The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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DRAWING FOR STRAWS...
Being a junior in high school in today's world can be an
extraordinary adventure. It is a time in life when one feels
neither fish nor foul, boy nor man, girl nor woman.
Experimentation with the things of life are conventional.
Sex is commonplace. Research into everything is a craving.
Even excursions into homosexual behavior are tried, then
usually discarded. The world seems somehow wide open to all.
It was during this uncertain time of my life that I
encountered an area of living that was new to me, but which
would have a lasting impression on me for many years to come.
It all started out as an asinine child's game. A bunch
of us - boys and girls - decided to draw straws. Whoever
drew the short straw would be at the mercy and reasonable
dictates of the rest. As good or bad fortune would have it,
I ended up with the short end of the straw.
The rest of the gang huddled briefly, then laughingly
told me my plight for the following day and evening. I was
to arrive at school the next morning in drag! Fuck, I
thought...I can't handle that one. But...I had to. The damn
straw game was partly my creation in the first place.
I told them I had no clothes for it...and no idea what
to wear or how to act..or anything. The whole thing would be
ridiculous. The girls of the gathering assured me they would
take care of it all, and would even come by my house that
night to get me fixed up.
Ohhhh...there was one other condition. No one else in
the school was to know it was me. I HAD to try to pass for
the entire school!
Three girls came over about 7:00 that evening with a
couple of bags of clothing and accessories. Fortunately my
parents were out of town for two days, so we had the run of
the house. With great reluctance, I retired to my bedroom
and donned the clothing they had selected for me, and
returned to them attired in a dark, padded bra and black
panties. My body had never had much hair on it. The blond
peachfuss on my arms and legs were almost unnoticeable. An
additional benefit to my favor was an almost total lack of
male muscles. When I was younger, I had been told by a few
that I had a certain girl-like appearance about me, which
embarrassed me to no end. Now I end up being decorated in
feminine clothing to be Queen For A Day.
The girls stood back looked me over. Hell, they said I
looked smashing. Heels were out of the question. I had no
time to get used to them. Besides, the high school girls
were not wearing high heels to school. They were much too
dressy then...and still are.
Out of their bag of goodies came a red blouse, a black,
flannel skirt, bobby sox and sandals. That was the look of
the day. I slipped into the skirt and managed to zip it up
over my hips. The tight fit of the material offered an
appreciable view of my rather curvaceous ass. I have to
confess I felt an immediate rush when my hands found
themselves exploring the tautness of the skirt. Hell, I
could not believe this was happening to me!
I put on the blouse, then pulled on the white wool socks
and sandals. One of the girls rolled the heavy socks down
around my ankles. She also took the opportunity to explore
the shape and smoothness of my legs. She was
impressed...they all were.
Now, the coup de grace...a blond wig. Well, it was
really a blond fall. An expensive one.
I walked over and swung open the hall closet door with
the full-length mirror. What came back at me blew me away.
Good grief...that was ME? The girls laughed as I ogled their
creation. I turned from one side, then the other. I
examined my ass through the skirt. I pulled the skirt up and
checked out my long, cute legs. I...posed.
One of the girls promised to come by the next morning to
do my makeup. They all kissed me good-bye and left, assuring
me everything would be great fun and NO ONE would know who
the new girl on the block was. Oh...I was to be "Sally
Powers."
Once they left, there I was...alone in drag. I
sauntered back to the full-length mirror. I looked for
imperfections..."reading material." Ego notwithstanding, I
really could not find any. I walked back into the living
room and practiced movements...walking, sitting, hands on my
hips, hands on my ass... I pulled a chair to the mirror and
sat, crossing my legs, allowing the calve muscle to shape
itself...just right. The tightness of the skirt caused the
material to slide up over my knees. Hell, they might read my
legs! I pulled the skirt up further...well, maybe not...!
I walked back to the living room and flopped on the couch. A
feeling crept through me like nothing I had experienced. It
was the most intense rush I had ever encountered. I flushed
all over. It was a sexual moment. The feminine domination
was overwhelming. I didn't want to change clothes!
Tomorrow would be the adventure of a lifetime. I
reluctantly removed the skirt and blouse...and slept in the
panties and bra.
I awoke early, like 5:00. My hand slipped past the bra
and I quickly realized what the day held for me. The girl
would be here with the makeup around 7:00. I felt for the
black panties. They were still intact. They felt so
seductive. I kicked off the covers and laid on the bed for
awhile in the bra and panties. I wondered if I would pass...
just like I was! Perhaps not...
I finally arose, jumped in the shower, then jumped back
into MY panties and bra, then the skirt and blouse, then the
socks and sandals. I brushed out the blond fall and tried it
on again. I was still impressed...and excited.
When the girl finally arrived, we went into my mother's
vanity area for my makeup. Good grief, was I looking good.
She did one hell of a job with the makeup and even brought
along an extra purse for me. She assured me the others
involved in the drawing PROMISED not to tell a soul.
My one last concern was my voice. It was male. She
coached me in talking with a whisper effect, to giggle
slightly, never laugh loudly. I walked around the room as
she watched my every move. We did a quick study in sitting,
crossing and uncrossing my legs, facial mannerisms. She
seemed to enjoy all of this immensely. I was now sort
her...creation. She wanted very much for it to work. So did
I. It was becoming much more important to me than I could
ever have imagined it would.
The school was close. We walked there together. New
girl on the block. We were shortly joined by a guy we both
knew! He looked over at me and said HI. I smiled and
whispered a HI. She introduced me to him as Sally Powers -
new in town. He just said GREAT and we kept walking. I
could not believe this!
When we got to the school, they said their see ya laters
and I walked into the front office to register as a new
student. I told them I had left my ID at home, but would
bring it in tomorrow. I filled out the paperwork, using my
aunt's address in San Francisco as my old address and a
neighbor as my new address. It was getting a little
complicated. I was finally assigned a homeroom. Thankfully
it was not the one I had been in.
I walked into the room and sat down at a desk. My
classes were assigned to me. Many were the same ones I had.
A few girls introduced themselves. I did very little
talking, playing the bashful new chick in school. The
homeroom teacher asked me to come to his desk to pick up a
form. The classroom was full by that time. Oh shit...here I
go. I just smiled and got up and walked to his front desk,
placing one hand on my hip as he showed me the document. I
sensed the WORLD looking at me. The guys looking at my ass.
The girls checking out my legs. When I turned to walk back
to my desk, I made eye contact with a lot of them. The guys
were really gawking at me. Good Lord, I was PASSING!
I glanced at the list of classes...GYM!!! 3rd Period
Gymnastics. It was this morning! ...and that might be the
ball game for me!
I sauntered into the gymnasium behind a flock of other
girls. The female instructor asked my size. I said eight.
She tossed me a gym suit and told me to join the others.
This was incredible...! I smiled and walked into the girl's
locker room. Many were already there, in various stages of
dressing and undressing. I was given a pair of gym shoes,
then proceeded to take off my skirt and blouse and get into
the gym attire. Shorts and a loose T-shirt! There are times
when life comes down to just a few brief moments...! The
girl next to me was adjusting her bra. She had mammoth tits.
I tried very hard not to look at them...or anyone. All I
needed now was an immense erection blasting its way out of my
shorts.
Once I was changed, I joined the others on the gym
floor. One of the girls that was involved in the damn straw
contest yesterday stood right beside me. She giggled and
asked me if I was the new girl in town. I smiled a yes nod.
Suddenly the gym teacher bellowed out POWERS, SALLY. I
raised my hand and she told me to come up to her to pick up a
consent form for sports.
By now all of the other girls were just sitting on the
gym floor. ...and I had to walk right through them to get to
the teacher. All I could think was...OK, legs, do your
stuff! I rose and did my most feminine strut to the front of
the group. Not a sound, but I could feel 100 eyes on my
body. If I was ever going to be read, this would be the
moment.
I took the paper and made it back to where I had been
sitting. The girl next to me, the one in the know, grinned
and whispered in my ear, YOU LOOK FANTASTIC. I just smiled
and run my hands through my blond fall. Then I extended one
leg outward and pointed my toes. I was getting that rush
again! Hell, I thought, they have no reason in the world to
think I might be anything other than one of them. Just one
of the girls in gym class. My face worked, my hair worked,
my shape worked. I glanced about the class. The fat ones,
the skinny ones, the homely ones, the cute ones. I was one
of the cute ones...!
When school finally ended, I was out the front door and
on the steps, when one of the guys in my homeroom asked me
out that evening. I thanked him and said I could not make it
that night, but maybe some other time. His name was Curt. I
knew him! When he left I actually felt like crying...a
female cry.
Now I was going to go home, change...and that would be
the end of Sally Powers, the new girl in school who never
came back. I didn't want it to be the end of Sally Powers.
She deserved more than to just be put back in a bag of
clothes. She was now undeniable. She existed. She was
registered in high school...!
My hand found its way to my hip, then my feminine ass.
A guy turned and smiled at me. Sally Powers smiled back.
Then she turned and walked down the street...alone.
When I arrived home, I realized my dad and mom were
still at work. I walked into my room and glanced in the
full-length mirror. Sally looked back. She was still
there...
With reluctance, I removed her top and unzipped her
skirt, slipping out of it and tossing it on the bed. I
looked at myself again the mirror, wanting to look once more
at what the kids at school had looked at. I was so very
impressed that Sally had passed all day, even in gym!
I jumped back into my boy clothes again - the
T-shirt, the blue jeans, the tennis shoes. Then I hid
Sally's clothes in the back of the closet. The doorbell
rang...
It was one of the girls' from school. The one that knew
about Sally.
She came in, smiled and said...THAT WAS FANTASTIC. NO
ONE KNEW. NO ONE! I COULD HARDLY KEEP FROM
LAUGHING WHEN
THE TEACHER CALLED YOU UP THERE DURING GYM. YOU
LOOKED
GORGEOUS. ...EVERYONE CHECKING OUT THE NEW GIRL.
I KNOW, I said, I KNOW. I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE IT
MYSELF. ...AND NOW IT'S OVER.
HEY, she said, looking into my eyes...DID SALLY POWERS
HAVE A LASTING EFFECT ON YOU? I THINK...YOU LIKED IT!
Tears welled up...I REALLY CAN'T EXPLAIN IT. I DID LIKE
IT. I LOVED IT. I LOVED BEING HER. I LOVED BEING HER MORE
THAN BEING ME.
She said nothing. She just looked at me. Then...HAVE
YOU STILL GOT SALLY'S CLOTHES?
YES, I said, they're in the closet there. I put her
away in the closet.
The next morning I went to school and headed for
homeroom. Once we were seated, the homeroom teacher checked
for absences and called out...SALLY POWERS. Everyone looked
around the room, at the empty desk where Sally had sat
yesterday. The teacher checked her attendance report and
went on. My friend looked at me and smiled. I could only
wish Sally had been there. The rush was overwhelming.
That evening my parents went out after dinner. I went
into my room, the closet, and created Sally again. My makeup
was not great, but it was "passable."
I walked down the block to the corner soda fountain and
went in. Several kids from school were there. Curt was
there. We made eye contact and I smiled at him. He smiled
back and started toward me. I sat down at one of the tables
and crossed my legs.
Curt smiled, CAN I SIT WITH YOU?
SURE, I said, WHY NOT...
After some small talk, Curt told me he had some fake ID
and suggested we go out for drink.
I laughed and told him I thought that would be fun,
although I was not sure if I could "pass" for 21. He told me
not to worry about it. He knew the guy that owns the bar
anyway.
The whole experience was becoming incredible. I
actually knew Curt when I was not Sally. We have classes
together.
Curt asked me where I was from, how long I had been in
town, did I like the school? Fortunately the bar was quiet,
because he never would have heard much of my whispered voice.
I was constantly careful of a laugh. I just smiled a lot.
Two drinks later, Curt mentioned his parents had just
bought a new house close by and suggested we walk over and
let me see it...where he lived.
The two manhattans and the warm evening had made Sally a
little rhapsodic. Besides, I could not believe this was
happening to me!
Curt took my hand as we got up from the chairs. I
smiled and pulled mine away, not rudely, just a hint of
restraint. As we approached the front door of the bar, his
hand engaged my waist, escorting me out. It accidentally-on-
purpose drifted to my ass as we went outside. I could not
help but thinking that he just made contact with the ass of a
guy he has known for two years!
As we walked, the rush of the "pass" became
overpowering in me. Cars drove by. Curt waved at a few
friends. It was obvious he was hitting on the new girl in
town.
His house was close, just a few blocks away. It was
rather modest in appearance, but groomed.
He showed me around, then showed me his room. I went in
and sat on the edge of bed as he put a few things away. When
I finally rose, he walked over and looked into my eyes,
touched my blond hair, then engaged my hands. He held my
hands for sometime, as I looked into his eyes and smiled.
His face came closer to me.
I could not believe this... He is going to try to fuck
me!
The biggest rush I have ever sensed came over me at that
very moment. The "powers" of Sally was unbelievable. Never
in my wildest imagination did I believe this could be
happening.
His face came close to mine. He looked down at my lips, then
back into my eyes. Suddenly his arms pulled me toward him as
his lips thrust into mine, creating a fiery kiss, as his
hands made their way to my waist, then my ass, pulling me
further into him...Please...not too far, I thought...
He pushed me backward toward his bed, then onto it, as
we both fell as one onto the covers. I recalled pinning my
wig on, unaware at the time that it might meet this
challenge.
I knew he might go for my fake tits, as I pushed him
temporarily away and rolled over, face down on his bedspread.
I felt his erection thrusting into my hip as his hands went
all over my ass, then engaged the hem of my skirt and tugged
it to my hips, revealing my black panties.
I moaned...PLEASE, LET'S STOP...but I was not sure I
wanted to stop!
His hand left my exposed ass and pawed at my legs,
ceaselessly fondling, clawing at me.
I knew this could not go on. He had one thing on his
mind, and it wasn't another tour of the house!
In one move, I pushed him away and managed to jump from
the bed, tugging my skirt down.
I smiled at him...I THINK YOU ARE RUSHING THINGS A
LITTLE!
He just laid on the bed, looking up at me...
I put my hands on my hips and struck a pose...DO YOU
THINK I MIGHT BE ONE OF THE BETTER-LOOKING GIRLS IN
THE
SCHOOL?...JUST CURIOUS.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE CURIOUS, he said. I THINK YOU ARE
THE BEST-LOOKING GIRL IN THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN! FROM
THE FIRST
TIME I SAW YOU OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL A COUPLE OF DAYS
AGO, I
THOUGHT...'THAT IS FOR ME!'.
I giggled...AND WHAT DID YOU SEE THAT YOU LIKED?
EVERYTHING, he said...YOUR FACE, THAT FIGURE, THOSE
SHAPELY LEGS. I LOVE THE WAY YOUR SLIM WAIST BLENDS
INTO
YOUR HIPS AND YOUR GREAT ASS. YOU ARE CHEERLEADER
MATERIAL.
WANT TO DO THAT? I KNOW THE FOOTBALL COACH AND THE
HEAD OF
THE CHEERLEADER SQUAD. THEY ARE AUDITIONING
TOMORROW BECAUSE
IT'S SATURDAY.
I grinned...I THINK THAT IS CUTE. WHAT DO I WEAR?
OHHHH...MOST OF THE GIRLS COME IN SHORTS. LAST
MONTH
TWO OF THEM SHOWED UP IN BIKINIS.
A BIT OF AN OVERKILL, DON'T YOU THINK?
Curt laughed, THE COACH DIDN'T THINK SO.
I glanced down and pulled my skirt up a few inches...
I THINK I'LL STICK WITH SHORTS.
Curt looked at my legs...YOU ARE A SHOO-IN! I'LL SEE
YOU THERE. I WANT TO WATCH!
I pecked a small kiss on his cheek and headed for the
door with a sexy THANKS!
The next morning I jumped out of bed realizing I didn't
HAVE any shorts. SHIT! The department store opened at 9 and
I had to be at the try-outs by 10.
Promptly at 9 they opened their doors and I flew in and
headed for women's clothing. I was in my only skirt and
blouse. Sally needs more clothes!
I found the shorts quickly. I held a few pair up to my
waist. One pair struck me. They were black...and short! I
went to a full-length mirror and held them in position,
imagining Sally in them.
A saleslady wandered over and smiled...I THINK THOSE
WOULD GREAT ON YOU, HON. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE A
FIGURE
MADE FOR SHORTS!
I said, THANKS, I AM GOING TO BUY THEM. OK IF I PUT
THEM ON.
I paid for the shorts and a loose T-shirt and retired to
a small fitting room and changed, putting my skirt and blouse
in the bag. When I came out, I looked in the mirror again.
I was impressed with the reflection. The shorts were tight,
but not too tight! My taut jockstrap did not show at all. I
turned around and checked out my ass. Great!
Well, hell! They really didn't reveal quite enough leg.
The saleslady smiled as I rolled the shorts up a few
notches, then posed again. THAT is the look I wanted!
I tore off for the school. Several girls were there,
the football coach, the head cheerleader (in slacks). Curt
was there too. He saw me walk in and came over.
I smiled at him...SOOOOOO...?
He stood back and checked me out...I LOVE IT! I WISH I
WAS DOING THE CASTING!
SO DO I, I laughed.
Once we signed in with our name and address information,
the head cheerleader asked everyone to line up for her, so I
joined right in. A couple of girls from my classes were
there too and said hi to me.
We went through a few simple routines and kicks to show
her that we could move. Then we got into actual cheers.
That was my problem. It's hard to whisper a cheer, but I
did. Fortunately, she did not ask for individual cheer
auditions or I would have been sunk!
Then she told us to stand upright and turn around. She
and the coach walked slowly along behind as and looked us all
over. I knew she was checking out our bodies, our asses and
legs, but she did not say that. The football coach was
obviously there for the ride...so to speak. It was such a
rush for me to BE THERE!
She made some notes on us and thanked us all for showing
up, promising she would let us know within a couple of days.
When we were finished, Curt came over and joined me
again. He said, HEY, YOU LOOKED FABULOUS OUT THERE. I
WATCHED EVERY MOVE. I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO BE A
CHEERLEADER!
I looked at him...stunned. How much further can I take
this? Sally Powers cannot go on forever...and the school
will start wondering what happened to the real me...and
every time Sally is there, I'm not...and visa-versa. Sort of
the like Clark Kent and Superman, Bruce Wayne and Batman.
I walked slowly with Curt, saying nothing, then... I
looked at Curt as small tears formed in my eyes. CURT,
I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. I...I'M GOING TO BE
LEAVING
TOWN FOR AWHILE. SOMETHING CAME UP. I WILL NOT BE
ABLE TO
GO TO SCHOOL HERE ANYMORE...AND I CAN'T BE A
CHEERLEADER! IN
FACT, I'M LEAVING TONIGHT. I WILL NOT SEEING YOU FOR
AWHILE,
I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW LONG!
Curt looked at me in stunned disbelief. YOU MEAN...
I placed my hand on his mouth to stop him. PLEASE DON'T
MAKE IT ANY HARDER THAN IT IS, PLEASE! I HAVE TO GO
NOW...
I turned and walked away, leaving Curt standing there.
Leaving my whole new world. I walked quickly home, avoiding
the catcalls and the whistles my new short-shorts were
producing. I had momentarily forgotten I had them on, rolled
up to my butt.
Once I got to my room, I quickly put Sally Powers away
again. Way in the back of my closet...buried.
Monday morning Curt passed the word that Sally had
dropped out of school. I walked leisurely to my homeroom
desk. I glanced over at the empty desk where Sally sat. The
homeroom teacher crossed Sally Powers off the list of
students.
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