she was had something of Jack aroused also! "Well, O.K., here goes. You see, I have five students, all female, I tutor to make some extra money. They took exception to the way I tried to instill a love of learning in them. Friday, they grabbed me and took me to a house just outside of town. They made me a baby."

"What do you mean, a baby?"

"Well, they put me in diapers, plastic pants, gown, booties and a baby’s crib! My hands were taped so I could not use them, and they placed an oversized dummy in my mouth and tied at the back of my head with a ribbon. One of the girls actually breastfed me!"

"I bet you enjoyed that!" Nancy started to grin at the thought of him with his mouth on a girl’s breast, sucking away.

Jack’s face was getting red. "Actually, I did. I’m ashamed to admit it, but it was ‘interesting.’ Anyway, they kept me in a crib overnight. The next morning, they said I had grown. Now, they put me in a little girl’s outfit. Mary Janes, I think that’s what they’re called, anklets with those lacy tops, very frilly petticoats, rumba panties, and a party dress. They put a wig on me, some long curly thing, and they changed outfits several times. I don’t know how much it cost, but I imagine they spent a lot!"

"I would guess so. Little girl’s clothes for someone your size, wow!"

"I was allowed to go outside, where they had me playing girl’s games like Jacks and Hopscotch, go swinging on a swing set, showing off my pretty pettis and panties. I don’t know how many pictures they took. There were at least four cameras and, I think, they used two or three rolls of film in a camera. I do have to admit I lost a lot of tension just swinging, not caring who saw what I was wearing!"

"These girls, do I know any of them?"

"Janice Lawson was the head of the group!"

"Her father was the CEO of Lawson, Thomas and Clarke, Inc. He was worth several million bucks! I heard she’s pretty rich herself."

"What do you mean, was?"

"He and his wife were killed in an airplane crash, along with Bill Clarke, a few years back. Janice stands to inherit quite a bit of money."

"God, that poor girl! I lost my parents the same way. It’s rough!"

"Go on with what happened."

Jack took a sip of coffee, then continued. "Well, they played outside with me as a little girl, later we went inside. There, I was, well, punished for showing off my undies. They made me lie over a lap, I think it was Joanne’s, my panties were pulled down, and a hairbrush was vigorously applied to my posterior! Actually, I think several were involved."

"In other words, you got a spanking, right?"

"Yeah! I haven’t been spanked since, oh, since I was, I guess, eleven. I gave some of my friends fruit from our store."

"O.K., continue with what happened."

"Well, that night, they decided to have a slumber party. There were three other girls added to the group! I now know what goes on at girls’ slumber parties; I sure didn’t get much sleep! At least Janice gave me a nightie that almost fit. I won’t tell you where my mouth was in the morning. I must of changed girls four times that night. In the morning, Janice got me up, and into a French Maid’s uniform--how they can do anything in those uniforms is beyond me! Janice had me cook and serve breakfast for ten, I think. I’ve got to say, it was fun. I do enjoy cooking, and I really outdid myself, actually got compliments. Some of the girls wanted a different kind of service, and I managed to avoid that embarrassment. There was some discussion as to what they were going to do to me that day. I wound up getting dressed as a college student, female of course, and off we went, shopping at the mall."

"Whoa, this ‘servicing’ you think of as an embarrassment--you mean oral sex with a female? If a girl can do it with a girl, why couldn’t you do it?"

"I’ve never done it! I just couldn’t. I would make a fool of myself!"

"Honey, all you need to do was just say so. I’m sure they would love to teach you the ‘proper way’ to pleasure a girl. Even so, just showing interest would really get their attention."

"I really would like to try it. I got to like most of the girls, they’re not a bad bunch to hang out with!"

"O.K., we got up to the shopping . . ."

"We went to a place in the mall. Apparently, Janice knows the owner, or one of the salesgirls, and they had me try on various outfits, modeling them for the clerks, asking for their opinion. Some of the clerks saw me in underwear, so they knew I was not a female. Janice brought several outfits there, so I guess they were happy. We went to a shoe store, another ‘junior miss’ store, a restaurant, and I think they were going to get my ears pierced. But, for some reason, Janice changed her mind."

"Well, I think people would be asking too many questions if you had pierced ears. So, what next?"

"Back to the house, a modeling session, in ladies’ underwear this time. Again, more photos. They, the girls--not Janice--wanted something different, because I wouldn’t ‘service’ them. There are some photos with me tied up in various parts of that house, in various stages of undress. In chairs, in heels and panties, bra, stockings. In a bed, in a negligee and panties. Well, you get the picture. Actually, now that I think of it, they were very careful. I remember Patti asking if the ropes were too tight or if I was uncomfortable."

It was at that moment that the intercom buzzed.

"I’d better get that!" Nancy walked over to a receiver on the wall, removed it and said, "Yes."

"Hello. My name is Janice Lawson. Do you live across from Jack Mackie. I’ve been trying to reach him on his phone. Do you know if he is in?"

Holding her hand over the intercom, she asked, "It’s Janice. Do you want to talk to her? Should I ask her to come up?"

"I don’t know. I am still a little mad at her, . . .Oh, what the hell! I’ve got to face this some day. Send her up, if you don’t mind."

"Janice, My name is Nancy Saunders. Jack is here, third floor rear." With that, Nancy buzzed her in.

Nancy looked at him, and said, "I’ll put on more coffee. How does Janice takes hers?"

"Light, two sugars," was the immediate reply.

In a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Jack got up and opened it, admitting Janice.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," Janice said, rather happily, entering the apartment. "I’ve got something here for you!" With that, Janice produced a large bag. "All the photos, negatives, everything. It’s all here."

At that moment, Nancy returned to the room carrying a tray with coffee cups and some chocolate chip cookies. "I thought we might as well enjoy some snacks."

"Good idea," Janice replied, "Jack, is it alright . . ."

"I’ve already told her what happened, so you can say whatever you want. Look, Janice. I’m sorry that I said ‘Bimbos’ to you, but I hated to see you just getting passing grades when we both know you can do a lot better. I wanted you to try and show me up, I didn’t feel I was too mean to you."

"Jack," Janice started to speak, stopped, looked at Nancy, then said, "Jack, we had a little meeting when I got back to the house. You’re right. We over-reacted, and decided to give all the stuff we had on you back! You were really nice about everything. I would like to think you had some fun with us."

Jack sat there, wondering if he should tell Janice his whole story. She should know. "Janice, can I tell you why I was so hard on you?"

"Sure."

Nancy chimed in with, "I’d like to know, too."

"O.K., here it goes. At one time, I had an older sister, two years older actually, who was much smarter than me. My family owned a small store, selling mostly groceries. A few other things we kept in stock for certain customers. The family decided that my sister would attend college. I worked and whatever money I made went into my sister’s school fund. I did all kinds of work. I thought if I could get good grades, I might get a scholarship. So, I worked for my sister and studied for myself. There just was no time for any social activities. When other guys were taking their girls out, I was at the library, studying. It went quite well, we made enough for my sister, but I still had to keep my grades up. It was about two weeks after my sister graduated, and she was to go on to college," Jack stopped for a moment, reliving a bad memory. "She was out with a girlfriend, shopping for clothes for college, and they were heading home. They had entered an intersection, when the car they were in was struck, broadside, by an eighteen-wheeler. The car was demolished, and my sister and her friend were killed instantly. The truck driver had suffered a massive heart attack, and he was dead even before the truck struck the car. Most of her college expenses were used for her funeral. So, that left me. I was able to get a small scholarship and found enough work to fund my schooling. Between study and work, there was very little time left for me to socialize. I managed to do fairly well in school, and would graduate. My folks were to attend my graduation, and were to fly in. They never made it. The commuter plane they were in crashed a mile short of landing. I think they said it was due to an engine failure. I dunno. Their insurance kept me in school, and I swore that I would get a Master’s degree in their honor. I got my B.S. for my sister. So, Janice, I needed money to keep me in school, and here was a tutoring job that would help. I mean, here you are with all this opportunity! And what do you do--you just want to make a passing grade. God, you are smart, beautiful, you are so like my sister. I just wanted to do something to make my sister proud of me, is that so wrong?"

Janice had a hankie in her hand, dabbing at her eyes. "It reminds me of my parents."

Nancy was sipping her coffee. She said, "You two really have something in common."

Jack sat with his head down, trying to make up his mind. "Janice," he said softly, "I got a confession to make. I enjoyed being around you and your friends. I liked the feel of those clothes and your perfume. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not much of a man, am I!"

Nancy jumped in, "Hell, it makes you more of a man than some of the jerks I’ve met! Look, sweetheart, I’m a lesbian. From grade school to high school, all the guys were either too this or too that. I’ve made my mistakes. You know, the nice guy everyone called a sissy."

Janice looked at him, "Hey, wait a minute. Is that what you think! That because you enjoyed what we did, you are some kind of ‘sissy’ or ‘swish,’ a homo maybe? Come on now. When you were with us, didn’t you have fun? When you walked into that mall, weren’t you afraid somebody you knew would recognize you, and didn’t you face those fears? I think we played some mean tricks to you, but I didn’t hear a word out of you. You didn’t whine, complain, groan, you did what we asked. How many men do you know would go into a store and model ladies underwear. You have got to be very secure in your self to do that. Jack, I didn’t think much of you before. I thought, ‘here’s one of those macho pricks we can have fun with,’ and we did, but you fooled us. I would like to think we brought out the better part of you!"

Nancy sat for a second, sipped her coffee, then said, "She’s right, Jack. Some men have to advertise the fact that they’re a man. Others know it, and feel no need to prove it!"

"Maybe I should have paid more attention in Psych classes. Hey, it’s getting late, and I’d better get to my apartment. I didn’t get too much sleep for ‘obvious’ reasons."

"Jack, dear boy," Nancy purred, "why not stay here. There is a good late night movie,...."

"Whoa," Janice interrupted, "I still didn’t get a chance at him. Jack, in the bottom of that bag there are two matching nighties and panties. I was thinking of staying . . ."

"Are they the lime green ones from that ‘junior miss’ place?"

"One and the same!"

"Well, if Jack agrees to make breakfast, my bed is big enough for three!"

"Does Western omelets sound good to all?"

 

Epilogue

It had been a very lovely Commencement Exercise, with all the caps and gowns of the various schools.

In a gathering of the recent graduates, two women, holding hands, strolled through. They could hear comments from some, like "lessies," and "dykes," but choose to ignore their ignorance.

There was a cry, "Hey, Jackie, Nancy!" Two heads turned as one, as several females descended on them.

"Janice, you did it! A 3.87 GPA. I’m so damn proud of you!"

"I owe you a lot. So, how’s married life. Jackie treating you well?"

"Great!" Nancy’s smile said it all.

Janice stood for a moment, then said, "My father’s Will stated when I graduated from college I was to take over his company. I do have a need for a Human Relations Vice President and I’ve got a big house, we could very easily add a nursery to it!"

"How did you know?"

"We women have to keep some secrets, don’t we?"

Nancy pulled Jackie over and whispered in her ear, "I called her last night."

Janice smiled, and said, "If you take the position, I’m sure the two of us could show you a lot more positions."

It was now Jackie’s turn to laugh, as she said, "I don’t know, I don’t want to be tied down too long!"

Finis--That’s all folks, Annie O

Your comments welcome. Well, almost!

 

 

 

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