The Swing

by Mardee Louise Prynne

Part 1

 

THE FIRST MEETING

I was sent to spend a few weeks with my mother's friend at her isolated summer retreat. Boredom! A few weeks always meant that I would be stuck there until my mother decided to abandon her current scheme or lover or whatever and send for me. The friend insisted I call her "aunt" which I found pretty childish. After all, I was almost ready for college! High school senior! Darn, I should have a driver's license by now; not with my mother!

Aunt Dina was into classical music and mentored me in her better moods. That part was okay. There was no one to hang out with in the area; Just a few arty women who resented kids, especially boys. These women were, I suspected, probably bi or gay.

Dina was a bright and attractive lady. She was some sort of psycho-therapist and wrote books about that stuff. Most of what I knew about art and music, I learned from Dina who often took me to museums and concerts when we were in the city. Maybe I was being ungrateful to her by resenting spending time at her summer retreat.

I was aimlessly walking around feeling sorry for the loneliness. I had passed the swing before and had used it. It hung from the limb of a large tree. A see-saw that was no longer used was next to it. As I walked past the swing I turned back to see a girl sitting on it. I still wasn't into girls. I didn't appreciate the feelings they aroused. Their giggling at me was embarrassing.

I had been with girls, "made out." "Made out" but I never got very far. I desired girls in ways I did not yet know and I feared knowing them, feared their nearness.

The girl on the swing amazed me. She seemed much younger than I. I looked more closely and realized it was her clothes that made her look so much younger. She had brown hair that was brushed until it shone. With her hair pulled back behind her ears and held by a ribbon, she became an Alice In Wonderland type. I couldn't suspect then what "wonderlands" this creature would guide me through. A white party dress with a blue sash that matched her hair ribbon and eyes gave her a innocence that drew me. White ankle socks trimmed with lace and black patent Mary Janes accented her feet and set off her suntanned, slender but muscular legs. She smiled at me and began to swing. Slowly and gently at first and then with abandon. The swing rose higher as this lovely being extended her legs. The movement of her legs and the breeze filled her skirt but afforded me nothing more than a glimpse of the back of her calves. She relaxed and let the swing glide almost to a stop. She drew one knee to her chest and put her foot on the swing. Reaching up with her arms, she pulled to a stand on the swing. Her knees flexed rhythmically as she began to swing as she stood. This girl was willing to take risks as she pumped the swing faster and higher. As she rose, her skirt filled out and afforded me a furtive glimpse of the shiny pink panties. My groin tingled in ways it never had before. I felt myself start to blush as I "rose" to the occasion!

She let the swing glide to a halt. She jumped off before it quite stopped, arranged her skirt and smiled again. "I'm Jodi. I have to sit for my mom. She's painting me. I'll be here later. We'll hang out, play, do some stuff." Jodi was gone. I was left with my heart pounding and not quite knowing why!

A few hours before the thought of playing with a girl would have been a joke. "Play!" That was retarded. Hanging out with, maybe. Never "playing." Now I wandered back to the swing to find Jodi. I really didn't know what "later" meant but I was afraid that if Jodi didn't find me all would be lost!

I turned to walk back and have lunch when I heard a giggle. I looked up. Jodi was sitting on a tree branch about twenty yards away. She no longer wore the party dress but was in a shorter skirt and tank top. She wore Keds type sneakers but no socks. There was no pale skin showing below where her socks would have ended. Her tan seemed to glow from within. She tilted her head and winked at me as she broke into a wonderful smile. Had I not been smitten before this would have done it!

Jodi slid put her hands on the branch and leaned back. I was afraid she would fall over backwards but this gutsy little tomboy knew her stuff! She hooked her knees on the branch and hung upside down. My heart leapt into my throat as she exposed her pink panty covered bottom. Her hands caught a lower branch and she swung to the ground. She smiled as she approached me. Jodi took me my hand and we walked toward the shore of the nearby lake.

"Will you be here long?"

"Really don't know. Depends on what my mom does next."

Jodi explained to me that her adoptive mother was spending a few weeks in a summer cottage she owned. Jodi never knew her father yet she spoke of him with an intense resentment and that bordered on hatred. He was responsible for her mother's tragic fate. Jodi had long ago determined never to be in any way like him. To do otherwise would be disloyal to her late mother. She had some recollection of her real mother who died when Jodi was a toddler. A friend of her mother adopted her.

Her new mother had been a portrait painter but now only did that occasionally. She had a business in the city. She gave special English lessons. Sometimes they went to Europe where her mother had business interests as well. That I could not fathom at all. Jodi seemed to know more about it than she told me. There was a deliberate vagueness about her. It turned out we were the same age. Despite her young and innocent appearance Jodi had been to many places and was a very worldly young woman.

We sat on the grass watching the lake and the hills beyond.

Jodi's hand rested in mine. She lay back with her arm under her head. Jodi motioned for me to lie next to her. We were almost touching. I sensed the warmth of her body rather than actually feeling her against me. Her fingers entwined themselves in mine. Jodi really knew how to keep me interested. She raised herself onto one elbow and looked into my eyes. Her green eyes were unlike any I had ever seen. Then again, I was just discovering what it was to be attracted by a girl. Jodi closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine. They lingered lightly for a moment. Her tongue moistened her lips as she pressed them over mine. Her weight pressed my shoulders into the grass as her tongue probed my mouth. I responded. Instinctively I tried to roll her over and take an upper position. I couldn't! Jodi was too strong! This added to my arousal. Her hand found brushed over my crotch as she released my mouth. She sat up smiling. I could almost hear her purr.

Jodi sat facing me her knees drawn up and hugging her knees with her arms. Her skirt fell back. She giggled musically. "Like what you see?" I blushed deeply realizing she knew I was staring at her panties. Her giggle burst into a musical laugh. "That's all right. Boys are supposed to do things like that."

We walked back hand in hand.

"See you after lunch." I watched Jodi walk off toward her cottage.

 

AT JODI'S

The phone rang as I was finishing lunch. My aunt took the phone from her maid. She laughed as she chatted.

"Jodi's mother said her daughter is quite taken with you. She would like to meet you. And now!" My aunt said that like I had done something wrong. She smiled and hugged me. She patted my butt like she did when I was little. I just realized my pseudo aunt was a very sexy lady!

Jodi was sitting on the porch stairs when I arrived. "My mom really wasn't in such a great hurry to meet you. I just wanted to make sure you came back to me. Boys are sooo strange." That musical giggle again. It was sensational!

Jodi and I sat in the kitchen drinking iced tea and eating pie as her mother scrutinized us. Jodi's mom was a taller, rather sophisticated version of Jodi, at least in style. She wore a white cotton blouse that was not quite buttoned all the way. When she served us our pie she bent forward to reveal her full breasts cradled in a lacy white bra! A loose fitting blue skirt emphasized her hips. Her waist was almost non-existent; it was that small.

Strappy flat sandals showed off her slender ankles. I was rapidly awakening to female attractions!

We walked for an hour or two as Jodi showed me around the area. After our walk we played catch with a baseball. Jodi had her own glove! I used her old one. One thing for sure. She didn't throw like a girl. When we finished we sat in the shade behind the house. It was hot. We waved as Jodi's mom drove off.

Jodi grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me into the house. We had some cold soda in the cool dim light of the small basement rec room. We sat on a bench that ran almost the entire length of the wall. I wondered where the two doors led. Jodi rested her head on my shoulder and took my hand in hers. Our hands rested on her lap. Suddenly Jodi nibbled my ear. She stood up and straddled my thighs. Her smooth skin against mine was getting me hard. She took my hand and put it on her breast. There was not much there yet it felt wonderful. She kissed me again as my fingers felt her nipple harden. "Maybe I should start wearing a heavier bra!" She leaned her head back and laughed.

Jodi pushed me onto my back and leaned over me. Her tongue thrust deep in my mouth as I hugged her. Her hand found my crotch and massaged my balls through my cut off jeans. I reached for her crotch but she pushed my hand away. We sat up. Jodi smiled an almost beatific smile. I was uncomfortably embarrassed.

Jodi must have sensed my embarrassment. "Please don't feel awkward. I like you very, very much and I think you like me... So it's okay!" We went upstairs.

"I'll see you at the swing tomorrow after breakfast."

 

I EXPLODE AT THE SWING

I sat on the swing waiting for Jodi. She arrived a few minutes after I had gotten there. She was dressed in her portrait posing party dress. She looked so very beautiful but I knew she would be sitting for her mother. I didn't care whether we "made out" or not. I was desperate to be near her. Jodi walked over to me. She put her foot on the swing and raised herself to a standing position facing away from me. She began to pump the swing. I cooperated and soon we soared. We laughed as the swing slowed to a halt. Jodi sat down, straddling me as swing slowed. She kissed me and we began to swing once more. Her skirt was up around her hips. I felt the smoothness of her nylon panties against my skin.

She hugged me tightly. I was rock hard! She put her hands on the sides of my face and drew me to her. Her face was over mine, her hands on the sides of my head as she kissed me deeply. She bounced slightly as she adjusted her position closer to me. My cock twitched. Suddenly I felt a throbbing in my cock and in my balls.

I moaned as I exploded pumping gobs of cum from the depth of my being. Jodi stood before me smoothing her skirt. "I love you." she said seriously. "Now go swim in the lake to get cleaned up."

Even as I caught my breath I realized with what determination, with what finality and with what control Jodi said this!

This was beyond a crush! Jodi was an incredible combination of little girl giddiness and womanly power. I was totally under her spell. I was ecstatic yet uncomfortable. I had a sense that I would soon yield to Jodi's every whim. Yet I believed her when she said she loved me.

 

A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

I returned to Jodi's at lunch time. The portrait session was over. Jodi beckoned me to follow her to her room. She turned her back to me as I watched her step out of the dress. Jodi leaned slightly forward as she let it fall forward and off her arms. She wiggled the skirt down and stepped over the heap of white chiffon that had fallen around her ankles. Her slender but firm back was uniformly tan. Her full, firm thighs, high tight bottom and her well defined calves spoke of the ballet and modern dance lessons she told me about on our walks. My breath froze as Jodi hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her blue nylon panties. As she walked away from me she eased them down revealing the cleft between her cheeks. Her tan was so deep that her unsunned parts gave her the appearance of wearing white panties. Before her bottom was completely bared she disappeared in to what seemed to be large walk-in closet or small dressing room. I was able to breathe once more.

Jodi emerged a few minutes later in a short skirt and what was then called a French sailor's shirt. She brushed her hair as I sat watching her adoringly. She turned from her dressing table to face me. Her legs were deliberately open. I stared at the crotch of her white cotton panties. "You're such a tease!"

"I don't tease," responded Jodi with a rather sincere look.

"Oh yeah."

"Come and see for yourself if you dare," challenged Jodi.

She moved to the bed and sat with her back against the headboard, her knees up and her legs parted. I walked toward her, sat on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her face. Suddenly she pushed me back, threw one leg over my head and had me in a intensely tight head-scissors with my face just inches from her crotch. She giggled as I struggled to get free. She crossed her ankles and straightened her legs causing the pressure on my neck and head to become even more intense. She took hold of my hair and drew my face against her crotch for a brief second. She straddled me and pulled my shorts and my underpants down. My cock sprang up.

Jodi lay her head on my belly. I was too startled and too overcome to move. Her fingers fluttered over my balls and wrapped around my cock. Her tongue traced the rim of my cockhead. I was oozing precum despite my massive ejaculation of the morning. Jodi ran her tongue over my cockhead and took it in her mouth. I groaned and screamed in ecstasy. Her finger nails dug into my scrotum. I writhed as she sucked my cockhead and squeezed my balls. This time it started in the base of my spine. My body arched, my legs twitched and I writhed in every direction. I moaned and screamed as I shot gobs of hot cum into Jodi's eager mouth. Jodi screamed and fell back on the bed next to me. We lay wrapped in each other's arms. Soon her mother called up for us to have lunch.

How could her mother not have heard us?

 

DINA'S MUSIC LESSON

I got up the next morning to find "Aunt" Dina seated at the piano. She beckoned for me to sit on the piano bench with her.

"Time for a lesson. I'm not sure you've been practicing the right things." A wry smile crossed her thin yet sensuous lips. I wondered why she wore lipstick and eye makeup so early in the day.

I ran some chord progression exercises for her. She took my hand to change the elevation of my wrist. As I glanced down I couldn't help but notice that her long ice blue silk robe had fallen open to reveal not only her superb thighs but the v of her tailored white panties! I was transfixed.

"Well," she said.

"I'm sorry Aunt Dina."

"Please don't be sorry. You're a normal and very attractive young man. And stop calling me aunt. It makes me sound ancient!"

A long silence.

Dina stood up and pulled me to my feet facing her. Her eyes slowly moved down to my feet and up my body.

She sat on the couch. I stood before her as she undid my belt. My shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Dina took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Her fingers glided over my shoulders and to my chest. She fondled my nipples.

Tingles of arousal spread over my body as she toyed with them, flicked her tongue over them.

Dina let her robe fall open. She lay back and gave me a view of her silken covered crotch. A wet spot was spreading. She eased my briefs down over my hips. I was afraid to move or speak.

"Your body is sooo desirable," cooed Dina. Slender, firm.

Such lovely, shapely legs. Girls must envy those legs."

Her hands cupped my bottom as she drew me closer licking my navel. "Sooo beautiful," purred Dina. "Yet we must gild the lily." I was baffled by that last line.

Dina reached for a pair of pink nylon panties. She held them in front of me and lowered them. I stepped into them! Dina drew them up over my hairless thighs. She adjusted the waistband and pulled the hem down around the leg openings. My stiff cock was pressed up against my belly. Dina caressed my balls through the smooth nylon. She eased me onto the bed. She straddled my face as she faced my crotch. Her panty crotch was pulled aside as she lowered her moist vaginal lips to my face. My tongue plunged into her. I flicked her clitoris. My face was wet with her juices as she moaned and quivered. Her moans crescendoed in a scream!

Dina looked down at me and smiled. "You really are growing up." She laughed. "Fair is fair." Easing my panties down she freed my cock. Her fingers darted up and down the shaft as her mouth swallowed the head, then the shaft. Suddenly Dina stopped.

She was on her knees facing me. She looked down as my face showed the ecstasy and disappointment I felt at the short lived "head" Dina had just given me.

Dina bent over me so that her breasts fell on either side of my face. She slowly squeezed her breasts together trapping my face! I could barely breathe. The sensation was incredibly arousing! Dina was in total control. I was in unreal ecstasy being under the complete erotic control of this beautiful, experienced woman.

Dina pulled her panty crotch aside and lowered her self onto my erect cock. She moaned lightly as she grasped my wrists and put my hands on her full firm breasts. I cupped her breasts, their weight and warmth in my hands. Dina rode up and down my cock, her eyes closed. "So good... feels soooo good!" I writhed as Dina bounced. I came slowly at first as Dina dripped what seemed like gallons of juice over my groin. I kicked and yelled as I exploded into her. She bent over me and kissed me as she came!

"Dina, those panties felt so good on me."

"Of course, but there'll be more for you."

"Huh? I don't get it. More?"

"Be patient."

 

REVELATION

Jodi phoned to tell me she would surprise me that afternoon.

I went to her house. She yelled for me to come to her room. She was lying on the bed propped on one elbow reading. Her flowered skirt was nearly at her hips. One leg was extended, the other up with knee bent. She wore a dark, loose fitting tank top style blouse. Her brown hair was in two pony tails. Her position left her panties in full view, the crotch bared. No one else could be so wholesomely innocent and yet so powerfully seductive. "Rob, promise you'll care for me no matter what." It was an odd request but I couldn't do otherwise. I nodded seriously. "Be right back," said Jodi with a serious smile.

"I took off my gaff, "she said a laughingly a minute later. My naiveté was such that I had no idea of what a gaff might be. She kissed me as she pulled my tee shirt over my head. A moment later I lay nude on the bed.

Jodi straddled me and kissed my cheeks, my lips, my neck, my navel. Her fingers flickered across my nipples as she raised her blouse over her head. The white cotton bra did little to conceal her firm yet tiny breasts. She stood on the floor her back to me as she stepped out of her skirt. She wiggled her panties down over her bottom and turned to me. The fringe of her pubic hair showed dark above the waist band. She let the panties fall to reveal her cock!

It was incredible. My heart raced as my erection grew more intense.

Jodi laughed and screeched, "Wow! I guess you still care for me.!"

We laughingly hugged each other as we sat on the bed.

We spontaneously weighed each other's balls in our hands at the same instant. We kissed deeply as we grasped each other's cocks. I pushed Jodi back on the bed. I held her cock gently as my tongue flicked away a drop of precum. My first taste. I swirled my tongue around the rim of her cockhead and nibbled my way down the bottom of the shaft. She wiggled and yelped when I discovered that sensitive spot between her balls and her hole. I buried my face between her breasts. I circled her nipple with my tongue while I held her balls gently in my hand. I sucked each nipple gently. Jodi's sounds were making even more aroused. A beautiful girl with a cock! No other lover, no gg can be more complete!

My mouth swallowed Jodi's shaft. Suddenly warm cum filled my mouth. It was lovely. Jodi lay spent and moaning on the bed.

Jodi drew me onto her. She took a tube of lubricant from the night table and lubed my cock and her hole. She drew her knees to her chest and eased me into her kissing me deeply as she did. I cupped her bottom and pulled her close. Jodi squeezed my balls hard as I moaned in newly discovered ecstasy. I pumped unbelievable amounts of cum into her as I moaned and yelled, my body in spasms of delight. I lay panting on her as she caressed my hair.

We gleefully showered. I knew that this would be a wonderful relationship and a journey of discovery.

I watched Jodi dress. She did this as sensually as she did everything else. She teased, "Pretty, silky panties...so much nicer than your coarse white briefs." I nodded. "Your time will come to try new things." I sighed longingly.

 

AN EXPLANATION

We sat under a tree, our finger tips touching. Jodi began with a sigh. "Rob, I know you must wonder about many things about me. It's so odd for a boy to become a girl all the time. You have to wonder about that. Lot's of people dress as the opposite sex but I've wanted to be a girl so I would be as unlike my father as possible. I don't want a vagina. I enjoy my penis. And now I know that someone like you can love me, I'm okay.

"My mom's English lessons. You really are puzzled by that.

Mummie is a very high class, very specialized madam! English lessons refer to dominant and submissive trade.

"She raised me to be a specialist, a high priced prostitute.

To create the impression of a young adolescent would make me more valuable. I've never serviced clients yet but I look forward to it. Some men are so arrogant, such shits that I'll enjoy punishing them! I was able to scissors you and move you around so easily because I’ve done some strength training."

This was as erotic to me as everything else about Jodi.

She kissed me lightly as we stood up and walked back to her house hand in hand.

 

ROB BECOMES ROBBI

"My mum has a special client who is teaching at a college near here. We’re doing a session for him but we need a maid.

Would you be Robbi?"

A jolt of adrenaline shot through me at the idea of being Robbi, being a female, being a maid and witnessing an "English lesson."

That evening I was in a room in Jodi's house. I showered and shaved my under arms. Jodi's mum had laid out my attire for the evening. I was made up and my hair combed into a very cute girl's style. Jodi showed me how to put on the skin colored gaff. A waist cinch was next. White nylon panties were pulled over my thighs.

I realized how incredibly sexy I felt was not simply my imagination when I stood in front of the three way mirror. I stared as a black long line bra was fastened on me. Flesh colored breast forms filled out the cups and gave the illusion of nipples!

I sat as black, seamed stockings were unrolled over my legs.

Fastening them was not easy as I thought but I knew that with time it would become a well practiced skill. Moderately high heels until I mastered walking as a woman. Another skill I was to practice with time. A few petticoats and the dress was lowered over my head. I was gorgeous! I loved the look, the feel, the eroticism of female clothing!

 

THE CLIENT

We had gone over the scenario. I was becoming adept in walking in the heels. Just put one foot directly in front the other and take short steps!

Remember that, you lot.

I was excited but not quite sure I could carry it off.

Mummie, as Jodi called her mother, assured me that my anxiety would energize me at the right moment.

Jodi looked terribly preppy as she sat on the swing reading

Seventeen Magazine as the client arrived in his car. She provocatively crossed and uncrossed her legs. In her blue, man tailored oxford cloth shirt, tan a-line skirt, knee socks and penny loafers Jodi was the epitome of the all American girl ready for her freshman year of college. As the client parked his car facing the swing, Jodi slid off allowing her skirt to pull half way up her thighs. She adjusted her skirt but first reached up under it to pull her blouse down. She feigned being flustered when she "realized" the client was watching staring at her innocent white cotton panties. She walked away with her back toward him pausing to bend forward to adjust her knee socks. She did so to show him the visible panty lines across her bottom. The client practically drooled.

I glared at him from the porch. He stared up at me as he approached the first step. "She is not for your kind." He froze momentarily in his tracks at the sound of my breathy femme voice.

The client opened his mouth to answer. I spoke before he could.

"Say nothing! She is not for the likes of you!" I stared coldly but beamed inside. I had intimidated this forty year old man!

As he reached the top step, I turned on my heel and entered the house. He sheepishly, slavishly followed. Pausing at a small desk in the entrance hall, I pointed to the desk top. He deposited the fee on the table. I motioned for him to spread it out so I could count it without touching it. He dropped the three one hundred dollar bills into an envelope I pushed at him.

Deliberately bending forward to reveal my very realistic cleavage

I put the envelope in a drawer and locked the desk. Straightening to my full height I walked to the client, paused and looked "daggers" at him. "How dare you!" I whipped the palm of my right around and slapped his face hard enough to send him reeling. His trousers showed he was getting very interested.

He followed me to one of the two basement rooms I had been curious about. One wall was fully mirrored. A wrestling mat separated that wall from the weights along the opposite one.

"Undress!" was the last order I gave to him until Mummie entered.

She wore a navy blue wrap dress and plain black pumps.

The client stood in the center of the mat clad in a pair of ugly white men's briefs. I knew I would never wear such coarse, awful things again. Mummie or, in this context, Madam faced him with a sneer.

She undid her dress. I stood behind her to catch it as she let it fall. Madam grabbed the client's wrist and twisted him to the floor. She was lithe and muscular yet sensuous. The red bra and panties were not too brief yet revealed by concealing. Madam kicked the client in the butt as he tried to get up.

Jodi entered right on schedule. She walked to her Mummie as if the client didn't exist. "Mother, may I..." She never finished. As the client got to his feet Jodi turned on him.

Grabbing him in a judo hold she threw him over her hip. "You were looking up my skirt!" She threw him again and stood over him so he could not help but look up her skirt. His erect cock tented up his briefs.

"Mother, that thing was bothering me." Jodi slapped him, turned and walked out of the room. Madam glared at him with anger burning in her eyes. She put a head lock on him and rolled him over her hip. The client was put through several wrestling holds and throws by Madam who easily body slammed him to the mat. Madam could probably have defeated most adult men in wrestling.

Madam pulled the client to his feet. She faced him and grabbed his balls. He twisted and tried to shove her way. Madam smiled as she forced him into a grotesque dance as she led him by his balls. She released her grip and kicked his feet out from under him. The fall knocked the wind out of him. "Robbi, please dispose of this trash," she asked me unctuously.

I stood before him and dropped his clothes over his face. I threw his shoes at him. I knelt and rolled a condom over his feeble but hard dick. He got to his feet. "Looking at my panties!" I slapped him again. This time I put my hands behind his head and yanked his face forward. "Take a good look," I ordered. I yanked his face down. Madam and Jodi had drilled me well. I brought my knee up into his crotch. The client doubled over and lay on the mat in a fetal position. When he started to revive I rolled him onto his back with my foot. He lay with his legs apart and his arms at his side. I massaged his crotch with the sole of my high heeled, patent leather shoe. The client came.

We did not allow him to shower! Such bitches! As I led him out of the house he handed me a fifty dollar bill as a tip! I said nothing but stared menacingly. He drove off slowly.

"Robbi, you're a natural!" Madam kissed me on the cheek.

Jodi hugged me. "Robbi, I love you, I love you!" She caressed my panty covered butt as she said this. We went to her bedroom.

 

PART TWO

Jodi and Mummie would be in the city for several days. Jodi reassured they would be shopping for school clothes and that she would date no one else. I wondered if she would be "entertaining" clients.

"Good grief, Robbi! The answer is no. Please get used to the idea that clients count for nothing but income. It’s strictly professional. It’s like being their psychologist or something like that."

"I’m not sure. I kind of got off on it."

"Well so did I but the client had nothing to do with it. It was doing it that mattered, not who you were doing it to. And besides, you had never been dressed as a girl before so you were just discovering how much of a thrill that is.

"I’ll tell you another thing. I could get you to cum just by dressing you as a girl and beating you up."

She smiled a sardonic smile at me. I was intimidated but I tried to tough it out. Never a boy for rough play, I would soon find myself at a disadvantage

Jodi grabbed my shirt and yanked me to the side. I tried to keep upright by pulling in the opposite direction. She again twisted as she broke my balance. Her foot swept my ankles and I went down with a thud.

I felt her hand in my hair as she yanked me to my knees. My head twisted as a resounding slap landed on my cheek. As I staggered to my feet Jodi caught my wrist and sent me flying. I landed on my back with the wind knocked out of me.

I rolled onto my knees only to be grabbed in a headlock by my unique lover. She drooped me to the ground, pressed my face to the grass, and applied a very painful hammer lock.

I was close to crying from pain and humiliation. Above all I feared that Jodi was so angry that she would never see me again.

Suddenly Jodi was straddling me in a school yard pin. She slapped my face repeatedly in fury. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Robbi, Robbi," she called through her tears. "This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. Love wasn’t part of what I want to be. I was going to use you to practice seduction... Use you and throw you away... That’s what I was going to do. But I love you! Damn it, I love you!"

Jodi reached back, grabbed my balls and squeezed! I yelped and came.

Jodi stood weeping as I rose to my feet. We kissed.

"I’m so confused," Jodi whined. "Just go."

Dina was sitting on our porch reading and sipping coffee. She looked at me as I climbed the steps.

"Oh dear! Someone was feeling lusty all too soon, I’ll bet." She studied my face. "Robbi, I’m sorry for teasing you just now. Something has you very upset. Let’s talk."

I sat on the top step and stared into the middle distance. Dina sat down next to me and put her arm around me. She slid over a little and guided my head onto her lap. I curled up with my head on her lap as she ran her fingers through my hair. Dina said nothing as I related the story of my affair with Jodi.

"I guess I fucked up. I fell in love with Jodi and messed up her ambitions at the same time."

"A hot bath and some comfort food will help." Dina took me by the hand and led me into the house.

"Maritza, please make some waffles and sausages and bacon for lunch."

We were in Dina’s master bedroom suite. She started the bath. I stood passively as Dina undressed me. Her finger tips glided over my body. I was suddenly half erect. Dina smiled affectionately. "I guess your experience with Jodi didn’t exhaust you completely."

The bath was warm and relaxing. Dina sat on the edge of the tub. She soaped a wash cloth and handed it to me.

"Dina," I asked. "Do you remember when you used to bathe me when I was little. That was special. My mom never had time for that."

"Your mother did what she could do. I tried to make it a little better for you."

"You know what’s coming back to me. That you used to let me play dress up. I had completely forgotten that. You even helped me put on lipstick and nail polish."

Dina smiled down at me. She kissed my cheek and began bathing me as she had done when I was a child.

I knelt under the tap as Dina shampooed my hair. The reassurance she had given me when I sensed abandonment by mother returned.

A flood of unselfish affection from Dina relaxed me and helped me put the Jodi thing in perspective. The light silhouetted her superb figure through the thin cotton dress as she walked out of the bathroom.

Dina held the large bath towel in front of me as I stepped out of the tub. She wrapped me in the soft cotton and rubbed the towel against me.

I looked over he shoulder into her bedroom. White cotton panties and a powder blue cotton kimono lay on the bed. I knew they were for me!

The panties were so soft, ever so much softer than the coarse white cotton jockey shorts I wore. Holding them in front of me, I turned them so the front was forward. Stepping into them carefully,, I slid them carressingly over my legs. I smoothed the hem, pulled the back down over my cheeks. I turned before the three way dressing mirror. The panties were sheer enough so that the cleft of my bottom showed in the light before disappearing under the curved seam of the double layered crotch. It was as if I were a girl on the verge of discovering her attractiveness and the power that female sexuality carries.

I sat cross legged on the bed as Dina brushed my hair. A feeling of peace settled over me.

"Just a touch of lipstick," Dina spoke as she smiled at me. I nodded.

I was feeling ever so much better as we went out to the back porch to eat our waffles. Without thought or planning I smoothed the skirt of my kimono under me as I sat. I crossed my legs carefully so as not to show my panties. Somehow my casually femme attire had triggered femme body language. "Jodi thinks she’s such hot shit being so femme. Who cares? I could do that better than she can without even trying." My thoughts had a relaxed and assured smugnness.

"You did that so well, so instinctively the well bred young lady."

"Dina, I want to .... I mean I..."

"Robbi just relax. You can be a girl all the time you’re here. I’ll help you."

After lunch, I lay down on my bed. Dina put a light blanket over me and kissed my cheek. A long restful nap followed.

 

MY WARDROBE

I awakened refreshed. I realized how much tension had been created by having been manipulated by Jodi. Several pairs of panties had been laid out on my dresser. A pair of loose fitting shorts and a pair of short shorts were on hangers on my closet door. Two jewel neck tees were folded on the dresser. A pair of strappy sandals were on the floor in front of my closet.

I showered hurriedly in anticipation of donning the very basic but clearly femme attire Dina had left out for me. Putting on the pink cotton briefs filled me with excitement yet gave me a feeling of contentment. It all felt so right, so natural.

I tiptoed out to the upstairs porch where Dina was sunning herself as she read. I kissed her cheek. "Thank you Dina."

"You’re quite welcome darling. Tomorrow we’ll drive to town and get you some training bras.

"This may sound silly but for you to be comfortable, to appear natural as a girl your own age we must first get you through all the stages of dressing that a preadolescent girl would go through as she developed her charms."

"Oh yes. I’m so excited. This will be such a great summer! Aunt Dina, I love you, I love you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Robbi, when you called me Aunt Dina when you were in boy drag, it didn’t seem right. Now that you’re my niece, it’s just so sweet"

I decided to go for a run. Cross country running was the only sport I had any success with as high school boy. Now that I would learn to be a girl, I thought running would help me stay slim. A spaghetti strap tank top, cotton running shorts and, of course, sensible white cotton panties were all I needed to create a femme illusion. An elastic hair band to match my red shorts pulled my hair of my face. Rather a tomboy, but a cute young girl all the same.

A cool breeze helped me cover five miles in what seemed like no time. I hiked up my shorts to allow the hem of my panties to show whenever I neared cars or bicyclists. Two college boys almost rode their bikes into a ditch as they eyed me!

I was exhilarated as I slowed to a walk on entering Dina’s gate. Dina beckoned to me from the path to the lake. I joined her.

"Care to join me for a swim?"

"I’ll go up and get my trunks."

"Robbi, those ridiculous boy trunks will never do. Just swim in your panties for now. We’ll get some swim suits for you tomorrow."

I smiled as we walked to the lake.

Dina was magnificent in her one piece maillot. I felt so scrawny next to her. She yanked my shorts down. We both giggled. I sat on the grass and undid my sneakers and removed my socks.

"Robbi, you’ve less body hair than many real girls. You really are very fortunate."

My small frame had always embarrassed me as a boy. Now that I would exist as a girl, at least some of the time, I began to think of myself as petite. My lack of body hair and smooth, beardless face would be another great advantage.

With some hesitation I crossed my arms and grasped the bottom of my now sweaty tank top and raised it over my head. I stood nude but for the white panties.

Dina and I joined hands as we waded into the lake. I felt myself lifted and dropped into the water. I came up laughing as I splashed at Dina. "Can’t catch me," I challenged playfully as I swam away from her.

Her hand caught my ankle as we raced toward the deeper water. Dina swam into the cold depths pulling me with her. I realized my aunt was a powerful woman who would likely be a formidable opponent if things got physical.

Dina caught me in a bear hug as we surfaced. Her mouth was over mine as we found our footing. My cock strained against my panties as Dina’s breasts pressed against my chest.

I was forced to bend backwards as Dina lowered her face to my chest. Her tongue on my nipples was thrilling beyond endurance. I moaned; short staccato moans crescendoed as Dina grasped my balls in her hand.

We lay side by side on the grass as the sun dried us. Dina leaned on one elbow, her free hand traced my cockhead through my now dry panties. She nibbled my ear lobe as she freed my now raging hardon from my panties. Her mouth was over my cockhead as her fingers teased the back of my balls. Expert kisses on the base of my cock, tiny nibbles on my male g spot. She licked her way up my shaft . Her mouth was again over my cockhead. I lay back in ecstasy as she swallowed the entire shaft!

Her throat muscles closed over my cock as electricity radiated out from my groin to my toes, to my finger tips, to the depths of my being. It was a completely new sensation and a completely new height of rapture.

Dina leaned her on elbow and smiled at me as I recovered. "Robbi, you’ll learn that Jodi was only a novelty, that there are so many ways to ecstasy beyond what she and her charlatan "Mummie" could ever dream of.

"You’re going to get back at Jodi by being so much better at being what she tries to be."

"Dina, I want to destroy her."

I dressed for dinner in white short shorts and a powder blue blouse. I tried eye liner and mascara. The effect was so incredible! My eyes looked so much larger, so much sexier, so very femme.

After breakfast we drove to a mall near a small town several miles away. After getting some training bras, we shopped for skirts, panties, slips and blouses. Casual clothes were next: jeans, Bermudas, shorts. There was one particularly pretty shirtwaist dress that I liked. I wore it home.

As we drove home I wondered why no nighties or girl’s pajamas. Dina explained before I even asked. "Later this week I have to visit some people at a school called the Janus Academy. There are some lovely specialty shops in the adjacent village. They cater to girls from Janus. I’m quite sure you’ll love their nightgowns and peignoirs. Care to join me?"

"Oh please, Aunt Dina."

"You might like to finish high school at Janus and then go on to its junior college part, You see it’s a very special school for girls like you although real girls attend as well.

Gwen Laurent, an old friend is the director. You will have to deal with a Jody though. Dr. Jody Matthews is a key faculty member. Spells it differently from your former girl friend."

"Oh, it’s not the name that turns me off; it’s that little user. Grrr!!!!"

I was feeling confident enough and secure enough to deal with my feelings. I wondered what would happen if Jodi and I ever met and decided to fight it out. She still could whip me but I felt it would be worth standing up to her.

"Robbi, you realize you’re more attractive than most real girls your age. It would not go well if a boy tries to get his way with you and realizes you’re not a real girl. I want to enroll you in some self-defense classes."

"Oh, Aunt Dina that would be so neat. I would love to get back at some of the bullies back home."

I rested my feet on the dashboard and felt the breeze under my skirt. My skirt was soon at mid thigh. Passing truckers stared down at my legs. I rewarded that flattery by fussing with my skirt and flashing my white nylon panties!

 

LINGERIE

"Aunt Dina, this is so neat! I would love it here."

"I’m sure you will and I’m sure they’ll love you. I’m meeting with Dr. Sloan and Dr. Matthews for a while. I’ll introduce you to Ronni. She’s Dr. Matthews assistant and general factotum. Ronni will walk into town with you and help you shop."

I giggled. "Ronni and Robbi..."

Ronni was around twenty. Rather attractive in an outdoorsy way. Her personality was warm and outgoing without being overwhelming. I was comfortable with her from the first.

"Your aunt wants me to make sure you find everything you need. She says you really don’t have many "grown up" underthings. Just remember you can be sexy without being slutty."

We found ourselves looking at the window display of a ladies specialty shop.

Ronni led me to a special fitting room in back. I awkwardly removed my skirt and blouse. A woman of about forty entered. She took a tape measure and began taking all sorts of measurements I never knew existed.

Ronni helped me into my first panty girdle. The legs were rather short, only about a third down my thighs.

"Boy leg," said Ronni matter of factly.

"Huh?"

"That’s the length. Besides it will help keep your secret "calm" while you try on things."

I blushed at the mention of my "secret."

"Relax, sweets. She knows. Most of the girls at Janus are like you."

Ronni pushed the straps of my full slip off my shoulders. It feel to the floor.

Mrs. Elaine returned with some bras and girdles. I awkwardly unhooked my cotton training bra. It was replaced by a beige, lace edged affair. As I looked at my reflection, the blush returned. I was beautiful, sexy beyond my wildest hopes.

Elaine showed me how to insert the breast forms and push my own meager breasts over the edge of the bra.

A wide garter belt caught my attention. I pulled it on. Ronni opened a package of stockings. I watched intently as she showed me how to roll a stocking in order to put it on without running it. I slid it over my toes and rolled it carefully over my leg. I did the next one on my own.

Ronni and Elaine beamed with satisfaction as I managed to do the garter snaps on the first try.

"May I wear these? I feel so pretty in them."

After selecting some sleep wear we went on to a shoe store. My first basic high heeled pumps!

I raised my skirt so that I could better see my feet as I tried the shoes in the store. The simple act of buying a pair of shoes was outrageous fun!

 

Ronni sat on a chair in the shoe store as I tried on other every day shoes. She casually crossed her legs. As I bent forward I could see her white panties under her skirt.

I was suddenly turned on by new acquaintance. It was at that moment that I began to wonder; was Ronni a girl like me?

"We have one more stop." Ronni was rather mysterious as we turned off the main street and walked through a residential area of modest but comfortable homes.

"You must be Robbi. Do come in. I’m Taylor White."

Taylor White was exotically beautiful. She was medium height with cooper skin tanned darker by the summer sun. Her jet black hair was cut short and framed her beautiful facial bones. I must have been staring.

"Yes, I’m an American Indian. White is short for White Owl. I’m a graduate of Radcliffe. I’m also an expert in native herbs and healing.

"Dina wants me to develop a regimen of herbs for you. Herbs can help you have a more femme body structure. Relax. We’ve been through this with lots of girls like you." Taylor explained black cohosh with me and gave me a supply. One pill after each meal. She said that as my breasts developed I would also feel some mood swings as if I were getting my first period. She gave me some things to counter that problem.

 

LESSONS

The following Monday Dina started me in a nearby martial arts academy. I was to be trained in akido and some karate. I would also lift weights to give me the strength to be truly formidable. The karate was full contact. No sense learning to check each blow. That would only get in the way when it became necessary to use the skills in a real situation.

I had never even heard of akido until that moment. It turned out to be a technique in which you lock your opponents joints in terribly painful pressure holds and bring them to the ground by breaking their balance as you applied the pressure holds.

I loved it. The skinny sissy faggot who ran from fights and got picked on by any and all bullies, was becoming a quick and skillful fighter. I was soon able to do more pushups than most guy athletes my age. My abs were becoming rock hard.

Dina suggested I accompany her to Janus for a different sort of lesson. Ronni would teach me to apply makeup!

I sat at the vanity table in a guest bedroom of the house Ronni shared with Dr. Jody Matthews. A white cotton smock was all the clothing I wore other than my bra and panties. Ronni wore a wrap robe that barely reached her knees.

"Always do the mascara first and then finish your eyes. You’re bound to smear all the other makeup if you do your eyes at any other point in the process."

Foundation, powder, blush all followed. Lip liner and lipstick were mastered.

""Robbi, you look so deliciously sophisticated," Ronni said as she stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders looking at my reflection.

"Delicious enough to eat?"

"Robbi, don’t start if you don’t mean it. I’m so attracted to you. I don’t want us to hurt each other by teasing and disappointing."

She applied the cold cream and helped me remove the heavy makeup. When my face was washed, I reapplied eyeliner and lipstick for a look more suitable to a teenager.

I turned to her as I rose from the chair. "There’s something I ‘vee wanted to know about you since we met...and I’m going to find out now."

I rested my lips against hers as I pushed her back to the bed. I undid her robe and eased it off her shoulders. Black bra and panties against her tanned skin. I pushed her onto the bed.

I lay over her and kissed her deeply. Her tongue probed deep into my throat. She was responding. She pulled my panties down as her fingers slid over my buns. Her finger nails teased me with hints of pain. I was getting very, very hard.

Ronni raised her hips as I worked her elasticized control briefs over her hips. I slid my hand between her legs and pulled her cock free! Ronni was a "girl" like me!

Kneeling beside Ronni, I ran my hand over the head of her majestic cock. I rubbed the shaft. Ronni smiled at me as she whimpered with joy.

I lapped the tip of her cock as I clutched the base of her shaft. I nibbled her scrotum ever so lightly as my hand enveloped her cockhead. My tongue flicked her tasty precum into my hungry mouth.

Massaging her shaft I took her cockhead into my mouth. A scream as she came.

Her cum was so delicious, so choicely delicious. Yet I was not satisfied.

My finger teased her hole. Ronni pulled her thighs so the her knees were at her shoulders. I pushed my cockhead against her hole. "Fuck me," she pleaded in a breathy whisper.

My mouth covered hers as my cock forced its way into her tight butt. Ronni’s rhythmic twisting soon brought me to an intense orgasm!

It was doubly satisfying! I had taken control of an intimate situation with an older, more experienced girl like myself and I had my way with her. And despite her initial protests, she had enjoyed it too!

 

THE MUSEUM

About five months had passed. I spent most of my time with Dina. I was counting the minutes to the spring term when I would start the Janus Academy.

Jodi and Mummie never came back to the summer vacation area. I didn’t miss her. I just longed for what might have been. But that was a fantasy world, a world that never existed and that could never exist.

Dina had some business to attend to in New York. This, she thought, would be a grand opportunity for us to soak up some culture together. Of course, her business would prevent us from spending all our time together.

Dressing for a morning on my own was a challenge. What does a well brought up eighteen year old wear her first time alone in New York? I opted for a pale blue shirtwaist with a crinoline underskirt, white shoes and tan stockings. I lay these things out on the bed of my hotel room. Blue cotton panties under a white mid thigh panty girdle. I really love it when my panties are so clearly visible under the sheer restraint of a girdle! A bra to match. I selected a full slip.

Rather seductive in an all American girl way, I thought as I applied my makeup. I was so much better as a girl than I had ever been as a boy. I was no longer a boy pretending to be a girl but so much more than either a boy or a girl.

I made my way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I sat on the steps as I waited for the museum to open. I was fascinated watching all sorts of people pass. I wondered who would join me in the throng that awaited the opening of the museum.

A rather handsome man of about thirty stood near me and looked me over tentatively. "Good morning," he said in a business like yet embarrassed way.

I smiled uncomfortably, deliberately trying to give the impression of a tourist from the country being made uncomfortable.

"I expected you would approach me from the picture I sent. You are Jodi, aren’t you?"

"Hardly. I’m quite sure you have the wrong person." I was rather excited by the odd coincidence that he mistook me for a blind date named Jodi.

"So sorry. I had or hopefully still have an appointment to meet a girl about your age here."

"Blind date?"

"Kind of. Business and pleasure."

This had to be the Jodi I knew. It was she who dashed up the steps! "Excuse me but you must be Ken."

"You must be Jodi."

"I am and I wish you wouldn’t talk to this hick tourist." Jodi dint recognize me!

This was the perfect opportunity for some fun and the start of my getting even with Jodi.

Jodi was clearly not in her little girl mode. She wore a black off the shoulder top over a voluminous white skirt. Black patent pumps with at least three and a half inch heels set off what I have to admit were her superb legs.

"Really! A New York working girl dares to call me a hick. And what career do you work at to afford those elegant clothes?"

"You nervy bitch," growled Jodi as she swung her white leather clutch purse at me. I caught her wrist. She rose to her tiptoes to relieve the pain in her arm caused by the akido pressure hold. Her "date" fidgeted. What ever skit he hoped to act out with her was losing its appeal.

Jodi was furious as I released her wrist and gave her a provocative smile. I had been hoping to collect a crowd but the museum had opened and it was beginning to drizzle. Still, I could humiliate Jodi and cost her client without having an audience to watch.

"Just go back to whatever rural rock you crawled out from under," said Jodi in an attempt at bravado.

"Do you think you could send me on my way?"

"You’ll pay for that arrogance," glared Jodi with a look of uncertainty revealed in eyes.

She dropped her purse to the ground and reached for my hair. I side stepped and pushed her forward letting her own momentum drive her off balance. My wrist grabbed the top of her forearm. I kept twisting her from side to side denying her a chance to regain her poise. As I twisted her, the skirt spun out like a ballroom dancer’s. Her "date’s" jaw dropped as her stocking tops became visible. A few gawkers on the sidewalk noticed and stared.

"You’ve made your point. Let me go," whined Jodi with far less assurance than she had a few moments ago. "Please...please. You’re mortifying me."

I forced Jodi to her knees. Sitting on the steps, I pulled her over my lap. She kicked and twist in a hopeless attempt to break free. I dug my fingers into her neck and pushed her head down. Her kicking raised her skirt. I released her neck and pushed the skirt all the way over her waist. Her white, shiny panties covered her nicely rounded butt. Her skin was so smooth above the dark tops of her off black stockings. I raised my free hand slapped her butt.

The "date" ran down the steps and vanished onto Fifth Avenue.

"Please, please..." She was crying. "What have I done to you to deserve this? Please...stop" Her voice trailed off to whisper as her sobbing grew louder.

"Do you really think I have to explain any of this to you?" A slap. "You’re just such an arrogant girl who needed to be taken down a few pegs." A slap. "And I’ll bet you would have taken that poor foolish man’s money because he believed you were just so, so domme!" Another slap.

I stood up dumping Jodi to the concrete. A faint look of recognition crossed her tear stained face as she looked up at me.

Undaunted, I walked slowly toward the entrance. Glancing over my shoulder, I waved my fingers at Jodi. Mascara stained her pretty cheeks as her tears smudged her makeup. She got to her feet and arranged her skirt and what was left of her dignity. I took that too by simply looking at her and blowing a kiss.

Jodi retreated into a taxi.

About ninety minutes later I opted for pastry and coffee in the museum’s dining area. I crossed and recrossed my legs deliberately affording glimpses of thighs to the few men in the museum on weekday morning. I felt my face grow warm when I noticed that some rather sophisticated and attractive ladies were also taken by innocent display.

A shadow fell across coffee cup. Jodi stood uncomfortably before me. She had changed her clothes. A white silky blouse was open enough to show the lace edge of her bra. Black slacks with a scarf at the waist gave her cliched look an air of individuality. She was apparently well tucked for there was no hint of a male bulge.

"Hi. I really don’t want you to think I’m following you but I was hoping to find you ."

"Do I know you?"

"I know I was a really an arrogant bitch this morning. I’m sorry."

"Sorry you’re a bitch or sorry I spanked you?"

"Well...both I guess," answered Jodi becoming more uncomfortable.

"What is your point?"

"I’m sure we’ve met before. You look so terribly familiar."

"Really? Perhaps I just remind you of some of the other girls who’ve kicked that cute butt of yours."

Jodi was really looking uncomfortable. It was time to throw her a change up.

"Do sit down."

Jodi smiled as she sat down. She crossed her legs, placed an elbow on her knee and rested her chin on her hand. Her eyes twinkled as she scanned my face hoping to unlock the puzzle of my familiarity.

"Damn. It must be that you do remind of someone else. Ad you have to be much more worldly than I thought you were to have figured out what my date was all about. "

"Rather odd but I know you bear a strange resemblance to a much younger girl," I smiled knowing that I was taking control of the situation. "And don’t flatter yourself on subtlety... You’re much more transparent than you think." Jodi reddened and squirmed uncomfortably.

A short time later Jodi and I were strolling through the galleries. There were very few people in the museum. I casually took Jodi’s hand. Our fingers intertwined affectionately. Few people even gave us a second glance. After this was the New York of the late fifties. Pre-Stonewall but still its arty places were tolerant or at least accepting of "queer" people especially two young and attractive lesbians.

We meandered into an isolated alcove. Still holding hands, I faced Jodi. She stared into my eyes longingly. Was it for real? Our lips brushed lightly at first. Mouths opened, tongues touch fleetingly. We stepped back. "Not here," Jodi said breathlessly.

As we returned to the gallery my hand rested on the small of Jodi’s back. My finger tips soon traced the cleft of her adorable bottom. I ran my fingers over the hem of her full cut panties. Jodi was breathing rapidly. "Please, not here. You’re getting me so hot!"

"Oh, it’s probably just the novelty of having had your bottom spanked."

It was drizzling lightly as I walked Jodi home to the east seventies duplex apartment that served her and Mummie as living space and work place.

"Please come up," Jodi asked.

"Perhaps another time."

"Promise to call. Here’s my card."

I stuck the card in my raincoat pocket after a cursory glance.

"Well, hello Jodi." I kissed her lightly on the lips.

She called after me as I walked to the corner. "Promise to call. I don’t even know your name!"

"I promise. I’m Robbi."

 

MOTHER IS ANGRY

Jodi raced into the apartment. Mummie stood waiting for her, arms akimbo, a rather severe expression on her face. She was formidable. Medium height, full curves, deceptively strong. Her four inch heels added the exquisitely muscular shape of her legs which were further enhanced by sheer black stockings.. The hem of her gray skirt just touched her knees. A blue silk blouse. Her still black hair was in a French knot.

"Mummie, I had the strangest morning..."

"I heard. Some hick tourist humiliated you and drove off your fee playing client. Then you changed and went I don’t know where. I don’t want to hear of your failures from clients."

"I went back and found her. Somehow she turned me on soooo completely. But don’t think she’s easy. This girl is quick and strong. I think she’s been trained to fight.

"I made her promise to call me."

"Jodi, I didn’t raise you to be what you are for you to indulge your whims and crushes."

"But Mother, this is sooo different"

"Don’t ever talk to me in that tone."

"I’m sorry."

"You do need some release. Party dress!"

Jodi retired to her room and undressed. As she removed her gaff her cock sprang to full erection. "I want her so badly," she thought as she almost broke into tears.

Jodi brushed out her hair as she studied herself in the full length mirror. Except for her cock, she was a flawlessly attractive girl. Not that her cock made her less attractive; to many it made her even more attractive.

Her nimble fingers fashioned pig-tail braids. She stood as she stepped into white nylon panties with little lace ruffles at the leg openings. A full slip/petticoat combination followed. Knee socks and Mary Janes.

Jodi twirled in front of the mirror. The effect was devastating.

"Mummie, I don’t need that dress," she whined in her best little girl inflection.

Mummie nodded approvingly as Jodi entered the room.

"Help mother undress."

Jodi stood facing Mummie and unbuttoned the older woman’s blouse. Mummie’s hand reached under Jodi’s bouffant petti. Jodi quivered as Mummie squeezed her balls.

Mummie stepped of her skirt. A black lace longline bra made her superb body even more seductive. The tailored black panties highlighted the mature curve of her very firm bottom. The smooth skin of her thighs glowed in the gap above the even darker tops of sheer black stockings. Her awesomely beautiful thighs bulged ever so slightly above the tops of the hose. The taught panties emphasized the fullness of her very female mons.

Jodi dropped to her knees and kissed Mummie’s shoes. Slowly rising to a kneeling position, she kissed Mummies calves, the back of her knees. Her tongue followed the straps of her garters to the hem of her panties. Jodi sucked a few of the stray wisps of pubic hair that showed under the hem of the silk and lace panties. Mummie grasped Jodi’s hair firmly and pulled her face from her moistening panties. Releasing Jodi’s hair from her strong grasp, she languidly relaxed her fingers in front of Jodi’s face, touched her fingertips to the childlike lips. Jodi kissed each fingertip. Her lips parted as she took Mummie’s index finger in her mouth. She tongued it, suck it gently as if it were a cock. The older woman reached down and took Jodi’s face between her palms.

They knelt facing each other. They kissed deeply, slowly. Mummie pushed Jodi onto her back. She knelt and pulled her panty crotch aside baring her full, firm bottom. Jodi’s tongue soon found the round rosette. Mummie quivered and moaned as Jodi expertly paid homage to bottom.

Suddenly Mummie’s finger nails were digging into Jodi’s tender bottom.

"Owww. Why are you hurting me like that?"

"Jodi, you mess up like you did this morning and I will hurt you permanently."

Mummie bent over Jodi and swallowed her cock just as Jodi exploded.

Jodi and Mummie had dinner at home in anticipation of a client. Jodi told Mummie the entire story of her encounter with Robbi.

"If that girl is as good as you say she is, she has potential to be great in this business. She’s no naive babe in the woods if she knew what you were doing with that client. Besides we can use a real girl your age in this operation.

"I’m sure the competition will keep you sharp. Odd that you thought you knew her."

"I know. It got me upset, like anxious. It was kind of scary. Said her name’s Robbi."

"Robbi, Robbi? Does have a familiar ring to it."

The phone ended the conversation.

 

Jodi smoothed her skirt over her legs as she answered the phone. How different from the little girl in petticoats who submitted to Mummie a few hours earlier. The full length hostess skirt was slit inordinately high. Knee length white kidskin boots drew the eye to the pearl gray stockings. A white high collared blouse gave the young woman an almost Victorian air that was augmented by the Gibbon girl hair style. The blouse was sheer enough to allow her black bra to be seen in detail. Blood red lipstick matched the polish of her long nails.

Jodi reacted with too much real excitement for Mummie’s taste. Mummie eyed Jodi disdainfully.

"Robbi!....You kept your word. I didn’t expect you to call so soon...We can meet tomorrow." Mummie drew her finger across her throat.

"Robbi, I have to go. Please call in the morning. No, no. Let me call you. Give me your .."

Mummie pressed the phone cradle. The conversation ended abruptly. Jodi looked at her step-mother in terror.

"Jodi, you are not a real girl. Don’t ever forget that. You are not even a real person. You are my creation. You function only in the context that I allow. You exist in my world."

Jodi fought back the tears. She had to compose herself. If she didn’t do well by

this evening’s client, she might find herself as Mummie’s maid and victim rather than heir apparent to her dominatrix trade. Worse still, she might be out on the street.

Jodi’s anger and aggression were the driving force as she sensually stripped out of her blouse and skirt. The client stood before her in powder blue panties. Jodi sneered as she stood in front of him. She reached down and twisted his balls.

"Pathetic," she hissed as he fell to the floor in pain.

He got to his feet and suared of with her. He jabbed at her ineffectively. Jodi landed a combination of punches. He was dazed. A right cross sent him reeling. A sharp blow to the mid-section doubled him over. A swift kick to his butt left him sprawled on his face. Jodi sat over him, ground her bottom into his face. He writhed ineffectually against the suffocation that was bringing him to orgasm. The slender amazon pulled the client’s cock from the panties. A few strokes sent a geyser of cum over his flaccid belly.

Jodi knelt over the exhausted client. She pulled her cock from her panties. Reclining on her side, she shoved her hardon into the client’s mouth. His oral ministrations were amateurish. Despite the client’s ineptitude, Jodi’s anger and passions soon filled his mouth with her hot cum!

"Jodi , you are just to beautiful, too talented, too well trained to risk playing around with that girl from the museum." Mummie was clearly pleased with the performance.

Jodi showered and got ready for bed. Tears ran down her cheeks as she brushed her hair. Mummie was right. Jodi could fit in nowhere but in Mummie’s world of fantasy. First that boy she met at the swing and now this real girl. No; this time she was going to try to return the affection. Maybe she could break free and get some sort of semblance of her own life.

She looked at her bedside clock as she turned of her lamp. How long before Robbi would call? It struck her that the boy from the swing was named Rob and he had become Robbi for the vignette they performed with a client. The girl at the museum was too pretty, too femme to be that sorry excuse for a boy. And besides, I beat him every time we fought. This girl couldn’t possibly be the same person as that little faggot. Just coincidence. She pulled the covers to her chin and slept.

The maid served Jodi her cocoa in bed. The phone rang as she poured her second cup. She picked up the extension.

"Robbi! Thank goodness you called. I feel so lonely."

"Let’s meet for lunch. We’ve a lot to talk about. We have so much in common."

"Yes, Reuben’s at noon. Robbi, we do have a lot in common"

"More than you think."

"You seemed so naive yet you picked up on what I’m all about in a second. There’s more to you than I would have guessed."

"Darling, you’re quite right. There’s more to me than you could begin to guess. Until noon."

Robbi turned to Dina. "I’m going to break her. Hurt her like she hurt me."

Dina spoke seriously. "Perhaps it’s Mummie or Madam who should be the object of your revenge."

 

CHATTING

Robbi brushed her hair into a pageboy. White bra. White panties under a firm control long leg panty girdle. Black, of course, to let the white panties show through.

Green dress. Pearls. Neutral stockings with beige pumps.

Jodi reached for a white open bottom girdle. She threw it back into the drawer.

"No," she thought. "I’m a college age girl meeting a friend for lunch." She slipped into jeans and a sweat shirt over her plainest, most non-descript bra and panties.

The ladies specialty chain store on Second Avenue had what she was after. Day of the week panties with little appliqués. A real girl would wear this. A few other items, all more practical, less glamorous than she was used to.

Jodi felt so good about herself as she pulled her hair into a pony tail. She felt more like a real nineteen year old girl than she had ever felt. A shirtwaist dress with a flair skirt. Sensible shoes. She grabbed her camel hair polo coat from the closet.

It took the doorman a second to recognize her. "Mike, a cab please."

"You look especially pretty this morning Miss Jodi," responded the doorman as he whistled a cab.

Jodi’s legs attracted some attention as she emerged from the cab. She felt good about herself. She realized she need not be a masturbation fantasy brought to life to attract attention. Her reflection in a shop window pleased her enormously and reinforced her positive feelings.

Salad, eggs Benedict, white wine, and very good conversation.

The two held hands as they walked up Fifth Avenue toward the zoo.

Jodi leaned her head on Jodi’s shoulder as they entered the park. They sat on a bench. Jodi turned toward Robbi and grasped her hand. She told of her bizarre upbringing, of her unusual but very lucrative occupation. of her specialty of appearing as a young girl and turning very domme when so dressed.

Painfully, tearfully she told of being denied ordinary feelings like she had toward the girl facing her. Robbi kissed the palm of Jodi’s hand.

Please come up to our apartment. Mummie is out. She’s discussing filming some of our vignettes. There’s a market for mixed fights and cat fights."

"Darling, you don’t need Mummie. You’re just so lithe and so gracefully athletic. You could easily be featured dancer on the impersonator circuit. Any domme service would be a very profitable sideline."

"Oh gosh, yes! I cold be a real person with a reputation and identity of my own and not have to live full time in Mummie’s fantasy world. She treats me like a puppet. There are times when I hate her, when I want to get away and have my own life!"

The maid let the girls into the apartment. The foyer was decorated with several portraits of Jodi in young girl attire. Robbi had to admit that Mummie had some ability as a portrait artist. She even managed to give Jodi an intimidating air while painting her as a young innocent! Robbi, despite having put herself in control of the situation, in spite of having taken over Jodi’s emotions, was slightly awed by the little girl whose eyes betrayed her sense of domination. A shiver, not entirely unpleasant, ran through her. This room was the waiting room for clients!

An aperitif and a tour of the duplex.

"Jodi, your closets are wonderful! So many outfits. Yummy fashions and really wild fetish gear. I love it!"

"You wouldn’t if you had to wear it all on demand."

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of what you have to put up with."

Jodi started to shake. "Robbi, hold me. Hold me and love me."

The kiss was slow and deep, made sweeter by Jodi’s salt tears. They fell onto the bed. Shoes kicked off. Skirts were pushed waist high in eagerness to explore.

They stood to undress each other. They stepped back to appreciate, to cherish their loveliness. Jodi was transfixed by the effect of the white panties under Robbi’s black panty girdle. She knelt and kissed the cleft of her lover’s cheeks. Robbi sat and undid her garter snaps. As soon Robbi removed her stockings, Jodi kissed the arch of her foot. She sucked Robbi’s toes.

Robbi wiggled her way out of the panty girdle. Jodi kissed Robbi as she felt her lover’s crotch. Her breath caught in her throat. "You’re like me!" Her breathy whisper was accompanied by a passionate hug as Jodi cupped Robbi’s butt in her hands.

Again the two fell on the bed. Warm nude bodies pressed against each other. Eyes, finger tips, tongues explored every surface, every cleft. An incredibly long, intense sixty-nine led an even more intense mutual orgasm.

They dozed in each other’s arms each more content, more at peace than they had been in too long.

 

CONFRONTATION

The two lovers dressed hurriedly as they heard Mummie storm into the apartment. It was unclear who was confronting whom as they stared at Mummie. The girls wore only bras and panties! They slipped into their heels. They felt competent rather than vulnerable despite their deshabile!

Mummie was livid as she mocked Jodi’s cute day of the week panties. "You look like a fool! You will impress no one in those ridiculous panties.."

Robbi interrupted Mummie’s rage. "Don’t you ever talk to her like that. Perhaps you’re the one who’s ridiculous, the fool."

"How dare you?" Mummie was clearly taken aback, even intimidated by the unexpected response.

"Oh I dare easily," responded Robbi.

"Yes, you’re the hick who embarrassed her, cost her a fee."

"Cost you a fee, you mean."

Mummie charged at Robbi. Robbi caught the older woman’s arm and yanked it behind her back. The hammer lock was made even more effective as the young transvestite yanked Mummie’s head back by her hair.

Robbi shoved Mummie away from her. Mummie spun around and swung at Robbi who parried the blow and locked Mummie’s arm in an akido hold. Mummie was forced to the floor.

"Enough," bellowed Mummie through the anguish of her pain and humiliation at suddenly being overpowered by this skinny girl. Robbi placed her knee in the small of Mummie’s back. She pulled Mummie’s skirt up over her hips.

Mummie was breathing hard as she tried to buck Robbi off. Robbi grasped the larger woman’s neck and pushed her face into the hardwood floor. "Do behave yourself," taunted the slender girl. She straddled Mummie and playfully caressed Mummie’s panty-girdled rump.

"Oh dear. Such a tight foundation garment. Oooh, I would love to have at that yummy tush."

Mummie struggled in vain attempt to roll over and throw Robbi to the floor. Robbi reached between her victim’s thighs. "Oooh! Getting wet. You must like this."

Robbi rose to her feet still keeping control of the overpowered but by no means defeated woman. Mummie got to her knees. She flailed at Robbi. An arm bar had Mummie on her side in anguish. "You are sooo tiresome," teased Robbi as she released the arm. Mummie collapsed in tears.

Robbi smiled at Jodi. "Really, darling...she’s upset at the thought of losing you. You’re the class and the talent of this operation. She’s past it."

Jodi put on a robe and fetched a Drambuie for Mummie who sat on the floor with her legs folded under her. Robbi was fascinated by the taught black nylon covering the woman’s otherwise exposed and vulnerable pussy. Gradually Mummie composed herself.

"I am tiresome," she said to Jodi.

Robbi raised Mummie to her feet. For an instant she felt badly for the fallen dominatrix who had caused her so much emotional pain by manipulating Jodi to be a tool to be used in business. Taking the woman’s thick hair in her hand she twisted her head back and kissed her. Mummie responded. The kiss was intense.

"Gee," laughed Jodi. "I’m going to take a bath."

Robbi stood in front of Mummie as she undid the buttons of her dress. Mummie was as still as statue as the dress fell to the floor. The swell of flesh at above the waist of her brief, black panty girdle gave the larger woman a degree of sensuality that aroused and fascinated Robbi.

Robbi reached behind her back and undid her bra. She shrugged it to the floor. Mummie’s eyes were wide with lust as she stared at the trannie’s tiny breasts. Robbi guided Mummie’s mouth to her nipple. She quivered as the skilled and experienced tongue swirled over the tiny hard nipple.

"You do know what Jodi and I have in common." Robbi pulled her panty crotch aside and bared her cock. "And even you can realize what Jodi means to me. Hurt her, browbeat her, thwart her in any way, I’ll destroy you."

Mummie was shoved back onto the bed. Robbi fondled the full breasts made even fuller by the low cut, black lace push-up bra. She straddled Mummie’s face. Robbi quivered and moaned as Mummie tongued the back of her balls.

She rolled Mummie onto her stomach and unhooked the bra. She massaged the tense muscles of her victim who was now her lover. Again she rolled Mummie over. She sat on the woman’s thighs as she massaged the full yet firm breasts. Kneeling over the defeated dominatrix, Robbi lightly sucked each nipple in turn. Her lips teased the large dark aureoles. Mummie pushed her breasts together as Robbi slid her cock between them. "Stand up," Robbi suddenly ordered harshly.

"Please cum on me," pleaded Mummie. "I need to taste your cum!"

Robbi responded by slapping Mummie’s face. "Not now! Just get on your feet."

Mummie obeyed.

Robbi undid the garters and tugged the panty girdle down to Mummie’s knees. The tight garment hobbled the woman. Robbi made her walk or try to walk. Mummie fell to her knees. A resounding slap reddened the full, shapely bottom.

"Oooh I hurt that yummy tush. Stand up and let me kiss it better."

Mummie had no choice but to obey. And why wouldn’t she obey? Robbi lightly kissed the base of Mummie’s spine. Her tongue teased the crack as her hand worked its way between the full thighs held together by the half-masted panty girdle. She withdrew her now moist finger tips and gave pressed them against Mummie’s greedy lips. The former dominatrix hungrily consumed her own juices.

Robbi pushed Mummie onto her back. She greedily lapped the juices from Mummie’s inner thighs. Her thumb and forefinger found the hard clit. Her lips followed. The young trannie’s tongue plunged deep into the woman’s wet slit. Again, the clit was teased, even tormented to greater and greater and greater arousal until Mummie screamed in the ecstasy of climax and of submission.

Robbi shoved her cock at Mummie’s face. "Wet me," she demanded.

The panty girdle was discarded. Mummie tried to swallow Robbi’s cock to no avail. The girl pushed her victim’s knees to her shoulders. Mummie realized what she was doing. "No, no! I’ve never had it there! Please, please don’t hurt me!"

"You sound like a ridiculous prig."

Robbi’s mouth covered Mummie’s as she penetrated her tight asshole. Mummie yelped and then moaned as she began to rock from side to side. The older woman was whimpering as she built up to her second climax in only a few minutes. Robbi went rigid and convulsed as she shot her wad into Mummie’s bottom.

Mummie pressed Robbi’s face against her breast. The girl’s tongue slowly circled the woman’s nipple. Robbi worked her face between Mummie’s breasts. Suddenly she could barely breath as Mummie wrapped her legs around Robbi’s wait as she trapped the girls face between her breasts. Robbi was trapped!

"You upstart bitch! You’ll beg to be my slave." She shot her knee at Robbi’s crotch. Robbi managed to get a hand free of the scissors hold. She grasped Mummie’s face in a claw hold. Her finger pressed against nerve centers causing the older woman to screech in pain. Mummie began to lose consciousness as Robbi relentlessly pressed on vulnerable nerve centers.

Robbi pushed the unconscious woman to the floor. She rummaged in Jodi’s dresser for an open bottom girdle. She slid the constricting garment over Mummie’s head. She pulled it over her body leaving the arms inside the girdle. Mummie was effectively and helplessly bound by the girdle!

Robbi glowered at the helpless dominatrix. Jodi reentered the room. She was at first startled to see Mummie so disheveled, so restrained, so defeated. Jodi stared and burst into laughter.

Mummie spent the night on the floor while Jodi and Robbi spent the night in a tender embrace.

 

A NEW DAY

Robbi called Aunt Dina as soon as she was awake.

"Jodi, start packing. You’ll stay with Aunt Dina until you set up your own place."

Jodi started kissing Robbi’s face. "Thank you, thank you. I love you, love you."

"Jodi, there’s a lot of stuff you have to earn to do."

"I know and I’m so scared but I’m so happy at being free." Her shoulders heaved as she cried through her smile.

Dina greeted the two smartly dressed girls as they entered the hotel apartment where Robbi and Dina were staying. Dina held Jodi against her as the young girl wept openly.

"I feel so stupid. I don’t know why I’m like this...I should be shrieking with joy..."

Dina cradled Jodi in her arms. "There, there let it out. Robbi, draw her a warm bath."

Jodi emerged from the refreshed and relaxed but debilitated from the emotionally charged events of the last few days. Dina and Robbi wrapped her in a bath towel and rubbed her dry. Dina handed a pair of white cotton brief panties onto Jodi. She adjusted them as she tucked herself. "Real girls wear this sometimes, right? Mummie never allowed me real things. It was always pretend. Probably so ordinary for you, Robbi but so special, such a treat for me."

A plain matching bra was laid on the bed in Robbi’s room. Knee socks and penny loafers followed. With the navy a-line skirt and white Peter Pan collar blouse. Jodi soon was every bit the college girl visiting New York

The three moved to the living room. Jodi was comfortable, relaxed.

"Jodi, I’ve made some calls on your behalf. A friend of mine has a brownstone in the Village. There is a separate apartment that she will let you use rent free until you have a steady income. She’s involved in dance and will see that you get some training. Tomorrow we’ll start shopping for dance attire for you and for a practical wardrobe as befits your age and your very good looks."

Robbi started casually playing pop standards on the piano.

"Gee, you’re really good," smiled Jodi. She began to hum the songs.

"Don’t underestimate your ear for music," Dina said supportively. "We’ll have to do something with your voice."

Soon Jodi sang to Robbi’s playing. Her voice was clearly untrained but very, very good.

A few mornings later Robbi and Jodi emerged from a taxi on Second Avenue and Fourth Street. Jodi’s trench coat fell open enough to reveal her black mesh tights and leotard. A few steps later they were in front of a cabaret marked "Eighty-two Club."

"Why are we here? I’ve never heard of this place. Why would a nightclub hire a transvestite as a dancer?"

"Damn, Jodi. You really were held back by Mummie. You’re like a naive babe in the woods. This is the most popular transvestite show in New York."

Robbi steered Jodi into the club. Several trannies were auditioning for the chorus. They ranged from unbelievably attractive to coarse. Few could move as well Jodi despite her lack of training.

Her seductive yet innocent way of using her thumbs to modestly snap the full coverage seat of her leotard over her shapely little tush was endearing. Of course the occasional glimpse of panty under the tights didn’t repel anyone either. Jodi had no trouble picking up on the combinations of steps the dance captain demonstrated. Her sense of rhythm was flawless. This ponytailed newcomer was a talent to be reckoned with!

Jodi practically floated down the street. She kept kissing Robbi’s cheek. "Thank you, thank you. I just love you to bits. You and Dina saved me.

"I can’t believe I did that. They kept dismissing girls who couldn’t measure up and I did it! I did it as me! It’s just so neat to be me!"

"Darling, I have to burst your balloon at least temporarily. There’s some unfinished business with Mummie. We’ve got to get some of your things from her and there’s got to be some money due you from having been exploited by her.

"You may not want to right now but this will put some closure on your life with her."

 

SEVERING TIES

Jodi spent several days sorting out her belongings and packing. Robbi accompanied her each time. Mummie simply glared at them but kept a low profile. A few days later Jodi’s belongings were moved to her new apartment in the Village.

Jodi went to collect her jewelry. Robbi was hoping for a certified check for money due Jodi.

They were confronted by a man and a woman as they entered the apartment. Mummie smiled menacingly. "My new friends will give you something to remember me by."

The man moved in front of Robbi. "A good offense is the best defense," laughed Jodi deceptively. She grabbed the man by his shirt and yanked him toward her. A knee to his crotch doubled him over. Robbi knew she had to make fast work of him. As he started to straighten up Robbi sank her finger nails into his ears yanking his face down. His face was met by Robbi’s rapidly rising knee. Blood spurted from the man’s broken nose.

The transvestite followed up her advantage as she pistoned her knee into her already vanquished foe’s ribs. Look of shock on his face as he fell to his knees. The girl grabbed his wrist. Her brutish opponent was whimpering as she applied pressure! The snaps of bones was audible as he broke his arm!

Jodi immediately had her hands in the woman’s blond hair. She swung her off her feet. Jodi kept her at bay but made no headway against the powerful and shapely woman.

The younger girl managed to kick the feet out from under her adversary. As she started to get to her feet she noticed the beating her partner was receiving from this slip of a girl who looked like she stepped from the pages of a teen fashion magazine.

"Okay, okay! I give. I’m on your side now"

"Prove it," ordered Jodi.

The woman rose. Her nostrils flared as she stepped toward the now subjugated brute. A look of intense hatred as she flung him to the floor. With intensity born of resentment over years of abuse, she kicked his ribs.

"Bastard!" She sobbed.

Mummie was literally and figuratively backed into a corner. "Just take your things and get out of my place."

"Bet you wish you could have filmed me working him over," tormented Robbi.

The girls treated themslves to a taxi back to the hotel apartment.

Robbi turned serious as they walked into the lobby. "You know I’m not so sure that that apartment is really hers by rights. We’ve got to find out if your real mother left you any money or trust funds. I’ll bet that silly cow used your inheritance to buy that apartment and to set up her trade. Some trade. All she did was exploit you."

 

RECOGNITION

Robbi met Jodi at the Sixth Avenue ballet school where Jodi was taking the first formal dance training of her life. They held hands as they walked across the park to the brownstone where Jodi had her new apartment.

"I’m so pleased you’re letting me make you lunch," smiled Jodi.

Robbi looked around as Jodi fussed in the kitchen. She noticed Jodi had some marble covered notebooks she had labeled "DIARY."

"Oh those are kind of silly. Just kid stuff. I was reading through them before I throw them out."

"Jodi, that’s not right. These are a part of you." A pensive pause. "Do you have one from last summer?"

"Part of the summer. It’s when I really started to realize what the cow was doing to me. I started getting angry. No, I was angry for a long time. It just started to come out. What set it off was this boy that I really liked.

"Oh, oh... No wonder you looked so familiar. You were Rob. We did that vignette where you were the maid!. YES!"

Her arms were around Robbi’s neck as she kissed her lover. "God, you must have cared so much to become like me and find me."

"I wanted to find you but that meeting at the museum was chance. Call it fate but we were meant to be together.

"We’re going to have to be apart for a while though. I’m going off to finish high school in January."

"Sure. No sweat." Tears came to Jodi’s eyes. "You’ll be in boy drag and find a real girl to turn you on. I’ll lose you and I’ll be no one without you."

"Not like that at all. It’s not a coed school. It’s a school for girls like us!"

The two kept reaching across the table as they ate. It wasn’t enough for the two lovers to gaze at each other. The had to rest finger tips on wrists, feel the electricity of their mutual attraction which felt so complete yet continued to grow with each caress, with each kiss no matter how gentle, no matter how intense.

(continued)

 

 

 

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