(This is part two of the Bayport Trilogy. The trilogy need not be read sequentially nor even in its entirety. Each part can stand alone. However, the characters and the story will be enjoyed to the fullest when read in order.)

 

Renaissance Woman

by Mardee Louise Prynne

 

Janie Satroff gaped as she replaced the phone in its cradle. "Really," admonished her roomie and fellow student at the Janus Academy. "That facial expression does nothing for you. Who or what was that?"

"It was Robbi. The good Doctor wants to see us promptly at nine."

They cleared the table in record time. A quick shower and then into the most basic uniform for the junior college students. "O God, we’ve got to be the perfect image. Matthews’ must be pissed as hell. I don’t know why. She was the one who gave us carte blanche to pursue our art. Shit! We’re the ones who’ll create a real reputation for this place as a serious school." With that Tabby stepped into the white cotton high cuts and tucked her cock and balls as she smoothed the hem. Janie Satroff, her gg roomie, sat on the edge of the bed pulling her knee socks into place.

"That bra is just too, too.... We’ve got to be more basic," Tabby looked admiringly at the curve of Janie’s breast over the white lace cups of the demi bra. "A full slip will cover it through my blouse," responded Janie as she puled an ivory chemise over her head.

At five minutes before nine the two sat on the bench in Dr. Jodi Matthews’’ outer office. Robbi, her administrative assistant and lover, peered at the two over her glasses. They were the ideal image of any girl who ever wore a school uniform; so much more so to those who are admirers of the type. To all appearances, they differed only in their shoes and in their hats. Tabby wore saddle shoes while Janie wore penny loafers. The royal blue knee socks led the eye to the gray, box pleated skirt that both girls wore. Identical white blouses, navy blazers with the Janus Academy emblem on the breast pocket. Leather shoulder bags prescribed by the school code rested on their laps and formed a platform for their hands. Their feet were slightly parted, their knees together; so demure yet so seductive.

Tabby removed her uniform beret, touched the emblem on the side and placed it over her purse. She used her fingers as a comb to pull the bangs of her pixie hair style across her forehead. Janie removed her brimmed felt hat, a felt version of the straw skimmers they wore in the spring and fall. To all appearances the girls were, with the exception of those two articles of clothing identical in most respects. Tabby’s strawberry blond hair in a pixie cut contrasted with Janie Satroff’s long dark brown hair which was brushed in long page boy and parted on the side. There was a difference that wasn"t obvious. Tabby wasn"t a real girl, but a very beautiful transvestite endowed with a very functional penis. Janie was a genetic girl, one of the few at the Janus Academy.

Robbi raised her glasses to stare the legs of the two young women seated opposite her desk. Like many of the staff at Janus, Robbi was a trannie. Janie, irrepressible even on the threshold of a reprimand form the chairman of the arts program, whispered to her lover. "Horny bitch probably isn’t getting enough of Matthews’ cock. Catch this."

Janie slowly raised her left leg high enough that her skirt started to slide back over her thigh. As Janie started to move her leg away from the other, Robbi stared fixedly at the white cotton of Janie’s panty crotch. Robbi breathed deeply as she felt a tingling in her cock. Janie crossed her left leg over her right and slowly closed her thighs. She lifted her skirt much higher than necessary as she pulled it toward her knees. Robbi reddened as Janie winked at her.

Tabby elbowed Janie. "Just behave yourself for a few minutes."

"No! That horny bitch thinks she’s hot stuff. Nothing but a misfit townie before Matthews’ took her in. And those glasses are such a silly prop. She never looks through them. Under them, over them... but never through them!"

A few minutes later the two stood facing the formidable Dr. Jodi Matthews, herself a twenty-four/seven transvestite. Her tan pump dangled from her toes as she reclined in her chair. The girls swallowed as they tried not to lose eye contact.

Dr. Matthews pulled her chair close to her desk and leaned forward over a sheaf of papers. The top three buttons of her blouse were open. Her full, firm breasts pressed against the tailored line of her black bra.

"You two disgust me with your antics. You’re both bright and beautiful ...enormously gifted in your respective talents. You could leave Janus today and make a great deal of money by doing what you do so very well. And yet you persist in these antics on and off campus.

"I’ve got two letters here. From a now estranged couple. The woman wishes to thank a unnamed Janus student who helped realize that she was wasting her life with a boor. Her husband, presumably the boor, speaks of two girls in Janus uniforms who molested his wife and harassed him at a highway rest stop."

"All we said was that if he hurts her, we’ll find out and humiliate him by beating his butt in public."

"I suspect you meant well but you’re neither vigilantes nor avenging angels. Janus is a unique educational institution. We cannot allow any undue scrutiny. Our younger girls especially must be protected from publicity. Their families rely on us to retrain their misfit sons into very adept daughters and they expect us to protect their privacy. Is that clear to you Satroff?"

Janie lowered her head contritely. "Yes Dr. Matthews’."

"Be seated, both of you."

The two young women sat on the edge of the couch opposite Dr. Matthews’ desk; the same demure posture with knees together and feet slightly parted. Tabby rested her finger against the side of her chin. Janie rested her hands on her lap.

"Rhonda Crichton has sent me clippings of your artistic successes. Your grades haven’t suffered in the least. However. I must end your solo occupancy of the cottage I assigned to you. There’s room for a third since you now share a bedroom.

"Your cottage mate is a violinist, high school age. Very talented. She was, at birth, androgynous. Her mother declined to allow her to be surgically turned into a female. She felt Andie could decide for herself later on. She’s quite a beautiful teen; uneqivocally a girl in face and figure yet she refuses to give up her penis.

"You two can help her adjust to life at Janus and in the world. Rhonda expects you to bring her to Bayport when you go down there. Perhaps Andie will keep you two out of trouble on the trip. And I expect she’ll be an overall stabilizing influence on you two."

"But Dr. Matthews, how can you impose this high school child on us all the time? That is totally unfair!"

"Excuse me," glowered Dr. Matthews’. "This is not open to negotiation. You two may leave."

Janie plunked one nether cheek on the corner of Robbi’s desk. She swiveled so that she now sat on the desk with her arms around her knees. She pulled off Robbi’s glasses and tousled her hair.

"I saw you scope out my panties before. Bet you’re dying to know what a real girl looks like...and I bet you’re too chicken to find out."

The secretary took an "outraged" approach to the challenge. "Just get off my desk and leave at once!" Her tear filled eyes betrayed the fact that Janie had touched a nerve. Robbi’s lip quivered.

"Janie’s just teasing," offered Tabby by way of consolation. "She doesn’t mean any harm....Janie let’s go."

The two students stopped in the hallway powder room to check their makeup. "Well, we got off easy," offered Tabby. "For now. But Matthews’ is planting her own spy in our midst." Janie wasn’t comfortable with a lower division girl about to move in with them.

"Big whoop," asserted Tabby with uncharacteristic aggressiveness. "What do we do that’s so awful? Our hours are strange but we only miss class when we go down to Bayport and then Rhonda keeps tabs on us...You’re right Janie. What gives with this new girl?. Probably some coarse, thickset slob."

"And if she’s such a great violinist, why is she here? This place is no conservatory. That’s why they treat us so gingerly...at least until now. Except I’m a dancer and you’re a graphic artist. Still not right."

Their speculation was interrupted by the hall door opening and closing followed by the sound of a key locking turning in the double cylinder lock. The click of high heels on the tile floor assured them that there was no cause for alarm. The slamming of a stall door was followed by loud sobs. They followed the sound.

Robbi sat her on the lid of a commode. She wept copiously. Her mascara ran down her cheeks giving her the grotesque, silly look of a fifties horror flick character.

Janie looked at Tabby. "Guess I went for over-kill when I provoked her."

"Don’t flatter yourself," Robbi challenged between sobs. "You’re right though... I’ve never seen what a gg looks like down there. But that’s not it...that’s not it!" She dissolved into tears once more.

Tabby wrapped her arm around Robbi’s waist and led her from the stall. Janie washed the hysterical girl’s face. The cold water calmed Robbi enough that she allowed Janie to redo her makeup.

"I think you need someone to talk to. Stop by the cottage anytime."

"Thanks Tabby. You’re sweet. I can’t get away, even for a minute. Jodi, I mean Dr. Matthews’ has me on a tight rein lately...And Satroff, thanks for doing my makeup. Maybe you’re not as bitchy as you like people to think you are."

Robbi unlocked the door and hurried back to the office.

"She’s just too weird," observed Janie.

"Weird, yes. That doesn’t mean that there isn’t something wrong here."

Their morning classes ended at eleven. Tabby hurried to meet Janie at the dance studio. Janie was already choreographing the solo dances she would present at the next weekend arts festival in Bayport.

Tabby sat on the bench that ran along the length of the back wall. Her large sketch pad rested on parted knees. She drew quick impressions of Janie as she moved ethereally, almost eerily to the chords of Ravel’s "Pavanne For A Dead Princess." The pencil captured the essential lines of the slender, muscular girl as she arched and stretched. The music ended but Janie continued her esthetic yet seductive movements. She sat on the floor facing Tabby. Her hands moved along the oustside of her legs. She lowered her body, slowly pulled forward so now she was on her belly arching up toward Tabby’s open thighs!

Tabby was riveted to her lover. Janie rested her hands at her sides, raised her body from the floor, finally bringing her legs around so the she supported her weight on her hands spreading her legs parallel to the polished floor. She lowered her bottom to the floor, touched her thighs and brought her legs together in front of her, her feet pointing straight toward the ceiling. The pencil and sketch pad fell to the floor as the mesmerized Tabby was aware only of the beauty, the grace, the animal energy that Janie so uniquely harnessed in her dancing. Again Janie’s legs parted as she repeated the cycle of movement that was bringing her closer to Tabby.

Janie leaned forward as she extended her hand toward Tabby who caught it in her own. Janie pulled her lover to her feet and wrapped her arms around Tabby’s legs. Like a primeval serpent in an exotic Eden, Janie encircled Tabby’s calves, her knees. She rose to her knees as her arms slid over Tabby’s thighs raising her now standing lover’s skirt as she did so. Her face cheek pressed against Tabby’s rigid cock which was unconstrained by any gaff. Her fingers roamed over the thin cotton of the Tabby’s white panties. Tabby moaned as Janie’s finger tips explored the trannie’s bottom cleavage through her panties which highlighted rather than concealed Tabby’s extra charms.

Janie knelt on one knee so that her other leg was behind Tabby at a ninety degree angle. A sudden shift and Tabby went backwards over Janie’s leg. Janie eased her down as she fell. Tabby landed in a sitting position but Janie instantly had her hand through Tabby’s short hair and pulled her to the ground. Tabby’s legs splayed in the air as her skirt ended up at her hips in disarray.

Janie ran her fingers over Tabby’s delicately elegant facial features. Her arm extended to the heavens in supplication as she resumed her slow, stately erotic dance. Once more on her feet, her hands swept down and brushed Tabby’s nipples, erect and sensitive even through her blouse and bra.

Janie’s dance movements were redolent with the untamed energy that only a well trained dancer can hope to achieve. She beguilingly moved over Tabby’s form in a tirumphal swaying dance. Her feet brushed over the panty covered cock, pressed against the throbbing balls. She circled her lover as Tabby reached up imploring Janie to allow her to join in the dance which was more and more a sexual liaison. Janie stood swaying with her feet on either side of Tabby’s waist. Feet in place, her hips moved lower and lower as her knees flexed. Tabby’s arms were around her neck as their mouths met. The dance continued as tongues probed deeper and deeper into each other’s mouth and soul.

Body pressed against body as the two slid to the floor. A deep breath, a whimper, sudden thrashing. The two lay still for only an instant as the sound of applause ended their brief reverie. Robbie had been watching the dance!

"Nice, very nice! Matthews’ bootlicker is watching and I’m sitting here in cum soaked panties!" Tabby was not joking in the least. Any sympathy she felt for Dr. Matthews’ aide evaporated on the spot.

Janie stood face to face with Robbi, her hands on her hips. "You miserable worm! We were kind to you, offered you a friendly ear and you slip in and spy on us. I don’t give a shit if you saw us get it off but don’t ever say a word about the dance or I swear I’ll worse than kill you!"

"God no, Janie. First of all I thought I was noisy enough that you couldn’t help notice me come in. Secondly, I’m not spying. And don’t be so sure that you could kill me or worse. Just try me!"

"Sure... Couldn’t fit in as a townie so you sucked up to Matthews. Now it’s easy to be the big tough bitch on campus when Matthews would expel any girl who bothered her pet!"

"Get this right. I’m not her pet. She’s been hell lately. I can’t take her plus you two being like this to me. Damn it all! I need you as my friends" Robbi’s lip quivered as tears once more filled her eyes.

"Great! You two play out a soap opera scene while I still sit around in these wet panties." Tabby sat on the floor with her legs parted trying to ease off her panties without make a worse mess.

"Just shower in the changing room. You can borrow a pair of fresh panties from my locker," offered Janie. She turned back to Robbi. "So tell me what your purpose was in coming here when you did. Doubtlessly at the bidding of your mistress."

"Sort of...."

"What do you mean ‘sort of!’ It was or it wasn’t!"

"Lighten up on her. She may be having a real crisis," offered Tabby over her shoulder as she disappeared into the dressing room holding her messy panties in her hand.

Robbi continued. "Dr. Matthews wanted me to call you both and ask you to help me fit Andie, your new cottage mate, for her uniforms. Nothing as intense as what Tabby was put through. I offered to find you and tell...ask you directly. I had to get away from her for a few minutes. She slapped my face...twice...when I asked to go and speak to you directly.

"She accused me of not appreciating her, not caring about her, being disloyal to her. Said I must think she’s becoming old and ugly. Then she pulled me to her and felt my ass and tried to kiss me but I pushed loose. I would have loved that a few months ago but she’s been a beast to me...and what else is there for me? How can I go back to being a townie? Where else can I go? I don’t have a place to go like the students here after they’ve been trained to be girls. There’s no place for me."

Janie put her arm around Robbi’s shoulder. "Shush. It’s going to be okay. You’re hurt. We’ll help you fit Andie to her uniforms. You can talk with us when ever you want. Your place will be with us in the world we’ll create for ourselves..

"Stay in the dressing room while I shower."

Janie guided Robbi, who seemed in shock, to a chair in the dressing room. She eased the spaghetti straps of her leotard off her shoulders and slid the clingy garment to her waist. The white bra that Tabby earlier thought inappropriate for the meeting with Dr. Matthews’ was perfect to draw Robbi’s attention to Janie’s small but perfectly round breasts. Janie wiggled as she slid the leotard over hips and thighs. She kicked it aside and stood in her tights and bra. The outline of her high cut panties under the tights emphasized the contours of her hips, of her dancer’s butt adding to her allure. She ran her hands over hips calling Robbi’s attention to the swell of her pubic mound, to the curve of her groin as it disappeared between her thighs.

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. It slid down her arms revealing the firm height of her breasts, breasts so firm they needed no bra for support.

Janie turned her back to Robbi as she slowly worked her tights down her legs. Janie bent at the waist pulling the tights past her ankles and off one foot at a time. Robbi stared at the cleft of Janie’s bottom as it drew her eye to that part of the gg that Robbi had yet to discover.

Janie faced Robbi but not until she snapped the hem of the panties over her cheeks. Janie gave Robbi an ironic smile as she quickly pulled the waist band below her hair. Robbi’s eyes widened at the sight of Janie’s neatly trimmed pubic patch.

A look of dismay, almost of fear crossed Robbi’s face as Janie pushed the panties down her thighs. It was as if a very little boy was discovering that girls were really different, that there really and truly were children who lacked that very important part!

Janie put her hand under Robbi’s chin and turned her face toward her own. "Relax, sweetie. You’ll get used it. And when you are I’ll show you what it really is all about. Show you the part in between my legs."

Tabby stood in the doorway to the shower. She wore fresh pink cotton panties and a white tailored bra. She slipped into her blouse and buttoned it as she looked at the scene between Robbi and Janie. "Damn it all, Janie Satroff," she whispered. "You better get someone else to do all that showing for Robbi or else include me in the game. I’m feeling jealous. Do I have reason to be?"

Janie responded by tilting her head and running her tongue over her lips. Tabby looked intense but broke into a giggle as Janie winked and nodded her head in Robbi’s direction.

Robbi stared at the clock on her desk. She checked her gold wrist watch, a gift from Dr. Matthews. Robbi’s lover had left the office around noon. She was more sullen, more distant than ever. The shadows had begun to lengthen in the late autumn afternoon.

Robbi began to type some letters for Dr. Matthews’. There was nothing in them that gave any hint as to why Dr. Jodi Matthews’ had suddenly turned on her aide and lover.

Robbi was lost in her work when the distinctive sound of Janie’s classic MG-TD reached her ears. There was no slamming of a car door. Doubtlessly Janie and Tabby did their usual outrageous exit from the vehicle by sliding up the seats and stepping over the doors. It was a great attention grabber especially when performed in town or at highway rest stops. The two always could be relied for a great show of thighs and an occasional glimpse of panty. Observers even suspected that one of the attractive young ladies was a boy! And even if they were told, there was no way they could distinguish which was the girl with that irresistible something extra!

A large sedan glided noiselessly into the parking space in front of the building. Janie and Tabby guessed that this was their new house mate. The passenger door opened. A very shapely leg made more charming by dark smoke colored hose and black patent pumps emerged. A tall, very attractive woman stood before them. Her short hair framed her exquisite features. Surely this classic beauty was well beyond the years of a Janus girl.

They’d been so absorbed by this stunning woman that they failed to see the driver get out. What struck them first was that she seemed far too young to hold a driver’s license. She was slender with shoulder length hair the color of sand. Her green eyes were set off by a dark green beret that she wore at a rakish angle. Cupid bow lips needed little lipstick to bring out their perfection. Her long wool coat was open to reveal her taut body under the cotton dress which flared slightly over white frothy petticoats. Her long, graceful fingers pushed the strays wisps of hair from her face.

"Yeah, right," whispered Janie. "Coarse and thickset my ass. She’s got to be eighteen to drive around here but she could pass for fourteen or younger with no sweat!"

The newcomer stared straight at them. "If you two will stop gawking, you might be kind enough to tell us if this is Dr. Matthews’ office."

"Andie, do show some civility and stop trying to come on like Gangbusters," admonished her older companion.

"But Mommy, I’m not a freak show to be stared at!"

 

Robbi greeted the newcomer from the doorway of the building and ushered her and her mother into the office. In a few minutes Robbi had all the paper work in order. She gave Mrs. Martin a map to the bed and breakfast where she would spend the next few nights while she helped Andie settle in. Andie would complete her last year of high school at Janus and then go on to the junior college program much as Tabby had done.

Janie and Tabby knocked on the office door after allowing enough time to for the administrative matters to be attended to. Andie was less than thrilled at having to share a cottage with the two attention seeking junior college girls.

Robbi saw to the transfer of Andie’s few bags from the car to the school station wagon. Mrs. Martin would come by in the morning to see the cottage and to help Andie sort out the things she brought and to see her new uniforms.

Andie got into the station wagon as Robbi took the wheel. Andie clutched a violin case to her as if it were her security blanket. Janie and Tabby went ahead in the MG.

"Damn, girl. Just look at how she hangs on to that instrument of hers. It’s like she’s afraid someone might snatch it way from her," commented Janie astutely.

"Maybe it was already tried...by someone or some fate," responded Tabby even more astutely.

Robbi ushered the new girl into the cottage. Andie said nothing but her lively, expressive eyes betrayed the satisfaction she felt at seeing the warm, comfortably furnished house. Janie had opened a bottle of Riesling while Tabby improvised some hors d’oeuvres. If not yet cordial, feelings were less icy between Andie and her two housemates. Even Robbi was looking less perturbed than she had since the formidable Dr. Matthews had become hostile to her.

Tabby drew her knee to her chest as she adjusted her knee sock. Andie shot sidelong glances at the beautiful trannie’s inner thigh. The newcomer was quite curious about what the girls at Janus had in their panties.

Tabby, ever observant, noted that Andie almost always sat with her right hand covering her left. Her Wiccan trained alertness gave her an insight into Andie and why she was not pursuing her violin playing at a conservatory. Tabby realized that some accident or assault had disfigured Andie’s left hand and significantly reduced her ability to play. Was it more psychological damage than physical damage that was disfiguring this lovely trannie? Was this what made her say to her mother that she was not a freak show? Or was it knowing that Janus girls might be as curious about her endowments as she was about theirs? Something made Tabby think that it was a combination of the two.

Tabby made eye conatct with Robbi. The two went into the kitchen leaving Janie and Andie chatting about performance and creativity. Tabby spoke quietly but with authority. "Some awful things have happened to that child! I’m not asking. I know but don’t ask me how. You’re privy to the application files. I’m right Aren’t I?"

"Yes...but this is one time I know so little. Jodi has been treating me like dirt for the last several weeks. She’s trying to get rid of me"

"This isn’t about you right now. Just realize Janie and I will be your allies. Right now I’m concerned about Andie. No way on earth are we going do to her what was done to me during the ‘uniform fitting’ session.

"Andie is here for a respite from the world and to heal her soul. She needs no shock initiation rite to separate her from the outside. That’s been done all too well on the outside."

Robbi nodded assent.

"And Robbi, you’ll feel better about yourself if you did something for this girl."

They returned to the sitting room where Janie and Andie were getting on famously having discovered their mutual preferences in music as well as their antipathies toward some of each other’s passions in music.

"Janie, why don’t we change uniforms and go with Robbi when she takes Andie for her uniforms?" It was a command from Tabby as much as a suggestion.

 

Fifteen minutes later the school sation wagon pulled up at the side door of the dressmaker’s studio. Robbi had phoned ahead to say that she wanted no one form the dressmaker’s staff present unless she called for them.

Janie and Tabby wore identical uniforms. Medium grey corduroy sleeveless jumpers over light white mock turtle necks and opaque black tights. Low heeled oxfords added to the serious look. The Janus emblem on the front of the jumper proclaimed they were truly school girl uniforms.

Andie stood in front of the fitting paltform. She unbuttoned her dress and stood still as Tabby eased the dress over the newcomer’s shoulders. Her frothy petticoats were like the foam of the sea around a girl who tentatively stands waist deep before plunging ahead into the unknown sea.

Her white bra contrasted with the fading tan of her fair, flawless skin. The edges of the skintone pads added a mysterious allure to the immaculate beauty of the androgynous being as they peeked above the picoted edge of the chaste bra.

Tabby eased the petticoats over Andie’s hips and allowed them to fall. She held Andie’s hand the slender trannie stepped onto the fitting platform. Andie smoothed the hem of her panties with her thumbs. The elastic leg bands barely dented the firmness of the sylph.

Andie turned slowly toward the three who had brought her here. She was luminous, radiant under the intense lighting on the platform. From the dim room, her three companions smiled approvingly. They couldn’t help but stare at the vee of Andie’s white satin panties. There was no large bulge but the outline of a cock was clearly visible. Andie was unquestionably a genetic boy yet she needed no gaff.

She knew what was expected. Her hands quckly went to her back as she undid the bra and let slip down her arms before it fell to the floor. Her breasts were tiny swells on her chest, the nipples cones as in a young girl as her body begins to awaken. A self-conscious smile as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties...A tentative halt as her hair became visible, a breath and then she wiggled her hips lowering the panties to her ankles. An adeqaute cock was as flawless as the rest this unique beauty. That it was functional became clear as Andie showed arousal at slowly undressing for her companions. She stretchded her arms toward the ceiling , archhing her back as she did so. Her diminutive balls were flush against her body in the tiniest, tightest scrotum imaginable. The contour created by her unique anatomy gave her an enorrmous range of possibilities for dressing in lingerie and in clothing!

Andie was handed some folded pieces of cloth. She raised the plain pink cotton panties as a priestess raisng the libation, tunred it forward and lowered it. Balancing precariously on one foot, she stepped into the innocent panties and drew them over her sculpted bottom. The unadorned pink cotton enhanced the effect created by her pubescent breasts.

Knee socks were drawn on as she sat on the stool. Coyly yet with a subtle sexual aggression, she drew each knee to her chest in turn as she smoothed the socks on her calves. Working each of the new saddle shoes onto her feet forced her to offer a glimpse of her panty crotch. Andie manged to appear startled and covered up as the her three companions stared in awe of her innocent charm.

A plain cotton bra that was hardly more than a training bra followed. "I hope this is just until I’m accepted on campus, right?"

"You’re too irrestible as a little girl. No way we’re going to encourage you to compete against us. You’ll beat us hands down." Janie was only half kidding.

Several uniforms were tried to good effect.

Andie sat on the stool and drew her legs into a vee before doffing the uniform in preparation for the social activities wardrobe. She spread her legs even as they were in the air and ran her finger tips over her crotch. She brought her feet together, lowered them and stood.

Robbi stepped into her authoritarian role. "That was totally uncalled for and a waste of everyone’s time." Andie, in a teasing gesture worthy of Janie, repeated the routine. Robbi furiously mounted the platform, caught Andie’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Andie swiftly wrapped her arm over Robbi’s breaking her hold on Andie’s hair. Robbi yelped in pain and surprise. A sudden sweep of Andie’s leg and Robbi fell on her rump.

Robbi, no inept fighter herself, scissored her legs around Andie’s ankles and twisted quickly. Andie tumbled to the floor. A sudden flurry of bodies! A moment later Andie was over Robbi. The young girl had her knee in the small of Robbi’s back as she pulled her up by her hair causing the older girl’s spine to resemble a bow!

"I was beaten very badly once. It’s never going to happen to me again." She started to cry as she released Robbi. "I’m sorry if I overreacted. But I can’t help it!.. And I don’t want to have to help it!"

Tabby wrapped her arm over Andie’s shoulder as Janie attended to Robbi whose dignity was more injured than any physical part. She looked a wreck with her hair over her face and her skirt high enough to reveal her full thighs bulging ever so slightly above the tops of her stockings. "Janie, you won’t beleive this but this girl is listed to study all kinds of self-defense here."

"Right! Training her in self-defense is like selling firewater to Indians."

"God!...I’m so useless...can’t even impress this new girl with my authority. She’so impressed she dumps me on my ass!" First she giggled, then she cried. "Who’s going to want me when Jodi finally gets rid of me?"

Janie covered Robbi’s mouth with her own. She pressed her mouth against Robbi’s until Robbi opened hers in startled response. Robbi put her hand behind Janie’s head and pulled her over her. Janie massaged Robbi’s balls as their tongues roamed over their palates. Further progress was interrupted by the return of Tabby and Andie.

Tabby looked bemused as she suggested salad and pizza at the cottage for dinner.

Janie and Robbi drove into the village to pick up the pizza. Tabby and Andie put the salad together. Tabby, having thought this out ahead, carefully observed Andie’s hands. Two fingers of her left were crooked as if from being badly broken! Tabby reasoned that this was a recent occurence and accounted for Andie’s defensive attitude as well as for this odd girl was no longer pusuing her instrumental performance.

Tabby rested her hand on Andie as the new girl tried to shred carrots. "Your hand?" Tabby spoke matter of factly.

"Not really. Just never did much kitchen work...I’d rather you didn’t notce my hand. Makes me more different than I already was. You don’t know what it’s like. Trying to be a girl...not being either sex. Always stared at. Then all that shit my mother went through with my father and then with my step-father. My father was an asshole. Hated my mother because she gave birth to me and hated me for what I am. I hope he’s burning in hell.!

"My step-father was worse. He was affectionate toward me, too damned affectionate. When my mother found out she left him. I was assaulted by some thugs a few years ago. I’m sure he had something to do with it. Effectively destroyed my playing. Destroyed the only chance I had to make a place for myself in the real world.

"I know I’ll get even."

She stared into space. Tabby reached out to Andie who buried her face against Tabby’s shoulder cried softly. Andie suddenly jerked her head up. "Look at me wallowing in self-pity. Stupid... weak and stupid."

"No, not weak and not stupid. You’ve got to let it out.. It’s okay to grieve, to mourn for what could have been."

Andie smiled through her tears as she nodded agreement. Tabby stroked the young trannie’s face reassuringly. "But there are things that are still to be."

"One large pie, two small calzones." Announced Janie as she put the boxes on the middle seat station wagon.. "I hope that’s enough. That skinny little thing Matthews gave us is solid and strong as steel. Bet she eats for two or three.

"Did you see that provocative little number she did with her legs when she was sitting on that stool? Not easy."

The kitchen table was set for four. Salad plates, wine glasses already filled with merlot. Warm, crusty bread for the salad came out of the oven as the food was put in to keep warm.

"This might be a good weekend to go down to Bayport," suggested Tabby. "We can take Andie with us. Get her out for a couple of nights before the winter sets in and we develop cabin fever."

"What’s Bayport?" Andie seemed excited at being included in her housemates’ outing.

Robbi wrinkled her eyebrows. "Would it have to do with speaking to Rhonda Crichton? I thought of calling her about..."

"God, you love to state the obvious," Janie observed cutting off the possibility for any indiscrete comments by Robbi.

 

"That girl was made to be a dancer," Janie told her lover as they brushed their hair in preparation for bed. "I know, I know...She sees herself as a violinist who can no longer play because of her hand. But I’m going to make a dancer out of her."

The twin beds they occupied were turned down for sleep. The two lovers sat on the edge of one bed. Lips rested against lips. Janie ran her finger tips over Tabby’s nipples through the delicate fabric of a rose colored md-thigh nightie. She eased her fingers between her trannie lover’s thighs. Tabby relaxed as Janie eased open her warm thighs. Tabbie felt his panty crotch being pulled aside. Janie’s delicate touch was as a butterfly on her cock head and on her balls. Tabby lay back as Janie pushed against her. Tabby’s nightie was off. Janie straddled Tabby as she crossed her arms and drew the oversized tee that was her nightwear over her head. Tabby reached up and pressed her palms against Janie’s exquisite breasts. Janie took Tabby’s wrists and pinned her arms against the cool sheets. "I’m going to tickle you!" She swayed slowly, brushing her tits against Tabby’s erect nipples. She pressed her mouth against her lover’s as she released her grip on his wrists. Janie’s hand reached back and grasped Tabby’s balls. Tabby, always a lady (or a gentleman, depending on the moment), returned the courtesy by grasping Janie’s bottom cheeks and sinking her nails into her through the thin cotton panties. "I knew it was waste of time to turn down both beds tonight." They giggled as Tabby swithced off the light.

"I’m sorry to disagree with you two...No, I’m not at all sorry about it. There’s no way I’m getting my hair cut short. It took me too long to grow my own hair this long. Do you really think I’m going back to wigs and falls like I did before Jodi, I mean Dr. Matthews, took me under her wing?"

"Robbi, thee are reasons you may have to be in guy mode if you come to Bayport with us. No one could possibly think you’re a boy in drag when you’re en femme with shorter hair. God, women would kill for delicate features like yours. And your eyes!"

Tabby interrupted as Janie became more exasperated with Robbi’s refusal to cut her hair. "Robbi, you’re more girl than boy. You’ve been living as girl since you became Dr. Matthews’ aide..how many years ago?

"Parents dropping off their sons for the Janus ‘education’ wonder if you really are a TV. It gives them a lot more confidence that the ‘education’ works."

She leaned over the desk and stared adoringly, flatteringly at Robbi’s lovely face. Her hand went behind the small of her back as she waved Janie out of the room. "Well.."snorted Janie with a wink at Tabby as she flounced out of the office.

Tabby slid seductively off the desk. Her grey pleated skirt slid over her thighs. Robbi was distracted by the gloss of Tabby’s white panties. "Long hair flatters the sense of self, the sense of femme self. Short hair frames one’s features and brings out the innate prettiness. But it takes confidence. You don’t have to rely on Jodi Matthews for approval. Just realize how beautiful and how competent you are. And above all..no one’s going to cut your penis off no matter what!"

Robbi blanced in shock! "How do you know?...I’ve never told anyone, not even Jodi."

"Robbi, please listen and believe me. Crystal, my sister, is a Wicccan who is gifted. I have some of her gifts. I can read people. Your aura tells me that you were so frightened of that threat when you were a child. Please believe. I know this sounds fantastic but it’s true.

"Crystal can help you get over your need to hide your cock. Relax, you’ll still be what you want to be, but you’ll have the reassurance to believe in your own power.

"Matthews relies on you. You’re the administrator, not she!

"And there’s no need to wonder who would want you if she ever got rid of you."

Tabby slipped off her penny loafer, eased her foot between Robbi’s skirted thighs, and rested her arch against the panty-girdled crotch. "If you didn’t have that gridle on I woould prove it here and now."

Robbi reached for the phone. "This is Robbi Probert. I would like..I want an appointment for a haircut. Radical haircut for a new, shorter look. One is fine."

Thursday dinner at the cottage was a planning session of sorts. Tabby was going dictate what she expected to be accomplisshed in the two nights they would be in Bayport. She would introduce Robbi to Crystal and to Ivy, Crystal’s trannie lover. They would arrange a meeting between Rhonda Crichton and Robbi. Rhonda, the driving force behind the Bayport Renaissance, was an old friend of Jodi Matthews. Like Jodi, Rhonda was a twenty-for seven transvestite who had no intent of ever parting with her cock.

Tabby had been on and off trannie since age seven when Crystal and Tabby fled from a hostile family. To deter searchers seeking a teen girl and her younger brother, Crystal had often passed Tabby off as a girl. This was the case even as they arrived in Bayport, then a seedy shore town, about a year and half ago.

Tabby rather enjoyed his skill at shifting sex roles. The time at Janus was the longest ongoing time en femme. The bond the young trannie formed with Janie, one of the few ggs in the Janus student body, was a special love built on mutual creativty and mutual acceptance of each other’s unique peronalities. It would last forever and evolve forever.

"Robbi, you’re going down on your own. Show up on Friday evening at Crystal’s tearoom. Rhonda will meet you there.

"On Friday afternoon you’ll go to a new cabaret sort of place that’s just opened off the state highway. Crystal tells me it’s run by an element not welcome in Bayport. They are, as the expression goes, connected.

"We want the Bayport Renaissance to produce an artistic and intellectual community where all orientations are accepted but we don’t need a Mafia connected gay bar putting on all sorts of backroom kink shows.

"You, my love, will apply for a job as a transvestite waitress, hostess or whatever. You’ll go there as a swishy guy. I’m sure thay know that Janie and I belong to the ‘establishment’ aspect of Bayport so that rules us out for what you’re going to do. And don’t even expect Andie to do it. She would seem a child as far as they’re concerned."

Janie eased the MG into the rest stop. The late autumn sun had just crested the horizon. Breakfast was calling the hungry trio. Tabby and Andie were crammed into the passenger seat. Tabby had gotten in first and Andie had sat between her wide-spread thighs. No comfortable but it beat having one of them sit in the narrow space behind the seats.

Tabby extended her leg to the blacktop to allow Andie to slide out of the cramped seat. Tabby followed, showing a generous amount of leg as she did. A thirtyish man stared unabashedly at her until his female companion elbowed him. Tabby made a show of adjusting her skirt but managed to flash a lot of thigh and more than a little panty as she did so. The girls laughed as Tabby commented in a loud whisper, "Enjoy the view. You would shit if you knew what you’re really seeing!"

Tabby, who clearly intended this to be more than a simple road trip to Bayshore, leaned forward and began to share her plans with her companions. "Robbi has got to know what is happening to Dr. Matthews. Illness, I suspect. I’m sure she’s deliberately pushing Robbi away. We’ll enlist Rhonda to find out.

"Robbi’s terrified. She was a misfit in town until she became a sort of errand girl at Janus. Dr. Matthews and she became lovers. Matthews saw to it she developed secretarial skills. She’s a full time trannie now. So insecure she thinks no else will have her and that there’s no place else for her to go. We’ll make a place for her in the Bayport Renaissance organization. Crystal can help her wake up to how beautiful and competent she is.

"Robbi’s taken on an important and dangerous task. She’s going to ferret out who and what has targeted Bayport for the sleaze. Could get rough."

"In for a dime, in for a dollar. Excuse the cliche but I’ll jump into any fight to help Robbi," volunteered Andie.

"You’re so pretty, petite, and innocent looking that the element of surprise will allow you to kick some serious ass..not that you prbably couldn’t otherwise. I’ve got an idea!

"The humiliation of being beaten in public by a little girl in her early teens will drive some of their thugs away and put the reamining ones off pace. Go for it girl!"

Janie remained at the table while Tabby and Andie went to the ‘Ladies.’ The young woman whose companion had eyed Tabby was applying lipstick at the mirror. "Some people have no sense of decency, no manners."

Tabby ignored her but Andie, ready to prove herslef to Tabby, responded.

"Is that how you describe yourself?"

"Someone should teach this brat some manners." She blocked Andie’s way, glaring at her.

"Perhaps you think you’re the one to teach me. You might be able to set an example as a loudmouth but I don’t think you can teach me a thing."

"You fresh, spoiled tramp," replied the now red faced young woman as she swung her open palm at Andie’s face. Andie parried the slap and jabbed her fingers into the woman’s belly. She struggeled desperately to free her wrist from Andie’s grasp.

Andie twisted her into a hammer lock and forced her over the sink counter. Her free hand yanked the woman’s straight skirt up over her tush. "Ohh," giggled Andie. "Chubby lady needs a panty girdle."

"Let me go or I’ll scream for my boyfriend."

"More of challenge for me. But no problem, I’m sure." WIth that, she delivered a resounding slap to the terrified woman’s bottom. A shriek followed by more slaps.

The young man held open the door. "What’s going in here?"

"Tim, help me," yelled his ill-starred companion.

Tim rushed around the privacy partition. "Holy shit," he exclaimed. "That little girl is doing that to you. Fight back!"

"I can’t, you asshole. Can’t you see how much she’s hurting me?"

Andie shoved the woman at Tim as he came toward her. He pushed his companion aside and turned his full attnetion to Andie. Before he could even assume an aggressive posture, Andie threw a punch right into his nose.

Andie followed up her advantage with a shot to his mouth. Blood trickled from his lip as he charged bellowing, "You little bitch, you’ll pay..."

"Stay out of this or I’ll jump in too," Tabby warned Tim’s companion.

Andie caught Tim’s lapels, reversed her direction and dropped to one knee. Tim’s momentum sent him over Andie and flat on his back. Andie trapped him in arm bar. As she rose to a na erect posture, Tim’s elbow was bent further and further in the wrong direction. He grimaced as he writhed trying to ease the pain.

Releasing her hold, Andie dropped down, drving her knee into the pit of Tim’s stomach. She grasped his windpipe between her fingers and slowly applied pressure as she spoke. "Go ahead, make me pay! Your hands are free. I dare you to even try to use them against me. I woud just love an excuse to rip your throat out!"

He lay still. His eyes stared pleadingly, unnbelievingly at the face and figure of what appeared a fourteen year old girl who had just beaten him throughly in a matter of a few seconds. He tried to look past Andie at his companion.

"Trying to see my panties, I’ll bet. Take a good look!" She released his throat, rose to her feet. As she contemptuously, defiantly turned her back on him, Andie mockingly flipped her kilt skirt up over hips offering a liberal view of her powder blue cotton panties.

Tim’s companion leaned against the sink counter as she watched the encounter. Her skirt was still above her groin. Tabby and Andie both noticed the wet spot that had soaked through both her panties and the panty girdle. This self-righteous gg was turned on by watching her male companion get his ass beaten by Andie!

Andie and Tabby returned to the table just as the waitress served the breakfasts.

"Thank you," said Andie politely. "Please let the manager know that someone left a mess in the ladies bathroom."

"All right," demanded Janie. "What were you two doing in there?"

"You’re not going to beleive this one. You were absolutely correct when you made your comment to me about teaching Andie self-defense."

"Tell me the comment about me. Tell me, tell me, tell me, " demanded Andie like an excited child..

Janie and Tabby responded in unison. "Teaching you self-defense is like selling firewater to the Indians!"

They left the restaurant and headed for the parking lot where a wonderfully ironic scene was being played out. The defeated Tim was being berated by his gilrfriend or should we now say former girlfriend.

"Asshole. You shove me around and I’m stupid enough to take it...yet you can’t protect me from that a fourteen year old girl, a little one at that."

"Doris, give me a chance to explain," pleaded Tim as Doris opened the trunk of the car and threw his bags to the sidewalk.

"Just get out of my life! Come near me and I’ll do to you worse than that little girl did."

"She sneaked a punch when I wasn’t ready and she got lucky when I tripped. You won’t be so lucky!... Come on, Doris. This was supposed to be a weekeend away so I could make things up to you."

"You shit. You ask me to give you a chance and you threaten me in the same breath."

Tim picked up his bags and tried to put them back in the trunk of the car. Doris grabbed his hair and yanked him off balance. Her knee shot into his balls. He dropped the suitcases and fell to his knees. Doris stood over him and sneered. "That little girl taught me what a chump you really are. Don’t bother getting up because I’ll just knock you down again! Or maybe I’ll get that litttle girl to work you over again."

"Please, please, Miss Doris. May I? May I have another go at him?" Andie stepped forward.

Doris laughed as her mood changed. She smiled and waved at the girls as she got in her car and drove off abandoning the humiliated Tim to the mocking laughter of the three Janus girls.

They arrived in Bayport about ten-thirty on a clear, crisp autumn morning. The main commercial streets were taking on a fashionably Bohemian look. "STORE TO RENT" and "BUILDING FOR SALE OR LEASE, APPROVED FOR COMMERCIAL USE" signs were changing to "OPENING THIS SPRING - GOURMET RESTAURANT" or "FASHION BOUTIQUE OPENING SOON." The Bayport Renaissance weekend festivals obviously garnered positive publicity which had attracted the "hip" entrepeneurs who would add to the attractions of Bayport as the place to live or in which to have your vacation home. The locals were buying into the concept as more and more steady jobs were created. The next step was to prove to the undesirable entrepeneurs that they had no chance for survival in Bayport.

They parked the MG behind the tearoom and boutique and entered by the back door of the boutique. They were greeted enthusiastically by a beautiful, willowly girl in a long sleeved jewel neck tee and a long black flowing skirt decorated with silver colored mystical symbols. Gold lotus blossom earrings hung from her pierced ears. Her hair, dark brown with red highlights, was loosely pinned up in a Gibson Girl style. She conveyed an arty, romantic air.

"Tabby! Janie!," bubbled the girl as she hugged them in turn.

"Wow, Ivy," reacted Tabby. "You look so great!"

Afetr more hugs and kisses Andie was introduced. Ivy was suitably impressed and vivaciously hugged the girl even as she sang her praises.

"Crystal is with Rhonda at her house. Business stuff. Let me phone her and tell her you’re here," offered Ivy. As Ivy sat on high stool dialing the phone, her wrap skirt opened enough to reveal her well formed legs whose contours were emphasized by the lightly tinted stockings she wore with her high heeld, strappy sandals. Her still tan thigh showed above the welt of the stocking.

"Okay, clue me in," asked Andie wondering aloud. "She’s a gg, right?"

"I heard that," smiled Ivy. "Nope. I’m a trannie just like you guys." With that Ivy rose, faced Andie and still holding the phone to her ear, raised her skirt to her hips. "Excuse me," she said and spoke to the person at the other end of the phone line. "Crystal will be here in about twenty minutes," reported Ivy as she hung up the phone.

Ivy reached down smoothed her panties across her groin to reveal the outline of her cock! "Now do you believe I’m not a gg?"

Crystal arrived as the Janus girls were upsatirs unpacking. Janie and Tabby needed very little as they had begun to think of the apartment above Crystal’s tearoom and boutique as their real home. Only Andie had needed to bring more than toiletries.

Andie was delighetd with the apartment. She was unabashedly demonsrtative as she thanked Crystal and Ivy for converting the guetsroom to a bedroom for her. Crystal reassured her that it was no chore.

"Andie, you’re a very sepcial person. I hope we can make you feel comfortable and secure here. Don’t ask me how I know, but I know what has happened to you and how hurt you are. When you feel safe with us, I can help heal you."

Andie responded by kissing Crystal’s cheek. Ivy was next. "Thank you both for caring. My mom has always taken care of me but I wanted to go to a boarding school so she could get on with her own life. I know this will be my home, my real home. Not just your place but all of Bayport "

The tearoom staff was now large enough to handle the moderate off season Friday lunch trade while Crystal, Ivy, and the Janus trio enjoyed a lunch sent up from the tearoom.

"Rhonda is at the condo construction site but she’ll be here any moment. She’s more than a bit perturbed over the strange change in Jodi Matthews."

Rhonda listened in silence as Tabby explained the situation at Janus. "She’s positively nasty to Robbi; nasty bordering on abusive. I know she’s drinking and going off for several days on end."

"We’ve got to find out where she goes. Only then can we begin to understand this change." Rhonda was somber and intropsective.

Tabby explained the undercover assignment she had given Robbi. Rhonda approved although she was concerned about the danger the Robbi would be in.

Ivy excused herself to go down and open the boutique. Both the clothing and the new age items were selling well to the weekend people. "I’m going to be running my own boutique in the spring. This will be the new age store," Ivy added proudly.

It was clear that the Renaissance was going well and would continue to go well if they could get rid of the undesirables who were trying to exploit the opportunities as the town rose from the economic doldrums.

A classical guitarist provided the background as the evening crowd filled the tearoom. Rhonda joined Tabby and Janie at a corner table. An attractive young woman sat at the next table. Her short hair was was brushed in bangs, large gold hoop earrings gave her a primeval sexiness. An expensive sweater was buttoned low enough to offer a unselfish view of her breasts as they pushed over the scalloped lace of her black bra. She crossed her legs and tugged her loose fitting skirt over her knees. Her foot moved to the rhythm of the music calling attention to her superb legs. She took a cigarette case from her purse and searched in vain for matches. This very sexy lady tapped Rhonda on the wrist. "May I use your lighter?" Robbi spoke as she pointed to the lighter resting on Rhonda’s cigarette case.

"Please do," said Rhonda loudly. She leaned forward and spoke softly. "The girls tell me you’re Robbi. How did it go today?"

"Went well. They want me to show them that I can pass in a crowd. They’ll come by later.

"Apparently a fellow named Flynn who operates out of Boston is the investor. Not really mob connected but he owns a string of restaurants and cabarets. One is on the up and up. That’s the one where his ofice is. Sleaze entertainment and possibly prostitution. Has a reputation as a legitimate business man. Likes his image of respectability."

Andie blanched at the mention of Flynn. "Flynn was my mother’s second husband. I’m sure he was the one who had me assaulted to get back at my mother. I owe him for more than that!"

"You’ll get what’s owed you but don’t be precipitous. When the time comes, he’ll be yours to destroy," promised Rhonda.

Half an hour later three men and two woman were shown to a table. One of the men looked as though he had been through the mill. It was Tim from the breakfast episode. Robbi waved at the group.

"Excuse me while I have some fun," said Andie as she rose from the table. She wore a navy wrap skirt with a powder blue turtle neck. Her hair was in a French braid. She looked the perfect young teen out for a night under the supevision of older family or friends.

As she passed the table where Tim sat Andie stopped in her tracks. "Why Tim! Don’t you remeber me. We met at breakfast. Oh, I’m going to the powder room if you care to join me for some more fun."

Tim looked frightened as Andie ran her finger tips over his bruises.

"What gives? We brought you here to interview you as an accounrtant but we don’t want any freak who’s into little girls."

"No, no. It’s okay. She was there when that bitch Doris dumped me. Just a wise ass kid."

Andie felt a glow of both anticipation and staisfcation as she watched the reflection of the moon on the bay. An in-bound fishing boat glided across the moon. She reached out to her two companions as they stood on either side. Her hands were on the small of their backs. She kissed each in turn on. She savored the lingering taste. "Thank you for bringing me here, here into this special world. I just know it’s my world too."

"Night, sweets," smilded Janie. "Big day tomorrow"

Andie opened the blind in the guest room. She turned off the light as she opened her skirt and spread it wide behind her. The dark fabric was a frame and a background for her fine, chiseled legs. She let the skirt fall to the floor as she crossed her arms and caught the bottom of her turtleneck. She uncrossed her arms raising them as she pulled the garment over her head.

The outline of her black garter belt was visible through her pale pink panties. Facing the dresser mirror, Andie tried to span her waist with her hands. She ran her hands over hips. The blue stockings were the perfect complement for her skin as it glowed in the otherworldly light that came through the window.

Andie sat on the edge of the bed where she could study herslef in the mirror. "I guess I really am pretty...but what am I?" Tears filled her eyes. "Damn, I wish I brought my violin."

She smoothed her stocking as she pointed her leg in the air. She undid the garter tabs, rolled the stocking down her leg. Repeating the studied move, she stood, unhooked her bra. The pads fell to the floor. Her finger tips circled her nipples. Andie stepped out of her panties as she turned on the shower. A few minutes later she pulled on a pair of white cotton panties with very delicate lace at the leg openings. A full length cotton nightie with lace at the collar, the cuffs and the hem. Very Victorian but very captivating in its innocence, an innocence that well suited the apparently self-possessed but anguished trannie. It was an anguish which could only be assuaged by retribution!

The sun was reflecting brightly off the bay as a light tap at the door awakened Andie. "Sorry Miss Andie but Miss Crystal said to to get you up. Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. I’ll start your shower."

The girl, if she was a girl, was very matter of fact despite her obsequious air. Andie guessed she was a local.

Andie pinned the pads into the white bra. The beige of the pads showed above the bra as Andie stepped into yellow cotton panties. A blue oxford cloth shirt, man tailored over a Royal Stewart kilt. Knee socks and penny loafers. The young trannie now presented as a very preppie, very wholesome all American girl type. Her fresh, healthy look belied that this slight ‘girl’ had so easily beaten a grown man the day before.

The girl who had awakened Andie set a small bufffet on the kitchen counter. Tabby encouraged Andie to fill her plate even as she filled her own, Crystal and Ivy joined them.

"Is Janie still asleep?" asked Andie.

"She’s at the dance studio. Just a croissant and hot chocolate before she goes through one of her all morning sessions," Tabby offered. "Fear not. She’ll more than make up the calories later in the day."

"Can we watch her dance?"

"You know what? Janie was hoping you would say that."

Conservative! An odd word to describe the dance attire of the freewheeling, free loving, nonchalant Jamie Staroff. Yet it was so. The long sleeved black leotard offering full covergae over teh bottom and loins of the wonderfully graceful and deceptively powerful dancer who had already atteracted the attention of the pundits promised more than it revealed. The very white and very opaque full fashioned, seamed tights were too reminscent of the traditional classical ballet schools of major American cities and European schools. But when Janie arched backwards at the barre extending her arms or legs, the softly concealing leotard flowed to conform to every contour, every dimple of her superb body. The only question was which was the more superlative? Could it be her body or her movement?

Andie was fiexed on every nuance of Jnaie’s movements as the dancer, clinging to teh barre, spread her legs and lowered her hips to teh floor. She released the barre and slithered to the middle of the floor. Janie crouched, wrapping her arms around her knees before she sprang into the air spreading her arms and legs as a hawk taking flight.

The hawk spied its prey! Janie circled Andie isolating her form the security of the wall and from Tabby. Beating a rhythmic tatoo with her feet Janie drew the circle ever more tightly around the younger trannie.

Janie reached out for Andie’s hand but refused to grasp it each time the trannie offered it. Andie’s sense of control was withering as Janie drew teh cirdle of her dance ever tightere around her. A tingling through Andie’s groin and belly as her cock began to fill with blood and lust. She longed to be part of Janie’s dance, to give herself over to Janie’s motion, to offer her body to Janie.

Suddenly Janie caught Andie by both wrists, drew her close, stepped away still holding her wrists. Again! A sudden yank and Andie was pulled to Janie. She wanted to press her body against Janie’s but feared the gg would vanish.

Andie felt herself lifted by her waist. As Janie heldp her aloft, Tabby undid Andie’s skirt, pulled off the penny loafers. Janie lowered Andie to her feet. She extended her arms allowing Janie to sit on the floor. Janie extended both legs into the air forming a vee with her crotch as teh apex. Maintaining that position, she slid the knee socks off.

Janie drew her to her feeet, embraced her and kissed her deeply as they swayed in perfect rhythm to "The Afternoon of A Faun." Sudddenly Janie was behind Andie. Her groin pressed against the trannie’s delightful bottom as one hand spead over her chest while the other slid between Andie’s thighs and pressed against her tight little scrotum. The hand closed over the sensitive balls. Andie whimpered as Janie pulled her head back and kissed the trannie’s graceful neck. The older gg’s mouth found the corner of Andie’s lips. Andie head turned slightly. Tongues darted forward tasting the promise.

Janie pushed Andie forward and turned her as she did. An erotic dance improvisation made even more erotic by Andie’s abject arousal, her willingness to be led throuh the dance.

Janie’s hands were on Andie’s, shoulders pressing her to her knees. A pearl of precum showed through the delicate cotton of the panties. The hardon was ever more obvious as it throbbed faster and faster. Andie screamed as she came in spontaneous orgasm!

"Oh God. Please Janie, please help me learn to dance!"

The scheme had been successful. It took only one trial to condition Andie to associate dance with eroticism. She would want to dance in hope of again attaining the erotic thrill that would eternally be assoicated with this moment.

Janie’s preternatural ability to convey sexuality in her dancing applied not only too large audiences but to any partner she chose, be it male or female!

 

Robbi had been using her special talents to advantage even as Janie was conditioning the newcomer to associate dance with sexual expression and gratification. Her ‘performance’ at the tearoom the night before had gone over well. The local management team had been impressed with her ability to pass in public and by her skill in striking up a conversation with the ladies at the next table. As Janie was seducing Andie, conditioning her to associate dance with sexual energy, with seduction, with power, Robbi returned for a followup interview.

Robbi showered in her motel room. She brushed her short hair and slipped a pair of conservative stud earrings into her pierced ears before stepping into white Vanity Fair briefs a size too small. She carefully tucked her male appendages. She opted for a beige camisole top in cotton with just a hint of lace. An off white oxford cloth shirt, man tailored, which she left strategically unbuttoned at the top. More rings than would be appropriate for a man; but then again what sort of man applies for work as female impesonator?

After donning light blue slacks, Robbi looked over her shoulder to make sure her panty lines showed! They did.

Robbi took her makeup case and a suitcase that she had packed before leaving Janus. She drove to the club.

"You guys are too damn gullible," volunteered Tim trying to ingratiate himself with the manager.

"Who asked you?"

"Can’t you see that really is a broad?"

"You are too, too rude," teased Robbi.

"Do me something," challenged Tim.

Robbi approached him as he stood near the door. She threw her arm over his, caught the bottom of his arm and pressed upward. He yelped in pain. "Let me go! Crazy faggot or what ever the hell you are!"

Robbi eased off slightly but suddenly applied pressure as she kicked his feet out from under him. He lay at her feet as she retained the hold. The manager’s jaw dropped as the swishy, smallish boy/girl so easily took physical control of the larger, more muscular looking accountant. Robbi smiled at the manager. "I do hope your other employees are more respectful. Teaching manners really gets to be such a bore." She released Tim’s arm, caught his hair and slapped his face!

"Do get up so I can really hurt you!" She kicked his ribs. "Piece of trash!"

The manager spoke decisively. "Get out of here, you pencil pushing blowhard! We don’t need you.

"Maybe I’ll let our new ‘hostess’ work you over so I can really see what she..er..he can do! Now pack up and get the hell out!"

Tim reddened as he stomped out slamming the door behind him.

"He may have a point. I’ve seen judo girls on television. You might be a real girl trying to get an "in" with us for who knows what."

"Why don’t you have one of your barmaids stay with me while I change for the audition?"

"Good idea. They’ll be here to try on some cocktail waitress dresses. You can change with the other girls." He smiled smugly at having classified Robbi as one of the girls.

Robbi went to the dressing room. She spread her cosmetics on the dressing table, removed her blouse and stepped out of her slacks. The effect of the camisole top pleased Robbi. It was very femme as the soft cotton clung to her small breasts allowing her a nipples to thrust forward in aggressive provocation. He reluctantly pulled it over his head. Better a little less vanity now than to smear her theatrical makeup later.

"Hi, I’m Ellie. I saw you last night. You’re Robbi. God, I wish I could be as classy as you. You’re so classy and so sexy. Wow!"

Ellie reached behind her, unzipped her shirtwaist dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. A black bra pushed her breasts together. Black panties showed through her white half slip. Robbi studied her in the mirror.

Ellie stepped out of the slip and unhooked her bra. She massaged her breasts now free of the sexy confinement of the heavily constructed bra. Robbi felt a stirring in his groin, a feeling he never got from a gg before.

Ellie was near Robbi as she undid the snaps of her garters and removed her stockings. She stood, her back to Robbi, and wiggled her panties down. She bent at the waist offering Robbi a view of the back of her slit!

Robbi felt herslef redden. From the time she was a little boy and realized that girls really did lack a penis, she had been terrified of female genitals or even frontal nudity. To Robbi, this was the gorgon, the chimera that would turn you to stone.

The child irratonally feared that he might lose his penis and become like the girls. To protect himself and his penis, he began to adapt the ways of girls as his own until he was almost a girl. If the world thought he lacked a penis, no one would try to take his from him. Robbi was so good at being a girl that the world had left him alone.

Panic set in as he realized he wanted to see what Ellie was like between her legs! He would explore her with is eyes, with his fingers, with his tongue!

Robbi’s reveries were interupted by the house phone. "Got it," said Ellie as she turned to him. His eyes widened in fear and anticipation as he stared at Ellie’s breasts. He finished his makeup as Ellie talked on telephone. "Yeah, Robbi’s in here...You’re shitting me...Can’t be...If it is, I’ll know soon."

Ellie, in slow motion, replaced hung up the phone. Robbi stood, reached for the black, padded demi bra with its very lacy edge. Putting the beguiling garment around his waist, closed the hooks and twisted the cups to the front. Ellie stepped behind the beautiful trannie. She rubbed her nipples against the smooth skin of Robbi’s back. Robbi felt her pussy hair against his panties. He froze not knowing what to do or what to expect. Ellie ran her tongue over Robbi’s neck, nipped at his earlobe. Her arm was under his as she ran her fingers over his now hard nipples. Her other hand found the panty covered prominence. Lightly, ever so lightly her fingers traced his cock through the thin fabric. Robbi leaned his head back, his mouth opening to welcome Ellie’s tongue.

Robbi felt the glow of arousal spread form his loins to every part of his body. They were now face to face. Robbi became very aware of a new sensation! Her cock was totally, totally hard. That had happened often enough before but now he was hard, hard and hot for the woman who stood pressing her body against his, driving her tongue into his throat one moment, kissing her nipples the next. Ellie freed Robbi’s cock from his panties and trapped it between her thighs. Robbi felt Ellie’s juices drenching her cock. Robbi’s arousal had completely obliterated any fear of her lover’s cunt! A new desire completely enveloped Robbi as she yielded to Ellie!

Much to Robbi’s chagrin, Ellie pulled free. Relief as Ellie bolted the door. Ellie stood staring at Robbi; not simply with lust but with admiration, even adoration. She cupped Robbi’s balls in her hand. "And those assholes in the office wanted me to make sure you’re really a female impersonator not a girl pretending to be one."

Ellie eased Robbi on to the couch. She straddled Robbi’s thighs as she pressed the trannie’s face between against her mound. Robbi’s tongue lapped the juices from Ellie’s hair, reached tpward her lips, probed for her clit hood.

Robbi felt Ellie guide his cock against her pussy lips. The trannie whimpered as Ellie lowered herself onto the raging hardon. She moaned, rolling her hips, as she pressed Robbi back onto the couch. Robbi’s hand reached for her breasts even as Ellie pinched his nippples. A scream as Ellie came! An instant later Robbi’s hips began to buck, her legs twitched as Ellie bent against her and kissed her. Moans, whimpers as violent ecstasies swept through Robbi!

"Oh God, oh God..." panted Robbi. Ellie put her palm light over her mouth. "Shush, sweet one. That was so wonderful, so, so wonderful! So satisfying yet so inadequate. I want to do so much more with you and to you! And I need you to do more to me!

"It’s all so new. I always thought I’m a lesbian. I mean from when I was about ten or eleven but you got me so turned on. You’re so beautiful..like you’re a girl with a cock...You shit! Don’t laugh at me, don’t laugh. I can’t take that from you!"

"No,no, really! I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that we’re so much the same. I’ve lived totally as a girl for years. You’re the first woman I’ve ever had sex with..."

Ellie interrupted Robbi before she could finish. "Oh, I love you, I love you!"

Robbi resumed dressing as Ellie pulled on a pair of black stretch nylon panties. (Lycra was a few years down the road.) She crossed her legs, rested an elbow on her thigh and her chin on her hand. She looked happily at Robbi as the trannie adjusted the bra before slipping a pair of skin tone pads into the cups. A garter belt and then sheer, shimmering black stockings. "I had better use a gaff," explained Robbi. "With you sitting there looking at me like that I’ll never stay in place without one."

The house phone rang again. Ellie answered it. "None of your damned business...You jerkoffs really thought Robbi’s a real girl. Well, he’s a he so fuck off."

She hung up the phone.

"Robbi, please believe me when I swear that I’m not really that coarse. I have to be like that to survive...Flynn, he runs the whole deal, took me in. He’s turned on watching lesbian get it off. Humiliating. The only way I could survive without selling my body. I hate them all!

"Robbi, please give me a chance to make you love me."

Robbi smiled as she kissed Ellie’s lips.

Robbi walked into the office. The manager stared in disbelief. The shapely twenty-something in front of him moved gracefilly in her full length gown. The fitted bodice showed her breats to advantage. The front slit called attention to the superb calves and the full yet firm thighs. Robbi sat down and crossed her legs hiking her skirt just enough to show some bare thigh over the tops of the hose. Robbi had chosen her panties with deliberation and the effect was devastating. The tiniest expanse of white crotch was an eye arresting contrast against the black of the stockings and the dress.

"I don’t give a ..." The manager started to speak.

"What is it that you have a problem with?" Robbi rose and stared at the manager.

"No female impersonator could be as good as you are unless they’re a top pro."

"Oh but I am that good." Robbi sat on the desk. She took the manager’s hand in hers. "Shall we give you a feel so that you’ll be sure of what I have?"

The manager reddened. Robbi continued. "What you’re really saying is that no guy in drag could turn you on like I’ve turned you on. Isn’t that true?"

"You wise ass.." He made a move to go for Robbi but thought better of it when he recalled how easily Robbi had defeated Tim.

"Okay, let’s keep it to business. I’m willing to hire you as the hostess. You’ll have a chance to move up the organization to better clubs that Mr. Flynn has. The terms ..."

"Sorry, Mr. Don, you chump manager. You can’t afford me. Don’t call me. I’ll call you if I lose my mind and become interested in working in this third rate dive."

A knock and Ellie entered. Her tone was soft but the menace in her message was real, so real , so thick that it could be cut with a knife. "Oh, by the way, Don. I like this town. I might just settle here and look for a real life. Don’t be frightened. I’ll go up to Boston myself and let Flynn know he’s losing his favorite dyke show girl!"

"Listen Ellie just stay a little longer. Flynn’ll be here in a couple of weeks. He’ll at least want to see that you and Annie are still helping me get this place off the ground. Stay for a couple of weeks."

"Perhaps...perhaps not. Pleasing Flynn is your problem, not mine."

 

Back in Boston, at almost that very minute, a woman named Doris was sitting in her apartment looking through the yellow pages for schools of martial arts. She sat in an easy chair still dressed in only the panties and chemise she had slept in. She drew her robe around her as she stepped into the tiny kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

Doris took the magazines from the bag. Last night she took one of her girlfriends to dinner. When she phoned her friend earlier that day she admitted to her friend and to herself that Tim was really a shit and that she was done with him. She had known Janine since college but hadn’t seen much of her lately. Janine came over and together they threw all of Tim’s belongings into cartons. "If the boxes are still here in a week, they’ll be sent to the Salvation Army."

Espresso and anisette. Doris told Janine how wet she had become when a teen girl beat the stuffing out of Tim and how she had mobilized her own anger to knock him down with a well aimed knee in his balls. Janine suggetsed a walk in the combat zone, Boston’s ‘adult business’ area. An adult bookstore specializing in femme domme, S&M books, lots of picture magazines showing girls and woman beating up men in wrestling, boxing, and, best of all, fighting off and punishing their attackers and abusers. Doris bought several magazines. She bought a tabloid news "bulletein" offering contacts for groups and individuals.

The wine had worn off . She was a little dismayed at how she had the courage to go into the store let alone buy what she had bought. And, she wondered, how was Janine so familiar with this scene?

She threw her robe over the chair as she sat against the propped pillows of her bed, a bed she was no longer going to share with the abusive Tim. She opened the first magazine and spread it across her lap. Her pulse quicked at the series of pictures of a girl in what resembeld a scout uniform using judo throws to overwhelm a full size man. The next section; a scantily clad girl wrestles and brutally defeats a muscular man, polishing him off with a knee to the face and a fist to his crotch!

Doris became aware of her own finger tip running over her slit and teasing her clit. The next magazine; a girl overpowers an intruder who is going through her dresser. She strips him, dresses him in bra and panties, applies makeup to his pretty features. Just as the now bewigged intruder steps into a dress, Doris moaned ever so softly as her body quivered in a gentle but satisfying orgasm.

Ellie ‘s eyes filled with tears as she watched Robbi step out ot the dress. "You are so beautiful...Too beautiful to last. Too classy to ever be part of my life."

Robbi ran his finger tips over Ellie’s soft skin. She kissed Robbi’s finger tips as she ran them over her lips. "You already mean so much to me...I know we’re going to make this work...There’s just one thing.."

"You mean one person. There’s always someone else. Or is it that you just can’t deal with trash like me?"

"No, no. You’re not trash. There’s just something I’ve got to find out and finish."

Robbi wore only black patent opera pumps, black hose attached to a black waist cinch, the white panties that were so pure and alluring under the black dress and such a striking contrast to the black stockings, waist cinch and bra. Robbi wrapped her arms around Ellie and cupped her tush with her hands. Teeth nibbled lips. Ellie’s hand was on the back of his head. Robbi unzipped the back of Ellie’s vinyl dress. It fell to the floor as she stepped out of it. "I hate that fetish wear, I hate it!" Ellie was fed up with the life to which she had adapted in order to survive. She clung to Robbi who was rapidly becoming her life preserver.

"Your cock feels so, so yummy against me." She pressed her thigh between Robbi’s legs. "God, it’s so easy to forget you have that and think of you as a real girl." She dropped to her knees and pulled Robbi’s panties down just far enough to allow her to kiss the tip of Robbi’s half erect cock. Ellie’s tongue raced around again arousing the trannie who only an hour before had his first sexual experience with a real girl.

The two lovers were suddenly on their sides in a classic sixty-nine. Ellie took Robbi’s cockhead in her mouth as Robbi pulled Ellie’s panty crotch aside and stared hungrily at her lips. Robbi ran her tongue over Ellie’s slit. It flicked over the hard little clit causing Ellie to quiver and squeal with each stroke of Robbi’s tongue. Robbi kissed the clit as Ellie ran her tongue over the bottom of her shaft from base to tip before she swallowed the entire shaft. Robbi drove her tongue deeper into Ellie’s vagina as his finger tip stimulated her clit. The second mutual orgasm of the morning soaked Robbi’s face as her cock pumped stream after stream of cum into Ellie’s eager mouth.

 

The bell over the door of the new age boutique jangled as Robbi entered. She wore high heeled ankle boots under dark fitted slacks. A red peacoat buttoned right over left. The silk scarf was the complement. Ivy recognized her immediately. "May I help you?" Robbi responded. Ivy completed the prearranged dialogue. "That’s a special order. I’ll ask Miss Crystal to help you." She called Crystal and then went back to the other customers in the busy shop.

"I think we can supply your needs. Just step into the office." Crystal closed the door behind them.

"Rhonda wants to have you at her home for lunch. She knows why Jodi Matthews has been behaving as she has. That will wait."

Robbi reported what she had learned at the club.

Ivy left the shop in the care of two attractive young locals who had ben working there and in the tearoom. She crossed the street to the dance studio where Janie had been practicing and was initiating Andie into the rigors of dance.

A 24/7 trannie herself and a fully passable one at that, Ivy wasn’t easily impressed by other TVs. Andie, however, awed her. The tight fit of her navy blue leotard over her white seamed tights allowed no room for concealing that something extra. The slender young trannie went through the barre exercises, floor exercises and step combinations dictated by Janie thus revealing every part of her anatomy from every angle. There was no hint in her curves nor in her movements that she was anything other than a lovely, graceful young girl!

"I’m sorry to interrupt, but Crystal wants us all at Rhonda’s at one for lunch. She also wants to speak to Andie privately as soon as possible."

A short time later Andie and Crystal sat in the living room of the apartment over the tearoom and boutique.

"Don’t ask me how I know but I just know. This may upset you at first but it will be your chance to purge a lot of your rage. We now know beyond a doubt that it’s Flynn who is trying to make Bayport into something we don’t want it ot be. He’ll be here in two weeks."

Andie stiffened. Her clenched fists went white.

"You’ll have your opportunity to destroy him but it will take time."

Rhonda sat with Robbi. The older trannie rested her hand on Robbi’s nyloned knee. "This may seem brutal and unkind but there is no easy way for you to hear this. Jodi has been going to Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York. She has pancreatic cancer. The prognosis is guarded. That means she’s dying."

Robbi slumped forward as if deflated.

The following Saturday a memorial service was held at Janus.

Robbi drove to Bayport. She found Ellie at the club. Don approached her as she spoke with Ellie. "I figured you were a professional female impersonator. Probably have your own place somewhere and you want to steal Ellie from us. If you knew what she’s really like you wouldn’t want..."

A backhand slap from Robbi silenced him. "She’s a lady and you had best remeber that."

Don waved off the bouncer who had started to move in at the first sign of trouble.

"Just get her out of here, fast!"

Robbi and Ellie sat at a corner table enjoying brunch in the tearoom. "Jodi was very kind to me when I needed a place to fit in. She saw to it that I learned to be a good secretary and allowed me the opportunity to learn to be an administrator. Now she’s dead and I have to go through her papers and possessions.

"I need you there with me. Please."

Ellie smiled as her eyes became misty. She nodded. "Yes, of course I’ll come. Thank you for needing me." She reached across the table and rested her finger tips on Robbi’s wrist. "and I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. Please jsut let me be with you in between."

Robbi nodded.

 

Andie spent every spare moment of the next week in the dojo working on her martial arts. Her instructors were awed by the aggressiveness and control that energized the slightly built trannie. Her karate blows were devastating; her judo moves were lightning quick and unerring; the joint locking moves of akido were unhesitating and accurate. Yet she knew she would not have the target she wanted for months to come.

On Friday afternoon the girls drove to Bayport. Uneventful trip especially compared to last week’s. Ivy had managed to learn that Flynn would be taking a look around town on Saturday afternoon.

The phone rang as the girls were settling in. "Flynn made a reservation here tonight," reported Ivy. Tabby hung up the phone. "Time to start rattling Flynn’s cage," smiled Tabby.

The Janus trio was seated at what was rapidly becoming their usual table. A prosperous looking but conservatively dressed man led his party to a large table. Don was conspicuously absent. A pair of large, coarse looking men were at either end of the group; bodyguards no doubt. "Those clunks look like they need help," commented Tabby. "Any one of us could dispatch either or both of them, no sweat!" The three giggled as they eyed the group.

A late thirtyish, well dressed, attractive woman leaned against Flynn. She looked stiif, uncomfortable in her expensive, well cut clothes. It was as if a veneer had been added to cover a coarse surface. On the other side of Flynn sat two college girl types whose vapid expressions told the perceptive watcher that they had barely wormed their way out of high school.

Flynn ordered for the whole group. They listened to the Flamenco guitarist while waiting for their food to be served. "My move," smiled Andie. She stood for a moment, slowly smoothed her long skirt over her hips. She rested her foot on the edge of her chair and and adjusted the ankle strap of her shoe. With all the grace of a runway model, Andie walked directly toward Flynn. Eye contact! She smiled warmly allowing the smile to twist into a sneer as Flynn smiled back. He was clearly unsettled!

Andie returned a few minutes later. She allowed her arm to brush over Flynn’s back as she passed. Once seated at the table, Andie drew Flynn’s attention. She allowed the wrap skirt to fall open as she crossed her legs. Only the tiniest part of the dark welts of her stockings showed above the expanse of nyloned thigh. "She is sooo innocent, so natural that I can taste her from here," drooled one of the All American girl types.

"Forget it. She’s too good for the likes of a dyke like you. If she ever comes our way, she’s mine," said Flynn quietly, authoritatively, finally.

The next morning Flynn and his cohorts strolled the streets of Bayport. A willowy girl, her hair in a pony tail, her camel hair polo coat open to reveal the gray a-line skirt over the blue knee socks, the blue blazer with school emblem over the breast pocket, the six foot mufler. As she passed them, she smiled. "Well hello."

"She knows you," observed the older woman who seemed to cling to Flynn for fear of losing his attention to something or someone younger and possibly kinkier.

"Nah! Where would I know her from? Just some kid. That friendly stuff is just their way in this hick town."

"Some hick. Beautifully put together. Her clothes; did you notice her clothes? Cashmere blazer. Yeah, a real hick."

"So what? You think hicks can’t have money?"

 

It was midday when Janie and Andie had finished their dance practice in the studio. They wore simple, loose flowing skirts over their thights. Turtle neck sweaters concealed the leotards. Open coats and six foot mufflers.

Flynn turned the corner with his entourage. "Why it’s Mr. Flynn," said Andie to Janie in a stage whisper. "Hello Mr. Flynn," the trannie and her gg companion teased in unison.

"Grab her and bring her to me," snarled Flynn. The young girl who had so lauded Andie’s charms the night before lunged at Andie who whipped her dance bag across the girl’s face. "Bitch, I’ll kill you," she screamed as she darted at Andie. Andie dropped her bag, caught the girl in akido move and swung her face down on the pavement. Maintaining her hold on the girl’s wrist, Andie used her toe to nudge the girl’s skirt up over her thighs.

"Damned fool, making a scene like that. Let her up, girlie. She didn’t mean anything." Flynn was fuming at the attention that might be generated if things got out of hand.

"She didn’t mean anything, but I do," mocked Andie. The girl tried to get to her feet as Andie eased the pressure. A sudden sharp increase in pressure. The girl screamed and fell face down on the pavement. She was crying like a child.

Janie stepped in front of Flynn. "Stay out of it and keep your ‘lady’ out of it. I think that should be clear even to you." She nodded in the direction of the other pseudo- college girl. "You can join your girlfriend on the sidewalk"

"Mmm, black panties!" exclaimed Andie as she nudged her victim’s skirt still farther up her thighs. She released the hold.

 

Flynn was completely dismayed by the ease at which these two girls had intimidated him and his group. The speed and skill that the preppie blonde showed in overpowering his lesbian escort was frightening. Laura, for that was her name, had even functioned as a bodyguard and bouncer and yet she was quickly reduced to a writhing, crying wreck by this fragile reed of a teen. He wished he had had his two male bodyguards.

He decided they would leave Bayport. The expereinces with the blonde were overwhelming. She seemed to know him but there was no way she could. But how did she know his name? She was attracted to him! That had to be it. She had gotten his name form the reservation list in that tearoom or whatever it was. That flattered his vanity. Still, he didn’t have good feelings about Bayport. No real opportunity for his business interests to flourish. A dead two bit shore resort struggling to attract yuppies and artists in order to become another New Hope or Provincetown. Not likely. And even if it did happen there was no place for what he had to sell.

Worst of all, that crazy little girl was scaring him. She was physically dangerous. After all, she had really hurt Laura. Laura of all people, the same Laura who had knocked out men in ‘private’ boxing matches.

There was to be one more confrontation later that day.

Bob, one of the bodyguards had taken Laura to the hospital emergency room at the nearby county seat. "Her wrist is badly sprained but not broken. A soft cast would do for a few weeks. Follow up with your local physician or orthopedist when you get home. The social worker will be in to ask you about the scrape on her face."

They manged to convince the bored social worker that Laura’s injuries came form a slipping on a rock ledge near the beach. "Not a battered woman situation. No report necessary."

The station wagon with Flynn at the wheel had just gassed up. The same gas station where Tabby once teased and embarrassed a boy named Ivor. That was before Ivor had become Ivy.

"You two are useless," he said over his shoulder to Laura and April.

Laura lay curled on the seat, her head resting on her lover’s lap. April stroked her injured friend’s hair. "Shut, Flynn. We weren’t useless when you wanted to make some money of us. Not useless when you wanted to get your rocks off watching us get it in together."

"Don’t tell me to shut up..."

"Well I just did."

He turned to slap April who grabbed his hair. Flynn’s beefy fist pounded her head. She spat in his face as she fended off his blows.

"Leave her alone. You’re upset," urged his lover who was seated next to him in the front passenger seat.

"Yeah I’m upset. Laura gets her ass whipped by a kid probably not even sixteen and then she almost gets the law on us at the emegency room."

"Don’t sweat it. We’re giving notice. We’ll go it alone when we get back to Boston."

"Bitches...You’re on your own now! I don’t want no notice." He gunned the engine and pulled behind the buildings. His goons ran out of the convenience store and followed.

"Throw them and their bags the hell out of my car," ordered Flynn as the two approached the car.

Bags were thrown to the blacktop or flung into the vacant lot behind the strip mall.

One of the goons reached yanked open the rear door and grabbed April by the hair. He felt a knee in the small of his back as hands caught his chin. His head was snapped back as the knee pressed his back forward. A sudden release and he fell flat on his back.

Tabby stood over the fallen thug. who struggled to his feet. Janie and Andie emerged from the MG. The two thugs loomed over the Janus trio in a futile attempt to intimidate. "You really think you three little girls are good odds to beat us?"

"Oh dear!" sneered Tabby. "Not fair at all. Let’s make it one on one. Janie, you stay out of it. Just Andie me this time."

Tabby saw the bear hug coming. It really told the two trannie’s that they weren’t being taken seriously as opponnents. So much the better. Surprise would give them an even greater advantage.

The thug wrapped his arms around Tabby who rapidly dropped to a low squat. The trannie came extended the heel of her hand as she came up in a flash. She drove it against the edge of the thug’s nose. The nose broke sending a torrent of blood over his face. He put his hands to his face. His eyes widened in terror as he saw his own blood on his hands.

Tabby caught him under his arm and wrapped her arm across his shoulder balde. She drove her hip into his crotch as she kicked his feet. He pulled forward to keep from falling backwards. His forward motion and weight made it easy for Tabby to pull her own arm forward and send the would be assailant over her hip. His head struck the blacktop. The dazed, disoriented victim was effectively out of the fight.

Andie wasn’t idle while this went on. She launched a firm kick at her opponent’s knee. A follow up series of karate blows to his ribs. He attempted a feeble defense by grabbing at Andie’s hands. She wheeled around and connected a kick to the side of her attacker’s head. Catching the front of jacket, she yanked him closer as she drove her knee into his balls. He collpased to his knees.

Flynn stared in disbelief as the two young girls helped the awestruck April and Laura from the station wagon. The two goons dragged themselves into the sation wagon. Flynn sped off toward the highway.

"I guess we should thank you for getting us out of there. Like we’re back to square one. No place to go and no money." April, the hard girl sniffled. "I guess we owe you. He would have had us killed or close to it. I guess we’re safe now. He won’t be back here after what you two did... It’s just we like to sleep in a house or something and eat and all that other good stuff."

The club never opened on Saturday night. It was listed for sale with Rhonda’s real estate office on Monday.

"Flynn’s gone from Bayport," Tabby concluded when she shared the news Crystal had given her over the phone when teh trio was back at Janus.

"I still owe him and I’ll still pay him back. Don’t abandon me in this just because you got what you got him out of Bayport." Andie sat on the couch with her feet drawn up to her bottom. Her skirt had fallen back to reveal her baby blue panties. She hugged her violin case.

At about the same time Andie and Tabby had done their part in cleaning up Bayport, Ellie watched Robbi apply her makeup. "Jesus, you get so much mileage out of so little stuff. I could lay it in with a trowel and so half the job you do."

"That’s part of the problem, sweets. You don’t know what good features you have so you try to cover up too much. Take it from Aunt Robbi, you’re also trying to cover up what you see as your ugly life. Won’t work. You’re going to have to deal with all that freight to get rid of it. And all that makeup and stuff will never drive me away ‘cause I know how really beautiful you are and how classy you’re going to be."

Robbi stood up as she unwrapped her robe and allowed it to slip off her shoulders to the floor. Her smooth skin accented the plain black hip hugger panties. She ran her hands over her hips, down the side of her legs. She turned slightly as let her palms roam over her tight, high butt.

Ellie stared as Robbi leaned forward and tightened the straps of the white padded bra. Robbi definitely had curves in all the right places. As if to gild the lilly, she inserted breast pads into the bra.

Robbi stepped over ot Ellie, leaned forward and kissed the gg on her waiting, parted lips. She took the gg’s hand and placed it lightly on the front of her panties. "See, I’m still me and I still have what you want." Ellie blushed like a ten year old who’s been caught peeking at the boys.

She stepped into the white, mid-thigh panty girdle. Her hands tugged the bottom edge into position. Robbi turned slowly as she studied her reflection in the full length mirror. The black panties showed clearly through the taught second skin of the girdle highlighting the exquisite contours of the unbelievably sensual trannie. Even the slight bulge of her penis addded to her amorous appeal.

Robbi sat on the edge of the bed and turned the cuffs of each leg of the panty girdle up to expose the garter tabs attached to the inside of the girdle. She opened the flat packet and took out the new stockings. She slid one over her hand and spread her fingers as she studied the color and texture. Satisfied that this was what she wanted for both color and texture, she rolled the stocking into a donut and carefully positioned it over her toes. Deftly, ever so deftly, the stocking was drawn over the slender ankle and sculpted calf. Robbi extended her leg in front of her as she snapped the garter tab. An encore of this concise but very arousing performance and then Robbi stood as she lowered the cuffs of the girdle to further secure the stockings in place.

Ellie stared in rapt fascination. She, the gg, had never experienced qulaity lingerie and foundations. She had wanted to but her circumstances had never allowed her that most basic luxury. And if she somehow found a way to afford such niceties, her mother would have punished her, her step-father would have found out and abused her for being "a stuck up bitch, a slut who’s too damn smart for her own good." Why, she had wondered, was she a slut when it was her step-father who had arranged for his friend to rape her? Later it was that such things were too alien to the persona she adapted to survive. The world which she entered to survive day to day had isolated her from the world in which she might have felt some self-respect. It wasn’t that she felt guilty or disgraced over being a sexual performer or a lesbian; it was rather the tawdry level on which she operated that humiliated her.

She had so hated the older boys who forced themselves on her after she had been given to her step-father’s friend to use. It was her junior year of high school. Ellie sat alone in the bleachers watching the cheerleaders practice. How she envied those disciplined athletic girls. She longed to join them, to feel secure in a group of girls, to simply belong and feel safe by belonging. Ellie didn’t dare risk trying out. She couldn’t bear the rejection if she failed to be accepted. And if she were accepted her mother wouldn’t allow her the money for the sadddle shoes, the skirt and sweater uniform, the colored trunks the girls wore instead of panties under the uniforms. Oh, Ellie knew ways to get the money on her own. Flirt with tourists and truck drivers. Maybe let them see your panties. Then look weepy and self-conscious. That always worked; good for a few dollars or a meal. And best of all you really didn’t have to let them touch you. God, she just hated men.

Ellie loved watching cheerleading practice. She had become obsessed with trying to catch a glimpse of the brightly colored trunks which she, in her naivete, thought of as panties. One day one of the cheerleaders slipped on the wet grass and turned her ankle. Dossie had fallen flat on her back, her legs spread, her feet high in the air. The coach, a rather attractive forty-ish woman who kept a close protective eye on her girls rushed over to help Dossie. Ellie was all the more envious. This woman protected her girls, helped them as her mother had failed to do when her step-father brought that awful man around. A strange feeling overwhelmed Ellie. It was not something she could name. This was an emotional reaction, a physical reaction. It was greater than either could be, and greater than both combined!

Her heart beat rapidly as she realized Dossie was coming toward her. The dark haired cheeerleader sat down next to Ellie. "Mind if I keep you company? Thanks for not laughing when I fell like that.

"I know who you are even if you don’t know me. You’re in my honors lit class. I’m Dossie; only fart face calls me Doris. Well it is my name but I likeDossie.

"You were in my modern dance class in gym. God, you were so good. I just got the shivers watching you. Funny you never joined the dance club after school. You were just so good at it!"

Ellie, afraid to speak, smiled warmly. "Oh my God, she knows who I am. Please make her like me. Shit, why am I thinking that," thought Ellie as she stared into the dark,

almond eyes of this strikingly pretty girl. Suddenly Ellie realized that her panties were wet. She had been turned on for the first time in her life by this girl. She went rigid as she realized that Dossie had her rested her hand on hers. Their fingers slowly entwined.

Dossie offered to drive Ellie home. They kissed as Ellie opened the door. The kiss lingered as long as they dared. Ellie had never once taken an interest in men since then. But now she had met Robbie. This was tenderness, passion, caring, security and intimate love all at once.

Ellie was snapped out of her reverie by Robbi. Her trannie lover wore black velvet slacks over conservative suede pumps. A white silk blouse showed under the red pea jacket. "Get put together, girl. I’m taking you shopping."

Ellie dressed quickly. She wore the most respectable dress she owned. Ellie herself was surprised that she had taken that dress with her when she left the club. She had abandoned other, more expensive things that were characteristic of the lifestyle that had both supported and degraded her. A flash of insight and and self-realization; that dress was a bridge to a lifestyle that was more ordinary, less humiliating. But what would it turn out to be?

 

The two friends strolled the county seat. Ellie felt herself floating rather than walking. She was ecstatic over the new dress, the skirt and blouses, the coat, and the yummy underthings Robbi had encouraged her to buy. To Ellie’surprise, Robbi paid the bill.

They went to the food court. Salad and pizza. "I feel so naughty," smiled Robbi. "Just too many calories." She crossed her legs catching the attention of two young men at a nearby table. Robbi smiled flirtatiously. Ellie tucked her skirt to make sure she wasn’t showing too much thigh.

"Robbi," Ellie spoke hesitantly. "This seems so normal to me. Maybe it’s ordinary for you but it’s special for me. Thank you for wanting me to be with you in your world."

"Sweets, my world may seem normal to you but it really is pretty kinky when you think about it."

They returned to the motel on the edge of Bayport. Ellie couldn’t wait to shower and try on her new things. She stripped quickly and ripped open a package of cotton briefs in assorted pastels. Yellow for now. She put on the white kimono as she watched Robbi slowly and carefully strip to her bra, girdle and hose. Ellie was as fascinated as ever by the distinct outline of Robbi’s black panties under the white panty-girdle. Ellie sat on teh closed toilet as Robbi shampooed her long brown hair in the sink. Ellie felt so good that she almost cried. No one had ever been that caring that solicitous of her since she was a very little girl. Robbi tenderly, combed Ellie’s wet hair, wrapped a towel around it.

Robbi sat on the edge of the tub as she removed her stockings. She removed the pads from her bra and unhooked it. She wiggled out out the girdle leaving only the black hip hugger panties. Ellie reached out and rested her finger tips on Robbi’s cock. Robbi purred and kissed the palm of Ellie’s hand. Her back was to Ellie as she turned on the shower. Still seated Ellie wrapped her arms around Robbi and nuzzled the cleft of her tush through the panties.

Robbi stepped out of her panties as the two very different girls stepped into the shower. A brief kiss and then it was all practical. They scrubbed each other’s backs, offered support as each bent to wash their legs. They faced each other to kiss once more. Their hands found the way to the other’s crotch. A quick rinse and Robbi surprised Ellie by turning off the shower. "Later, sweets."

Ellie sat in her bra and panties as Robbi dried and combed her hair. Ellie winced as Robbi vigorously ran the brush through the tangles. She remembered a rainy afternoon so long ago when Dossie had brushed her hair.

First a pony tail and then Robbi flipped it up and pinned in place in a sort of bun before fastening it with a barrette. Robbi did Ellie’s makeup, makeup that was more understated than it had been since she was trying to convince her mother to buy her her first bra. Jeans, new and fashionable. Ankle boots with a moderate heel. A white broadcloth blouse with a scarf at the neck.

Robbi turned Ellie to the full length mirror. Ellie almost didn’t recognize the casually sophisticated, fresh beauty she had become. She threw arms around her trannie lover’s neck and hugged her as she began to cry. "Thank you, thank you. God, I gave up on ever being anythng but trash" She smiled through her tears. "I must have done something very good once to deserve you. Oh, God, Robbi. I’m so frightened. Don’t ever make me leave you."

They held hands as they walked along Front Street to the new age boutique. One or two customers browsed in the shop attended by two local high school girls hired by Crystal. At Robbi’s urging, Ellie selected a sliver pendant and matching earrings. A full length print wrap skirt was the last clothing item that Robbi and Ellie would buy that weekend. They had already come quite a distance toward recreating Ellie.

They asked if they could make early dinner reservations at the tearoom. One of the girls stepped through the door leading directly to the tearoom and returned with the reservation book. It wasn’t quite crowded but considering that this was a late fall weekend with no events scheduled, Crystal’s ventures were doing quite well.

That bit of necessary business accomplished, they crossed the street to the dance studio where Janie was working with Andie. Janie was choreographing new works for a mid winter festival. It was essentially a local happening although mailings were going out to all the potential buyers who had shown an interest in Rhonda’s new developments as well as to those who had spent weekends in Bayport. The idea was to get out the message that Bayport was rapidly becoming a year round culutural center.

Ellie was riveted to Janie as the gifted gg moved across the floor. She envied Andie the attention Janie lavished on her as she supervised the graceful trannie’s practice during her own rest breaks.

Ellie was more than a little turned on by the views of thigh, tush, and tummy as the two dancers so unaffectedly stretched and turned. The prolonged exposure of leotard covered crotches, crotches narrow enough to show the reinforced insert at the crotches of the dancer’s full fashioned tights. She knew that only was a gg. Which, she wondered?

Longing for things that might have been settled over the recreated Ellie. For the second time that day she recalled Dossie commenting on her talent in modern dance class and the irony of her not joining the after school dance club. It had never seemed important until today when her own renaissance began.

Ellie kissed Robbi as they closed the motel room door behind them. Robbi drew the blinds as Ellie turned down the covers on the bed. The two stood on opposite sides of the bed as they undressed for each other’s pleasure. The sheets were cold and crisp as the two lovers, identically clad in bra and panties, slid under the covers. They lay side by side on tehir backs, their fingers entwined. The cold of the sheets gave way to the warmth of their bodies. They turned on their sides to face each other. Their lips brushed. Ellie’s hand grasped Robbi’s balls through the satin panties. She truned her back and ground her tush against Robbi’s groin. Robbi reached around Ellie and cupped her bra covered breasts in his hands. There was no urgency for sex. There was a tender caring that was so reassuring to Ellie. She dozed safe in her unique lover’s arms.

The room was dark when Ellie was awakened by Robbi’s kiss on her lips. "You were so peaceful, so beautiful that I couldn’t bear to wake you until the last possible moment."

Ellie reached up, puther hand behind Robbi’s head and pulled her lover to her. She rolled over dumping Robbi onto his back. Ellie straddled Robbi with her knees on the trannie’s shoulders in a school yard pin. She reached back and teased her lover’s balls.

"Well, if you would rather be on time for dinner...I guess my plans willl have to wait." She giggled as she stepped off the bed.

"Robbi," she spoke seriously. "I had almost forgotten that I once dreamed it might be like this. I love you so much it hurts."

 

Ellie was elegant in her wrap skirt and silk blouse as they were shown to their table. The diners’ attention was first drawn by the elegant beauty of the two young women. Taken aback at first when the two were seated at a table for two. There could be no doubt that these were lovers as they bent their heads together and kissed lightly as they were given the menus. Most saw it as a bonus, an extra thrill to be rubbing elbows with beautiful, sophisticated lesbians. The locals were rapidly getting used to such couples and were quite accepting beacuse with the new people came prosperity.

"Excuse me," said the outdoorsy looking headwaitress. "I was asked to give this to you." She handed the envelope to Robbi. It was from Rhonda who was ‘inviting’ Robbi and Ellie to brunch at her home.

Caroline, for that was the name of the headwaitress, placed a wine bucket next to their table. "Compliments of Ms. Crichton," she announced as she presnetd a chilled bottle of chardonnay. She bent forward revealing magtnificent cleavage made all the more lovely by the scalloped sheer white lace that was the upper part of her bra. Her natural blond hair and sprinkling of freckles gave this girl a formidable, almost unique attractiveness.

As Caroline deftly opened the wine, a slender waitresss set out two wine glasses and a basket of assorted home made breads. As beautiful as Caroline but in an entirely different way, the long slender fingers carried the surfeit of rings without looking silly. Ellie felt herself blush as she realized this waitress was a boy. His brown hair was styled

like Audrey Hepburn’s in Roman Holiday. Eyebrow pencil and eye shadow emphasized his expressive eyes. The outline of a white bra showed through the white shirt. Most of the diner’s would easily accept this beautiful boy as their ‘waitress’ yet somehow Ellie knew this was a boy. She looked quizzically at Robbi who whispered. "Yes, a boy."

A sense of security and comfort settled over Ellie. Crystal and Rhonda were creating a world where traditional and outmoded sexual rules could be cast aside. She realized there would be at least one place on earth where her love for Robbi could thrive without fear.

Ellie sat on the couch in Rhonda Crichton’s living room. She sipped a mimosa as Rhonda eyed the newcomer. A conservative dress that would have been appropriate for church met with the older trannie’s approval. Ellie’s feet were slightly parted, her knees pressed together. She feared that thespecial lady who was the power behind the Bayport Renaissance wouldn’t appprove of her.

Rhonda set a folder of legal looking documents on the coffee table. "Please stay, Ellie. I understand that you’re a very important part of Robbi’s life now. This will concern you becuase it concerns Robbi. There should be no secrets betwen life partners in matters of this nature."

Ellie was pleased at this acceptance by Rhonda Crichton. She was no less pleased that Robbi had made it clear that they were life partners.

Rhonda, it turned out, was not the executor of the estate of her friend Jodi Matthews. Jodi had a sister in Pennsylvania who was given that role.

"Robbi, you’re to put Jodi’s papers in order. Select pieces of jewelry will go to Robbi. The rest of the jewelry along with a modest art collection would go family members. A considerable sum of money but by no means the bulk of the estate was to be settled on Robbi.

"I’m sure official notification will be waiting when you get back to Janus," offered Rhonda. Ellie reached across the couch and affectionately, reassuringly pressed Robbi’s hand.

Omelets, croissants, teas and coffee. A delicious breakfast.

Rhonda spoke as she refilled her guests’ cups. "Forgive me if I’m overstepping any boundaries. I know that you’ve been very successful as a secretary and as an administrative assistant. We could use a good administrator for the performing arts and arts festival aspects of the Bayport Renaissance. It’s a long term position with growth opportunities. The money is only fair but it’ll grow as we become established."

"Thank you. I’ll certainly give your generous offer serious consideration."

Ellie was awed by the idyllic little town that was the gateway to the Janus Academy campus.

"We’ll be doing some shopping in those stores this week. My life partner has got to have a wardrobe worthy of her beauty."

Ellie leaned her against Robbi’s shoulder. "You are going to spoil me rotten."

"Spoil you... maybe, but never rotten."

They unpacked, took some beer from the fridge and went for Chinese food. Robbi patiently taught Ellie the art of chopsticks.

Robbi grew serious as Ellie consumed a new discovery, hot and sour soup. "Ellie, there’s nothing to keep me here once Janie and Tabby leave in June.

"I grew up in his town as the misfit of my generation until I became a clerical staffer at Janus. That’s when I accepted myself. For it to mean anything, I’ve got to move on."

"Doesn’t matter where we go," offered Ellie. "What matters is us together."

 

Robbi showered and sat in bed reading as Ellie showered in the guest room. Robbi had been hesitant to impose sharing a bedroom so soon in the relationship.

A knock at the door. Ellie stood in the doorway. The hall light silhouetted her figure through the cotton night dress. A floor length white Edwardian affair, the night dress gave Ellie an innocent sexiness that was beyond irresistible. Her hair was brushed in Alice in Wonderland style and held in place by a blue ribbon that matched the panties barely showing through the demure, captivating nightdress.

Ellie stood as the bedside as Robbi closed the book. She pulled the covers off her lover. The side slit of Robbi’s silk knee length night gown exposed the hem of the black panties that accentuated Robbi’s essential male qualities. Robbi’s hips rose as Ellie slid the panties down. She bent over her lover and kissed the trannie’s thighs as she took her penis in hand. Her tongue darted against the tiny slit. Her mouth covered Robbi’s cockhead as she moaned. Ellie switched off the reading lamp. She pulled her night dress over her head. She pressed Robbi’s mouth against her cunt as she ran her tongue over the rim of her lover’s cockhead. An explosion of mutual ecstasy against a crescendo of sounds too unique in sexual intensity to be described.

Thanksgiving break at Janus. Tabby and Janie spent the week in Bayport with Crystal and Ivy. Robbi and Ellie apartment sat in brownstone on Minetta Lane in New Yorks’s Greenwich Village. Together they explored the museums of New York. They especially enjoyed the Morgan Library on thirty-sixth just off Madison. It’s quiet belle epoch grandeur appealed to the romanticism that was growing in the lovers. Ellie was especially thrilled to finally develop what she had always hoped would be her true nature: Romantic, sophisticated, a self-created woman of the world. Dinner at the nearby Le Grenadin. The two beautiful ladies, obviously lovers, managed to turn the heads of woman as well as men with their look of understated fashion, with their subtle charm. The fantasies of the onlookers would never touch on the anatomical realities of the exquisitely enchanting Robbi.

Andie remained at Janus. "I’ve got to studying to do. No one cut me the breaks that you two have," she said only half jokingly to Janie and Tabby. "Sorry, you two didn’t deserve that. I hate being hateful...that doesn’t make sense." She giggled. Janie and Tabby left her sitting on the couch hugging her violin case.

Andie indeed studied that week. The studying was in her ever increasing adeptness in martial arts. On Wednesday afternoon Andie took the bus to Cambridge, Massachussetts to have Thanksgiving dinner with her mother. Her violin went with her.

Andie dressed for dinner. You could say her attire was inappropriately young yet the slender boy/girl with her petite, tiny breasted figure could carry it off. Andie’s mother understood her special child’s special needs.

Andie showered and slipped on a white cotton camisole adorned only by a pink bow at the neckline. White nylon panties with elastic lace leg bands. White cable knit knee socks and black patent t-strap Mary Janes with a very modest heel. Layers of white frothy petticoats. A white dress that was so like a young girl’s party dress complete with blue satin sash. Andie’s mom brushed her daughter’s hair as Andie had not allowed her to do for too long. A page boy effect parted at the side. The illusion of lovely girl about to become a beautiful adolescent and an even more beautiful woman.

It was quiet dinner with a few realtives and friends. After dinner there was converstaion amidst pie and coffee. Guests took turns playing the piano or singing. A sudden rage welled up in Andie’s soul. "Bastard!" she exclaimed as she started up the stairs. Alone in her room, she took the violin from the case. Holding it in place with her chin, she tentatively turned the tuning pegs. Still holding the violin under her chin, she turned the ferule of the bow. Blowing the freshly applied rosin from the bow, she lay the instrument and the bow on the dresser. She took a five by nine envelope from the violin case, placed in the upper drawer of her desk, locked the desk, picked up the violin and the bow and started down the stairs.

A sudden silence among the assembled guests as Andie stood in the doorway. An artificial rush of converstaion by the embarrassed guests. They were shocked at the sight of Andie holding the violin she had refused to touch since her assault by person or persons unknown. "Unknown my arse," she had screamed to the police when they read the report of the investigation to her. "It was that son of a bitch Flynn!" Even the street hardened Boston cops blushed at the spew of rage driven obsecenities that the beautiful adolescent loosed at them.

Andie’s nostrils twitched as she approached the piano. Middle c played by her mother and Andie again tuned the violin. Silence of fear and hope from the small group.

Andie poised the bow over the strings. A sudden thrust of horsehair against the strings and Paganini’s Moto Perpetuo almost played itself, so deft and intense was Andie’s performance. She nodded to her mother as the guests applauded. The first Movement of the Mendelsohn violin concerto to her mother’s piano accompaniment.

After the guests left and the housemaid cleared, Andie sat talking with her mother in the firelighted study. It was early on Friday morning when Andie climbed into bed. She opened the blinds and looked out into the yard. A dusting of snow lay on the hoary grass. Large flakes floated like feathers in the moonlight.

Andie was aware of her hands sore from the intense playing after years of abstinence. Yet the hands had remebered all the practice so long ago. It would be even better once she exacted her debt to Flynn. "Soon, soon," she said to her teddy bear.

 

Robbi and Ellie returned form their New York holiday on Sunday night to find a notice of certified mail waiting at the post office. The sender was a Doris Lewyn, Esquire. On Monday morning they opened the envelope as they sat in the Janus sation wagon in the post office parking lot. Robbi looked quite serious as she studied the contents of the letter. Ellie bounced up and down like a four year old on Christmas morning.

"Tell me, tell me. I want to know what’s in that letter. I know it’s important. Tell me."

"Will you stop being such a pesky baby? Maybe you need a spanking," teased

Robbi as she held the letter out of Ellie’s reach.

"Spank me! Ha!" Ellie reached inder Robbi’s skirt and squeezed Robbi’s balls.

"No fair!"

"Got it," gloated Ellie as she snatched the letter from Robbi.

"Wow. She certainly asks a lot from you. I guess Jodi was important enough to you that it’s worth doing. Good thing Rhonda Crichton gave you all those forms and stuff ahead of time.

"I swear I know that name. Doris Lewyn, Doris Lewyn. How would I know a fancy Boston lawyer? But I swear I know that name from somewhere. Knew a Doris in high school. Dossie she liked to be called. But that was in Pennsylvania and I never knew her last name. At least I don’t think I knew it. She was such a rah-rah that I just can’t see that she ever became a high powered lawyer."

Robbi set about the emotionally demanding work of organizing and cataloging her late lover’s papers. Doris Lewyn telephoned to discuss an accounting of Jodi’s personal effects. Would Ms. Probert meet with her in her Boston office this Friday? "There’s no objection to having your personal assistant present. Certainly didn’t take you long to expand your authority and horizons.

"You do realize there is no adversarial position. The estate is not being contested." Ms. Lewyn, Esquire was aggressively matter of fact.

Andie caught wind of the planned visit to the attorney in Boston. "Let me go with you. We can stay at my mom’s house in Cambridge."

"Why do you need us to visit your mother?" questioned Robbi.

"My mother wouldn’t want me going to certain palces in Boston by myself. She’s afraid I might get into trouble."

"Little girl might get hurt," teased Ellie.

"Just the opposite. She’s afraid I might try to hurt someone, someone in particular." Andie directed a wry smile at Ellie. Andie cut of the older gg as she opened her mouth to respond. "I would love to show you how. Care to see?"

Ellie froze. She had been through rugged experiences in seamy places yet there was something in this peitie, innocent looking trannie that intimidated her.

Ellie was dazzled by Cambridge. The arty coffee shops, the bookstores, the clothing stores that first drew her eye paled as they drove past the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Harvard University. The car turned just after Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s home. "Oh wow! I read his stuff in high school. Can we visit? Evangeline was so sad, so beautuflly sad I cried."

"Gray cells waking up, are they?" Andie leaned over the seat and kissed Ellie’s cheek. "I’m sorry for teasing you, Ellie. It’s really neat to see you excited over things we locals too often ignore."

"Really?"

"Really. Scout’s honor." The girls giggled.

"Could you just give me directions before I get us lost," Robbi interjected.

"That’s it. Just ahead on the right."

Th car swung into the circular driveway and parked to the side of the large Queen Anne house.

Robbi and Ellie were shown to a guest room and given a chance to unpack and freshen up before lunch.

"I must have looked like such a hick. I hope I wasn’t gaping too much."

"You did fine," ressured Robbi.

"I mean I really am such a hayseed. I went from being a Pennsylvania slut who could only get it on with another girl to being a the shit I was when you found me...God, I’m so afraid of embarrassing you." Ellie sat on the edge of the edge of the bed. She looked up at Robbi with the look of fearful child, a child about to brave the unknown. Tears streamed down her face.

Robbi stood straddling Ellie’s thighs. She took Ellie’s face between her hands adn kissed her forehead. Ellie smiled through her tears. Robbi kissed her mouth as Ellie’s hands groped along Robbi’s thighs raising her skirt as she did so. Ellie kissed her trannie lover’s smooth inner thighs. The contrast between the smooth, warm skin and the darker welts of Robbi’s tautly gartered stcokings aroused Ellie form her mire of self doubt.

Ellie noticed the swelling in Robbi’s red satin panties. Her teeth nipped at Robbi’s cock through the sleek brief style panties. "Behave, will you? Lunch will be ready soon. Later is time enough."

"Oh sure," teased the now recovered Ellie as she ran her finger tips over the bottom of Robbi’s balls. "You’ll be asking me to be less noisy, Always afraid we’ll wake up somebody or other."

"Well you just said you don’t want to embarrass me," laughed Robbi as she adjusted her skirt.

Lunch over, Andie spent the rest of Thursday afternoon showing Robbi and Ellie around Cambridge. Despite Robbi’s self-possessed air, she hadn’t seen very much of the world outside of the narrow world of Janus Academy. Ellie, for her part, had been to many places but was almost a prisoner of those who made their living from her sex show performances.

Robbi insisted on taking Mrs. Martin and Andi to dinner as a token of thanks for being invited to spend the weekend in the comfortable Cambridge home. The small Italian restaurant off Harvard Square was a comfortable room a few steps down from the street. The staff knew Andie’s mom whom they greeted as Dr. Martin. She taught at Harvard!

Ellie was ever more self-conscious about being in the circle of people and culture she was discovering.

A fire warmed the study as the vistors sat with their hostess sipping Drambuie and Fra Angelico along with espresso. "I’m glad Andie excused her self to practice her violin. She hadn’t played for so very long. Thanksgiving, when she was home, she played for the first time since she was attacked. It was diabolical. It was as if she had been playing all along.

"I failed her. I should have seen that my ex would try to hurt me by hurting her. I don’t know what possessed me to hook up with that bastard. I’m sure he molested Andie. Sick bastard. I should have killed him. I’m afraid that Andie will do that delightful deed. I’m so afraid for her. She won’t be able to move forward until she purges herself... "I want to thank you for being her friends. I do want to have Tabby and Janie down. Plenty of room...I’m sorry I burdened you with my tale of woe."

Robbi and Ellie made their way up to the guest bedroom. It took a little finding. It seems there were several guest bedrooms.

As Robbi and Ellie warmed each other, Andie opened the drwer of her desk. She counted the packets that were clones of the one she had taken fom her violin case on Thanksgiving. "Soon," she whipsered to her teddy bear as she hugged it to her chest. "We start tomorrow."

Andie dressed slowly. Her attire for the day had been planned with great deliberation. She stood before the full length mirror as she brushed her hair until it shone. A casual observer might wonder at the incredible sexiness of the navel covering, white, untrimmed nylon panties. The very basic, childish panties were given a enticing power when worn by Andie.

Andie smirked as she tightened the straps of a bra that was little more than a training bra. A white cotton chemise. A powder blue turtle neck under a royal blue jumper. White stockings and "sensible" shoes. She looked no more than twelve yet an aura of control, of even dominating sexual power was evident.

Andie had volunteered to be the guide throughteh traffic of Boston and its environs when Robbi and Ellie kept their appointment with Doris Lewyn, Esquire. The older pair had, in turn, agreed to accompany Andie as she attended to some "long overdue business."

Andie directed them to a restaurant in Boston. It was the base of operations and home office to the shit Flynn who had unsuccessfuly tried to establish his businesses in Bayport. Two bouncer types stood near the entrance.

"Just let me out and drive around the block. Don’t interfere." Andie slid out of the backseat. She made sure to expose a bountiful glimpse of thigh and panty crotch. It caught they of one of the goons. "Stopping looking at me like that," screeched Andie. Passers-by stared. The goon was thrown off stride.

Andie walked toward the door. "Sorry, girlie. No kids allowed.."

"But I know Mr. Flynn will want to see me. He really wants what I have."

"Look. I told you no kids aloud." He extended his arm to block the door. Andie caught his arm and twisted as she turned. A shocked look as the goon yelped in pain. Andie whirled in a quarter circle dislocating the arm at the shoulder. A swift series of punches to his face as his arm hung useless at his side. He fell to his knees. His shocked companion made a grab for Andie who caught him in arm bar. Her knee pistoned into his ribs. Again and again, her knee thudded against his ribs. She whipped him against the brick wall of the doorway. He staggered as Andie caught his ears and pulled his face down. Her knee came up to meet his face. The second goon collapsed to his knees.

"Well, I must dash off," tormented Andie. "Do tell Mr. Flynn I’ll be back to see him."

 

Andie pawed through the magazines in the lawyer’s waiting room. A number of recent judo and karate magazines were among the stale issues of Time. She might,after all, have something in common with Doris Lewyn, Esquire.

Ms.Lewyn was petite, curvaceous, dark, and efficient. She managed to put Robbi and even Ellie at ease. Neither Robbi nor Ellie saw Ms. Lewyn’s eyes brighten with recognition as she watched Ellie follow Robbi into the office.

Ms. Lewyn was more than pleased with Robbi’s efforts. She aksed Robbi to sign some documents and handed the trannie a check reperesenting the first distribution from the estate. Robbi read it twice. Fifty-five thousand dollars!

"Please don’t be alarmed." Ms. Lewyn was apologetic. "That is only the beginning. There is considerably more due you which will be released as probate continues and assetts are converted.

"Now that business is over for the moment, please let me know how I can make your stay in Boston more pleasant."

She smiled at Ellie. "I’m not from Boston but I’ve been here since I finished college and went law school.

"I’m going to be unprofessional and tell you about myself. I know about you, Robbi. I also know a little bit about Ellie." She raised her hand in a stop gesture as the two lovers looked flabbergasted. "Do call me Doris."

"You see, in the type of law I practice one knows a great deal about clients personal lives and, by extension, the lives of those near to them. It’s only fair that I tell you about me. Unusual, perhaps unethical, but fair."

Doris told of a series of unsatisfactory relationships with men. An incident in the early fall had literally turned her on and tuned her in to exercising physical as well as professional power over men. "I was never so wet as when that little girl beat the piss out of my abusive boyfriend. I managed to get in a few licks in the parking lot. It was addictive. And besides I’ve always gotten it off better with girls than with guys!

"Darn it, Ellie. You’re so obtuse. Don’t you remember when I was called Dossie?"

The receptionist asked Andie to join her friends in Ms. Lewyn’s office.

"Oh my God," screeched Dossie. "You’re the girl from the rest stop!"

Dossie blushed and then laughed as she grasped the reality of the ethereally beautiful trannie who could shift from a girl barely into adolescence to a college girl to a sophisticated debutatnte with no effort. She was awed but not surprised by the depth of martial arts skills that Andie had developed and was continuing to develop. That Andie was becoming a more than competent dancer under the tutelage of Janie was not as hard to believe as the fact that Andie was a remarkably talented violinist.

Andie hugged her kness to her chest as she spoke animatedly of how Janie and Tabby had helped her overcome the rage that immobilized her and that now she would exact what was owed her from Flynn.

Dossie, who from having been Jodi’s personal attorney, knew what set Janus Academy aside from other finishing schools. She was well aware that some of the Janus girls were just that, real girls! Dossie mused silently. "Why am I so interested in the truth about this snippy brat? Girl or boy or what?" She blushed once more as she realized she was furtively sneaking peeks at Andie’s white panties.

"May I use your phone for a sec? Local call."

"Of course you may," Dossie responded to Andie’s simple request.

Andie winked at Robbi and Ellie as she dialed the number.

"Hello Mr. Flynn...Don’t recognize my voice. We met in Bayport... I stopped by this morning to say hello. Your goons were just so rude that I had to give them a lesson...

Oh, no. I can’t stop wrecking your employees...And I do have a surprise present for you.

See you soon."

"May I take you to lunch?" Dossie addressed Robbi and Ellie but hoped that Andie would join them as well.

As they stepped onto the street in front of the office Dossie linked arms with Ellie who was holding hands with Robbi. Dossie positioned herself so that she was able to link her other arm with Andie’s. A chemical reaction was taking place in Dossie. She was hoping that she could set off a similar reaction in the beautiful, talented enigma named Andie.

"She’s really nice," announced Andie more than once on the ride back to Cambridge.

Andie showered and changed. Black nylon panties under a knee length kilt. Knee socks that picked up the dominant colors in the tatrtan of the kilt. A white oxford cloth shirt with a the regimental striped tie of an English girls’ school topped off with a navy blazer complete with school emblem on the pocket.

She was parked in front of Flynn’s restaurant when the big men stepped with his mistress on his arm. Andie opened the front passenger door and extended her leg onto the sidewalk. Her thigh attracted the attention of the ‘doorman.’ Flynn’s mistress nudged Flynn. His eyes widened as he realized who was getting out of the car.

"Well, hi." Andie’s warm greeting frightened Flynn. He stepped back into the entrance way of the restuarant.

Andie had succeeded in breaking down any rational view Flynn might have had of this girl who had so easily dealt with his strong-arm tactics.

"Just what’s your game?" Flynn’s mistress challenged. She pushed Andie.

Andie smiled as she stepped back. A quick twist and she held the older woman in a wristlock. Her free hand yanked the woman’s head back by her hair. "No game, you whore. I’m serious. Deadly serious."

The goon watching the door rushed forward to intervene. "Make your move and I break her nose."

Andie applied pressure. The woman rose on her toes. Her legs thrashed as she fought to maintain her balance. Andie broke the woman’s balance. She fell on her butt, legs in the air. Her full skirt allowed Andie an unobstructed view of her dark stockings and black panty crotch. "Mmmm, yummy. Such expensive underthings for such a cheap prostitute."

Andie got in the car and drove off.

Flynn and his ‘lady’ dined in silence. Once back in his office, the ‘lady’ cut loose.

"You dodge that little bitch but I stand up to her. Your tough guy doesn’t even protect me while she dumps me on my kiester. The whole world sees my crack! And you don’t do shit!

"It’s over. I’m moving out."

"Come on. I was just surprised to see her. She’s been dogging me since that Bayport thing. Not even human, the way she fights.

"You know that Corvette you want.."

"Sorry. You’ve lost it! That girl’s gonna bring you down. Besides I have no feelings left for you but contempt! Don’t try to buy me back. Won’t work this time."

"Just get the hell out," Flynn barked as he sat back in his chair.

He sat staring out the window. He reflected on this girl who so easily beat the hell out of his men. "Who is she? Better still, who hired her to wreck my people? She’s got to be a professional. Maybe one of those what ever the hell the Japs call them...ninjas. Psychological warfare. Little bitch has me jumpy. I swear to God I know her. But from where? Can’t be. She just resembles someone I might have come across. Still kind of scary when little girl like that can kick ass on some big guys so easily."

 

Flynn was beginning to relax. Two weeks since the last attack by the ‘ninja bitch.’ He was beginning to think Luanne, his ex mistress, had set the whole thing up to make the break with him in a flashy way. He didn’t miss her and didn’t care where she had disappered to so quickly. "She took off with all the jewelry and furs and clothes I paid for not to mention the coupe de ville. Greedy whore. Cheap price to get rid of her though."

Janie, Andie, and Tabby returned from a Bayport weekend late Sunday afternoon. Robbi and Ellie joined them for pizza and wine in their cottage. Andie was intense as she spoke.

"Look, I know you don’t owe me this but you’ve helped restore me more than anything. I need to do this. You already know what piece of trash Flynn is. How many girls he’s destroyed by exploitng them in his sleaze.

"Ellie can tell you first hand what it’s all about. My mother was married to him for a while. He was a legitimate restauranteur as far as she knew. Oh, he was especially affectionate to me.

"Then when my mother got rid of him he tried to get back at her by having me assaulted. I wasn’t even twelve.

"Well, you guys have helped me wreck a good part of his world but now it’s time to get him."

Andie was teary, teary with hurt and teary with rage.

Her friends easily agreed to help her carry out the final segment in her multi-stage plan to get back at Flynn.

Flynn’s movements had been studied. He was really quite regular in his habits. Dossie made a study of the restaurant that was headquarters to their quarry. She ate there regularly but at different times. Dossie sent Andie notes of when the restaurant and bar were least likely to have any customers and when it was least protected by Flynn’s strong arm men. She wanted so much to participate in the planned ‘raid’ but knew she might be recognized.

Robbi helped Andie plan the ‘raid’ with all the details and cunning that of an English commando raid. They knew who would distract staffers and who would put them out of commission.

Tabbu was to give them ten minutes before driving teh car to the front of the restaurant. Because of Tabby’s uncanny ‘gifts’, it was decided that she had the best chance of sensing if the girls inside were successful or whether they needed help.

A rush of excitement went through each of the participants as they went over the plans. There was a sexual overtone to each girl’s excitement whether it was one of the trannies (Andie, Robbi, Tabby) or one of the real girls (Janie, Ellie). Each seaparately decided she would dress for her role as one would dress for an evening with a lover one hated but wished to enjoy.

Ellie deliberately applied too much makeup. Her lipstick was a bright red that matched her newly polished talons. She laughed at her reflection. "Well," she thought, "no what I’m doin it up like this because I want to I guess it’s okay to laugh. God, how I hated it when I had to do this to make a buck."

She pulled the waist nipper on and dropped the garter straps through her shocking pink panties. She again smiled at the image in the vanity table mirror as she adjusted her breasts in the cups of the demi-bra. "Wow, would this be a hint that I’m not for real. Never wore bras this expensive when I was doing dry hustles." She formed the fishnet stocking into a donut and skillfully drew it over her leg before fastening it to the garter tabs.

Robbi did his makeup in good taste. Even as he stood totally nude before the full length mirror, the illusion was more of a woman than of a man. Robbi carefully tucked herself into the fleshtone gaff concealing all obvious traces of maleness. A beige bra. Robbi hooked it around her waist and turned it to the front as she slipped the straps over her arms. Flesh tone pads were inserted in the cups and the straps adjusted as Robbi leaned forward to admire her cleavage. A mid thigh panty girdle. "Just to hold up my stockings," smiled Robbi as she admired her very sexy, very female figure in the mirror.

Robbi was ever so effective as the career woman in her tan Chanel suit with its classic jacket. The knee length skirt showed her legs to great advantage. Her firm thighs showed to even better advantage when she sat and to even better advantgae when she crossed her legs. The hungry looks of the looks of the men who unabashedly stared and who longed to know a woman that attractive would have been quite confused if they ever found what was really concealed between those delectable thighs.

Janie wore white skin-tight panties. The black garter belt showed through. "Mmm, nice effect," she said to the image in the mirror as she stood adjusting her bra. The contrast between the dark tops of her smoke colored stockings and the white panties was arresting. The black patent heels added to the exquisite slimness of the dancer’s ankles. She chose these shoes for their attractiveness as well as for their effectiveness as weapons. Driving her full weight on to the tiny base of the heel as she ground it into an opponent could be devastating, as devastating as wielding the shoe with its steel heel as a club or battle mace.

Janie twirled in front of the mirror enjoying the effect of the black, lace edged chemise. A waste to hide it under the one piece tailored sheath she would wear.

Tabby slipped on a pair of pink cotton panties. She started to tuck herself but then removed the panties. A gaff would be better than plain tucking. She fastened a white garter belt around her waist before stepping into the panties. Tabby pulled a matching bra from the drawer. She smiled as she slid additional pads into the bra. Despite her own small, perky breasts and the padding of the bra, she still needed additional padding. "Face it, girl," Tabby thought as she studied the pleasing image in the mirror. "Your tits are still like an eleven year olds. Just nipples really." Still, even nude, the slender, flat chested trannie was exotically attractive.

Pearl stockings. Tabby never lost his appreciation for the female thrill of rolling on stockings, smooth them, attaching them to the garter tabs. Smooth them once more and adjust the length of the garters. Nothing in his male role allowed for such self-indulgent vanity.

Tabby slowly turned and glanced at the mirror over her shoulder. The high, firm tush was a source of pride to Tabby and a source of arousal to most males who noticed her in a straight skirt or swimsuit. She smoothed the panty hem.

A white nylon slip. Tabby shook out the skirt of the slip. She raised it to check the tops of her stockings. More vanity. Tabby loved being a girl. Heels that were practical, sensible enough to allow for quick movement yet spiky enough to be lethal when used to stomp an opponent’s foot. Tabby smiled as she slipped the shoes on. Effective use of one’s high heels could drive away trouble without raising the attention that skill in fighting often did.

A comfortable shirtwaist dress, green to bring out Tabby’s coloring and strawberry blond hair. The loosely fitted skirt would allow freedom of movement if she were fortunate enough to join in the fray.

Tabby, too, felt a resentment, an anger against Flynn. Crystal and Tabby had finally found a place for themselves in Bayport. Tabby had come to realize how odd, how wearying was their life when they moved so frequently to hide from something they weren’t quite sure of. This Flynn person had tried to bring his brand of sleaze and degradation to this town that Crystal was helping restore to health. How dare he!

Andie felt realxed as she brushed her hair until it shone. A wide blue ribbon to hold the shoulder length pageboy cut back from her face. A warm glow spread through her as she anticipated the activities that lay ahead. She smiled smuggly as she thought of the fear that would wrap Flynn in its grasp as his hired defenses failed to prevent this little girl from getting to him. She just hoped he would faint in shock when he realized that the beautiful girl was Andie Martin. Andie wanted Flynn to experience every nuance of punishment that she had planned for him.

The robe slipped form her shoulders as she stood before the mirror. Her diminutive balls were tight against her body. Her cock added to her beauty. Andie reveled in her exotic, bizzare beauty. She knew she would have no trouble finding lovers of either sex.

Andie turned to the clothing laid out for this long anticipated day. White panties. She had chosen white as bride wears white to the altar. Today was to be a consummation. Her unfulfilled need to wreak vengeance on Flynn would be realized!

Andie held the panties at face level, turned them so the were front forward. She held them there for an instant longer than necesary almost as a priestess holds the libation to a primitive goddess. Smoothing the panties over her loins, tucking her cock added to the pleasant tension that was rising within Andie. A white traing bra with a pink bow. Raising her arms overhead, she lowered the slip onto her body. She raised the attached petticoats as she fluffed the layers of frothy whiteness.

She sta on the vanity bench and tucked her knee to her chest as she slipped on the cable knit knee sock. The other sock followed. Black patent Mary Janes. A blue party dress.

Andie was tall for an eleven or twelve year old but the effect was perfect. It would feed into Flynn’s desires and add to his humiliation at the same time.

 

 

 

Ellie smiled to herself as she crossed her legs. The now unfamilar friction of the black fishnet stockings tingled. The tawdry leather skirt was slit almost to the hem of her panties. She had been so relieved to give up that attire and the life that went with it that she thought she would never go back to it even for a second. But this was paying back Flynn. Worth it.

Ellie chatted amiably with the barmaid. "I tended bar for Flynn out of town. Never made the big time. Just being a barmaid in the hicktowns with the occasional sex show on the bar. You’re too classy for that."

"Thanks girl. What brings you here?"

"I really want a chance to perform if you get my drift. Hoping I would get to see the big guy."

"What’s your shtick?"

Ellie leaned over the bar, ran her fingers through the barmaid’s hair and kissed her mouth. They lingered together as mouths opened and tongues probed. Ellie’s fingers expertly teased the girl’s nipple through her blouse.

"I think you can guess," smiled Ellie.

"Yes. I’ld love to help you audition. He’s in his office but you’ve got to get an appointment. I’ll put in a word."

Ellie took some change from the bar. She ordered a second Bloody Mary as she headed for the phone. Ellie seated herself in the phone booth and dialed the number of that booth. She fell into an intense, imaginary converstaion. She extended her legs out of teh phone booth. Pressing her knees to her chest she managed to put her feet on the little seat of teh booth. Her skirt slid back revealing her black shiny panties. The restaurant hostess noticed her. The enforcer at the inside door followed the hostess’s gaze. He became absorbed in watching Ellie’s panties as she kept his attention by crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Robbi entered. "Lunching alone?" asked the hostess.

"I’m expecting friends. I’ll wait at the bar."

No sign of recognition passed between Robbi and Ellie.

A dark haired girl of about sixteen turned the corner. She was accompanied by a younger girl in a blue dress with a very bouffant skirt under which a cloud of white petticoats showed. Their outer coats were open notwithstanding the chill air.

They seemed startled to notice the restaurant and began studying the menu posted in front. A hefty man watching the door smiled contemptously. "I’m sorry ladies. But we don’t allow unescorted children in here."

"But why? I’m a big girl. I’ll be responsible for my sister. Besides she can take of herself."

Janie pulled her skirt up as she adjusted her garter tab. The tough stared at the shapely leg made more shapely by the sleek hose and the sense of the forbidden as Janie shamelessly drew his attention.

Janie eased her skirt down to a more decorous level. She smiled, a wide almost challenging smile as she made eye contact with the heavy. She ran her tongue over her teeth.

"See. I told you I’m a big girl."

"You’re still not getting in."

"No one’s eating in this dump right now."

"Get lost you snotty bitch."

Janie hiked her skirt and delivered a kick to the side of the goon’s head sending him reeling against the brick wall. "I’ll fucking kill you, wise ass bitch."

Janie decisevely drove her fist into his balls. He slumped to his knees as Janie used his face as a punching bag. The girls walked into the lobby of the restaurant. The bouncer stepped away from the bar. "Hey, how did you kids get in here?"

"That man outside feels sick," said Janie to the bouncer at the door of the bar. He stepped outside. Andie locked the door behind him.

Ellie hung up the phone and retruend to the bar. Her ‘admirer’ realized that there was trouble brewing. He approached Andie. "You’ve got to leave." Turning to Janie, "You’re with someone, right?"

Andie brought the edge her hand in a roundhouse chop to the man’s nose. The nose broke under the intensity of the karate chop. The tough guy fainted in shock.

The barmaid was startled to see what looked like an eleven year old girl climb onto a barstool. A sixteen year old joined the preadolescent. "Sorry sweeties, you have to stay with whoever brought you to the restaurant.

"Oh but I’m here to see Mr. Flynn."

The hostess rushed in. "Call the cops!"

The barmaid hesitated. "Flynn don’t want no cops nosing around here."

"Just call them." The hostess raced to unlock the door.

The heavy who had been locked out rushed up to the bar. "I’m going to teach you wise asses some manners."

He leaned menacingly over Janie. Andie caught him by surprise as she grasped the lapel of his suitjacket. As Andie pushed against him he pressed froward. A sudden yanking of the jacket and the thug’s face, impelled by Andie’s surprising strength and his own forward motion, crashsed against the bar. His teeth went through his lip as they shaterred.

The barmaid grabbed a billy club and started after Andie and Janie. Ellie caught the woman’s wrist forcing her to drop the club. Ellie pulled her over the bar. The barmaid crashed to the floor, the wind knocked out of her by the fall.

Andie very matter of factly walked to the stairs at the end of the bar. The layout hadn’t changed although Flynn was even less legitimate than he was when he charmed her moterh, an otherwise rational woman, into marrying him.

Flynn opened his offcie door in response to Andie’s knock. "Someone tell me what the ruckus is down there and why no one is answering the house phone."

"I should have know you have a hand in it. What do you want from me?" Andie was the last person in the world he expected to see entering his office. Flynn still hadn’t realized that Andie was his ex-wife’s child, the child he had had assaulted to revenge himself on his ex-wife. He made the mistake of trying to push Andie out the door.

Andie grabbed Flynn’s face with her hand and drove her nails into his eyes. He fell back onto a couch.

"Really, you should recognize me. You must remember Andie Martin. You must remeber how you used to take me to your office so I could learn your business."

"Bitch. I should have had you killed."

He dove at Andie who used a judo throw to dump him on his back. A series of karate kicks left him hurt and befuddled befoe he could regain his feet.

Andie sat sparwled in his chair, her lags draped over the arms, her panty crotch spread. Flynn looked the trannie in abject terror. "But step-daddy, you used to love to frighten me. Oh sure, I was a sissy faggot. You loved to call me that. Just think that the sissy faggot has beaten up your goons! Are you scared now? Scared like I was?"

Andie’s fingers fell to the crotch of her panties. She traces the flat leg bands. The stretch lace of the leg bands formed a beguiling thresheold between the warm skin of Andie’s smooth thighs and the expanse of taught fabric that highlighted the cock and balls of this supremely desirable yet supremely deadly trannie.

Flynn stared hungrily at Andie’s inner thighs. His arousal was stronger than the humiliation Andie was meting out.

"Like what you see? Silly question. Of course you do. You want to taste. Maybe if you ask nicely, if you beg hard enough I’ll let you try to satisfy me. If you’re really, really good maybe I’ll let you off the hook, you poor fish!

"On your knees and beg!"

Flynn knelt before Andie. She stood before him, a petite avenging angel, a goddess of retribution. Andie spun around launching a backward kick to the side of Flynn’s jaw. He slumped down.

"You disgust me!" snarled Andie as she nudged Flynn’s ribs with her foot. She sat back waiting for Flynn’s head to clear.

"And you know what else? You weren’t the only one who took polaroids. I did too. I hoped, even then, that I might have an opportunity to expose you for what you are."

"You freak, I’ll killl you," bellowed Flynn. He made a sudden grab for the desk drawer. Andie watched impassively as he pulled open the drawer. As Flynn groped for the gun in back of the drawer, Andie kicked the drawer closed on Flynn’s hand. He screamed as his wrist broke. As he slowly withdrew his hand, Andie once more kicked the drawer shut. Flynn screamed once agains as his fingers broke.

Andie reached unemotionally opend the envelope she took from the pocket of her dress. She spread the papers on the desk. Her hand caught Flynn by the hair as she forced his face toward the desk. "Oh, you must like these . After all, you liked our special time together. You berated me for not liking that you wanted me to sit in on your business converstaions. I just played with teh copying machine. Now you know what I was copying. Couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to be groomed to learn your business, you said.

"You can have these. No strings. I’ve sent a set to every newspaper in and around Boston.

"Well, time for us to leave."

 

The next day the newspapers announced that Flynn, a restauranteur with some highly questionable sidelines, had hanged himself in his office.

Andie had never mailed the packets.

The girls laughed uproariously as Tabby eased the car out of the parking space in front of the restaurant. The contortions Andie went through as she pulled off her dress were added to the merriment. It’s not at all easy to change clothing squeezed in the midddle of the back seat of a moving car. Kind of a fun challenge though.

Tabby pulled into a bus stop. Janie ran to the trunk took out a zipper bag that Andie had packed and jumped back into the passenger seat. She flung it into the back seat as the car drove off once more. A few minutes and several contortions later found Andie dressed in a sweater and skirt. "Oops, forgot my boobs," she giggled as she pushed the breast pads into her bra by lifting her sweater. Saddle shoes replaced the Mary Janes. Andie was no longer the preadolescent in a party dress but a rather cute pony tailed high school girl.

"My turn," announced Ellie. She and Andie switched places even as the car was moving. Several blocks down the road a different Ellie emerged. It was the new, the classy lady that Ellie had become.

 

"Am I to drive aimlessly around or do we have destination?" Tabby knew they needed to be doing something before Andie’s elation wore off.

"Chinese food! Great place in Chinatown." Andie navigated form the back seat. She guided them right to legal parking space down the street from their destination.

The owner knew Andie. Andie negotiated for a multi-course Chinese banquet. Platter after platter of exotic dishes were served. The banquet was in traditional Chinese

style with small portions of an incredible number of courses.

"Let’s all stare at Ellie," teased Robbi as Ellie struggled with chopsticks and tasted her first snail.

A tall, elegantly beautiful Eurasian woman served wine and beer, a gift from the

owner. The curve of her shapely thigh as it moved forward through the slit in her cheongsam spoke of elegance and of power. Her black haired, parted in the middle, framed her exotic features.

She looked longingly at Andie. Andie reached back and presssed the young woman’s hand in her own. "I’ve done it. I’m free of that burden." The woman smiled. Apparently she knew of the burden which Andie disposed of that day.

Tabby focused her attention on the relationship betwen Andie and this strangely silent Eurasian. It was apparent they had been friends for a long time, close enough that this woman knew of Andie’s need to avenge herself on Flynn. Tabby’s gifts of intuition told her that this was not the owner’s daughter. It was his son!

"Please drop me at home before you had back to Janus. I need some time to myself. I’ll see you in Bayport the weekend after next."

They left Andie at the door of her mother’s house.

There was much to be discussed on their return to Janus but the future was all conjecture. The one thing they knew in their hearts was that so many people were going to get it together in Bayport.

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

 

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